Prepare, my children, for the chapters to slow way way waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down. It's my first week back in college and I had to write six papers already. SIX! IN ONE WEEK!!! So updates will be slow. Almost nonexistent.

You're so good at stretching the truth,
into a sugar coated lie.
Everyone takes a bite.
I have been dining with the enemy.
It was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Now it's so clear to me.
Oh-hhh-ohh

I've had enough of your games
if you're not trembling, you'd better because
we're gonna be the end of you
I've had enough of your games
I'm gonna show them who you really are
And I can tell you right now, it won't be pretty

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing ~ This Providence

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Surprisingly, Jackson and Lisa worked very well together. Their training continued on for the next few days. During the day, Lisa would go to work and Jackson would work on retrieving the prints. When Lisa would come home, she and Jackson would train.

Jackson's hunt to retrieve the prints was more tedious then anything, but he was getting very close to finding them. Jackson would have found them by the two weeks that had past, but he wanted Lisa to be able to defend herself. The process of finding the prints was long hard work. First, he had to use multiple chemicals to bring out the prints, and then decipher which would be Lisa's and which would be the man's. Once he had what he thought would be the rapist's prints he needed to break into the police database and look for matching prints.

Lisa was at work when Jackson searched the database. There were no matching prints yet. He ended up going through every person's file and none came up as matching. This might be a good sign though. If his prints weren't in there, then they might have been erased from the system by the "Slayers." It would take some work to find the deleted files, but not impossible.

Jackson heard Lisa enter the apartment. He walked into the living room to tell her of his recent discovery to find her nowhere to be seen. Her bags were at the door, but no Lisa. Suddenly, someone jumped onto his back pulling him onto the ground.

"You shouldn't let your guard down, Jackson," Lisa laughed into his ear.

Lisa was certainly improving over the two weeks. No nightmares, her kicks were superior and she obviously was becoming stealthier. She could keep her head held up high and gained back some confidence. How she just managed to trick Jackson, he had no idea. It was the first time in a while that someone managed to do that to him. He would never admit to her that she surprised him.

"I was just humoring you," he told her. Ok, so technically it was a lie, but his pride was at stake here.

"Yeah, right! You had no idea I was here." Jackson really liked this spunky Lisa better then frantic, constantly upset Lisa.

"You ready for your actual lesson?"

"Of course."

Lisa really enjoyed the fighting lessons. She wished that she had taken them earlier in her life and not just because she would have never been raped. She enjoyed feeling her muscles get stronger the longer she did it. It was giving her back her confidence.

"Kick!" Jackson would tell her. She would obey. They eventually moved on to one-on-one combat. Lisa challenged Jackson.

"I bet I can beat you even when you're trying." God did Jackson prefer this Lisa. It was a complete turnaround. He was certain that Braun would not recognize this Lisa. He smirked.

"How much?" Jackson questioned.

"The dishes for the next three weeks," replied Lisa. She was prepping for the 'battles' between them. What usually happened was; they do a mock fight where Lisa defends herself against her attacker, Jackson, and each time he would do a different attack to see how she would act in a different situation. When they first started this, Jackson constantly won because Lisa would let her guard down but more recently Lisa started winning the fights. Never did Jackson have such a fast learner. The thing is, though, that Jackson always held back to what a normal fighter would have fought as opposed to one as good as him. There was no way she could win.

"Are you planning on me staying that long, Leese?" He probably would be but it was always fun to poke fun at her. Before she could give an embarrassing answer, Jackson replied to her offer with "done."

Lisa went into the proper stance that Jackson had taught her. Lisa threw her first punch. Jackson easily grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. As quick as he did this, he moved one arm across her back and the other went down by her knees. He picked her up princess style, binding both her arms and legs. Lisa sighed.

"I told you, Leese," he laughed "never had a chance."

As Jackson held her in this stance, there was a knock on her door. Lisa made to move out of the position, but Jackson would have none of that. He walked towards the door with Lisa still in his arms ignoring her constant please to let her go. Jackson opened the door. On the other side was a very stern looking man with glasses and a beard. Jackson watched as his eyes bulged practically out of their sockets.

"DAD!" called out Lisa. Jackson let her go, putting her on her feet and taking a step back. Jackson had a feeling that this just might deplete all the spunk that he had just managed to put back in her. It was incredibly awkward.

"Who is this?" commanded Joe Reisert. Jackson could only imagine what this man was thinking seeing his daughter was being carried by a strange man. They were both wearing workout clothes and lightly sweating.

"Dad, this is, um," spitted out Lisa frantically. There was a worried look in her green eyes. She was good at lying, but not to people who mattered.

"I'm her trainer," said Jackson calmly. He held his hand out to shake it. "My name is Jackson. Your daughter hired me to get her into shape. She had just lightly sprained her ankle when you knocked. I picked her up so she could answer the door."

