A/N: ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

"Yeah, the body was found sometime last night. Time of death, difficult to say, its cold, I can't make a reasonable estimation." The Medical Examiner said to Will. "The guy was beaten pretty bad…"

"Will, this is the same M.O." John Clayton, Will's partner said. "Jesus Christ, what does this make, eight?" At six foot six, John Clayton was a powerhouse, taller than Will, but as gentle as a teddy bear. However, Will knew never to push those buttons.

"Eight women. We can't go to the press, there'll be a frenzy." Will and John huddled over the body. The woman was mutilated, there was no easier way of describing it. Her body was ripped to shreds.

"There is a long cut…from her juglular notch, all the way to her pelvis…almost like she were gutted." The M.E said. "It's perfect, right along the mid sagittal plane. My guess gentlemen is that whoever is doing this is a professional. Definitely training involved…"

"Why do you say that doc?" John asked.

"In my opinion, this is the longest most painful death I could think of. He looks to make these girls suffer."

Will took in a deep breath of air. Eight women, all killed in the same manner, no connection among any of them.

"Alright, when you get toxicology let me know, call me on my cell phone. I'm headed home." Will said.

"Sure thing." The M.E continued examining the corpse as Will and John walked away.

"Take the weekend to relax. Will, you look sick."

"Everyone's been saying that lately."

"Elizabeth?"

"Yeah, she said something last night."

"Well, my suggestion, enjoy the time with your wife, this case is stressing you out." Will nodded and walked away, tired.

Will got behind the wheel of his truck and stared ahead. Home was not a place he was looking forward to.

WEWEWEWEWEWEWE

"What's this?" Will asked with a smirk on his face as he saw the entire living room lit with candles.

"Well…" Elizabeth said wearing a black laced teddy. "You seem rather stressed out this morning." Elizabeth then grabbed Will's tie. "You need some sort of outlet to release it."

"Meaning sex?"

"Sure, why not?" Elizabeth pushed Will down on the sofa and sat on his lap, straddling him.

"Well, there are other ways." Will said as Elizabeth began to undress him.

"Sure there are, but I find this more fulfilling for the both of us."

"I agree." Will helped Elizabeth pull the shirt he wore off him, and as Elizabeth worked on his pants, he worked on the teddy.

Will realized as he picked Elizabeth up, her legs still wrapped around him, that they weren't going to make it to their bedroom. "Will wait…" Elizabeth said breathlessly. Will stopped and looked at her.

"What?"

"Hannah's crying…" Elizabeth tore away from his arms and grabbed his rumpled shirt off the floor and put it on.

Will watched Elizabeth climb the stairs. He sat down on the sofa and ran his fingers through his hair. He grabbed his pants and put them back on.

"Will, call the doctor." Will stood up when Elizabeth came down the stairs with Hannah in her arms.

"Why?"

"She's running a fever." Elizabeth said as she kissed Hannah's head. "The number is on the fridge."

WEWEWEWEWE

"Thank you Doctor Brewster…" Elizabeth hung up the phone. "Nothing to worry about, just some Tylenol…" Elizabeth said as she cradled Hannah.

"Good, I was worried." Will said as he looked at his daughter and touched her forehead.

"I'm going to put her to bed…" Elizabeth said as she went upstairs.

Will blew out the candles in the living room and picked up his and Elizabeth's clothes off the living room floor. He slowly climbed the stairs as his body ached, thank God it was Friday night, the weekend relaxation was about to begin.

When he finally reached the bedroom, he saw Elizabeth pulling out a nightgown. "Will I'm going to stay up tonight, I want to keep an eye on Hannah." Elizabeth noticed his disappointment. "I'm sorry."

"No, no problem." Will shrugged his shoulders.

Will watched her walk away. He hated keeping this from her, hated the fact that he couldn't tell his wife, the mother of his child that he was scared, that he didn't know how to be a father, that he didn't know how to love his own daughter. The case he was investigating was beginning to wear him down, the eight woman, Elizabeth, or even his own daughter could be victims…

(A/N) Will is having a whole bunch of conflicts that will begin to wind down…you'll see…