Wow everyone, it's been a while. Stupid college! Making me write lab reports instead of fanfiction. Ugh. Well anyways.

Question; Has anyone seen Disco Pigs? It's pretty much the best play/movie I've ever seen. Cillian is brilliant and beautiful in it. I may try to convince my drama coach to put on this play on but it only has 2 characters and I go to an all girls school. It probably won't happen.

Other news; I'M SEEING OK GO APRIL 16TH!!! I'm excited. Very excited.

Ok (Go!), on with the chapter. (It's very fluffy).

Girl, if you're wondering if I want you to (I want you to)
I want you to (I want you to)
So make the move (make the move)
cause I ain't got all night

So much pain may come our way
There may come a day when we have nothing left to say.
~(If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To by Weezer

I Want You To

Lisa could not wait for lunch. She was so stressed out from all the different guest asking for such ridiculous stuff. The Lux does offer certain items if they seemed to jump out of your bag last minute but do they really expect the Lux to have spare handcuffs? Lisa shivered thinking about the couple, remembering to stay away from the tenth floor for as long as she can. She needed a break and could not wait to sink her teeth into the leftover chicken alfredo from last night. It was practically calling her as she walked to the lounge to take her break. Lisa opened her locker.

"No, no no!" whispered Lisa as she dug around her bag. Lisa then remembered where she had left her lunch; on the counter of her apartment. Lisa lightly banged her head against her locker. What a day she was having. It did not help that she was overtired waiting up for Jackson the night before. He had finally been able to confirm that her rapist was from the Slayers and now had the address to where he lived. It was only a matter of time now that the rest of the team came to help out. Hearing a noise behind her, she turned to see the new employee, Cynthia, standing there. Her eyes were practically bulging out of her sockets.

"Why didn't you tell me?" asked Cynthia.

Ok, that was a little freaking. What the hell was she talking about?

"Tell you what?" she cautiously replied. Lisa could feel her palms starting to get sweaty. What did she know? Did Cynthia somehow manage to find out that she was raped? Hired an assassin? Planning on killing someone?

"Oh come on!" exclaimed Cynthia. She peered around the other side of the door looking out onto the lobby. "You have to know what I'm talking about."

Lisa shook her head.

"I'll give you a clue; he's tall, handsome and has the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen," she looked into the lobby again and sighed.

Horror struck Lisa. She knew about Jackson. This annoying scatterbrained employee somehow knew about her whole situation. How did she know? They were so careful about everything and Lisa did not tell a soul. She would never tell a soul. Why would she convict herself like that? Lisa started to calm down. There had to be a rational reason as to why she knew about Jackson.

"Jackson?" It seemed a simple enough response. Just because she now knew his name did not mean she knew his purpose.

"Is that his name?" Cynthia asked wide-eyed. She crossed the room over to Lisa. "Why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?" She grabbed her hands. "You have to tell me everything! Where did you meet? Oh he is so beautiful! When did you meet? Is he a good kisser? He looks like a good kisser. There are some people that you just know will give it to ya good and he is one of them. Did you jump his bo-"

"Whoa!" Lisa said suddenly nervous. Lisa had to cut it off there. "You're getting too far ahead of yourself. He's not my boyfriend. I don't even know why he's here right now."

"He brought you your lunch that you left on the counter which means that he knew it was there. That insinuates that he was at your apartment this morning." She said it all in one breath. It baffled Lisa's mind.

"No, it doesn't," she countered. "It means that I texted him this morning complaining that I left my lunch at my apartment."

"Why does he have a key to your apartment?"

Cynthia was really starting to get on her nerves.

"Ok, he's the deal with me and Jackson," she took a deep breath. Lisa put her hands on each of Cynthia's shoulders and looked her deep in the eyes. "He is my personal trainer. I hired him a while ago. He had a key to my apartment so that incase I get caught in traffic he would still be able to set up." Cynthia seemed to be buying it because her shoulder slumped disappointed. "He texted me this morning asking me how I was. I complained to him that I forgot my lunch. I was just going to go get some money right now to buy a different one but apparently I don't have to. There is nothing romantic going on between us, I swear."

