(A/N) ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

Jack woke the next morning to find his bed empty. Jack shot up immediately and looked at the dressing chair, the suit that Maria had laid out for Elizabeth was gone. Jack jumped from the bed and quickly slipped on clothes.

"Maria!" Jack hollered as he ran down the stairs.

"Mister Sparrow?"

"Where is Elizabeth?"

"She left for the airstrip…" Jack couldn't hear another word, he had to see Elizabeth one more time.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

She hated leaving Jack like that, but she knew a goodbye would be too hard on the both of them, and time was wasting away, she needed to be sure her father and partner were well. "Miss Swann, the plane is ready for takeoff." The pilot smiled at her.

"Thank you." Elizabeth checked the gun in her holster, a glock nine, enough power for her. She buttoned the jacket to her black pant suit, and stepped onto the plane.

She sat down on a comfortable leather seat and fastened her seat belt. Elizabeth lulled her head back as she rolled out the kinks in her neck. Elizabeth then felt the engine roar as the small private jet warmed its engines.

"I'm sorry Miss Swann, there seems to be a problem, could you step outside for a bit?" Elizabeth nodded politely as she unbuckled herself and stepped outside. She stood back on the runway, staring at the plane, wondering, what kind of problem could there be…

"Plan on leaving without saying goodbye?" Elizabeth froze. She turned and saw Jack standing there his arms crossed over his chest.

"It would be too hard."

"Elizabeth, saying goodbye is nothing, what your about to do is everything, what were you thinking?"

"I need to…"

"Need to what?"

"Jack, you don't understand. Before this…" Elizabeth had her hands in the air. "I was self dependent, I could handle myself, I could handle anything…since I have been involved with you I am totally dependent on you, I hate that, I hate the fact that I need you." Elizabeth took a deep breath. "What I am saying is that after this, I don't want this to continue, I want to be an agent, it's who I am." Elizabeth finished.

"Well, I am very sorry Elizabeth, because being an Agent isn't who you are…" Jack sighed. "You are smart, sophisticated, gorgeous, and completely independent, whether or not you realize that. What I can't understand is why don't you? But hey, if you think I am some egotistical bastard that is only going to make you stay home, barefoot and pregnant, maybe you should go back to what you were doing. Goodbye Elizabeth, you have only proved one thing, saying goodbye is pretty damned easy."

"Do you think it's any easier for me?" Elizabeth shouted. "Do you think it's easy for me to jump on that plane and leave? I am not a ruthless bitch…"

"Could have fooled me." Elizabeth slapped him across the face. Jack rubbed his jaw and looked at her. "Look, you are leaving, there is nothing I can do, so go, be free, be independent."

"Jack, we can't help what we are." Elizabeth looked down at her pointed stiletto heels. "We are on two different sides of the law…it won't be enough."

"Let me ask you this." Elizabeth stared at him as the engines began to turn behind her. "Would me saying…'Elizabeth I love you, I have been falling in love with you for years, and this was the perfect opportunity to show you…' Would that have made a difference in you deciding that this is over?" Jack asked. Elizabeth swore she saw tears in his eyes.

"I would say, you were too late." Elizabeth said with a whisper. "I'm sorry Jack." Elizabeth took a step forward and kissed his cheek.

"I'll be waiting…for you in France. I swear Elizabeth we'll both walk away from this." Jack said as she climbed the stairs.

"I trust you." She smiled and the door was shut.

JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ

Elizabeth sat back in the taxi cab as it hurried towards her Washington townhouse. Elizabeth kept the painting in a large artist portfolio, frame and all, if the cab driver only knew of his cargo.

Elizabeth realized she was stepping into the unknown without any help. She was sure her father and Will were gone, that they would be at her home gagged and bound, and she hoped they were alright.

Elizabeth thoughts trailed to Jack. She had called the evening before to her supervisor Matt Greenly, and was quickly reinstated as an agent per her request. Greenly knew of her involvement and what was about to go down at her home, and she told him to back off, that she had it handled. However Elizabeth did not mention Jack, if she had Jack would end up in jail. Elizabeth knew that this was going to go down bad, and she was sure it was going to take her and Jack with it.

"Hey lady!" The cab driver shouted. Elizabeth looked up and realized she was home.

"Sorry." Elizabeth handed the man a fifty dollar bill, more than enough. Elizabeth stepped out of the cab and quickly started up the stairs to her townhouse. She took out her glock and clicked the safety.

She walked into the open door and set the portfolio down in the hall. "I'm here you bastard!" Elizabeth walked down the hall towards her living room. "What are you waiting for?"

Elizabeth turned into her living room and felt her knees give way. Norrington and his men stood there, guns drawn, Will and her father bound and gagged, knelt in front of her sofa. "I'm here now, let them go." Elizabeth kept her gun aimed at Norrington's head.

"Put the gun away Elizabeth."

"Let them go, otherwise you won't enjoy that pretty painting." Elizabeth glanced at Will and her father, they looked like they were in good shape.

"Where is the painting?"

"In the front hall." Norrington whispered to one of his men and he went out of the room to retrieve the painting.

"Here is the plan Elizabeth." Norrington put his gun down, as did the other men. "You will put your gun down and untie your father and dear William here, then you will escort them out of the house, and you will return to me. Is that clear?"

"Very." Elizabeth put her gun on the floor and kicked it over to Norrington. Elizabeth rushed over to her father and bent down. She removed the gag. "Did they hurt you?" Elizabeth asked as she pulled off the ropes.

"No, Elizabeth what's going on here?" She removed the ropes and her father sat up on the sofa.

"It's a long story." Elizabeth then took off Will's gag. "You okay?"

"Peachy." Will said as he rolled his neck.

"The agreement was that they wouldn't be hurt Norrington. You broke it." Elizabeth said as she got Will to his feet.

"He didn't go without a fight, we had to subdue him." James smiled at her, Elizabeth wished she had her gun. "Let's go Elizabeth we haven't got all day."

"Come on Dad." Elizabeth helped her father to his feet, and Will followed. Two trained gunmen followed them out.

"Elizabeth, what about you?" Will asked.

"I called Greenly." Elizabeth whispered. "He'll fill you in. Take my father, put him in protective custody until I get back." Elizabeth then turned to her father.

"I'll be back I swear." Elizabeth hugged her father. "I love you."

"Elizabeth, you are coming back…"

"Will take him." Elizabeth practically pushed her crying father and her loyal partner out the door, she didn't want them to be hurt anymore.

With two semi-automatic weapons aimed at her, Elizabeth put up her hands and returned to the living room. James was sitting on the sofa. "That was touching…really. Now where's Sparrow?"

"Not here. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?"

"Very good." James then looked at her. "Take care of her." Arms then grabbed Elizabeth and held her back. James approached her with a syringe.

"Get that away from me!" Elizabeth screamed as her head was tilted back.

"Just a little pinch…" He inserted the needle into her vein. Elizabeth felt her body go weak and numb, then she felt no more.