Post by mcswooney on Apr 9, 2006 0:53:14 GMT -5
Where we left off....
*(The Purse Part 4...) "Wh-wh-what?!" Lisa stammered, "What do you mean?" Giving him a pleading look, unknowingly clutching his jacket sleeves.
"After you make that call Leese, you'll be coming with me, this won't be over," he said dead-pan, then laughed softly, and almost menacingly at her stricken features.
Lisa squirmed in his arms, and hoarsely whispered "Noooo!."
"Awww, but you were right Leese, I do need to figure this out - hey, you called it, so why so upset?" He said, pretending to be sympathetic at her anguish.
"Shhhh-shhhh, listen -- Hey!" He snapped, then pulling her closer, "You'll do this Leese, you'll do it because you love your Dad," he said relentlessly.
At that, Lisa slumped against him shaking and defeated.
"It's alright, we'll figure this out together," He said grimly now, subconsciously stroking and smoothing her hair, a bit of very real sad resignation was in his voice when he whispered hoarsely, "but I can't let you go Leese."
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CAPTIVE!
03/09/06
He'd done it.
Lisa had presented quite the challenge much to his surprise. Weeks of watching her had not prepared him for the formidable opposition she presented on the plane. He had anticipated finally meeting her with an eagerness he had chosen not to examine, as he really didn't want to know what that meant. It made him anxious.
Feeling anything less than total control, made him anxious.
Lisa Reisert, had given him that feeling weeks before they had ever met in person, so Jackson had been on edge, and somewhat resentful because of the extreme attraction at the start.
He found himself being more ruthless with her, than he had been with the last 3 assignments combined, and they had all been male.
A twinge of guilt briefly flitted across his pysche at that when he glanced over at her, seemingly defenseless in her seat, until he checked himself and remembered that that was just smoke and mirrors. She was a sly one, his Lisa.
He'd have to keep an eye on her at all times.
He wasn't complaining.
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Lisa, had dragged her feet all the way from the arrival gates to the cozy Starbucks that beckoned, with Rippner nudging her most of the way.
He finally hoisted his carry on on one shoulder, grasped her hand somewhat roughly, and pulled her along like a 6 yr old.
"Stop! I can walk you know," she muttered sullenly.
"Well, then pick it up," Jackson grumbled, then smirked, "You know Leese, I wouldn't have pegged you as being so immature, you disappoint me," he said, knowing it was sure to get a rise out of her.
Lisa almost stopped in the middle of the airport, until Jack jerked her in-step beside him. "Immature?!" She exclaimed hoarsely, eyes blazing, then sneered, "Well, excuse me Jack, if I'm not handling being complicit in an assassination and my own terrorist kidnapping, in a more grown up, mature fashion - I'm kinda new to this particular party."
They arrived in short order at the clipped pace Jackson had kept them moving at.
"Sit down," he said, again low and vaguely threatening, checking out their surroundings with a sweep of his professional contract killer gaze, even as he very gentlemanly like pulled out Lisa's chair, and hovered until she was seated.
Watching her full lips quiver slightly, he seated himself opposite her, and signaled for the cheery Starbucks guy to bring them two lattes.
"Now what?" Lisa said, deliberately injecting boredom into her voice, as she knew that would set him off.
Jackson chuckled, "Why Leese, you sure do damage to the old ego, I'll have to make sure I keep it exciting for you after this is over."
Lisa's eyes grew wider, and her heart began to pound a little faster.
"But," Jackson started, "in answer to your question, what's next is we wait. We wait until it's over, which shouldn't be more than a few --"
"LISA!! OH My God!!" a woman's voice called out from the atrium outside in the terminal - waving excitedly.
Jackson stopped abruptly, as he heard and saw a young woman about Lisa's age, quickly run into Starbucks, and bull doze her way into the coffee shop, leaning over their table and clasping Lisa in a bear hug.
"Mindy!" Lisa managed to gasp, as she was being squeezed with an inch of her life by her old college chum, bumping their table.
"What the hell -- " Jackson muttered irritated, as his water slopped out of his glass and onto the wood floor, his eyes furious - he found his posessiveness extended to all walks of life apparently. 'Great,' he wondered - 'who would feel the brunt of his wrath next, Lisa's Rottweiler puppy?' No, actually he kinda liked that puppy. He remembered being relieved to discover that Lisa didn't bother with silly little fru fru dogs...
