(A/N) Alright you guys are off the hook, I love all of the reviews! In this chappie, we will meet James Norrington, who I have made a bad guy, I don't know since Jack Davenport is hott, I figured what the hell? Why not? Typically in my fics I make him a decent guy, but this one, eww…he's going to be quite the devil…hehe.
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Disclaimer: I Do not own POTC!
James Norrington had set up a meeting in a very private area. Apparently he had rented out the top floor of the Prudential building, which was a very expensive restaurant. As Elizabeth and Jack walked in, he was seated at a large table, with two guards by his side. Elizabeth recognized the guards immediately, both were wanted for questioning in several murders.
As Elizabeth approached Norrington, she had a sickening feeling in her stomach. He looked dapper, and if she hadn't known him, she would have found him very attractive. However, visions of her mother's murder clouded her mind, she couldn't think straight.
"Jack Sparrow, pleasure to meet you…" Norrington got up as Jack and Elizabeth approached and shook his hand.
"Likewise." Jack replied nervously.
"Is this your wife?" Norrington nodded towards Elizabeth.
"Yes." Jack placed a possessive hand around her waist. "This is Elizabeth."
"It is a special pleasure to meet you my dear." Elizabeth gagged when he kissed her hand.
"Oh I assure you Mr. Norrington, the pleasure is all mine." Elizabeth said with a curt smile. Elizabeth watched him eye her.
"You look terribly familiar…have we met?" James asked as they all sat down.
"No, I would have remembered you." Elizabeth's smile widened.
"Yes, I suppose." Norrington then turned to Jack. "Now, we have some business to discuss."
"Yes, now shall you discuss what you need? Or is it my pick and choosing?" Jack was trying to lighten the mood, but Norrington was having none of it, he was rather focused on Elizabeth.
"No, do you know the items in the east wing of the Museum?" Norrington asked, still eyeing Elizabeth, as he fiddled with a napkin.
"Yes, several Van Gogh's, a few O'Keefe's…why?" Jack asked.
"I want them all."
"That's impossible!" Jack said loudly. "All of them?"
"Yes. Remember Jack you're the one that wronged me, and I caught you, so please be a bit more imaginative." Norrington turned towards Elizabeth. "Now Elizabeth, do you have a favorite artist?" Elizabeth was startled at his question. "You seem well educated."
"I have several favorites, Pierre Auguste Renoir in particular." Elizabeth said recalling the beautiful painting she had in mind.
"Ah, you're a romantic are you?"
"Perhaps."
"What work of his do you like most?" Elizabeth hated his stare.
"Dance at Bougival"
Norrington smiled. "Describe why you love it." Jack glanced to Norrington as he closed his eyes, this was very odd.
"A man and a woman are close together, dancing, they are so in love with one another, things beside them are a blur, they are only ones concentrating on each other, he is leaning in for a kiss, and she is so shy she turns away... Their love will sustain them, you can tell."
"What city are they in?"
"I don't know."
"Where do you feel they are?"
Elizabeth thought for a moment. "Paris, city of Love."
"That painting in particular Mr. Sparrow, I want it."
Jack inhaled deeply. "Alright. Where is the drop off point?"
"Warehouse on Congress street, you'll know which one." Norrington continued to stare at Elizabeth. "Mr. Sparrow, I have stared at your wife for this entire meeting and not once have you interjected. Do you not see her profound beauty?"
"Of course."
"Then why haven't you defended her honor. Another man is staring at her, wanting to take her to bed, are you not concerned?" Norrington asked, quite suspicious.
"My wife is my wife, she loves me no one else." Jack said as he straightened, and picked up Elizabeth's hand. "Now if this business meeting is over, let me get on with my business." Jack stood up still clenching Elizabeth's hand tightly.
"Now Mr. Sparrow, no need to be hostile. While you are planning, if you don't mind, let your wife stay behind, I would love to get to know her a bit better." This time it was Elizabeth's turn to speak.
"I have a voice of my own Mr. Norrington, my husband, nor you, speak for me. My place is by my husband's side, not yours, although your company is quite pleasurable. Thank you for your time." Elizabeth turned to walk away.
"You better follow her Sparrow, before some one else scoops her up." Jack took his warning, he didn't like the way Elizabeth spoke to him, and now, if he failed she was also to be 'taken care of'.
