As many times as she thought about it, she still couldn't fully comprehend it.

Jackson had gotten away. And no one knew where he was.

She'd moved apartments, but somehow she just didn't think that would cut it. She would have gone into Witness Protection if she wasn't so sure that he'd find her anyway.

And she knew he was coming. You didn't piss off a guy like that and get away with it. He was coming to finish the job.

Lisa was different now, though. She wasn't the same terrified girl that Jackson had taken advantage of almost a year ago. You didn't go through a rape and then terrorist attack without developing some serious emotional muscles. But she couldn't deny...that some nights she still woke up crying.

But she'd gotten through it all, with certain...precautions.

Lisa walked into her small apartment, locked and bolted the door behind her and threw her keys on the table in the hallway. She kicked off her shoes under the coat rack and then casually picked up the baseball bat that had been leaning against the wall. Holding it in a ready to swing position, she began her best TV cop impersonation, busting into each room and inspecting it thoroughly before moving to the next room. It was her comforting nightly routine, and pretty much the only thing that let her sleep at night. Of course, she never really expected to find anyone. This is why she was so unprepared when there was.

He was in her bedroom. It was the last room she checked, and so she was by now somewhat relaxed. She stepped through the door, and he was just standing there, in a black polo shirt and long trench coat, hands in the pockets.

'Hi Leese.'

She was so overcome by terror that she almost lost it completely, dropping the baseball bat and backing away so quickly that she slammed into her cupboard doors. All her muscles seized up and it was all she could do not to pass out as she stared across the room. Even from here she could see his icy blue eyes. Just as quickly she snapped out of it and she sprinted as hard as she could out of the room. She heard his footsteps thumping behind her and she gave a little shriek, imagining what he would do to her if he caught up.

Do you remember, when you were a kid playing chasey through someone's house? For a couple of seconds you could believe that you really were in danger, that something bad would happen if they caught you. The worst parts of running through the house were the doors. You had to go through them first, they could catch up to you and by the time they reached the door it was still open. Each fumbling at a door was a moment of pure terror.

Lisa's flat was full of doors.

In this circumstance, however, it was the front door that gave her the most trouble. She'd locked it pretty damn securely, fat lot of good that was now. She actually managed to unchain it and turn the latch before he caught up. The air was forced from her lungs as he slammed against her, crushing her into the door. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand and held them behind her back. With the other hand he drew his knife out of the pocket of his trench coat and pressed it to her neck.

'Come on now, pussycat,' he whispered into her hair.

'What do you want?' she said, voice wavering with fear.

'What do you think I want? I want to finish what we started.'

Now that he was here, finally here, with her under his control, his whole body felt on fire with hate and revenge and...something else that he couldn't quite interpret. All he knew was that she was going to pay.

'What are you going to do to me?' Lisa choked out.

'I..am going to hurt you...so much...'

Lisa let out a little half sob in fear, and he smirked in satisfaction. He took the knife and ran it down the side of her body, watching her eyes as he did.

'But right now...you and I are going on a trip.' Grabbing hold of her hair with the hand that still held the knife, he smashed her head against the door and she passed out in his arms. He picked up her limp form and opened the now unlocked front door. Silently he left the apartment building with her. He had to admit, looking down at her, it felt good to have her completely at his mercy, lying in his arms. He lay her in the back seat of his car and drove away, feeling insanely pleased with himself.