DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!
"Crap." Elizabeth muttered as she pulled out her navy blazer. "First friggen day and I'm late." Elizabeth muttered to herself. Elizabeth slipped on her blazer and looked at herself. Navy blue skirt that fitted her well, but it wasn't too tight. Underneath the blue blazer she had a white blouse that was opened to reveal a tiny bit of cleavage, but not too much. Skin color panty house and navy pumps finished the transformation.
Elizabeth picked up her briefcase and hurried out the front door. She climbed into her Mountaineer and revved the engine. She'd be lucky if she wasn't fired her first day.
POTC
"I am so sorry I'm late, I swear it is a fluke, I'm never late." She came into his office stammering and apologizing about being late.
Will sat back in his chair and stared at her as she stood straight at a military stance. She was in fact quite pretty even though she tried to hide it. "You're only ten minutes late."
"It's no excuse I know…"
"It's okay, just stop apologizing." Will said as he stood up and smiled. "Let me show you around."
Elizabeth felt warmed by his smile. "Thank you."
Outside the glass enclosed office, Will stopped in front of about one hundred cubicles. "This is our headquarters. We all work together, I need something, you need something, we share. Right now we are working on several cases, I divide everyone into teams and go on from there." Will turned and looked at her. "What made you want to be a profiler for the FBI?"
Elizabeth was ready for this question. "I read people well. The human mind is something that fascinates me because it isn't all that predictable. However, it is also predictable."
"Really?" Will raised his brow. "Explain yourself."
"Human nature, primal instincts are entwined into every human being."
"Instinct?"
"Yes." Elizabeth answered.
"So what is the real reason you became a profiler?" Will asked again as he walked with her through the aisles.
"I just told you."
"No, the real reason."
Elizabeth looked him in the eye. "I want to put people who hurt other people away…forever." Will stared at her.
"Well, you're in the right place." Will said as he swung around and went back toward his office. "This is your desk." Will said as he stopped.
Elizabeth noticed her cubicle was right next to his office, convenient. "Alright." She put down her briefcase. "Have you assigned me to a case?"
Will smiled. "Yes."
"Well which one?" Elizabeth asked eagerly.
"We are having a meeting on it in about thirty minutes in my office." He walked away and Elizabeth let out a huge sigh.
POTC
"Is this a joke?" Elizabeth asked as she walked into Will's office thirty minutes later.
"Nope." Will smiled as he beckoned her to sit. It was only him in the office. "I am working this case solo with many contributors."
"Was I sent here to be your partner?"
"Yes." Will's smile faded. "He was killed in the line of duty."
"Recently?"
"Yes."
"Involving this case?" Elizabeth's breathing hitched.
"No. You can see how dangerous it is." Will said as he pushed a file in front of her. "Are you up for the challenge? I could really use fresh eyes."
Elizabeth stared at the file. "Yes."
"Open it." Elizabeth reached for the file and placed it on her lap and opened the folder. Inside were autopsy reports on over thirty victims. All about the same age, all having the same hair color, eye color, height, near weight.
He then slid a packet in front of her. "These are the photos."
Elizabeth took in a deep breath. She slid the photos out and looked at each one. Waves of nausea hit her hard as she looked at one particular photo. "She was recent?"
"Yes, last night."
"Where was she found?"
"Here in Washington."
Will watched the color drain from her face. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Elizabeth straightened in her chair. "They have their hearts cut out, and they are sexually assaulted."
"What do you make of that?"
"He hates woman in general. Rape is all about power, and cutting their hearts out, that is significant of control of their mind, emotions. He needs to be in power, he craves it, yearns for it and if he doesn't have it, or doesn't get it, he does this." Elizabeth said as she folded her hands in her lap.
"He rapes pre and post mortem. Why?"
"Control in life as well as in death." Elizabeth looked him in the eye. "I am sure you have heard this all before."
"Yes."
"Then what do you need from me?"
Will threw another picture down. "What are these initials? What do they stand for?"
Elizabeth's jaw hit the desk. "I'm…I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"No." Elizabeth stood up. "It's personal."
"Why?" Will's phone rang. "Agent Turner…yes, okay, where? I'll be there in a bit." Will turned to Elizabeth. "He's struck again. Let's go."