(A/N) Sorry about the delay…

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

'Move!' Elizabeth's mind screamed as his kisses trailed to her chest. 'Dear God what's wrong with me!' Elizabeth screamed as she fought with herself.

Finally with luck…or by an act of God, she wiggled her toes. Elizabeth now knew she could move, and first she would get the pig off her. She felt near her hands a gun that was holstered to him. She knew he was too busy feeling her up to notice that she was sliding the gun out.

She watched James shocked expression when she clicked the trigger. "Get the hell off of me…" Elizabeth whispered hoarsely. James did not say a word as he removed his hand from her breasts. Elizabeth slipped to the other side of the bed and got to the floor, with jell-o like knees. "Stay the hell away from me you pig."

"Your awake…good." Elizabeth turned her head in pain as a shock sent her body to fail on her. Elizabeth knew she needed to get out.

"I am not your damned mannequin!" Elizabeth shot him in the shoulder and ran out of the room.

Jack leaned back in the plane, nervous as hell. Something was wrong, he felt something was wrong with Elizabeth, he felt it in his gut. "Boy do you have it bad…" Harry joked.

"What?" Jack said snapping out of his dream world.

"You are in love with the fair Elizabeth…" Gibbs said with a smirk. "Two flighty birds…figures."

"Shut up both of you." Jack said with a blush coming to his cheeks.

"Come on Jack, we're all friends, so what are you planning on doing with her when this is all over?" Gibbs asked.

"Or have you already done it?" Harry giggled.

"Harry you are a sick old man, you need to grow up."

"The only place I'm growing up to is six feet under."

Jack then turned to Gibbs. "She is a FBI Agent, and she wants it to remain that way, I will bail her out of this, and we go our separate ways."

"Are you just stupid?" Harry spoke up as Gibbs shook his head. "The girl likes you, which is more than most people can say about you…it's about time you get out of the business and settle down."

"Get out of the business?" Jack laughed. "Are you crazy? How am I supposed to do that?"

"Quit." Gibbs said. "You've got to decide what's more important, beautiful artwork, or a beautiful woman, whom may I add is worth a lot more than money and paintings. She'll make you happy, and you'll do the same." Gibbs then yawned. "Otherwise you end up as miserable as that old rag is." Gibbs pointed at Harry.

"What are you talking about? Old rag? Listen to me you geritol munching fool, you ever point your finger at me again I'm going to lay one into you! Got it?" Harry shouted.

"Try old man!" Gibbs leaned out of his chair.

"Would both of you stop!" Jack nearly shouted. "Just please be quiet." Jack closed his eyes.

"What we are trying to say is this lifestyle isn't worth it…we both screwed up as far as having that one person we could trust no matter what waiting for us when we got home, to warm your bed and your heart. Jack my boy, if you let this lass go, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Harry said. "Now you can either listen to us or be miserable with us…your choice."

Jack listened to every word that was spoken to him. He certainly didn't want to lose her, no, he wanted every bit of her. He screwed up, big time, now he was going to pay the price.

"Jesus!" Elizabeth muttered as she walked outside into the frosty air. She pulled her jacket tight around her and ran into the woods just beyond the driveway. She secured the gun she had in her hand into her pocket and ducked her way through the thick branches.

Elizabeth could hear the search calls, she could hear everything. Making up her mind that she was better off dead than having Norrington feel her up, she went into the icy woods with no shoes, and not enough clothing to keep her warm.

She saw the flashlights flash behind her. Elizabeth kept moving, moving faster and faster until she knew she was safe, but safe was far away, Jack was certainly not in France yet…

She saw headlights on the road ahead of her. Her choices were to stay and freeze and most likely get caught, or try for the car on the road. Elizabeth took in a deep breath and ran.

"Help!" Elizabeth waved her hands high as the car approached. "Please stop!" The car skidded to a stop. An older man stepped out of the car.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, he didn't speak a word of English. "Listen, I need you to take me…" The man was freaking out, flaying his arms about spiting out French cuss words, she was sure.

"Get away from the car!" Elizabeth pulled out her gun and trained it on the man. "Move!" Elizabeth realized it was him or her, and she was going to be selfish.

Elizabeth got into the beat up Mercedes and took off like a bullet. She tossed the gun to the passenger seat and brushed her hair away from her eyes. She tried focusing on the road and saw the road split. "No, not now…" Elizabeth cried as her head exploded in pain. Her vision was so blurry…she felt the car take a dip, rumble…and a thud.

Elizabeth rolled her head to the side. She had plowed the car into a group of trees and now the engine was smoking. She pushed her door open and fell out of the car and crawled away from the wreckage.

"There she is!" Elizabeth grabbed her head in agony. It hurt so much, it was so painful, she thought her head would explode.

"Get up!" The guard yanked her to her feet. "Think you could get away, did you?" He gripped Elizabeth's arm so tightly she cried out in pain. "James will be fine, he is looking forward to your return."

Elizabeth winced as she nearly fell to her knees as her limbs gave out on her.

"Please let me go…" The man dragged her back up to her feet.

"Move." For the life of her Elizabeth could not move her feet.

"I can't." Elizabeth fell to her knees.

He yanked her by her hair, pulling her to the jeep that was running by the side of the road. Elizabeth screamed, screaming, and screaming until she could taste the blood in her throat. Elizabeth felt trapped as the final shock ripped through her brain…she felt no more.