"Oh really," exclaimed Joe. He looked at Lisa who put on her best smile. Jackson could almost hear her heat beat frantically in her chest. Joe started laughing and shook Jackson's hand. "You never were the most graceful."

Relief spread though Jackson and Lisa as their little white lie worked. Lisa's smile chanced from fake to genuine. She welcomed her father in who walked passed them into the apartment. When his back was still turned, Lisa stole a glance at Jackson who winked at her.

"So dad, what are you doing here?" asked Lisa who was fake-limping her way to the couch. Jackson was making his way to pick her up again when Joe stopped him.

"I'll take care of my own daughter thank you," said Joe calmly. He was about to pick her up when Lisa reminded him of his bad back. He decided to just be her crutch instead. He walked her over the couch explaining his appearance.

"I haven't seen you since before you went to New York. The only time you call is when you're driving home and we usually have to hang up because of traffic. I was worried about you. And now I find you working out and straining you ankle with this… young man."

Jackson put on his best innocent face. Later, Lisa told him that he could have been an actor.

"I'm sorry, Dad," apologized Lisa. "But you know; I've been busy training a new employee and then I decided to hire a trainer…"

"Why didn't you tell me about the trainer?" asked Joe. It was a legitimate question. Jackson couldn't help her out on this one.

"It never came up," said Lisa simply. "He's only been here for about three days now. It wasn't that important."

The visit with Joe was very short, but it was long enough where it would have been suspicious for a personal trainer to stay. Jackson 'packed up' and left the apartment. He only went to the café across the street, but it was still very tedious to wait. When he was gone, Joe asked all the questions he could muster about this so called Jackson.

Jackson waited and watched as Joe Reisert left the building. He was in Lisa's apartment in the next minute. She had left the door open for him.

"So," said Jackson entering the apartment. "Am I in trouble?"

Lisa stared at him. She looked livid. Jackson smiled in amusement. It looked like her spunk had remained.

"How could you do that?" yelled Lisa walking up to him and slapping him on the arm.

Yup, it was still there. Jackson was thankful.

"Hey, nothing too horrible came of it," replied Jackson. "Your dad saw me, but thanks to my quick thinking he believes me to be a personal trainer which I have been for you. Now if you were to accidentally mention me in passing, he'll know who I am. He also won't be worried about you as much because he knows I'm here teaching you to defend yourself." It really was not a good thing that Joe knew of him but the less Lisa knew about that the better.

"Fine," sighed Lisa. They continued their work out.

The next day Jackson found himself searching for deleted files on the man. If it was from The Slayers, then Brandon would have had a file and could find it through him. It was harder then Jackson had originally planed but it worked out all the same. Jackson found the deleted files by his opposing group through Brandon and there they were. They were all sitting there waiting for him to rid them one by one. He re-uploaded the finger prints.

Nothing.

Then his computer brought up a file. The man had black hair, black eyes, and a long face. His name was Alex Peterson. His picture matched and his prints matched. He found him.

Lisa came home expecting to find Jackson waiting there in workout clothes. When she entered, he was waiting for her but with an expression of the upmost seriousness. Lisa had to admit it; she enjoyed living with someone and even more surprisingly she enjoyed living with Jackson. There were great companions for each other. They seemed to be on the same page about everything and he made her remember what it was like to have fun. She enjoyed his humor, his training and his eyes… uh, personality. Yeah, he had a charming personality.

"What's up with you?" she asked. She closed the door behind her in case someone walking down the hallway would be listening to what was causing that face. It had to be a part of the case.

"Lisa," began Jackson. He put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm going to ask you to do something that may be painful for you." Lisa steadied her breathing to not let it show that she was somewhat scared. What was going on? "I think that I found the man."

Lisa's breath caught in her throat. Jackson asked her if she would look at the picture to identify the man. It would be painful, but she felt brave enough to look at the picture. Jackson brought out the picture.

Lisa stared at him. She knew that face. It was him. Jackson had found him.

Lisa was hyperventilating. Jackson took away the photo quickly knowing the answer without her needing to say it. Her body was shaking again. The horrible, horrible memories came flowing through her. Jackson put her arm around her and she leaned into him. She laid her head on his shoulder and took deep breaths. No tears this time. After the night when Jackson first arrived, she promised herself that she would not cry about this case anymore.

"So, I have to make that call now, right?" asked Lisa. Jackson told her everything she needed to say. Lisa knew that she could do it.

Jackson watched her perform the specific phrase he taught her. Flawless. Because she was a woman, Jackson made it seem like she was flirting and she did it with fantastically. She was calm doing it over the phone and lied right though her teeth. Most of the phone calls that his team does they screw up one way or another, but Lisa was a natural. When she finished, she smiled at him and asked him how she did.

