(A/N) I will be posting the rest of this fic, keep on reading!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

Elizabeth woke again, feeling to stinging pain in her head. This wasn't good, she didn't feel right, she felt like she was dying, losing her grip.

"You thought you could be rid of me?" James said from across the room.

Elizabeth saw the bandaged shoulder and smiled. "Sorry about that."

"All is forgiven Elizabeth dear." He crossed the room and sat down next to her. "Seems like what we gave you disturbed your brain's functioning."

"What?" Elizabeth asked horrified.

"I couldn't understand a word the doctor was saying, so I ignored him." Elizabeth closed her eyes, she had to play by his game until Jack got there.

"Thank you."

James looked up shocked. "For what?"

"The doctor, you didn't have to." Elizabeth then looked into his eyes. "I shouldn't have tried to run, I apologize."

"I told you all was forgiven." Elizabeth could not believe what she was hearing, this guy was one nut short of a fruit cake.

"Can I see my painting now?"

"Yes of course." James helped her to her feet. Elizabeth made sure she looked at every single corridor with great detail. She knew a way out was needed…hopefully the calvary was on its way.

"Here…I made this room especially for your mother." James opened the door to a nearly entirely white room. In the center of the wall above the fireplace, her mother's favorite portrait was hung. Elizabeth glanced to the opposing wall and saw her favorite painting.

"Why did you love my mother?" Elizabeth whispered.

"She was beautiful in every sense of the word." He answered without hesitation. "Outside and in, she was gorgeous. She loved the arts…"

"But you steal them. You keep them from the world…my mother didn't believe that." Elizabeth said, she felt her eyes burn with anger.

"No, but your mother did believe in the beauty and preservation of the arts, something the world could not give." James walked around Elizabeth. "There is nothing in the world I can't give you Elizabeth."

"I know that."

"What do you want Elizabeth?" He leaned in closer nearly whispering the words into her mouth.

"Freedom." Elizabeth sneered back. He leaned away from her and glanced over to another door.

"Behind there is a bathroom and some clothes, please use them." He left without another word.

Elizabeth let out a breath of air…Jack had better hurry.

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"We can't go in with guns blazing Jackie." Harry said as Jack drove the Land Rover closer to James's villa.

"Why not?" Gibbs asked.

"Because Jack is the young gun here you senile turtle! We are two grumpy old man who barely remember who they are much less remember how to fire a gun!" Harry replied angrily.

"All I care about is getting her out of there alive." Jack said as he pounded the steering wheel with his fist as the traffic halted.

"And what about after?" Gibbs asked.

"I haven't…" Jack started, but Harry cut him off.

"Jack, you better make her an honest woman." Harry said bluntly.

"What? You wanted her out once you found out she was a cop!" Jack said as he sighed as the traffic began to clear.

"Yes, but for you my boy, that doesn't matter. She's a good girl and she treats you pretty good…when she isn't trying to haul your narrow ass to jail….You know you want to take that girl back home and keep her there. If you let her go Jack, it will be the biggest mistake of your life." Harry said then turned to Gibbs. "Well, you have any sage words to the boy?"

"She's a good agent Jack. She knew how to get to me, she's tough, opinionated, and can probably kick your lazy carcass up and down the Atlantic coast, but what is probably most important is that she is a good woman. She's what you need…"

"Thank you so much, but I think I can…" Jack heard his cell phone go off. "Hello?"

"Jack, it's Will."

"What you find?"

"I'm at Quantico, and I just got the results back from the contents that were found in the syringe."

"And?" Jack said impatiently.

"Some sort of Neurological immobilizer. It deprives the brain of its catalysts, or neurotransmitters, therefore the synapses can't fire, which means her body can't do anything."

"Alright, so what does she need?"

"A hospital. If they pumped her with enough of that then she is going to eventually suffer a seizure, and that could wipe her out. She needs a hospital where they will get some neurotransmitters and replenish her brain."

"How would she be now?"

"Now, maybe fine and walking around, but she has had spells, she has been immobile…she needs to get out of there." Will said. "She told our supervisor what was going on. The FBI along with the French authorities are going to raid his villa and get her out."

"And your telling my this for what?" Jack asked curious.

"Because I would hate to pick up her pieces after they haul you to jail. Get her out and keep her out…"

"Thanks."

"Bring her out safe." Jack heard the phone click off.

"What he say?" Harry asked.

"We need to hurry. You two are going to hang back though…we need to make a quick getaway…"

"To where?"

"The nearest hospital." Gibbs then pulled out a map.

"Jack, that's a military base…a US military base…it has a fully operation hospital…Jack you'll be risking your Freedom." Gibbs said silently.

"If that means she walks away from all this, then so be it." Jack gripped the wheel tighter as he thought of Elizabeth, not being about to defend herself from James, the thought sickened him. "That sick son of a bitch…" Jack muttered under his breath.

"Jack, we'll get her out. I promise you that no harm will come to her."

"That's the problem Harry…the harm has already been done." Jack rolled his shoulders and leaned back in his seat, there was a long drive still ahead of them.