(A/N) ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

Elizabeth woke with a pounding headache. She slowly came to her knees and looked around. She was in a bedroom, a large gold embellished bedroom. Her head was cloudy, and she felt weak as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. She felt the warm rug under her bare feet, yet she shivered. She was in France, she was in James Norrington's home, and she was most defiantly not safe.

Using outstretched arms to keep her balance, she walked to the window. It was dark outside, not even the moon was out to aide her if she tried to escape. She suddenly felt sick and weak, whatever they had given her was murdering her insides. She looked around her and saw a bathroom off to her left. Elizabeth mustered up all her strength and rushed to the bathroom, she then vomited.

Elizabeth was losing her grip as a fever washed over her. She flushed the toilet and sat with her back to a large pedestal tub. She felt wrong, she felt out of touch, and she knew she had to have been poisoned…something…

Elizabeth heard the door open to the bedroom. And moving towards the bathroom was James Norrington. "What are you doing?" He asked as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Bug off." Elizabeth muttered.

"Get up." He grabbed her arm roughly and dragged her back to the bedroom. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sick. What ever you gave me…" Elizabeth felt the room spin. "You son of a bitch."

"No, this wasn't what I wanted." James then felt her forehead. She slapped his hand away.

"Leave me alone you pig." Elizabeth kicked him in his ribs as she pushed away from him.

"Bitch!" He slapped her across the face. Elizabeth sputtered out of control…she was seeing sparks, feeling them explode in her head. She couldn't move, she couldn't feel…she just rolled to the side and laid there. "I'll be back." She heard James mutter.

She couldn't open her mouth to say anything…and Elizabeth's mind was screaming.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

"Jesus…" Jack muttered to himself as he, Gibbs, and Harry walked into Elizabeth's living room.

"At least she put up a fight." Harry said as he put an over turned lamp back on the over turned coffee table that Gibbs had straightened.

"That's not what worries me." Jack bent down and picked up a syringe. "This does."

"Well that sure as hell isn't a good sign." Gibbs said.

"What the hell did he pump her with?" Jack said furiously.

"Don't know." Harry looked at the syringe. "Could be anything."

"I can have that checked." A voice came from behind them. Jack, Gibbs, and Harry turned around with guns drawn to see a young man with dark hair and dark eyes standing there. Jack could see the glimmer of metal from his badge.

"Who are you?"

"Will Turner. I am Elizabeth's partner." Will walked into the living room. Jack could see the small cut below his eye, and the bruising around his temple, the kid had gotten a good wallop.

"Well, this is rather interesting." Harry said.

"Put your guns down." Jack ordered them. They did so reluctantly and Jack approached Will. "Jack Sparrow." Jack extended his hand and Will shook it.

"I will run that syringe by Quantico. I can have the results in hours." Will then eyed Jack. "You know where she is…"

"I do." Jack said solemnly.

"Then why aren't you there already." Will asked.

"Because if he finds me going to get her, he'll kill her."

"This he, is James Norrington."

"Yes…how do you know?" Will blinked.

"I'm surprised you don't know. She called her supervisor and told him to reinstate her, she said she has a plan…but my surprise is that she never mentioned you were the plan." Will said with a smug look. "Now, I have seen the pictures at you and her at the Museum, and I am most certainly not blind."

"I will find her and bring her home."

"Which home is that? Here in Washington, or at your little nest." Will wondered.

"Listen mate, I know you look after her, but I know better. Trust me." Jack said with his most reassuring smile.

"You're a self proclaimed thief…I could arrest you here right now…"

"But you won't because I know where Norrington has taken Elizabeth. Listen…give me your cell phone."

"Why?" Will said pulling it out of his pocket. "What…" Jack yanked it out of Will's hand and put in his cell phone number.

"Call me when you get the results." Jack tossed Will the phone as he, Gibbs, and Harry all made their way out the door.

Will looked down at the phone and looked up the number, and under name, Jack had give his name as the Thief. Will smiled, and knew Jack Sparrow was a decent man.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

"Sir, the doctor is on his way." Fernando, one of Norrington's loyal guards said as he approached a clearly distressed James.

"What was in the syringe?" James asked.

"I'm not sure…all I know is when I picked it up, the old guy said it would temporarily paralyze her." Fernando shrugged.

"Did the doctor say anything on the phone?"

"He said it sounds neurological…"

"Alright." James got up and went inside the bedroom. Elizabeth was face up looking into the ceiling, she wasn't moving, her eyes didn't even blink. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

James sat down on the bed looking at her. "You may think I did, but this, no…"

He watched her eyes blaze with anger. "I love you Elizabeth, you must believe that. You remind me so much of your mother, so beautiful, so incredibly innocent looking, in love with the arts." James brushed back a strand of her hair. James hand then trailed lower and unbuttoned her jacket revealing her tight pink boustiere. "I have the Dance at Bougival for you. I put in the room right where I had your mother's room placed. The Lily portrait there along side it of course." James rested his hand on her stomach. "You couldn't fight me could you?"

Elizabeth's eyes were horrified. James smiled. "I am not that type of man. When the doctor arrives and fixes you…" James saw the tears fall from her eyes he stopped. "What's this?" He leaned over her face and kissed the tears. His lips moved over to Elizabeth unresponsive mouth, as his hands slipped beneath the bodice of her boustiere.

Elizabeth's mind was trying to wrap around what he was doing. 'For Christ sake, he is going to grope me silly…All I have to do is move…'

(A/N) James messed up, the syringe was obviously filled with some nasty stuff...but will Elizabeth be able to react in time?