"You know, Leese, when this is all over, I may have to steal you." It was as simple as that. Jackson could use someone like her on his team at all time. Not to mention that he did enjoy her company and was a hell of a lot more beautiful than any person that Jackson had ever worked with. If she would not come on her own free will, there was no other choice then to steal her.

Lisa stared at him, unsure of what to say. She came up with "I was that good, huh?"

"You were brilliant," smiled Jackson. "That was better than anyone that was on my team. You were confident while keeping yourself in line."

"Well, if I'm that good then maybe you won't have to steal me."

Excellent.

"So," asked Lisa taking a seat next to Jackson. "What are you wearing to the club when meet this Brandon?"

Women. They all have different personalities but the one thing that all women are similar in is fashion.

"Probably, just one of my suits," informed Jackson. Did it really matter?

"That won't due," said Lisa shaking her head. "You'll draw too much attention to yourself. No one goes to club in suits in Miami, even if they are casual suits. You'll stand out."

Huh? Haven't thought about that.

"What are you implying?" he asked her.

"We go shopping," suggested Lisa. "I want to go back to that mall. I've been getting better since you arrived and I want to see how strong I actually am."

So they did it. They went to the exact mall where Lisa was raped. She was nervous, that was for sure and a little emotional, but she did not cry. She held her head high. She only stayed there for a minute, but it was all she needed to know that she was stronger then she thought.

After three hours of trying to find the perfect outfit, they found Jackson a very Miami bar hopping outfit that included a dark blue stripped polo shirt and khaki shorts. Jackson had never owned something that simple. All of his clothes were usually made for him.

Lisa did have a few moments where she felt insecure. The parking lot really frightened her and on several occasions Jackson had to step in and emotionally support her in the mall. Whenever someone would check her out, Jackson grabbed her hand. He had no idea that it would comfort Lisa so much. She truly trusted him and Jackson could not explain why. Of course they both knew that Jackson would never hurt her but as far as Jackson knew he was the only man, besides her father that is, who was allowed to touch her even if it was just her hand. Jackson was actually the one getting more nervous when they touch because each time he did he wanted to touch her more. There was something about that now feisty green eye girl that got to him. He was nervous that he may want this to be more than a job. He did not seem to mind that he was getting nervous either. It made her more irresistible. He did not let it show though because it would probably put Lisa back in the state when they first meet and Braun would have a field day. Each time the Braun called the hints were getting worse and worse.

Two days had passed and it was time for Jackson to meet Brandon at the club. Both Lisa and Jackson knew it would have been best if Lisa stayed at her apartment. Jackson put on the clothes that he bought and left to the club simply called 'The Rave.'

Upon entering The Rave, Jackson headed straight for the bar. The bar was off the side of the dance floor where a couple hundred people were dancing. The bar was two steps higher than the dance floor and over looked it. The bar stretched about fifteen feet and on the wall behind them stood the vast selection one would be able to choose from. The bar men were flipping bottles in the air showing everyone there special tricks. There were several people there taking shots, ordering beers and there were couples doing things that Lisa would not approve of.

And there he was. There was Brandon waiting to tell him if the bastard was a member of the Slayers or not. If he was, then that just made everything easier. Brandon sat far off center where everyone could see them and not be suspicious. It was also closer to the speakers so less people would hear them. Jackson casually walked up to the vacant seat on the right of Brandon.

Brandon was the best spy the company had and a mediocre manager so when it came time to pick someone to take this job, the choice was obvious. The problem with him was that it was hard for him to hide is typical New Jersey Italian accent, but his brown eyes welcomed people in and made people trust him. It seem like the Slayers were finally catching onto his façade though so they had to meet in a public place where Jackson could seem like a normal club go-er. Brandon had typical Italian features with his dark brown eyes and dark hair which was mostly shaved save for the top which was a bit longer and spiked to gather to make a point. He was drinking bourbon.

"Miller Highlife, please," ordered Jackson as he took his spot. Jackson was pretending to be your typical guy. He casually turned his head to look at the crowd of dancers and asked "Wild party tonight, huh?" "Are we being watched?"

Brandon coughed. Yes, they are being watched. Brandon tapped on his glass to tell the waiter he wanted more. Where he tapped on the glass signified where the watcher was. Luckily for them, he was located in a place where he could not see their mouths move. All they needed to do was pretend to get drunk… or really get drunk.

"I'm meeting my girlfriend here," said Jackson. "Wanna see a picture?" "I'm trying to find someone and I have their picture." Jackson took out his phone and started paging through his pictures as Brandon casually looked at his photos. He went though several when one passed of Alex Peterson before it landed on a picture of Leese.

"She's hot. Bet she's a bitch though," replied Brandon with, to Jackson's surprise, no New York accent. "I really know him. The guy is fucking annoying."

