(A/N) Hey all! It's been a while since I have posted, but I have kept on writing. This is my new modern fic that I promised back in September, but college really has kicked my butt and I barely have the time to write.
This is a modern J/E fic, if you like the WE fic's well turn away now. Will is a good guy, but he plays more of a supporting role, so he won't go all dark on you. I have tried to keep the character's in character for the modern day. The summary as you have read will be explained, especially how Elizabeth, a born Brit, is an FBI agent. I also aged Elizabeth a bit to about twenty five, and made Jack a bit younger at about thirty five, although in POTC his age isn't exactly known, but from the bits and pieces we get, he is to be close to forty five or so. I decided to turn Jack a bit, so Jack is an American, you'll find out where he is from. Everything will be explored and answered, and please review and let me know what you all think!
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC!
"Do you see anything?"
"No." Elizabeth hated this, not knowing, depending on an informant. "No one move until I say." Elizabeth whispered into the radio. She was the lead on this case, and she be damned if she would screw it up.
She, her partner Will Turner, and several other members of the bureau were hidden outside a bank, waiting for the infamous Jack Sparrow to show. "Elizabeth, this could take a while." Will whispered next to her, blowing into his frigid hands. "It's freezing."
"Suck it up…wimp." Elizabeth smirked as she saw Will frown. "He has to be here." Elizabeth scanned the streets, nothing. "Has to…"
"You sound like your convincing yourself."
"Maybe I am." Elizabeth had been hunting Jack Sparrow for years now. She had been fascinated as a child by the law, namely from her father who sparked the interest, but Jack Sparrow seemed to be the Houdini of bank robberies, and that intrigue amongst other things, pulled her into the FBI.
Elizabeth knew she had Jack Sparrow pegged well this time. The first time they played their 'game', was nearly three years ago.
"Stay where you are, put your hands on top of your head…" Elizabeth smirked as she turned, completely fooling Jack, whom, had thought she was a teller.
"Well, you have completely caught me off guard." He had this smirk that just sent shivers down Elizabeth's spine.
"That was the plan."
"What's your name?"
"Special Agent Elizabeth Swann."
"That's a pretty name, now, as I am sure you already know I am Jack Sparrow, Do you really know who I am?" He put down his duffel bag he had been carrying.
"Very well."
"Well Agent Swann, I can see you will be an admirable opponent, however I will walk away with the money I have intended on getting, and you won't stop me. I like playing this little game we have."
"I don't think so." Elizabeth was only in the FBI a year, she was still inexperienced, and didn't see his leg sweep under her, knocking her to the ground. He pulled out a white cloth and covered her face, Elizabeth then went black.
Elizabeth shrugged off her first screw up. She had to get him, no more games, no more playing, although she had to admit, it was rather interesting.
Then the bank alarm went off. Elizabeth jolted as she waited, a few more seconds he would be running out, something. "Move." Elizabeth whispered into the radio. Then out of no where a dozen plus agents jumped from their posts.
Elizabeth charged across the street, careful of the impending and rather rude Washington DC drivers. With Will charging along side her, Elizabeth bolted into the First Federal Bank. The tellers were all lined up and down on the floor, along with the security guards and customers. "Damnit." Elizabeth grumbled, her SIG Sauer held firmly in her hand.
"Elizabeth, he's gone."
"No, he's here, he has…" Elizabeth then saw the moved tile on the ceiling. "Will, how do I get on the roof?"
"The roof?" Will asked.
"Access door on the right." A security guard said from the ground as he was being helped up by an agent.
"Will, call for back up!" Elizabeth ran to the access door and started running up. She finally got to the top, gripped her gun tight and swung the door open.
"FBI!" Elizabeth was crouched down scanning the pebbled rocked roof. Elizabeth slowly got up from her knees.
"Now Agent Swann, no need for yelling I can hear you…" He was standing right there, but Elizabeth froze. Jack Sparrow stood there, a bag over his shoulder. From head to toe, he looked like a business man, nothing like the thief he was.
"Traveling light Sparrow?" Elizabeth said with the barrel of her gun fixed on Jack.
"Light? Liz, we both know that the electronic way is the only way to go…" He said motioning his fingers as if he was typing.
"You're under arrest." Elizabeth said. "Drop the bag and place your hands on top of your head."
"Alright." Jack sighed. He dropped the black bag and put his hands on top of his head. "You got me."
