Let the Right One In

Summary: Just when Lisa thought that her life was back on track, Jack makes an unexpected appearance that throws her life, and her sanity out of balance. Even with the shoulder of her new friend, Emilee Carson, to fall onto, will Lisa be safe?

Duty Calls

Jackson kept his body pressed against Iris, holding her face as he kissed her. He could feel her begin to pull away.

"Jack, we need to do some work." She mumbled, sitting up a little. "What time is it?"

He sighed a little and looked at the clock facing him. "Just after midnight. I'll go make some coffee." He sulked into the kitchen, rubbing his tired eyes and put on the coffee machine. He glanced at Iris through the open door as she pulled down her skirt and fixed her brown hair.

"You know, all this work will be worth it in the end." She said out of nowhere.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well there's a bounty on Reisert and if we keep her alive and protected for long enough the guy that called the hit will come and get her." She explained as she filed through the paper work.

"And then what?" Jackson poured out the coffee, adding some milk to Iris' mug. He knew just how she liked it.

"When he comes, we kill him… Get the bounty and the payment from Stark." Jackson looked at Iris as she grinned maliciously. "We'll be rich."

"What makes you think that Lisa will even let us help her?" he set her mug beside her and sipped the black liquid. "She'll probably call the cops or something."

"Let me talk to her. Women connect with each other, and besides I have a friendly face." She smiled innocently and bunched together all the pieces of paper.

"If she had've saw you earlier, she wouldn't connect with you."

"Then it's lucky that she didn't." she smiled and handed him the files. "I'll leave you to look this over while I… Freshen up."

Lisa woke up in the pitch black. She pushed herself up and stretched her back before getting onto her feet. She searched for the light switch blindly and squinted as the artificial light shocked her eyes. Lisa noticed the note left on the coffee table and read it. "Sorry, but something came up." She read aloud with a confused expression. Why has Emilee been so hit and miss lately?

Lisa scrunched up the paper and tossed it in the trash barely making the shot. She looked at the clock on the cooker and sighed a little. One O'clock. Lisa had the habit of waking up during the night sometimes. It wrecked her sleeping pattern.

She marched over to her 'comfort cupboard' and pulled out a bottle of vodka and snatched the cranberry juice from the fridge. Since the flight, she couldn't stand to drink sea breezes, even a bay breeze made her feel sick to her core. Lisa stood by the counter, grabbing a glass and stared at the vodka bottle. She wasn't in the mood for the cranberry juice, or the glass; Lisa wanted to get drunk.

"So according to these papers the people sent after Lisa are Emilee Carson and her brother." Jackson said as he looked over the writing.

"Emilee is a hired assassin and had absolutely no ties with the company that hired her."

"What company is it that's after her?" Jackson raised his eyebrow. "I thought it was only Stark that wanted rid of Lisa?"

"It was, but a rival company run by Derek Blaze stole the case from Stark." Iris explained quickly. She knew every bit of this case, inside and out.

"And now because of this, he wants to protect her?"

"Exactly." She smiled a little.

"You mentioned Emilee's brother, why is he in this case?"

"They're a team. Dexter is known for draining the bank accounts of Emilee's victims. It's how they make their money, apart from the bounties of course."

"Are they experienced?"

"Very. Emilee is silent when it comes to her kill, usually using poisons or hidden blades. Dexter is skilled with computers, extremely skilled."

"So how do we go about this?"

Iris stood up and walked over to his fireplace, leaning against it exhaustedly. "I was thinking that we get to the Reisert house early. Maybe around eight and then we warn her, tell her to be cautious around Emilee if she is in contact with her. We'll leave our card and if she contacts us, great…"

"And if she doesn't?"

"Well, then we'll have to force our protection onto her."

Lisa woke up to the sound of knocking on her door. She held her throbbing head as she threw on her dressing gown and made her way down the stairs. The knocking came again, only this time it was louder.

"Alright, alright I'm coming!" she shouted and unlocked the door. She opened it to see a small woman with brown hair beside Jackson. "What are you doing here?" she spat out, glaring at Jackson.

"Lisa Reisert, my name is Iris Cale and you and my associate have already become acquainted,"

"Yes, you tend to when you're terrorised on a plane by a maniac." Lisa interrupted her voice and tone harsh.

Iris stared at her for a moment. "Well, yes. But we're not here to terrorise you, we're here to offer our help and protection."

"Protection? Against what exactly?"

"May we come in and explain?" She said calmly.

"Yeah, sure." Lisa pushed the door open a little more and led them into her house. "Take a seat, I'll be back down in a moment." She ran upstairs and closed her bedroom door. She would have to make herself look a little bit decent.

Lisa came back downstairs, slowly, listening to the conversation that Iris and Jackson were having.

"Do you think that she'll let us help her?" he asked, watching Iris intently.

"She would be stupid not to," at that she heard a noise coming from the hallway; Lisa made the floorboard creak as she walked into the living room, her arms crossed.

"So I'm stupid?" she tapped her foot a little.

"If you don't accept our offer, yes." Iris replied emotionlessly.

"I think you should leave."

Iris put their calling card onto the table and stood up. "The first sign that something's going to happen is that your bank accounts will be sucked dry. Let us know as soon as that happens." Iris turned to Jackson. "Let's go before we're spotted."

Iris walked out of the house and made her way back to the car. Jackson stopped beside Lisa and looked at her. "We're not playing any tricks on you, I promise."

"Because your word means something to me." She looked at him with a hard expression. "Now get out before I call the police."

"Fine." He walked out of the house and watched her close the door and got back into the Land Rover. "You better hope she calls us, or we're dead."