A/N: I'm sorry this chapter took so long, and that it's so short. The next one will be much longer. Also, I'll try and write you an e-mail reply if you reviewed the A/N-chapter. Thanks, once again, to everyone reading!
Elizabeth and Jack stared at each other for a very long time, each thinking very hard. Elizabeth sighed to herself as she tried desperately to hold Jack's gaze. She wanted something to drink. Something strong.
Before she could make the suggestion, Jack reached up and turned off the light, muttering breathily: "Goodnight, Liz,"
She raised an eyebrow. That was it? It was just... ending? How peculiar that Jack, King of Everything, was just going to end this crazed conversation by going to sleep. It made her wonder what he was up to.
"Goodnight, Jack," she said quietly, slowly laying back down on the bed.
I think it's that he's not sure how to answer, she thought to herself. I don't think he knows what to say without giving something away that he doesn't want to. That's very odd. He always seems to know what he's doing.
Stupidstupidstupid girls and their stupidstupidstupid need to say moronic things that make people like me confused! Jack thought to himself, staring blankly up at the dark ceiling. They could just keep their mouths shut. They could completely ignore anything they thought they were supposed to say, and then men would like them one flip of a lot more. 'Heavens, Jack, one would almost think you didn't want me to leave. Heavens, Jack...'... By the time I'm done throttling the girl, she'll be in heaven!
His eye twitched. Excessive amounts of anger seemed to make it do that.
Right. Well, at least I have two things to look forward to: That meeting with Toxic tomorrow, and then the search for new identities. I'm sure there's an ID peddler around here who deserves to have some frustration taken out on him...
Will landed in Las Vegas with a very big smile on his face. A steward on his flight had said that he remembered Egan and Victoria Mitchell, because they were seated near the back of the aircraft and kept whispering back and forth. The man had said it seemed strange, because everyone else was speaking in normal tones.
Will had reasoned that kidnap would be a good reason to whisper -- especially if one had an English accent and might be on the run from the UK's police. He was most definitely winning.
The next thing he did was call several hotels and ask for Egan and Victoria Mitchell's room. He finally found them at Caesar's Palace hotel and casino where they were in room 358.
He was so winning.
He took a cab to Caesar's Palace, and stood outside it with awe on his face. He was nearly there. He had almost recovered his first missing person. And he wasn't even a cop! But just as he decided to go inside, his cell-phone rang.
"Hello?" he said nervously.
"Turner? Where in the world are you? You haven't been into the office in four days, I've tried calling your house, but to no avail..."
Will recognized the annoyed tone immediately -- it was Norrington. He smiled to himself as he once again entertained the thought that he was very much ahead of his "important" friend. "Norrington," he said cheerfully, taking his blue gel-pen out of his pocket and twirling it in his fingers. "I'm actually in... er... Dublin. No... No, a very good friend of mine is sick. He's got... ehm... diphtheria. He's in an isolation chamber at the hospital, and I've come to say hello to him."
"Is that so?"
"Er... yes."
"Well, alright then. Make sure to be back at work as soon as you possibly can... by the by, did you see my badge anywhere before you left? It seems to be missing..."
Will smiled at the thought of the silver badge clipped inside his wallet.
"Nope. Didn't see it anywhere,"