The next song seemed to be a popular one causing a mad rush onto the dance floor. Brandon took that as an opportunity to write down the address of Alex Peterson due to the amount of people blocking their view from the Slayer member. Jackson took it and crumpled it up. It went safe into his pocket.

Mission accomplished. Now he just needed to relax until he got the call from Lisa.

Jackson felt a hand on his shoulder. Both he and Brandon turned to see to women standing behind them. They were very pretty and very drunk. One had long blonde with a low cut top, a mini skirt and leggings while the other had short red hair that poofed out. She was dressed much like the blonde. It was the blonde that put her hand on Jackson.

"Do you want to dance?" yelled Blondie over the loud noise. Normally, he would have been inclined to dance with her, but his mind went straight to Lisa. The two of them were very different. Before this job, this would have been the type of girl he preferred. The cheap, ditzy, one-night stand type of girl, but his mind was swamped with a certain green eyed brunette.

"I have a girl," Jackson yelled back. Blondie pouted and tried to make him dance anyways. As if on cue, his phone rang and brought up Lisa's picture. Jackson showed it to the girl before answering. He was not quite sure but it sounded like she yelled back "I'm prettier than her." She was not.

Jackson answered the phone but heard nothing on the other line as the club was too loud. He faked talking to her as he walked past the Slayer giving no good-bye recognition to Brandon. As he walked past he yelled into the phone "What? Where were we supposed to meet up?" That should clear both him and Brandon. As Jackson was leaving he noticed the blonde and red head pulling Brandon onto the dance floor. He was a terrible dancer, but anything for the ladies.

Jackson walked the warm street outside the club going to one of the main roads to hail a taxi. The mission was a complete success. Glancing behind him, Brandon's spy was not there. He was almost to there when he passed an alley way.

"Let me go!" he heard someone scream. Jackson turned to see a man with extremely spiky hair grabbing onto a young woman. In one hand he had both of her wrist and with the other unbuttoning his pants. The young woman was wearing a skirt that was way too short for her and a tank. She was cowering in pain and fear.

"Come on, baby! You know you want this!" said the creeper.

"No! Help someone!" screamed the woman. She was crying.

Jackson felt like he was looking at Lisa. This is what it was like. Lisa went through this. This fear, this terror that is now bestowed upon this young woman. Anger boiled up in Jackson. Braun was right. This act of man is inhuman and dumb. How could some dumb ass do this to a girl? Is he trying to ruin her life for a short thrill?

Jackson sprung into action. He grabbed a nearby trash can and threw it at the man avoiding the woman at all cost. The ass hole fell onto the ground bringing the girl down with him. He threw off the trash can and yelled "What the fuck? Get your own bitch!"Jackson grabbed the collar of his shirt and punched the crap out of the guy. He tried to fight back, but each punch he threw Jackson had two more that matched it.

"This is for you, Leese," Jackson thought as he did the final punch that knocked the guy out. He dropped his body on the ground. Jackson looked at the girl who could not believe what she just saw. Her eyes were widen with fear and had to have been about eighteen years old.

"T-t-thank you," she stammered. She was shaking just like Lisa did when she woke up from her nightmare.

"Wear more clothes next time," he told her. "You're giving guys the wrong impression of yourself."

He held out her hand which she took and help her up. He walked her to the end of the alley. He was turning to go continue on his way to hail a cab. She was following him.

"My name is Zoë," she said catching up to him. "You really saved me back there. I don't know how to thank you. There are not many guys out there like you."

It seemed that Jackson had an admirer. Jackson walked to the street to find the taxi. In a manner of seconds, one was in front of him. Instead of getting in it himself, he motion for the girl to get in it.

"Go home," he told her. "Stay out of trouble."

"Will I ever see you again?" asked Zoë from the back seat as Jackson paid for the taxi.

"No."

"Can I at least know your name?"

"Jack." No need to give out his full name. She was satisfied by this and leaned back in the seat.

The taxi drove away.

Jackson could not help but feel happy that he saved someone from becoming like how Lisa was. It made him feel more accomplished then he had ever had in a normal job, no matter the challenge. This one was different because he felt like he was fighting for someone and not just some scum bag trying to send someone six feet under. He would have saved the girl anyways, but he did it for Leese. Lisa was the true reason why he did it. Lisa wanted men like the guy lying knocked out in the alley ways dead. For some reason, Jackson felt proud to do something in the name of Lisa. He wanted to give Lisa what she wanted. He didn't kill this one because of suspicion, but in his pocket was the key to getting rid of a different one.

Normal stuff like sorry for error.

If anyone is interested in reading the mall trip between Lisa and Jackson, I would be willing to write it once I finish the story. Just let me know if you would want to.

You know, if I read lots of review, I may be able to squeeze some time between my chemistry lab and biology class for writing. Just saying. :D