"Sir, what was that all about?" One of Norrington's men asked.
"I want you to check her out, there is something wrong with her, something not right."
"That was stupid!" Jack yelled as they finally got into their hotel room. The entire ride in the taxi to the room was silent, but Elizabeth could still feel his anger. "What the hell was all that crap about touchy feely bologna about!"
"It is called…" Elizabeth threw her purse on the bed. "Playing the field, feeling him out!" Elizabeth then walked right up to him. "You were doing one hell of a job in there! Oh boy, I could see the bastard shaking in his boots!" Elizabeth pushed past him and took a water out of the mini bar.
"Well, now because of your little comments, you are also going to be watched!"
"So?" Elizabeth sat down in a chair and opened the bottle.
"So? You are an FBI Agent, you don't think he is going to care about that?"
"He isn't going to find out." Elizabeth said.
"How's that?"
"Because I am just not on file, at least not anywhere for the public to get at."
"You're a ghost?"
"If you want to call it that, yes. Do me a favor, don't yell at me like that, I know just as much as you do, and can handle myself…dear." Elizabeth got up and opened the curtains that looked down to Copley Square. "I was wondering when you were going to jump in. He might as well have had his hands in my pants."
"I forgot."
"Ah but when he went and called you on it you got very defensive. Why?" Elizabeth turned to look at him.
"I had to." Jack then picked up the keys. "I'll be back."
"Where are you going?"
"Lizzy love, you aren't my wife." He slammed the door.
He was gone till almost three in the morning. Elizabeth was sitting over a table, copies of files everywhere. She heard the door click open, and Jack silently walking in, as if he expected her to be asleep. "What's all of this?" Jack asked as he saw her sitting at the table.
"You're not my husband." Jack rolled his eyes. Elizabeth continued reading.
"Alright, I'm sorry, now what do you have?"
"I'm an Agent, this stuff is classified. Police work, something you would know nothing about." Elizabeth smirked.
"Anything about me?"
"I know everything about you, no need to look it up."
"How did you get all of this?" Jack said as he picked up a paper.
Elizabeth yanked it out of his hand. "FBI database."
"Elizabeth are you…"
"Before you go off the deep end, I used my partner's password. No harm no foul." Elizabeth looked at Jack. "I'm done." She put everything away and got up and stretched.
"You waited up for me…" Jack smirked. "That's sweet."
"Don't get used to it. You left awfully angry." Elizabeth got into bed, Jack went towards the bathroom.
"Yes, but you hate my guts." Jack said as he shut the door.
"I don't actually." Elizabeth said loud enough so he could hear. "It's a game, a good one, I just could never beat you. You are a really good challenge, and once this is over, and if I have a job when I get home, we'll begin it again."
He emerged in just a pair of boxers. Elizabeth was stunned at his physique, considering from the outside of his suit and ties, he didn't look all that beefy. Elizabeth smirked. "Enjoy the bed, because I've had a stiff neck all day." Elizabeth frowned.
"Then you sleep here." Elizabeth got up. "I can sleep on the floor."
"How about we compromise?" Jack said calmly. "Both of us in bed. Don't worry I won't pull anything funny."
Elizabeth wasn't sure of this, in fact, she wasn't sure of much these days. "Alright, but keep your hands to yourself." Both of them then slipped into bed.
"Thank you." Jack mumbled as he pulled the blankets his way.
"Welcome." Elizabeth yanked the covers back her way. Jack then yanked the blankets back his way. Elizabeth pulled back and snuggled into the covers. Jack then with one swoop pulled the blankets so fast he pulled Elizabeth over to him.
"Learn to share Elizabeth." Elizabeth glared at him, but soon realized she was too tired to care where she slept, or who was next to her.
(A/N) Okay, the Prudential Building is the tallest building in Boston (not sure on that, could be the John Hancock, but only the antenna beats it.) I think it is highly unlikely that you can rent out the entire restaurant, but I wanted to show how much power Norrington has. The Dance at Bougival is a real painting, check it out if you want to look at it, it really is my favorite painting, it is quite beautiful. That's all for now, if I don't update before Christmas, I wish you all Happy Holidays!