(A/N) Alright, I am going to write one more fic after this one, it's going to go back to the time of the movie, since I have been in the modern time for such a long time now. I just want you guys to give me something to write about, I have 15 fic's (I think) and I have written about nearly everything. Anything you are looking for that aren't on the boards now, which after looking at them is weird…Jack and Ashley, Jack and Tiffany, Holy Crap! Just let me know what you all want! I'll let you know during my next update what storyline I will go with.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

"Mark, just be sure there aren't any reporters hanging around the front gate." Elizabeth said as she picked up her briefcase. Mark James was the head of her father's security, and in being the Governor's daughter, he also dealt with hers. "If this case begins to head south, the most important thing is Hannah."

"That's pretty obvious Elizabeth." Not, Mrs. Turner, when it came to Mark, he was a good and close friend, one she had since she could remember.

"Good. Will and I are leaving for the station…we'll be back in a few hours." Elizabeth then turned and found Will waiting by the front door.

"Everything all set?" He asked as he opened the door for her.

"Yes, the security is in place. No one has forgotten James Norrington and what he has done to me, nor to you. Reporters will be lethal, so we have to be careful."

"That's my motto…careful."

"It's a decent one…"

"What could be better?" Will asked as they climbed into the waiting limo.

"Let's just get home in one piece to our daughter." Will glanced over at her and saw her body was rigid. Will took her hand in his and squeezed it.

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"I want to see my client now Captain Washburn." Elizabeth said with an authoritative tone.

"He is being interviewed by our finest." Washburn glanced behind Elizabeth and looked at Will. "They are the best. Besides he hasn't lawyered up yet."

Elizabeth looked into the interrogation room. Will, as well as John were interviewing him. Will looked up at John, and both realized that they weren't going to get anything out of them…he had asked for a lawyer…that was Elizabeth's cue.

"I will go inform them that they aren't needed anymore." Elizabeth pushed past Captain Washburn and walked right into the interrogation room. Will and John were leaning over a man that she didn't think, for appearances only, could pass as a serial killer, but then again, what did she know.

"Sorry gentlemen this interrogation is over." Will had told John that Elizabeth was handling the defense.

Elizabeth waited for them to leave. "Mister Duncan, I am Elizabeth Turner, and I have been assigned to your case."

Lewis Duncan looked up and Elizabeth and stared at her. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

"Then tell me Mister Duncan, what is it that I am getting myself into?"

"Something you don't want to drag your daughter into." Elizabeth jumped back from the table.

"What did you say?" Elizabeth asked as she set down her briefcase.

"You heard me. This thing goes beyond me, you, your husband…"

"What are you trying to tell me?" Elizabeth asked, so scared she though she may throw up.

"Everything isn't what it appears to be. Mrs. Turner, I suggest you get out while you can."

"What have you gotten yourself into?" Elizabeth sat down, the danger wasn't from Lewis, it was from the forces outside of this case he could not control.

"Have you read into my past?"

"Not yet, I just got to Boston."

"Look, you'll have better questions the next time I see you."

"I have one now…" Elizabeth looked directly into his eyes. "How big are we talking? How high up does this go?"

"To the top." Elizabeth sat back in the chair.

"I am fully capable of handling this case…now do you think I can handle it?" Elizabeth asked.

"Sure, I'm just warning you." He shrugged his slim shoulders. Looking at Lewis Duncan you couldn't think he would have a mean bone in his body. He was very slim, not looking like he had a muscle in his body, his dirty blonde hair was thick, as his brown eyes were dark. When the officers came in to take him away, she saw he wasn't tall at all, maybe five eight, no more than that.

Elizabeth stood up and walked out of the room. "Captain Washburn, I suggest the next time I come here to speak with my client, you had better let me see him, otherwise I'll have you removed from this case, and my line of sight." Elizabeth walked away and saw Will sitting in a desk.

"Have you spoken to the Commissioner?" Elizabeth asked as she sat on the corner of the desk.

"Yes, this is my command post. It looks like I'll be spending the night here…you'll see me at the bail hearing tomorrow anyway."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Elizabeth leaned over and kissed him.

"This is really a shame." Will said before he pulled her back and kissed her again. "I'll defiantly be home tomorrow."

"Good." Elizabeth got up.

"Give Hannah a kiss for me."

"I'll give her two." Elizabeth sighed and walked away.

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Elizabeth felt better after her shower, but not any less worried. She threw on a track suit and went into Hannah's nursery. "Hey sweetie…" Elizabeth saw she was awake. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to give you your bottle…but I think Maria did a good job. I've known Maria for a long time, she took care of me after my mom died." Elizabeth stopped herself. "Well, I promise, your daddy and I will be home earlier tomorrow, and we will spend a lot more time together." Elizabeth smiled and saw Hannah was asleep.

Elizabeth kissed Hannah goodnight and walked over to her father's study. Will was going to be working all night, and Elizabeth found she'd be doing to same thing.

"Okay Lewis…let's see what you've got…" Elizabeth opened a file and began reading. An extensive military record stared back at her. Born and raised in Boston, he grew up on the streets, got horrible grades, and was thrown in juvenile hall more times than Elizabeth could think humanly possible. Elizabeth then saw a note…West Point…

Elizabeth leaned back in the chair. West Point was the elite school, how did a boy with such a horrendous background get into the Point? It was signed by Senator Faulkner, he was senior Senator of Massachusetts.

Slowly things began to form in Elizabeth's mind, eight woman slain, all somehow connected to Duncan, however, nothing was as it seemed…she was looking at a Government conspiracy.

(A/N) Ahh…its going to get mighty tricky from here on out…and it goes to the top…just how high?