He snapped out of it - and again wondered who in hell this b*tch was.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Mindy exclaimed, quickly releasing Lisa, and apologizing to the handsome stern looking young man with her. "I-I'm such a klutz," she stammered under his cold blue gaze. "Yikes," she chuckled, somewhat forced and nervous, "I practically capsized your table - I'm just so relieved to see Lisa here, is okay."
"Oh me?" Lisa said, shaking er head from side to side, and glancing at Jackson in wide-eyed innocence -- attempting to shrug away all suspicion.
"What do you mean Min?" Lisa said.
"Yeah, what do you mean?" said Jackson, his eyes on a newly nervous Lisa the entire time.
Jackson knew Lisa was up to something. In that instance, when she had responded to her friend. He knew she was lying -- knew it.
She had exacted the same tone, when asked about the book and the secret SOS message written to her kindly old lady friend on the plane. At the time, it had driven him insane with rage that she would lie to him -- and yet, she was still doing it.
He felt totally out of control once again with her, and out of his element too - what was going on?
Mindy, hurriedly went on -- geeked that she got to tell Lisa this amazingly awful news about her own hotel, "God, didn't you hear hon -- someone ignited your hotel about 20 minutes ago! Lit the thing up like a roman candle - I heard it on my car radio on the way here. I was so worried there would be casualties - but just now, I heard security say everything was fine, that that floor had been evacuated with plenty of time to spare, and that no one was hurt. Thank God."
Jackson, almost choked on his water, while Lisa gapsed in pretend surprise and shock, clasping her hand over her mouth, tears welling up -- attempting to convince not only Mindy, but Jackson, that she had no knowledge of the incident.
Except she could see that was a losing proposition with the latter.
Lisa stood up, and grabbed Mindy in a hug, "Thank you, thank you for telling me this, I have to call in right now --Oh my GOD! She sobbed, then looked at Jackson, and exclaimed, "Honey?!" Jackson almost choked twice at that. Lisa was fumbling in her bag for the cellphone she knew Jackson had.
She looked up at Mindy, saying, "I'll call you okay, right now I have to get in touch with everybody alright -- Listen, you - you take care, and I'll call you soon!"
"Promise?" Mindy said worriedly, glancing quickly at the silent, hard-edged young man with her. Lisa nodded quickly, still fumbling around in her bag distractedly...please leave now Min, please....she prayed silently as she didn't want Jackson blowing his cool in front of her.
"Okay, Leese - okay...God, sorry to be the bearer of such awful news, but everybody's okay and that's the important thing," Mindy gave Lisa a peck, backed up and waved, rushing to her gate.
Lisa, calmed her frantic movements, her heart still beating fast and furious, and looked up at Jackson.
"Yes. 'Everybodys okay that's the important thing,'" Jackson whispered snidely, filled with rage, and mocking her friend.
He grabbed Lisa's arm in a ferocious grip that she knew would leave a bruise. "Everybody except your Dad, of course," he said between clenched teeth.
Lisa took a deep breath, and looked right into those eyes that she could never forget
"Oh no Jack," Lisa said, eyes glistening with tears, at his rough handling once again, then as calmly as she could muster, whipered, "Dad's okay too," and gave a small smile, "Thanks for your concern though."
Jackson almost flinched as she softly patted the hand fisted around her upper arm.
He pulled her closer, and demanded she answer one question....
"How?" his face full of rage.
"Text messaging," she replied in a simple whisper, trying not to anger him further. He had no more cards to play, in that she was grateful -- but he still had her.
Lisa cautiously explained, "I have my blackberry clipped to my waist at all times - I know it like the back of my hand, I can text in my sleep. I warned Cynthia more than 35 minutes ago."
Lisa felt his hot furious breath on her cheek and in her ear, as rough calloused hands suddenly jostled her under the table, skimmed her waist and ripped the blackberry from her skirt, lingering on her soft warm skin.
"Goddamn you," Jackson muttered, low and feral.
She couldn't look in those eyes, but she added for good measure....
"I guess you should have frisked me," and bravely looked up into bue ice, that quickly shot flames of heat her way.
"Oh, I'll frisk you alright, Leese - believe me," he promised hoarsely, desire and rage warring in him. He continued mercilessly, "Get up. We have another plane to catch."
He stood over her, daring her to try anything.
His eyes promising retribution, at a time and place of his choosing.
