Tricking the Devil

Prologue: A Grand Get Away

Hello again (dodges all manor of objects flung) Yes it is another J/E fic and I don't care what you think (dodges the rotten fruit thrown). I happen to think they would have made a better couple then W/E but that's just me…

Before I end this rant and let you read my failed attempt of a writing I am looking for a beta for this fic. If you are interested in helping please let me know…

Anyway please enjoy and review

Who ever said Crime doesn't pay never met Con Artist Capt. Jack Sparrow and Identity Thief Elizabeth Swann… together these two could charm the devil out of his soul but robbing from Hector Barbossa is never a good idea.

It was a chilly October morning; winds whipped harshly and stirred anyone or anything in its path. Thick, bulgy silver-grey clouds took over the sky bringing with them a promise of much rain. However, this bleak weather would not stop Detective James Norrington from enjoying a monumental moment of his career. Nor would the weather stop the crowds of reporters and civilians from gathering in front of the main entrance of the small police station of a Paris precinct.

Detective Norrington watched as several uniformed officers kept the ever growing crowd from becoming too rowdy and blocking the front entrance to the police station from persistent reporters. Norington also watched as some of the more lucid reporters took places closest to the stairs where he stood in stony silence. The many reporters were busily testing out their equipment, receiving orders from their various stations to perform or just primping their faces to perfection.

Norrington checked his watch, only a little bit longer, he thought gleefully. Norrington returned his attention to the scene before him.

The crowd that stood behind the reporters and police were energetic at best. Most of the crowd was young and some wore clothes that most mothers of the world would highly disapprove of; chains, mini skirts, baggy and/or ripped pants, multi-colored hair and piercings in other places then ears, tattoos and an array of leather coats. Some of the crowd wore more formal clothes consisting of T-shirts and jeans; most of the former dressed also wore glasses and carried laptops. They were busily typing away or talking with people of the leather clad group.

All in all, the entrance way into the police station was a buzz with excitement. Had a person passed who did not know what the gathering was for, they might have surmised a famous celebrity was to arrive; that person would have been half right.

Detective Norrington's emerald colored eyes lit up the way a child's does on Christmas morning. A black police van pulled up to the front of the station, the crowd stirred restlessly and the reporters shot off in different directions. Some took shots of the van, others of Detective Norrington and his smug look; other reporters took focus on the crowd, all the while shouting questions to the people and to Norrington. The energy had turned chaotic, Norrington was slightly disgusted.

Detective Norrington walked down the front steps with confidence followed by four other offices in the regulation blue and black police uniforms. Pushing back the reporters all five of them walked proudly to the parked van.

Two of the officers stood in front of the van's rear doors, taking out their issued guns and took an aiming stance. Detective Norrington stood imposing between the two aiming officers. The other two each flanked a rear doors, nodded to each other slightly and in a dramatic movement opened the doors.

Detective Norrinton stepped closer to the van; his eyes had now become vacant of the excited gleam.

Inside the back of the van was a chubby officer know as Mullroy, handcuffed and gagged. Reporters instantly began to imform this news to the masses watching at home.

Mullroy's eyes kept going back and forth to the front of the van, while mumbling something unintelligible words to the ever eager for a story press and to Norrington.

Norrington understanding the meaning of Mullroy's eye signal quickly pushed his way past the cameramen and photographers to the driver's side of the van. Detective Norringtons' eyes narrowed and his breathing quickened.

The driver was a skinny long haired man known as Murrtog. He was also gagged and his hands were handcuffed to the steering wheel which although held him in place allowed him to drive.

Detective Norrington noticed that Murrtog's head bobbing up and down to his own blue police shirt; a note had been pinned to the pocket. Detective Norrington felt a familiar rage begin to boil with him.

With more force then what was necessary Norrington opened the driver side door and ripped the note from Murrtog's shirt with out ceremony. Norrington's hands began to shake with repressed anger.

There were two types of writing on the note. One was a slightly drunken scrawl the other of elegant penmanship. The drunken scrawl appeared first.

Dear Norrington,

Thought you had us didn't you mate?

I bet you had a nice cell waiting for us, sorry to disappoint you (though not really). Myself and the lady decided to go someplace nicer for our holidays…oh and thank you for getting us back into Paris, would of have a hard time of it by our selves.

The second writing appeared.

James, we wish you the best of luck, and hope that when and if we return to Paris, the next chase will be as fun as this one was. By the way sorry for killing you on paper must have been hard to bring you back. Look to the mail from time to time.

Nice try mate/Till next time,

CJS/ES

Reporters scrambled around Detective Norrington to get a shot of the letter, others went for shots of the gagged officers who were still not yet untied and some took pictures of the civilian crowed who had become rowdy and were cheering at another grand escape of Captain Jack Sparrow and his girlfriend Elizabeth Swann.

All the while Norrington could only think how he had wasted a year and a half of his life only to have Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann escape again. It was quite amazing how time flew when those two criminals were around. After punching the side of the driver door and leaving a dent, Detective Norrington fought his way to the police station and to his office ignoring the questions of anyone who asked them.

He had a lot to think about.

However, while Detective Norrington and the crowd had been gathering and waiting for their supposed arrival two things had happen.

First Captain Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann had cleared out a few accounts of a local Paris Bank and put the money safely into a Swiss account. Second they had gotten a make over to hide their famous faces while they were on a flight to the Caribbean. At the moment the two were in first class drinking some champagne (much to Jack's displeasure) watching some sappy romantic movie that makes the male species of the earth want to sleep. Although Elizabeth was far from sleepy as she watched.

The moment of the meeting between the two 'soul mates' Elizabeth turned to Jack; a look of contentment over her features.

"Jack, do you remember how we met?" Elizabeth asked Jack and Jack who was trying to sip the champagne without making a face at it turned to her for a second before giving her an answer.

"Course I do woman!" Jack started to gulp down the drink. Elizabeth eyed him suspiciously.

"Then how and where did we meet Jack?" She sat up straight and crossed her arms over her chest. Jack looked out the window and shrunk a bit in his seat avoiding Elizabeth's stare. Elizabeth turned her attention back to the movie and Jack smirked slightly, he knew when and where they met he was just playing with her. At the moment he was reliving the entire thing in his off-balanced mind.

And here is where it all starts.