Author's Note/Disclaimer: Hi everyone! This is just a story idea that happened to pop into my head. I'm mostly playing around with this idea but if you like it please leave me a review. I am an amateur writer and am still learning so if you notice any mistakes grammar, spelling wise, please feel free to point them out. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Please note my stories do tend to either move a bit fast or a bit slow. I do not own any characters in Red Eye nor am I making any money on writing this story. This story is set before the movie Red Eye. I only own my OCs. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy my story.-Lin

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Summery: After the death of her husband, Amy McCoy finds herself at the center of Jackson Rippner's new assignment. Jackson/OC Rated T for language, maybe eventually be rated M.

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Chapter 1

I made my way through the dirty ally down the deep dark street. The rain was pouring down, making the scene perfect for this somewhat grim meeting. I made my way up to the man wearing a midnight colored trench coat.

"What do you have for me this time?" I asked my boss.

"There's a file we need to perform an operation a client has requested. Our guys tell us, recently killed Sergeant Matthew McCoy, doubled as a spy for the government. He was serving in Iraq when he was killed. He had access to a lot of government files and secrets, including the file we need. His partner, Sergeant Angus Brown, now has access to these files. He is currently in Iraq." My boss, a man who called himself, Rip, informed me.

"What do I need to do?" I inquired. Rip pulled out a picture of a woman and handed it to me. She had light brown hair and matching brown eyes.

"Her name is Amy McCoy, Sergeant McCoy's wife, Sergeant Brown's sister. She's the key to getting that file."

"How so?"

"I want you to get her to like you, to trust you, hell you could seduce her for all I care. All that matters is she trusts you enough that by the time Sergeant Brown returns from Iraq you she inadvertently lets you use her to get to her brother and get that file. All the details are in here." Rip said handing me an envelope.

"How much longer is Sergeant Brown going to be in Iraq?" I asked, wondering how long this mission was going to take.

"10 months."

"This is a longer one."

"We want you to be constant in her life a while before her brother comes home. She's grieving, vulnerable, gullible and, from what our guy we originally had watching her her tells us, aloof. She shouldn't be hard to draw in."

"Why don't you keep your other guy on her then?"

"He freaked her out and she called the cops on him. He's sitting in a jail cell; he was too obvious with her. You're skilled enough you won't be. Just use that devilish charm of yours, you'll do fine." Rip answered. I nodded. I looked back down at her picture; this was going to be a fun assignment.

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I've been watching Amy for a couple of weeks now. She had a dull life, every morning she'd wake up, get ready for the day, then go to a small diner on her street before heading to work. She worked at dry cleaner from 9-5 then she would go grocery shopping if she needed to, go home and end the day by crying. She was pathetic but she had just lost her husband. She couldn't be more than 25; she was a young widow which had to have something to do with her pitiful life.

After two weeks, I figured it was time to meet the widowed Mrs. McCoy. I had to make it memorable for her; I had to make sure she would never forget her first encounter with Jackson Rippner.

The morning was as dull as ever for Mrs. Amy McCoy. The only thing that changed was she didn't stop by the diner for breakfast. The opportune moment arrived during her lunch break. I watched her as she walked through the busy streets, she stopped by a taco stand picked up a couple of tacos and made her way back to work. This was it…time to make it happen.

I made my way towards her; she wasn't pay attention to where she was going. Her mind was obviously elsewhere as I purposely collided into her, her taco smearing all over my white business shirt.

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Amy's P.O.V

'Come on Amy, you have to get up now.' I thought to myself as I lay in my bed. After a couple more minutes of lying there I pulled myself up from the bed. The morning sickness hit me as I sat up. I sat there for a couple of minutes giving my stomach a minute to calm down. Once I felt slightly better I got up, showered, dressed and was out the door. The smell coming from the diner brought back the morning sickness so I skipped breakfast and made my way to the building I worked in.

I had been working in the dry cleaning business since I was 16. It was family business my grandmother started. She was a strict boss but she still managed to make work entertaining. The morning was fairly normal with a few customers either picking or and dropping off their clothes. When I wasn't taking care of clothes I was helping customers.

Around 11:50 I left the dry cleaners for my lunch break. The street was fairly crowded as I made way down to a little taco stand. I still felt queasy from the morning sickness but knew I needed to eat something for my child. After grabbing a couple of tacos I started back towards the dry cleaners.

'Damn it, Matthew.' I thought to myself, 'I wish you were here.'

I unwrapped my taco and started to slowly eat it when I felt myself crash into someone.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." I apologized before I looked up to see a man. He had dark brown hair and light blue eyes.

"No problem, I wasn't paying attention either." He replied looking down at his shirt. My eyes widened when I saw the huge stain on his white shirt.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Please let me clean that for you." I stated looking at the stain.

'My god, I'm such an air head.' I thought to myself as I handed the man a couple of napkins I had managed to grab from the taco stand.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure it'll come out with a little bleach." The man suggested looking up from his shirt. His eyes met mine; they seemed cold, yet inviting.

"Please, I work at a dry cleaners, I'll have that shirt cleaned and good as new. I'll do it for free and I'll even give you another shirt." I offered again. I felt horrible about this. He thought a moment.

"Alright; are you on your way there now?" he asked. I nodded. "I'll walk with you."

"Ok, this way." I nodded towards the direction of the cleaners. We walked in silence for a few moments.

"Are you alright? You seem distracted." The man asked. I looked over at him to see he was watching me a bit intently.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My mind is just elsewhere today." I explained as I gave him a small smile. He nodded, returning the smile before looking where we were going.

"Do you do this often?" he asked trying to make conversation.

"Do what often?" I inquired.

"Run into people?"

"No, not at all; I'm just really distracted… my husband died recently so…" I said, my voice cracking a bit.

"Oh I'm sorry." He said apologetically.

"Thanks, it's been a hard two months. Oh we're here." I told him, pointing towards the building I worked in. He nodded, following me inside.

"Here's where we keep our abandoned stash. Take your pick." I said showing him the rack of abandoned clothes. He looked through the shirts pulling a couple out to get a better look at them.

"I can see why they were abandoned. These are horrible." He joked giving me another smile.

"There are some interesting ones." I laughed a bit, as he held up a vomit colored green and yellow shirt. After couple of minutes he pulled out a light blue shirt and walked over to the bathroom to change. A few more minutes and the dark haired, blue eyed man emerged.

"Here you go." He said handing me his stained shirt.

"Thank you." I replied taking it. "I'll have this ready for you by the end of the week."

"Sounds great; my name is Jackson, by-the-way." Jackson introduced himself extending his hand for mine.

"Amy." I responded shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you Amy."

"Likewise." I said. Jackson went to say something else when we heard my grandmother call my name. "I need to get back to work. I'll see you at the end of the week?"

"See you then." he told me, before saying goodbye and walking out of the building.

"Amy, dear, who was that?" my grandmother asked as she emerged from the back.

"Oh, just a guy I ran into at lunch. I got taco sauce all over his white shirt so I offered to clean it for him." I explained to her.

"I see, watch out for him. He's the devil."