Cynthia seemed to processes thinking about the relationship. She was biting the inside of her cheek not knowing if she should believe Lisa or not.

"He must like you. I mean, if he is willing to go across town to give you your lunch then there must be something, some sort of chemistry there. He's really too gorgeous and extremely charming. I don't think that you should pass this opportunity up. He could be the one." She really put an emphasis on the word "one." Lisa did all she could to restrain an eye roll.

"He's just really…" Lisa did not know what to say. A good guy? Not really considering he has blown several different people brains out. "Sweet." That seemed good. He had been very sweet to her since he arrived. Lisa relied on him more then he knew. She did not understand what made her trust him so much but she really felt that Jackson would protect her. He was her guardian sent to rid of any emotional or problems that happen to be male.

But the more Lisa thought about it, the more seemed to reconsider her own feeling for Jackson. He had her complete and absolute trust. He really seemed to care about her and the heavens know he could have beaten Johnny Deep as sexiest man. He treated her more like a friend rather than a job. He always knew the right thing to tell her. Lisa decided it was best to wait and see if anything between them unfolds.

"Talk to you later, Cyn," Lisa said starting to walk out of the room.

"So you wouldn't mind if I asked him out, huh?" called Cynthia behind her.

"What?" exclaimed Lisa, turning around to face her. Cynthia gave her a knowing looks. Damn it, she was tricked.

Ok so maybe she did like him a little. Maybe she liked him a lot, but it did not matter. She was not going to say anything. There was no reason to make the situations between them awkward. That and she was terrified to embarrass herself in front of him. What if he wanted to be with her? Plus, she was not ready for a relationship.

With a deep breath, she stalked out of the room and went to join Jackson at the main desk. He smirked at her as she approached him. In his hands was the lunch that she accidentally left at home.

"Well, hello there, Leese," greeted Jackson. His eyes flickered behind her. Lisa found Cynthia spying on them. She was within eyeshot range. Lisa chose her words carefully.

"Hi, Jackson. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to give you your lunch, of course. I brought one for me if you want to eat together," Jackson smiled. Lisa could see Cynthia eating it up out of the corner of her eye. Lisa quickly agreed pulling him out to one of the picnic tables near the pool trying to get away from Cynthia's prying eyes as quick as possible.

"So, what brings you down here?" she asked Jackson. "Surely, you did not come all this way just to give me my lunch." Seating herself down in a nice shady spot, Lisa was finally able to eat her glorious leftovers. Jackson took a seat across from her which ended up being directly in the sun. He donned a pair of aviator sunglasses making him look incredibly cool along with his v-neck white shirt and jeans. No wonder Cynthia was so giddy when she saw him.

"I wanted to make sure you ate something nutritious," replied Jackson. "I also wanted to ask if you could get a room for the rest of the team. I'm only brining three other people right now; Matt, Stevie and Logan. Each of them the best of their art."

"When are they going to be here?" questioned Lisa while taking a bite of her delicious meal. It was cold, but still a little slice of heaven. Jackson informed her that they were coming in two days so see needed a room ready for them. She was going to ask him more questions about them but was distracted when she noticed something weird about Jackson's hands. They were covered with bruises. Lisa grabbed his hand that was resting on the table and examined it.

"What happened?" she exclaimed. "When did you get these?" She did not remember him having these before he left to the club and she did not really pay attention when he came home. She rubbed the bruises with her thumb trying to figure out when he could have possibly happened.

"I got into a fight when I left the club," smirked her assassin. His eyes were brightened with the memory. "Nothing you should worry yourself about."

He occasionally forgot that this was Lisa; Queen of Worry he was dealing with here. There was no way that Jackson getting into a fight and bruising his hands was going to not worry her. Something could have happened! More than his hands could have gotten hurt. He really should not be doing something so irresponsible especially when he was hired to be there.

"What could you have possibly gotten into a fight about? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I saved a girl," sighed Jackson sounding like he did not really wanting to tell her, but his policy was always to tell the truth. "She was going to be raped. I don't want anyone to go through what you did so I pounded the man's face in." The reason he didn't tell her was obvious.

