(A/N) Alright I know I am getting more hits than reviews! I got sixty hits and only four reviews! Come on you closet JE fans! Let your voice be heard! LOL Thank you everyone who did review, I haven't posted in a while so I am not sure how to do that private review thingy, but once I figure that out I will give you a hearty e-mail handshake! LOL

Anywho, Jack's age is a bit of an interesting topic. For the sake of this fic, let's just say he is closer to Elizabeth's age, than he was in the movie. This fic has several of my favorite topics in it, besides Pirates. Boston, my lovely hometown, and the FBI, political stuff is really a love of mine. You have to love the political game if you grow up in Massachusetts!

Enjoy the Chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own POTC!

The private jet was on the runway. Elizabeth held her duffel bag close to her as she kept her stride close to Jack's. Before she left the house she grabbed a pair of jeans and a white blouse, she needed to be comfortable, she had a feeling this task would be…dangerous.

"Let me do the talking." Jack said as they sat down on the plane and buckled up.

"Why? You need my help remember?" Elizabeth smirked.

"Yes, but you don't know Norrington." Jack then looked at her, almost through her. "You know the technicalities?"

"What?" Elizabeth asked.

"The technicalities involved, you could rob a bank if you wanted to. You know the technology, you know how to use it."

"Yes but…"

"Good." Jack leaned back in his chair. Elizabeth had no idea what she had done, but this had grown personal, in more ways than one. Jack was an adversary, no more, it was fun and annoying, their game, but Norrington was the reason she joined the FBI, and not had listened to her father and became a lawyer. Elizabeth knew Norrington was involved in her mother's death, although her father tried to hide it, she knew, she was there, she remembered his face.

"Where are we going?" Elizabeth asked, shaking out of her daydream.

"Boston."

"Why?"

"Norrington set up the meeting there."

"Why Boston?"

"Lovely Museum, the Museum of Fine Arts…have some things that spark his interest so he hired me."

"Wait…if you're in trouble…" Elizabeth thought this was a bit backwards.

"I owe him because I stole his painting…he said if I couldn't pull off these little assignments, I would be dead. If you can arrest him, send him to jail…something…" Elizabeth looked into his eyes, normally mischief was ridden all over them, but tonight it was fear.

"Alright…I will get him off your back…"

"By the way, I told him you were my wife."

"What!" Elizabeth shouted. "Never mind Norrington, I'll kill you."

"Come on honey, you know this is going to be fun…besides the fact that I may die, but to work with one of the greats…how can you pass that up?"

"I protect the citizens of the United States, not you."

"But is it as fulfilling as you thought…"

"No."

"Why? This question always boggled my mind, why did you become an agent? Your father is the President's legal counsel."

"Because I had bigger fish to fry." Elizabeth replied coldly.

"I see. So what does Norrington have to do with it?"

Elizabeth stilled. "Everything."

"Alright, care to elaborate?"

"He…it's none of your business." Elizabeth said catching herself.

"It is if we are to play husband and wife, never mind that we are partners in this."

"No."

"Elizabeth, you really have to…"

"He killed my mother." Elizabeth blurted out. "And I watched."

"Okay, what happened?" Jack watched her sink into herself. She wasn't talking, not that she would ever open up to him about her mother, Jack had known she was murdered, but by Norrington, it made all of this all the more interesting.

"Nice place." Elizabeth walked into the hotel The Park Plaza, in Boston's ritzy Copley Square.

"Yes, only the best for Mrs. Charles Cunningham." Jack smirked as he threw his bag on a chair.

"Oh Charles you really do know how to show a girl a good time." Elizabeth smirked as she set down her bag.

Jack flopped onto the bed and wiggled his eyebrows. "Want to put his 'marriage' to the test?"

"Get real." Elizabeth said as she sat down.

"Alright, but no woman can resist Jack Sparrow." Jack said as he put his head back on the pillows. "I'm tired."

"So am I." Elizabeth said as she pulled off her boots.

"Jump in." Jack said as he also kicked off his shoes.

"You're sleeping on the floor." Elizabeth said. She was taking off her jacket, and unbuttoned her jeans. "I'm going to bed. Move."

"Rude and utterly beautiful, a very dangerous combination Agent Swann." Jack said as he got up from the bed.

"I can still arrest you."

"But you won't. Good night." Jack took the coverlet off the bed and a pillow and shuffled to the floor.

"Thank you." Elizabeth took off her jeans and slid into bed wearing only her blouse. Elizabeth turned toward the nightstand and clicked off the light. She had gotten herself into a dangerous situation, with a dangerous man. Jack Sparrow was no fool, and he knew what he wanted, and Elizabeth had a feeling, what Jack wanted had a whole lot to do with her. However, even if it killed her, Elizabeth was going to get what she wanted, and that was James Norrington.

Jack slowly opened his eyes to the bright New England sun. Then as he sat up, he saw Elizabeth. She looked rather peaceful as she slept, the sun pouring in from the windows illuminated her gorgeous features. Jack shook his head at the thoughts that played through his mind, but it also churned with a devilish mischief.

He slowly crawled across the floor and around the bed to the side Elizabeth was sleeping on. "Elizabeth…" He whispered. She mumbled something. "Elizabeth…" Jack was sure she was out.

Jack then went back around the bed and crawled into bed. He wrapped his arm around her waist and waited.

"Elizabeth…" Jack whispered close to her ear. This time, she was up.

Elizabeth leaped out of bed with a screech. "Jack!" Elizabeth turned and saw the laughter that was about to explode. "You jerk!" Elizabeth bellowed as she put her hands on her hips. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get you up…"

"You could have just shook me."

"Then how would I get to see your underwear?" Elizabeth looked down. He was right, she was in a blouse, and her white panties.

"You pig." Elizabeth grabbed her jeans and put them on.

"I charm…" He smiled as he got out of bed. "You're wearing that?" Elizabeth looked down at her clothes.

"Something wrong with what I'm wearing."

"You're my wife, and you are about to meet a very ruthless man, suit please." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Besides the blouse is a little wrinkled."

"Yes darling." Elizabeth grabbed her duffel bag and went into the bathroom.

Jack took his bag and took out his suit. Of course he only wore it on special occasions, and he was going to meet his maker, so in essence it was a very special occasion. Jack dressed quickly and was having trouble with his tie, it seemed as though he could never get the damned thing right.

He heard the door of the bathroom click. Elizabeth walked out in a black pants suit, a pink blouse and slender sling back stilettos, she looked like she had walked out of the pages of Cosmo. Her hair was flowing around her face and she had put makeup on. Jack was amazed at the transformation. "You look like a cop."

"I look like a professional, isn't that what you wanted?" Elizabeth asked as she put her purse on the counter.

"Yes, but…"

"But what Jack? I'm not going to screw this up for you so you can relax." Elizabeth said as she walked towards the door and swung it open. "Ready?"

"No." Jack lifted his tie. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and finished off the tie.

"Are you ready now?" Elizabeth asked.

"Let's go." Jack followed her out the door.

(A/N) Yes, Elizabeth's father is the President's legal counsel, I am pretty sure there is a position like that for real, but just to let everyone know, the President in this story (which you will meet) is fictional. Now you know the reason why Elizabeth agreed to Jack's plan, as convoluted as it is. Norrington killed her mother. All of that will come out in the end…Review!