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To be continued....
*(The Purse Part 4...) "Wh-wh-what?!" Lisa stammered, "What do you mean?" Giving him a pleading look, unknowingly clutching his jacket sleeves.
"After you make that call Leese, you'll be coming with me, this won't be over," he said dead-pan, then laughed softly, and almost menacingly at her stricken features.
Lisa squirmed in his arms, and hoarsely whispered "Noooo!."
"Awww, but you were right Leese, I do need to figure this out - hey, you called it, so why so upset?" He said, pretending to be sympathetic at her anguish.
"Shhhh-shhhh, listen -- Hey!" He snapped, then pulling her closer, "You'll do this Leese, you'll do it because you love your Dad," he said relentlessly.
At that, Lisa slumped against him shaking and defeated.
"It's alright, we'll figure this out together," He said grimly now, subconsciously stroking and smoothing her hair, a bit of very real sad resignation was in his voice when he whispered hoarsely, "but I can't let you go Leese."
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CAPTIVE!
03/09/06
He'd done it.
Lisa had presented quite the challenge much to his surprise. Weeks of watching her had not prepared him for the formidable opposition she presented on the plane. He had anticipated finally meeting her with an eagerness he had chosen not to examine, as he really didn't want to know what that meant. It made him anxious.
Feeling anything less than total control, made him anxious.
Lisa Reisert, had given him that feeling weeks before they had ever met in person, so Jackson had been on edge, and somewhat resentful because of the extreme attraction at the start.
He found himself being more ruthless with her, than he had been with the last 3 assignments combined, and they had all been male.
A twinge of guilt briefly flitted across his pysche at that when he glanced over at her, seemingly defenseless in her seat, until he checked himself and remembered that that was just smoke and mirrors. She was a sly one, his Lisa.
He'd have to keep an eye on her at all times.
He wasn't complaining.
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Lisa, had dragged her feet all the way from the arrival gates to the cozy Starbucks that beckoned, with Rippner nudging her most of the way.
He finally hoisted his carry on on one shoulder, grasped her hand somewhat roughly, and pulled her along like a 6 yr old.
"Stop! I can walk you know," she muttered sullenly.
"Well, then pick it up," Jackson grumbled, then smirked, "You know Leese, I wouldn't have pegged you as being so immature, you disappoint me," he said, knowing it was sure to get a rise out of her.
Lisa almost stopped in the middle of the airport, until Jack jerked her in-step beside him. "Immature?!" She exclaimed hoarsely, eyes blazing, then sneered, "Well, excuse me Jack, if I'm not handling being complicit in an assassination and my own terrorist kidnapping, in a more grown up, mature fashion - I'm kinda new to this particular party."
They arrived in short order at the clipped pace Jackson had kept them moving at.
"Sit down," he said, again low and vaguely threatening, checking out their surroundings with a sweep of his professional contract killer gaze, even as he very gentlemanly like pulled out Lisa's chair, and hovered until she was seated.
Watching her full lips quiver slightly, he seated himself opposite her, and signaled for the cheery Starbucks guy to bring them two lattes.
"Now what?" Lisa said, deliberately injecting boredom into her voice, as she knew that would set him off.
Jackson chuckled, "Why Leese, you sure do damage to the old ego, I'll have to make sure I keep it exciting for you after this is over."
Lisa's eyes grew wider, and her heart began to pound a little faster.
"But," Jackson started, "in answer to your question, what's next is we wait. We wait until it's over, which shouldn't be more than a few --"
"LISA!! OH My God!!" a woman's voice called out from the atrium outside in the terminal - waving excitedly.
Jackson stopped abruptly, as he heard and saw a young woman about Lisa's age, quickly run into Starbucks, and bull doze her way into the coffee shop, leaning over their table and clasping Lisa in a bear hug.
"Mindy!" Lisa managed to gasp, as she was being squeezed with an inch of her life by her old college chum, bumping their table.
"What the hell -- " Jackson muttered irritated, as his water slopped out of his glass and onto the wood floor, his eyes furious - he found his posessiveness extended to all walks of life apparently. 'Great,' he wondered - 'who would feel the brunt of his wrath next, Lisa's Rottweiler puppy?' No, actually he kinda liked that puppy. He remembered being relieved to discover that Lisa didn't bother with silly little fru fru dogs...