Lisa stared at Jackson unsure of what to say. He had defended someone he did not know kind of in her honor. She could feel her emotions erupting in her chest. Gratitude, awe, empathy, surprise, euphoria, pride, understanding, and possibly love. He went out of his way to help someone in the same situation she was in. Tears formed in her eyes. Not wanting Jackson to see her cry she glanced down to find that she still had Jackson's hands in hers. Awkwardly, she let go of Jackson's hand and lamely said "oh."

They sat there in an awkward silence. Unable to think of anything else to say and wanting to change the subject she brought up a certain red haired coworker of hers.

"So, what exactly did you say to Cynthia that made her so hypnotized?" Her voice cracked from the tears when she said it, but chose to ignore it. Maybe he would as well.

Jackson smirked. Good, he ignored it. "It's called charm, Leese. I'm very good at it. It's a requirement for the job; make those around you seduced by your presents. I can charm absolutely anyone."

"Not me," Lisa commented.

"What was that?" questioned Jackson. "Are you saying that I would not have been able to charm you?"

"Of course not," replied Lisa with a smirk of her own. "I would not have fallen for your charm. I would have seen right through you."

Jackson laughed sending shivers down Lisa's spine. They were good shivers, not like the kinds she had been normally having lately.

"You!" exclaimed the man with the most beautiful blue eyes ever. "You would have fallen into my hands like putty. Oh sure, you would have resisted at first, but I could charm my way into your heart in a matter of seconds. I would have found a way to make you trust me, then kind of like me to really like me."

"I think you might already have," smiled Lisa. "I definitely trusted you then you became my friend."

They ate the rest of their meal was filled with light conversations. Lisa was done with her meal when she realized that this could have been considered a date. There were two people who potentially get along with each other eating lunch, enjoying the scenery and having pleasant conversation. Damn that Cynthia! Now all she could think about was feelings and their correlation to Jackson.

"Jackson," she began as they walked together back in the Lux. There was no way she was bringing up her feelings, but she was going to thank him. She was just unsure of how to do it exactly. She thought of what to say over in her mind.

"I'm listening," he informed her, letting her know that she could say anything.

"I want to thank you," said Lisa "for helping that girl at the club. You probably would have not concerned yourself with her without knowing me so I, uh, really appreciate what you did for her. It means a lot." She started off strong, but got weaker in voice as she went on with tears threatening to form again. Those damn tears were threatening her a lot lately.

"Oh, Leese, what am I going to do with you?" replied Jackson as they stood next to the lobby desk. He stopped and turned to her. "It was something that I wanted to do… something for you. And as for what I'm going to do right now, well, let's just say when you go back to your apartment, you can beat me up as much as you want."

Lisa was confused at these words as Jackson reached down and grabbed her hand. His eyes shone brightly when he brought her hand to his mouth and gave it a nice little kiss on top. Lisa eyes bugled out and her breath hitched in her mouth unsure of what to think. She heard a gasp. It was Cynthia looking as if she was about to hyperventilate over the scandalous events happening right in front of her. Jackson smirked, let go of Lisa's hand while winking and left the hotel.

As soon as he left Cynthia rushed over to where Lisa stood rooted in her spot and demanded to know absolutely every single thing that had happened between them.

"Well played Jackson," thought Lisa "well played."

"Lisa, I want to talk to you," said Jackson entering her room the night before Matt and Logan were arriving. Lisa was just about to hop into bed when he came in. He always had a way of interrupting peaceful moments. He lounged on her bed with one arm behind his head and the other beckoning her to join him. Hesitantly, Lisa sat on the bed next to him. "So, tomorrow Matt and Logan are coming and I just wanted to get some things straight before we start making plans."

Lisa nodded slowly. She knew that this would be coming.

"First of all, you are coming right? I know you wanted to in the beginning and all that training… I just want to be sure."

"Yes, I want to see the bastard's face when it happens. I want him to know that he just can't get away with any crime. No one can mess with me and get away with it."

"That's my girl," Jackson admirably smiled. "Do you want to do it? Kill him, I mean."

Lisa kept her breath steady. What did she want? She wanted to. She wanted to very badly. She wanted to make him bleed like he made her bleed. She wanted to have him feel terrified like she felt. She wanted to him to be in pain. But could she inflict it? Could she take a weapon and hurt him with it?

