Chapter One- Mission In Paris

Paris, France, 2100 hours

A young woman walked into the bar of the Victoria Palace Hotel, catching the eye of every man in the room. She was tall and slender, wearing a dark blue, floor length gown that fit her like a skin, showing off her curves which she accentuated by swaying her hips as she walked. She had soulful honey brown eyes and dark brown hair pulled into a French knot, a small diamond clip holding it in place.

"Miss, do you require a table?" she turned to the waiter that approached her and replied with a French accent.

"No, thank you. I will sit at the bar," The waiter nodded and walked away and the woman walked to the end of the room, sitting at the end stool at the bar.

"What would you like to drink?" The bartender asked her, in English. She turned to see the man with dark brown hair and almost black eyes looking at her with a smirk on his handsome face.

"Champagne Cocktail, please," she replied in French. Turning away from him to look around the room, she added in a very low voice so only he could hear, in English. "Jack, I thought Will was going to be the bartender!"

"It was decided at the last minute that I should do it, I've got more experience at pouring drinks, Lizzy." Agent Elizabeth Swann resisted the urge to roll her eyes. But couldn't help but agree that a mission that required a bartender, Jack was an ideal choice. What she didn't like was that they had changed the plan. Reaching her hand up to her ear, she subtly played with her long sapphire earring, bringing it close to her mouth as she fingered it in her palm and said softly,

"We are talking about this later,"

Elizabeth then turned to collect her drink from Jack.

"You're in trouble," James observed after hearing Elizabeth's comment through his earpiece. While Elizabeth and Jack had their earpieces disguised as earrings, James Norrington and Will Turner had normal earpieces. Will stood besides the bed in the hotel bedroom they had got for the mission, putting his Smith & Wessons into their gun holsters under his suit jacket.

"I don't know why Gibbs assigned me as bartender and Jack as security, those jobs are normally vice versa in these missions," Will replied as he adjusted his bow tie in the mirror beside the door. James sat at the table beside the window, watching the two laptop screens that sat at the table, one James had used to hack into the hotel mainframe to access their security cameras, and the other was awaiting the file transfer which was Elizabeth's assignment in their mission tonight.

"Do you have the duplicate camera footage?" Will asked, and James nodded.

"Ready to go, as soon as you are in the elevator, I simply press a button and security will have no idea of the trouble you are causing."

Back in the bar, Elizabeth was getting impatient, waiting for the target to arrive. "Any sign of Dupuis?" Will asked through their earpieces. "Not yet," she replied, careful to move her mouth as little as possible. She turned briefly to take a sip of her drink. As she put it down Jack met her eyes and gave her the briefest nod. Elizabeth turned around to see Dupuis entering the bar, accompanied by two body guards as usual. "He's here, going radio silent," Elizabeth said and James turned off her signal on his laptop, so the three men could no longer hear her or her them. James then accessed the camera in the bar so Will and himself could watch.

Elizabeth mentally groaned, hating this part of the mission. Putting on her mask, she looked up at Dupuis and met his eye, smiling seductively at him. Dupuis was in his mid thirties and was an average looking Frenchman but with more Mediterranean features. He smiled at Elizabeth and started walked over to her. Elizabeth uncrossed then recrossed her legs; the slit that went to mid thigh relieved the pale skin of her leg to his leering eye. Inside, Elizabeth felt sick but on the outside she was the picture of a woman deeply interested in the man before her. He sat down on the free bar stool beside her.

"Good Evening," Dupuis said smoothly as he sat down.

Will paced the room, unable to comfortably watch his wife of one month flirting with the French criminal. "Jack has just given him his drink," James observed. "That gives Elizabeth ten minutes to get him to his room before he passes out," Will groaned once again at the idea of her having to seduce him. James watched as Elizabeth and Dupuis stood from the bar and starting walking out of the bar and towards the elevator, his bodyguards walking behind them.

"They've left the bar," Jack said as he walked into the kitchens from the bar and made his way to the service stairs. "I'm coming up,"

"Right," Will replied, watching them carefully beside James on the video. "How long till Elizabeth is back on radio?" "As soon as she is in Dupuis' room."

