(A/N) Sorry about the delay in updating! Thank you all for the reviews! I really appreciate them! The part in itallics is a dream...
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Jack stirred as he heard the door to the room click open. He felt Elizabeth's arm wrapped around him, so he knew it wasn't her. It had to have been almost five in the morning, he knew they hadn't been sleeping for long, and it was still dark, but not a midnight dark. He saw someone move in the room.
Jack felt Elizabeth's grip around him tighten, she was awake. He felt her slip her hand down her leg. She had a gun strapped to her thigh, smart girl.
Jack eyed whoever it was, as he searched the files on the table. Elizabeth sat up and pointed the gun at the startled intruder. "Don't move." Elizabeth said as she leaned out of bed.
Jack stood out of bed and kept the light out, he didn't want whoever that was to be able to read those files.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked.
"A friend of mine." In the room James Norrington walked in.
"What is this about Norrington?" Jack asked, wanting to reach for his gun.
"Well, I wasn't quite sure that the two of you were married…well now, I have confirmation." James said as he walked over to Elizabeth and put his hand on hers and lowered the pistol. "You're looking ravishing."
"Get out." Elizabeth said angrily. "Right now."
James put his hands up and said something in French to the man that had broken in, he quickly left. "Sparrow, midnight, I want delivery." He left without another word and slammed the door.
"You okay?" Jack asked Elizabeth.
"Besides the fact that my heart is in my throat…I'm fine." Elizabeth put her gun away. She sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. "It scared me to death." Elizabeth blew out a big breath of air. Jack realized she was losing control of her breathing, she was having a panic attack.
"Just breath." Jack sat down next to her and put his hand on her back. "Come on big time FBI agent, suck it up." Elizabeth just couldn't control her breathing, she put her head between her knees. "It's alright…" Jack rubbed her back. "Do you need anything?"
Elizabeth shook her head no. Slowly Elizabeth felt the world fade, and go black.
"Mommy…wake up…" Elizabeth shook her mother, but she wasn't getting up. "The man is gone…" Elizabeth saw the man point something at her mother, then three loud pops.
"How lovely little Lizzy…" She turned and saw a man standing over her.
"Leave my mommy alone!" Elizabeth stood up, with her chin held high.
"She's already gone little Lizzy…but my you do have a mouth on you…" He bent down to her level. "Your mommy wouldn't tell me where the Monet was…no, I had to threaten you in order for her to give it up." Elizabeth shook with fear. "Remember, your mother kept you alive." The man then shoved her down and left…
Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open. "Jack?" Her eyes turned to Jack, who was looking out of the balcony window.
"Lost you there for a moment." Jack smiled and sat down next to her. "Feeling better?"
"How long have I been out?"
"A few hours."
"Alright." Elizabeth sat up in bed, she was tired of lying down, now was the time to act. "We have to go…tonight is the night."
"Tonight there is a gala." Jack showed her a brochure. "We will go and spend the night."
"You have tickets?"
"Of course…we will be having a little help, so cheer up, you'll get your hands around Norrington's neck soon enough."
Jack took her to a small house in Southie, or as people not from Boston would call it, South Boston. Elizabeth looked at the small two story home and wondered what it had to do with anything they were involved in. "Jack, who are we looking for?" Elizabeth asked.
"A very good friend of mine." Jack knocked on the door. "Very sweet old man, pain in the ass though." The door swung open.
"Jack laddie!" The old man pulled him in the door and hugged him. "You look good!" The man patted him on the back and noticed Elizabeth. "Well it be about time you settled down and got yourself a girl, pretty one at that…" He said as he took Elizabeth's hand. "Wait…I know you…"
"Gibbs this is a friend…"
"She isn't a friend, she's a cop!" Elizabeth smiled.
"How are you these days Mister Gibbs?" Elizabeth asked.
"You pain in the ass, do you know how much time it took me to shake those buffoons you call Agents to get off my back? Because you got a tip that I was related to him…" Gibbs pointed at Jack. "Then you leave and head off to Washington, leaving me, a poor old man to defend myself."
"You did that?" Jack asked Elizabeth.
"Sorry, you were becoming a problem." Elizabeth shrugged. "Besides, if you would have just told us where Jack was, you probably would have been let go, and gotten a hefty reward." Elizabeth said as she stood straighter.
"Gibbs, she's clean now, just let us in." Jack pushed his way through with Elizabeth. Gibbs sat back flabbergasted, this was a very interesting scenario.
Jack sat down and explained the entire situation with Norrington, and Elizabeth, and asked Gibbs for his help. "Can you help? Gibbs, we go way back…please…"
"For you Jack anything…" Gibbs then glared at Elizabeth. "You follow me." Elizabeth got up and followed Gibbs to the tiny kitchen in the back of the house.
"What are your intentions with him?" Gibbs asked.
"We have a business arrangement, I plan to follow my end."
"Bullocks, tell me." Gibbs picked up a beer and took a swig from it. "I'm not senile, not yet anyway."
"I'm not sure I am following you." Gibbs just smiled.
"Alright, why is he looking at you the way he's looking at you?" Elizabeth looked utterly lost. "You don't see it?"
"No." Elizabeth whispered. "Jesus we are always at each other's throats."
"Well, Miss Swann, I suggest you stop looking at his throat, and start looking at his eyes. Jack got himself a bit of a crush, and it looks to me like you may break his heart." Elizabeth clenched the counter as she felt the world spin.
"No, Jack? Come on…"
"Just look." He said as he sauntered his way into the living room where Jack was seated. Elizabeth heard Jack ask where she was. Was he truly concerned for her? Did he have feelings for her? This was odd, crazy, impossible…but with Jack Sparrow, life was none of these things.
Elizabeth averted her look away from Jack as she walked into the living room. "Gibbs, we need a plan…do you have it?" Elizabeth heard Jack ask.
Elizabeth took her seat next to Jack. "I believe I do." Gibbs said. "Meet me here, tonight at six, I'll be waiting." Jack and Elizabeth shook Gibbs's hand and left.
Elizabeth was trying to maintain perspective, think clearly, but Gibbs said things she didn't think she would hear, nor would she ever consider. Her cell phone ringing brought her back to the real world. "Hello?"
"Elizabeth, good, I'm glad I got you." Her father said.
"Dad, now isn't a good time."
"Elizabeth, I was wondering if you could join me for dinner tonight. A celebration of sorts." Elizabeth glanced at Jack as they continued walking.
"I'm sorry, a celebration?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yes, you are no longer an agent with the FBI. No more criminals trying to throw you off a building."
"Are you alright? I was only suspended…I…"
"I took care of that. With your background the President has agreed to let you on as my assistant, isn't that lovely Elizabeth?" Elizabeth closed her eyes, trying to find the words.
"No it isn't." Elizabeth could only muster. "I have to go, please take care." Elizabeth hung up. Anger didn't even begin to describe what she was feeling.
"What's going on?" Jack asked. "That didn't sound too pleasant."
"I am no longer an agent with the FBI."
"Why?"
"My father pulled his strings, and here I am, assistant to the President, assistant to my father, a desk job, a job for a pretty girl, heaven forbid my pantyhose should wrinkle." Elizabeth said as stuffed her cell phone back into her purse.
"Well at least breaking the law won't seem so bad." Jack smirked. Elizabeth had no choice but to smile.
"Yes I suppose."
"Yes, and this will go very well, no worries." Jack smiled as he looked into her eyes. Elizabeth then saw it, what Gibbs had told her, and Elizabeth knew both she and Jack were in deep trouble.