"I don't think I can," she whispered honestly. The thought of her personally doing it made her feel uneasy. His death was inevitable but she did not want personally be the one who used the weapon.

"Not a problem, Leese." Jackson nodded understandably. "It's hard thing to do. I was scared shitless the first time I did it. I did it quick and as bloodless as I could. I was shaken up for weeks after that."

"And I see you got over that," commented Lisa. "I do want to do one thing though."

"What would that be?" he asked with a smirk sitting up on the bed like an eager child waiting to be told a good story.

Instead of answering him, she pulled down the top of her shirt revealing the scar the sick fucker gave her. Jackson understood immediately. Lisa's breath caught in her throat as Jackson brought his hand up and stroked her scar with his thumb. Lisa did not mind the contact. In fact, it felt rather nice. His eyes lingered on her scar a second too long because Lisa's previous revelations was coming back into play. She wished that she was braver. She would grab him right there and kiss him, but that would not happen. When he withdrew his hand, Lisa slowly covered it back up.

"I'm going to kill this sick motherfucker myself," informed Jackson in a matter-of-fact voice. Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. "You didn't deserve this shit. I know you quite well by now Leese and nothing would please me more then to cut him in half."

It was fascinating watching Jackson work and come up with a plan. He knew every little detail and had an answer to every single question. He had a clear head of what was happening and complete control of his team. He was truly one of the most brilliant criminals to have ever walked the planet. Everything he came up with was flawless. Everything hitch they came across he sorted out. Even the most righteous could not question his brilliance. He was without a doubt the best leader Lisa had ever seen.

They were all sitting around their…Lisa's apartment reviewing the plan. Matt was there with his burgundy hair and oversized t-shirt. He arrived at the hotel two days earlier and despite his horrible fashion sense, he was able to make quite the impression on Cynthia. Of course, Matt had no idea. He was very oblivious when it came to matter of the heart. He was pleased to see how well Lisa was doing and that Jackson treated her decently. He was studying Jackson's plan with a slight smile on his face.

Speaking of smiles, Lisa wondered if Logan ever did. He was a very stern looking man who had to have been in his late thirties with short blonde hair. There was no way that his man did not play football in college with his build. Chuck Norris would run for his money. He had blue eyes that were not as beautiful as Jackson (then again everyone's eyes seemed to lack when compared to Jackson's) but they could rival in the coldness department. On his face, there was no emotion. None at all. If you wanted to put an emotion to it, boredom could have described it.

Lisa had asked Jackson what his problem was. Apparently, he used to be a cop when his wife, a district attorney, was murdered by a criminal. He went insane looking for the murderer. When he found him, it turned out to be someone that Braun was trying to kill as well. Braun was impressed with Logan's abilities and immediately recruited him. He was hesitant at first, but found himself restless after his wife's death. So, Logan quit the force and joined Braun. He has calmed down since then, leaving all sense of emotion behind.

Then here was Matt's roommate who certainly surprised Leese. With the name of 'Stevie,' Lisa envisioned a man but it turned out to be a woman. She was very short, very petite and came from Asian descents. Her onyx hair was pulled back in a ponytail as she leaned forward with her chin resting in her palm listening to the plan.

"Once he's dead, we put the body by the bar that is run by the Slayer's and get out. We'll meet Matt and Stevie ten blocks away from the apartment. You guys give me anything you find then drop me and Leese off. I don't care what you do after that so long as you don't get into trouble. Any questions?"

"I do," said Logan in a gruffly voice. "Why are we leaving the body by the bar? They'll know we are coming?"

"Exactly," replied Jackson simply. "It's a warning. Braun wants them to know we are coming."

"He wants them ready for us?" questioned Logan.

"He wants them scared. Once they find out, they'll break off into groups in search of us then we take them out. One by one."

"And we'll know where they are-"began Matt.

"Brandon will be sending us details."

The plan was simple but efficient. Jackson had fallowed this Alex Peterson for a couple of days and easily found a pattern. He goes to the same bar every Friday and leaves at around 2 in the morning. Jackson, Logan and Lisa are going lure him into the alley that was a block away from the bar and finish the job while Matt and Stevie ransack his apartment looking for any information on the Slayers that Brandon would not be able to give them.