He snapped out of it - and again wondered who in hell this b*tch was.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry," Mindy exclaimed, quickly releasing Lisa, and apologizing to the handsome stern looking young man with her. "I-I'm such a klutz," she stammered under his cold blue gaze. "Yikes," she chuckled, somewhat forced and nervous, "I practically capsized your table - I'm just so relieved to see Lisa here, is okay."
"Oh me?" Lisa said, shaking er head from side to side, and glancing at Jackson in wide-eyed innocence -- attempting to shrug away all suspicion.
"What do you mean Min?" Lisa said.
"Yeah, what do you mean?" said Jackson, his eyes on a newly nervous Lisa the entire time.
Jackson knew Lisa was up to something. In that instance, when she had responded to her friend. He knew she was lying -- knew it.
She had exacted the same tone, when asked about the book and the secret SOS message written to her kindly old lady friend on the plane. At the time, it had driven him insane with rage that she would lie to him -- and yet, she was still doing it.
He felt totally out of control once again with her, and out of his element too - what was going on?
Mindy, hurriedly went on -- geeked that she got to tell Lisa this amazingly awful news about her own hotel, "God, didn't you hear hon -- someone ignited your hotel about 20 minutes ago! Lit the thing up like a roman candle - I heard it on my car radio on the way here. I was so worried there would be casualties - but just now, I heard security say everything was fine, that that floor had been evacuated with plenty of time to spare, and that no one was hurt. Thank God."
Jackson, almost choked on his water, while Lisa gapsed in pretend surprise and shock, clasping her hand over her mouth, tears welling up -- attempting to convince not only Mindy, but Jackson, that she had no knowledge of the incident.
Except she could see that was a losing proposition with the latter.
Lisa stood up, and grabbed Mindy in a hug, "Thank you, thank you for telling me this, I have to call in right now --Oh my GOD! She sobbed, then looked at Jackson, and exclaimed, "Honey?!" Jackson almost choked twice at that. Lisa was fumbling in her bag for the cellphone she knew Jackson had.
She looked up at Mindy, saying, "I'll call you okay, right now I have to get in touch with everybody alright -- Listen, you - you take care, and I'll call you soon!"
"Promise?" Mindy said worriedly, glancing quickly at the silent, hard-edged young man with her. Lisa nodded quickly, still fumbling around in her bag distractedly...please leave now Min, please....she prayed silently as she didn't want Jackson blowing his cool in front of her.
"Okay, Leese - okay...God, sorry to be the bearer of such awful news, but everybody's okay and that's the important thing," Mindy gave Lisa a peck, backed up and waved, rushing to her gate.
Lisa, calmed her frantic movements, her heart still beating fast and furious, and looked up at Jackson.
"Yes. 'Everybodys okay that's the important thing,'" Jackson whispered snidely, filled with rage, and mocking her friend.
He grabbed Lisa's arm in a ferocious grip that she knew would leave a bruise. "Everybody except your Dad, of course," he said between clenched teeth.
Lisa took a deep breath, and looked right into those eyes that she could never forget
"Oh no Jack," Lisa said, eyes glistening with tears, at his rough handling once again, then as calmly as she could muster, whipered, "Dad's okay too," and gave a small smile, "Thanks for your concern though."
Jackson almost flinched as she softly patted the hand fisted around her upper arm.
He pulled her closer, and demanded she answer one question....
"How?" his face full of rage.
"Text messaging," she replied in a simple whisper, trying not to anger him further. He had no more cards to play, in that she was grateful -- but he still had her.
Lisa cautiously explained, "I have my blackberry clipped to my waist at all times - I know it like the back of my hand, I can text in my sleep. I warned Cynthia more than 35 minutes ago."
Lisa felt his hot furious breath on her cheek and in her ear, as rough calloused hands suddenly jostled her under the table, skimmed her waist and ripped the blackberry from her skirt, lingering on her soft warm skin.
"Goddamn you," Jackson muttered, low and feral.
She couldn't look in those eyes, but she added for good measure....
"I guess you should have frisked me," and bravely looked up into bue ice, that quickly shot flames of heat her way.
"Oh, I'll frisk you alright, Leese - believe me," he promised hoarsely, desire and rage warring in him. He continued mercilessly, "Get up. We have another plane to catch."
He stood over her, daring her to try anything.
His eyes promising retribution, at a time and place of his choosing.
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To be continued....
