(A/N) Okay the reviews are kind of lacking here…but I expected it since JE fics aren't that popular…but I like them…hehe. Anyhow, I am glad people like this fic, believe me as a writer it is a lot easier to write a plane ride than a boat trip from island to island! LOL Let me know if everyone is in character, and if not, criticize! Let me know so I can make this better!

Thanks Again!

Disclaimer: I do not own potc!

As Elizabeth stepped out of the gym, her cell phone rang. "Agent Swann."

"Jesus Elizabeth, I hate when you answer the phone like that." It was her father, anger was radiating from her.

"Like what Dad? Like it's my job. I know what you pulled today, and I am really angry."

"Please Elizabeth you know it isn't right. You should have listened to me and become a lawyer."

"Why? I did what made me happy." Elizabeth's eyes welled with tears. He always made her feel this way.

"Elizabeth, you would be safer…"

"Dad, listen I've got to go, I have things to do." Elizabeth said as she slipped inside her Explorer. "Bye." She didn't wait for a response, she hung up her phone and started her truck. She waited as the truck warmed up on the cold December night. Her phone rang again.

"Hello?" Elizabeth no longer felt the need to be formal, as of this moment she wasn't an agent.

"Why are you crying?" Elizabeth's head shot up and looked around the almost empty parking lot.

"Where are you?" Elizabeth asked.

"You didn't answer my question." Jack laughed into the phone.

"Why do you care?"

"You keep me on my toes." Jack said. "Know how much I got yesterday?"

"One point eight million. Not bad Jack."

"No, not at all."

"How did you get my number?"

"Electronics."

"Alright then, what do you want?" Elizabeth said as she rolled her eyes.

She heard him hesitate an answer. "I need you."

"What?" Elizabeth nearly dropped her phone.

"Well, let's just say there are bigger things, bigger than me and you working here."

Elizabeth scanned the parking lot once more before she pulled away. "I don't aid criminals."

"No, but you do have the taste for it."

"I'm hanging up." Elizabeth pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up. She knew if he really and truly needed something from her, he would show his face, and that would almost be too good.

As Elizabeth pulled in front of her apartment she made sure she hadn't been followed. She stepped inside her apartment and put her dry cleaning down in the kitchen. She stared at her phone for a while, before deciding not to call Will, no, she didn't want the bureau, not now.

Elizabeth walked to her bedroom and began peeling off her sweaty clothes and flipped on the shower. Elizabeth stepped into the steaming shower at let the water trickle down her back, the hot water did wonders for her, it helped her aching muscles and cleared her mind.

Elizabeth stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a nightgown, cotton, it would keep her warm. She then dried her hair, brushed her teeth, and nearly got into bed when her cell phone rung again. "What?" Elizabeth asked.

"How can you pick up a phone so hostile?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sat up in bed.

"Jack, I am not going to help you, go away, rob another bank."

"Why?"

"Because I have been suspended because of you."

"Daddy see you on TV I wager."

"Yes, Daddy did." Elizabeth rolled her eyes again.

"He helped with the FBI thing huh?"

"I'm hanging up." Elizabeth hung up the phone again. She smiled, she was not about to let him control her.

"That isn't nice, hanging up on me like that." He said as he leaned against the frame of her bedroom door. Elizabeth jumped and reached for a gun across the bed to the other nightstand, she always slept beside it.

"No, no…" Jack ran and pinned her to the bed. "No guns, no knives, no dead people."

Elizabeth looked up at him. He was straddling her, pinning her down, and she realized he had a whole lot of leverage. "Get off."

"Now, why would I do that?" He glanced down to her belly, her nightgown was lifting and he could see her white panties.

"Because if you don't I will kill you." Jack rolled off her. "Now what is so urgent that you need my help, of all people?"

"A trade, bargain…"

"This better be good."

"I give you the names, the ins and outs of the business…you help me."

"So you let me in your world, I get names, so I can haul them in and arrest them, and I help you. What's in it for you?"

"My life." Elizabeth sat up with interest.

"What toes have you stepped on?"

"Do you know James Norrington?"

Elizabeth froze for a moment, she had waited for that name to surface for so very long. "I think every agent does. He is a major arts dealer, dirty, but we can never prove any of the…dirt. How did you get tangled with him?"

"I stole one of his paintings…"

"Which one?" Elizabeth was afraid to ask.

"The Monet."

Elizabeth nearly fainted. "You're in big trouble."

"So will you help?"

"What is it I have to do?" Elizabeth saw his eyebrows go up. "I haven't said yes yet."

"I have no partners…I need someone to watch my back, with your connections…I thought…"

"I am the only person you trust? A FBI agent?"

"Sad isn't it?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

"Very." Elizabeth stood up and began pacing. "I am going to lose everything I have ever worked for."

"But you like me."

"I will be hunted just like you."

"But you can't resist me."

"I will learn so much." Elizabeth's mind raced. She always wanted Norrington, wanted to bring him down, the bastard.

"Charming, good looking, gorgeous, smart, cunning, devilishly handsome…"

"Yes." Elizabeth turned to face him. "I will help you."

"Well, now that's a surprise." Jack stood up. "You have ten minutes to pack…the plane leaves in thirty."