Lisa held her breath when she found out how they were going to lure him. She was going to be the bait.

"Lisa, we need to make sure that we get Peterson in this alley. So I have a favor from you that you're not going to like," informed Jackson. He had a worried look on his face. "The most efficient way to get it done would be bait that he's already caught."

"Meaning me?" question Lisa wide eyed. It was her that had to lure him. That would probably be harder then actually killing him. She had to stand in front of him alone, again. She had to run away from him, again. Could she do it?

"I realize that it is going to make you uncomfortable. You do not have to do it. I want you to be as comfortable as possible."

"I think I can do it as long as I don't wear heals when I'm running. I'm going with the sneakers this time," Lisa said smirking.

The meeting was over now. They were going to do it in three days. Only three days away. Lisa's hearted started pounding at the very thought of it. Logan and Stevie had already left and Jackson went to his room which left Lisa alone with Matt.

"Sooooo," said Matt starting up a conversation "how's life with him?"

"Who?" she asked lamely only to realize two seconds later what he meant. "Oh! It's fine really. We work well together and get along pretty well."

"He calls you Leese."

"Yes, he does."

"He takes your every opinion in regard."

"Well I am his client."

"He looks at you like I've never seen him look at someone before."

"What is your point, Matt?"

Matt rocked back and forth on his feet like a child who knows something you don't. He had a goofy grin on his face and his hair fallen into his eyes. Lisa did not trust him for a second.

"What?" she repeated.

"Nothing," grinned Matt as he left the room. Lisa sighed as she began to turn back into her room. She was just about to close the door when her neighbor, Anthony, popped his head out.

"Uh, honey, who's fine ass was that that just walked by?" asked Anthony. Lisa had known Anthony for about a years now. Her first impression of him was about how nice he was. Her second was about how gay he was. Anthony was her best shopping buddy and knew exactly what looked right on her. He is an African American and was the best dancer she had ever seen. He did have one very straight hobby though. He liked his vehicles. He had two motorcycles in the parking structure along with his convertible Mustang. At his parent's house, Lisa knew that he also owned a mini bike and at least three four wheelers. "Don't be telling me that you're cheating on the white hotty that you're lyin' to your daddy about?"

"I told you I'm not going out with him," informed Lisa. Anthony knew about Jackson. How could he not with Jackson constantly here? On top of that, Anthony had eyes and ears of a fox and when he found something attractive, he would be very aware of what's going on. Anthony thinks that Jackson was just a good friend who was kicked out of his apartment and needed a place to live until he found a new apartment. "And Matt came to visit me. We were buds in college."

Anthony gave her the don't-be-giving-me-bull-shit-cause-I-know-better look. He was absolutely determined that Lisa should got out with, get married to and make babies with Jackson "cause pretty people will make pretty babies."

Lisa said her good night to Anthony and went to turn in for the night. As she walked to her room, she passed Jackson's door which was slightly open. She peaked in to find him taking off his shirt to change into his undershirt revealing his fit body. His back was facing the door and what a nice back it was. The muscles were nicely formed, not too big and bulgy, just right. It was hard to tell he even had this type of body with our thin he was. Lisa noticed several scars spread across his back. One in particular was deep, but long since healed. Lisa realized she was staring.

"Is there anything you need, Leese?" asked Jackson making her jump. He turned around to face her pulling his undershirt over his head and covering up his body. Damn. That smirk didn't help anything either. This smirk was slightly different then his others. It was more smug than normal.

"Oh, um, good night, Jackson." It sounded like a question. Her breathing slightly increased as Jackson came to the door and leaned against the frame. "How did you know I was here?" she asked when he decided to become mute.

"Your footsteps," he said, slightly whispering. "They stopped when you reached the door. You need to become more aware of your surroundings." He took a step towards her and put a loose strand of hair behind her ears.

Oh, she was aware all right. She was aware of everything happening right at that moment. She was aware of her heart beat, how close he was and what an idiot she must be looking like. Abruptly, she left the scene and escaped to her bedroom.

Jackson smirked.

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