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Will woke up the next morning to see that Jack was still passed out on the floor.
"You are so lucky we weren't called in last night for anything," Will muttered in his direction.
Leaving him there, he decided to go out and get some breakfast at a local diner. He walked in to find Ana at the hostess station and the minute she saw him she shrieked.
"Where is my husband?"
Will flinched as though attacked. "Passed out on my kitchen floor," he said.
He saw that Ana tried to stay calm but was failing miserably at it.
"Just you then I assume," she said grabbing a menu.
Will nodded for fear of saying anything to the woman at a time like this.
"Follow me." She led him to a table around the side and put it on the table.
As she walked away, he heard her mutter about calling his house to wake the "useless shit."
"How they're still together I'll never know," Will muttered as he looked down at the menu.
So many choices. Someone walked up to his table and placed a cup of coffee on it. He looked up and was surprised to find that it was in fact Elizabeth who was his waitress.
"Good morning Officer Turner," she said with a wink.
"Miss Swann," he said back with a nod and a smirk.
The two of them stared at each other for a moment until Elizabeth remembered what she had to do. "What're you having this morning, I mean, What can I get you sir?"
"Eggs and hash browns please."
"Would you like toast as well?"
"No thank you."
She nodded and took his menu away before disappearing into the kitchen.
Elizabeth heard some shouting and she turned to see Ana on the phone with someone.
"I swear to you Jack Sparrow that the next time I hear you got drunk and passed out I'm changing all the locks in the house so you can't get in."
Wow, and this was only her second day here. Ana took a few calming breaths before going back to her station.
I've got to learn to be more like her, Elizabeth thought as she put the order in. It was ready only a few minutes later so she brought it out to him.
"Here you go."
"Thank you."
Elizabeth walked to the back of the restaurant to take a look around. Will, she noted, was having a bit of a hard time with the ketchup bottle. He kept pounding the back of it and then looked into the little hole where it was supposed to come out of before going back to the pounding.
Not being able to take it anymore, Elizabeth walked over and patted the side of the bottle for him. Slowly but surely, the ketchup began to come out. Will looked up at her with thanks in his eyes and she just shrugged and walked away again.
Then she suddenly remembered something and ran back over again.
"I know you're not on duty," she said.
The fork was halfway to his mouth and it stopped.
"But I got a weird phone call last night that I should probably tell you about."
Will put his fork down (and it still had hash browns on it) and folded his arms to prove he was listening.
She told him all about how there was no answer and heavy breathing.
"Maybe we should track your calls for a little while. I'll stop by the station on my way home and tell them about it."
"You will, thanks."
She would've hugged him if not for the fact that the manager came from the kitchen looking for her.
"I've got to get back to work," she said giving him his check.
She quickly scribbled down her number on a napkin and handed it to him.
"Call me if you find anything."
And with that she disappeared.
Will entered his now empty house, collapsed onto the couch and turned on the television.
"So many channels and not a thing on."
While he flipped through them, his mind subconsciously went to Miss Swann, Elizabeth he corrected himself again, and her case. It's only been two days but there was no lead. He'd asked her a lot of questions but nothing seemed to point to anyone. Scratching his wrist idly, he couldn't stop thinking about her personally. Elizabeth was a very beautiful, young woman.
"Just like Lily."
He leaned back in his seat, put his head against the wall behind him and closed his eyes. I need a distraction. The phone rang and he reached over to answer it. "Hello?"
"Will, its Jack."
"Ah, awake I see."
"Obviously since I'm not lying on your damn kitchen floor anymore. No, I called to ask if you could stop by Elizabeth's house later on today. Check up on her you know."
"Why?"
"Because I'm busy."
Will thought it over before finally sighing and answering. "Alright, I'll stop by later on."
"Wonderful; tell me how it goes."
Will hung up and turned off the television before just staring at the blank screen.
Elizabeth grabbed her mail from the box and ran upstairs without looking at it. She threw it onto the table before running to the computer and beginning to type.
Typing and typing and typing till the idea ran out.
Reading over it, Elizabeth nodded because she was pleased when there was suddenly a knock on the door. Grabbing her newest weapon, a shoe, Elizabeth went over to the door.
"Who's there?" she asked looking out the peephole.
"It's Will."
She dropped the shoe and opened it for him. "Well Officer Turner; to what do I owe this pleasure?"
He held up two paper bags. "I brought food."
"You didn't have to do that," she said moving aside to allow him to come in.
Taking a look around, Will noticed that the majority of her things had been cleaned up. He put the bags on the table and began to remove some cartons of Chinese, some burgers and even some Thai food. "I wasn't sure of what you liked so I brought a variety."
"Really, you didn't have to."
She began to help him and their hands touched for a moment before they removed them.
"This is a lot of food," Elizabeth said trying to make conversation.
"I didn't know what you wanted," Will said again with a shrug. The tension was so thick you almost had to slice it with a knife.
The phone rang and Elizabeth excused herself to go answer it. "Hello. Oh, hi Dad."
Will motioned to the food and Elizabeth waved her hand telling him he could eat. He grabbed a carton of Chinese food and began to eat while looking through her mail. He knew he shouldn't but it was right there in front of him. There was one plain white envelope that caught his attention.
"Sorry that was just my Dad," Elizabeth said coming back into the room.
She caught sight of Will looking at the envelope and he showed it to her. She took it, looked at him once and then opened it. Will got up and looked over her shoulder to see it as well.
"I See You," they both muttered under their breath.
Elizabeth looked fearfully to Will and he looked around the room.
"Where could they be looking from though?" she asked.
What doesn't fit in, Will thought to himself. He looked at everything from her desk, to her shelves, to her bedroom. What could he do now? Then his eyes caught sight of the window.
There was an apartment directly across from hers.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yeah," she said coming into the room.
"Do you know who lives there? Have you ever seen anyone?"
"No," she said horrified.
Will thought it over for a moment. "I've got an idea."
"What?"
"Why don't you spend the night at my place? You know, so I can keep you safe and all that."
Elizabeth looked at him in slight shock before nodding. "Alright; let me just grab a few things and we can go."