Elizabeth cautiously walked over to Jack and patted him down. "Easy there love." Jack smirked as her hands glided up towards his crotch.
"Get over yourself." She took out her handcuffs. She reached the top of his head and put one of his wrists into the cuff.
"That black suit really looks lovely on you Liz."
"I hate when you say that." Elizabeth muttered. Their back and forth 'cops and robbers' relationship had gone back three years, three long years that Elizabeth devoted to finding him. However, she did in fact enjoy the game they played, it kept her on her toes.
"Why? You never told me." Jack smirked as she brought his other hand down.
"None of your business…" Jack flipped out of her grip and handcuffed her to the other link. "You son of a …" Elizabeth mumbled as she looked at the predicament she was in.
"Well now, we can do this two ways…you come with me…or you let me on my merry little way, and you get cut loose."
"No." Elizabeth couldn't believe this.
"Fine." Jack stepped over to her and kicked his leg beneath her and had her on her back quite quickly.
Jack then began to drag her to the ledge. "It was nice knowing you Lizzy…"
"You smug bastard…" Elizabeth reached into her pocket and pulled out the key to the handcuffs.
"Now that wasn't nice. I'll be taking that." Jack took the key from her hand and quickly stuffed it into his pocket. Elizabeth screamed as he dangled her by the ledge, holding himself up as he held onto her weight by his right arm. "I want an apology."
"What?" Elizabeth felt her shoulder throb and burn with pain.
"Say, I'm sorry Jack, I didn't mean to say those bad things…"
"Buzz off!" Elizabeth screamed.
"Alrighty…" Jack reached over and slipped the key into the lock and turned. Elizabeth screamed as she fell. She landed in a dumpster, cursing Jack Sparrow.
"I'll be in touch." He shouted from above. Elizabeth looked up at that damned smile and nearly wanted to vomit right there.
Elizabeth held her shoulder as she climbed out of the dumpster. "Elizabeth!" Will came rushing over with two agents. "Are you alright?"
"Do I look alright to you?" Elizabeth grumbled. "Where was backup?"
"Late."
"Typical." Elizabeth pushed her way past the agents and looked around. She knew Jack was watching her, staring, and he loved it.
"Sit down." Elizabeth sat down in Matt Greenly's office, her supervisor, her boss. Elizabeth knew she messed up yesterday, and it was likely she was going to get canned.
"Listen sir, I know it looks bad…"
"Bad? You don't know the half of it. You wasted so much to get him, and we came up, once again, empty. Agent Swann, you know you screwed up."
"I understand." Elizabeth sat quietly, no use arguing, she was out.
"You need to get your mind off of this case."
"What?"
"I am telling you that you are suspended, for three weeks, until the heat from this blows over." He sat leaned against his desk, his lean build, even though she was just as strong, intimidated her.
"I can't…I'll lose track of him."
"Elizabeth, I am talking to you as a friend." He sighed deeply and looked at a picture of his wife and children. "Elizabeth, you need to learn how to separate yourself from the job. You need to take a break before you burnout. You are too good an agent for me to lose. Turner will take over your cases until you return. I need your badge and gun."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and handed her shield and gun. "Sir what do you suggest I do?" Elizabeth asked. "I have wanted this my whole life. This isn't fair."
"No it isn't, and don't think this has anything to do with your father." Elizabeth moaned. Her father, the President's top legal council.
"It does though, he called you…"
"I'm sorry Elizabeth. He wants you to take a break." Matt said. "It's out of my hands."
"So it was bull all of it?"
"No, you screwed up, I don't think a suspension was in order. Take the time, reprioritize yourself." Matt stood up and shook her hand. "Take it easy Elizabeth."
"I'll try." Elizabeth clenched her fists tightly as she entered her office.
"Whoa, what happened to you?" Will asked as he approached with a folder.
"I'm on suspension."
"Suspension? For that? Why?" Will joked as he walked into her office and closed the door. "What's going on?"
"I'm out for three weeks, per Daddy." Elizabeth muttered. "I am tired of him."
"He saw the news Elizabeth, everyone saw you dangle from that building." Will said concerned. "You got hurt." He pointed at her shoulder. "But to force Matt to suspend you…it's a bit…well…"
"Well, I am glad I am the source of everyone's amusement." Elizabeth reached into her desk and took out her purse. "I'm going home."
"I'll give you a call later."
"Don't bother." Elizabeth burst out the door, she was tired and aggravated, she wanted to cry, she wanted to just disappear…anything than be who she was.