A/N: ENJOY

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

"This is from Michael." George handed Elizabeth a tape as she sat by her piano.

"Lyrics…"

"Yup, and he wants your piano. His exact words were, 'Exciting thunder…', whatever the hell that's supposed to mean." George said as he gave Elizabeth a small device to play the tape.

"Okay." Elizabeth said with a giggle.

"Who is Michael?" Jack asked as he walked into the living room. After a month, Jack was on his feet and out of Elizabeth's house. Now it was just George and Elizabeth.

"Michael Buble." Elizabeth said.

"Who?"

"Not your type of music Jack."

"Shucks." Jack smirked. "Listen, Will wanted me to tell you to meet him down at the docks tonight."

"Tonight?" Elizabeth said with a raised brow.

"Yes. Other than that, I have no information." Elizabeth stared at him. "Of course, it seems more pleasure than business."

"Go away Jack."

"I'm gone." Jack walked out of her home.

"I'm shoving off." George said as he pulled his duffel over his shoulder. "I've got to meet with some of the big wigs, make us some money. I'll be back in a few days" George kissed her on the cheek and left her to Buble.

When Elizabeth worked, she liked to be alone. She loved to feel the keys…soon she would hear a masterpiece.

Elizabeth listened to the tape twice, listening to the lyrics flow…slowly her fingers came to life. The song would be loud and thunderous…yet, Elizabeth heard a bit of vulnerability in a song that spoke so much of pain and heartache.

Much like her relationship with Will. There was so much pain there, so much anger and hostility, yet, he was her vulnerability…she still loved him, she still wanted him. If she could get past this barrier, this wall she put up she could move on with him, but the wall was thick, the thunder loud, the lightening bright.

The song thundered on, the sound billowing out of the grand piano that sat in the front portion of the living area. Elizabeth fingers were flying over the keys as a bead of sweat trickled down her neck to the middle of her chest.

WEWEWE

Dear God, she looks beautiful when she's working…

This time he couldn't resist he had to touch her.

WEWEWE

By the time Elizabeth had stopped for a break she had seen that three hours had gone by. Elizabeth sat up on the bench and stretched. She was thirsty and she was achy, she only had a few more hours until she had to meet Will.

"Please don't stop playing." Elizabeth froze. "I think you are the most beautiful when you play." Elizabeth could hear him behind her. "Play." He demanded.

"No." Elizabeth didn't move. He walked closer to her and grabbed her wrists, picking them up and slamming them on the keys, having them make a loud rumble.

"Play."

"No!" He grabbed her by her hair and wretched her head back…she still couldn't see his face.

"Play Elizabeth…or you'll be sorry." Elizabeth knew she was in hot water.

"If you let me go…I'll play." He slowly let her go. Elizabeth placed her fingers on the keys. She could still feel him behind her…while she drummed out the keys, she suddenly clenched her fists and gave the bastard a good wallop upside his head.

Elizabeth took off for the door. She heard him scream her name as he dove at her. Elizabeth screamed in agony as she tried to fight him off. He picked her up by her shirt and flung her up against a wall and held her there, choking the life out of her. "Why couldn't you just play?" He squeezed so tightly her vision was blurring.

She felt a sharp burning in her abdomen. She looked down and saw blood. "This is punishment Elizabeth. You have to pay…you were bad." He then released her throat and brought his lips to her ear. "Be a good girl Elizabeth, because I love you so much I would hate to have to do this to you again." His hands were all over her body, grabbing her breasts, everywhere…

Elizabeth thought she was going to be raped…as the sick perverted bastard felt her up…no, she couldn't let this happen to her. He suddenly stopped touching her and smacked her in the mouth…apparently, her punishment wasn't over.

WEWEWE

Will waited by the docks. She was late. Elizabeth was never late for anything, she was a very punctual and to the point person. Will checked his watch, almost forty five minutes late, perhaps she was paying him back for the time he stood her up. No, something told him that something was wrong.

Will pulled out his cell phone and dialed her home. It rang and rang, no answer. Will was growing more and more weary with each passing moment. He dialed her number again, this time letting it ring until he got her answering machine. "Elizabeth, it's Will. I'm by the docks, it's getting late, and I was wondering if you were okay…please give me a call…bye."

Will hung up and dialed Jack's number. "Jack, it's Will."

"What's going on?"

"Have you seen Elizabeth today?"

"Not since this morning. Why?"

"She hasn't shown up yet. It's not like her."

"No it isn't."

"Isn't George there? I mean…"

"George is back in New York."

"What?" Will started walking towards his truck.

"He left. There was a couple of meetings that were scheduled that he couldn't get out of concerning Elizabeth and her music, so he went."

"Alright, I'm going over her house now. Something is not right."

"Want me to meet you there?"

"No, stay home, I'll call you when I find out anything." Will hung up just as he kicked over the engine in his truck. He blazed the sirens and took off.

WEWEWE

Will pulled up to Elizabeth's home in a fury. The lights were off, and it appeared that no one was home…that was until Will looked at the front door which was wide open.

Will walked up the porch steps and pulled out his SIG Sauer and held it down by his thigh. "Elizabeth?" He called into the screen door.

He pushed open the screen door and saw the complete and utter chaos. Tables were over turned, vases smashed, the sofa was in ruins. Will could not believe it, someone was in here…

"Elizabeth!" Will hollered loudly. Will then pulled out his radio and called in all units to her address. He searched the main floor…and before he made his ascent to the second floor, he saw the blood…the fingernail marks on the paneling as she tried to stop…

Will bolted up the stairs and burst through her bedroom door. She was lying in bed her arms crossed in front of her…blood spattered her clothes and her hair.

"Elizabeth!" Will rushed to her side and felt her pulse, weak, very weak. Will could hear the sirens in the background. "Elizabeth, I should have paid more attention…" He looked at the cuts and scrapes, and didn't even know where to start. She was savagely beaten, perhaps even raped. Will hoped this wasn't the case…

WEWEWWE

He hated being so mean, so rough with her but he had to…she had to be punished…soon enough he would visit her again…then she would see…she would know it all…

AN: A major cliffy…hehe