Luckily when Elizabeth reached the elevator with Dupuis and his bodyguards, an elderly couple were also going into the elevator. The idea of being alone with Dupuis didn't thrill her so was glad that the presence of the elderly couple was enough to keep Dupuis hand's to himself. She carefully looked down at her watch and saw she had five minutes until he'd passed out. Elizabeth turned and smiled at Dupuis, who was looking at her amorously. He went to speak but the sound of a phone halted him and the bodyguard to his left answered a phone and starting whispering in French. Elizabeth couldn't make out what he was saying but when he hung up the phone, he muttered in Dupuis ear something about a possible security breach and the room must be secured again. This meant by the time she was in the room wit Dupuis, the bodyguard would be there when he passed out, not giving her the chance to get the files from his laptop and transfer them to James' laptop four floors down. There was also no way of warning the others as she was radio silent. Returning to her role as the stupid French girl, she asked sweetly in French, "Is something wrong?"

"Of course not, my pet," he replied and put his hand on her lower back.

The elevator reached the seventh floor and Elizabeth tensed, knowing that this part of the mission was not going to be as smooth as it should be.

Will disappeared out the door of their hotel room and made his way to the elevator opposite the one Elizabeth and Dupuis were taking. The plan was he would stop at the sixth floor then use the stairs to go to the last floor, so he could wait till the opportune moment. James was sitting at his computer, carefully watching the corridor as the elevator opened, Elizabeth and Dupuis stepped out and made their way to his suite. James watched in horror as one of the body guards didn't come out of the room as they shut the door.

Elizabeth payed close attention to the body guard as he surveyed the room, ignoring Dupuis who was running his hand up and down her back.

"Hurry up," Dupuis said impatiently his hand now on the zip of her dress. Elizabeth watched the guard turned as Dupuis hit the ground. The body guard walked over to Dupuis and Elizabeth just stood there with an expression of shock. But as soon as the guard reached for his headpiece Elizabeth slapped his hand away and kicked him in the stomach, then as he stumbled back swung her leg around in a roundhouse kick that hit the large man in the throat and landed him flat on his back on the floor, unconscious. Elizabeth heard thuds of a similar nature outside the door and it soon swung open and Will dragged the body of the other body guard into the hotel suite.

"Why did the plan change?" Elizabeth demanded as she walked over to the laptop on the table. Getting a phone from her purse, she plugged it into the Dupuis' laptop. The device needed to hack into the laptop and then transfer it to James' laptop downstairs had to be disguised as a phone.

"Jack is better as the bartender, we all knew that!" Will said quickly as Elizabeth starting sending Dupuis' computer files to James. "I don't know why he gave me the job!"

Elizabeth looked at him and replied, "Gibbs doesn't like that we work together on missions." Will rolled his eyes and looked through the peep hole of the door. "How long?" Will asked.

"Sixty seconds," James replied.

Elizabeth watched the screen as Will tied up the unconscious men. "Both bodyguards were supposed to stay in the hall," Will commented darkly as he walked over to Elizabeth.

"Dupuis' bodyguard got a call that there had been a security breach."

Their eyes met. "James," Will said into his earpiece. "They knew of a security breach, we need to get out of here."

"Ten seconds," James replied. "Get out of there and meet us at van." Will walked over and opened the doors onto the balcony, looking down seven floor to the pavement.

"Why don't they ever get rooms on the ground floor?" Will muttered.

"Transfer complete," Elizabeth said, removing the phone device from the laptop and walking over to Will, pulling another device from her purse. "They do," she added as she attached the hook to the railing and Will swung over. "Remember Peru?"

James and Jack backed up their equipment in record time and walked casually out of their suite until they got to the stairs, where they ran down four floors to the emergency exit. Jack set off the alarm when he kicked the door open and the two agents were removed to see a white van come to a speeding halt right in front of them, Will at the wheel and Elizabeth opened the back door of the van. They jumped in and Will took off at neck breaking pace, till they reached the main road and he went back to the speed limit. He took a turning towards the airport when Elizabeth's phone rang. "Sir," she said as she answered, "Mission complete."

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