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Elizabeth was physically and emotionally drained after Will's interrogation. This weekend she was planning to get away, she needed a break and she needed it badly. Elizabeth was in the middle of packing when she got a phone call.

"Hello?"

There was complete silence on the other end. "Hello?" Elizabeth waited some more. "I'm hanging up." Elizabeth slammed the receiver down and continued packing.

Elizabeth's thoughts turned to Will. He was defiantly a hard man, he showed her no mercy when he was asking his questions, he didn't allow her a break, and in a sense she resented it, resented him. To Elizabeth, Will had a sense of protection, she knew if she were ever in trouble he would protect her, but she felt exploited, and felt as though Will hadn't cared.

However, it was good to share this with someone. Only Elizabeth, her parents, and the killer knew about the attack. Elizabeth shuttered at the thought of him being near her. Elizabeth threw her favorite pair of jeans into the bag and zipped it up. She would be all ready to leave tomorrow and get her mind off things.

Elizabeth then jumped at the sound of her car alarm going crazy. Elizabeth raced down the stairs and picked up her keys off the kitchen counter. Now weary, Elizabeth walked to the front door with her gun in hand. She lived in a fairly secluded area and it was unlikely someone was trying to steal her car, and there was no way an animal could have set it off in any way.

Elizabeth opened the front door and walked down the steps. She glanced around the night and saw nothing, heard nothing. Elizabeth sighed and blamed her paranoia on her nerves.

Elizabeth then heard a crackle and a searing pain in her right shoulder. Elizabeth gasped in pain as she ducked down. Elizabeth grabbed her arm and ran back into the house and slammed the door shut.

Elizabeth immediately went to the kitchen picked up the phone and dialed 911. "911 what's your emergency?"

"This is Special Agent Elizabeth Swann. I am at two-oh-two Turtle's Neck Road, there have been shots fired and I have been hit, please send local police and an ambulance." Elizabeth hung up the phone and stared at the front door as she stayed hidden by her cabinets.

Elizabeth glanced at her shoulder and saw the blood. As she turned and looked at her shoulder she got a look in the bay window in her kitchen. Camouflaged into the night, he stood watching her, waiting for her.

He smashed the glass open and dove for Elizabeth. Elizabeth started to get up and run when he caught her ankle and pulled her down. He yanked her down so hard and so fast that her gun sputtered across the tile floor and made a thud with the wall. Elizabeth fought and kicked the man in black, and Elizabeth knew, she knew it was him.

Elizabeth screamed as she saw the knife again. The same damn one. He raised it and lightly ran across her stomach with it. Blood seeped out from the very small wound. He then picked up the back of her head and smashed it into the tile floor.

Elizabeth reeled with pain as she realized her was going to do it again. He got up and off her. Elizabeth was so much in pain she couldn't even feel the kicks to the ribs and stomach she was getting.

"You're the one who got away." He said heavily into her ear. "I want to make this slow."

Elizabeth then brought her leg up and kicked the back of his knees. He tumbled to the ground and cursed. Elizabeth got to her feet dizzily and grabbed the butcher knife that was in the dish drain.

They spared off, however, it was short lived. Soon sirens were blaring in the distance and he took off. Elizabeth watched the back door clatter open and close and watched him run. Too hurt to run after him Elizabeth fell to the floor, leaned her head against the kitchen cabinets and waited.

POTC

"You're lucky Agent Swann." The EMT said as he bandaged Elizabeth's arm up. "The bullet didn't hit anything of value."

"Tell that to my arm." The EMT then looked at her stomach.

"Your stomach wound doesn't look like it will need stitches, but you will need to go to the hospital to get that bullet out of your arm." He smiled real big. "And you probably have a concussion since you haven't been able to focus on my eyes all night."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "An overnight stay?"

"Yup." He leaned back. "Has the detective gotten your statement?"

"Yes. I am waiting for my boss."

"Yikes, do you go down in FBI points if you got your ass kicked?"

Elizabeth looked up and saw Will striding over to her. He had a look of anger and annoyance on his face, and worry. "What the hell happened?" He barked.

"Please don't yell, I have a horrible headache." Elizabeth said touching the side of her head.

"Was it him?" Will said more softly sitting beside her on the tailgate of the ambulance.

Elizabeth looked into his eyes hazily. "Yes."

Will blew out a big puff of air and looked at her. "He hurt you bad." He looked at her bandaged shoulder and bleeding stomach. "You're going to the hospital."

"Yes, I have to get the bullet removed. The EMT seems to think I have a concussion, so they'll keep me for observations." Elizabeth then closed her eyes as the EMT helped her into the stretcher.

"I'll meet you there." Will said. Before Elizabeth could protest the doors swung shut and the siren blared.

POTC

"How are you feeling?" Jack said when he saw Elizabeth.

"What are you doing here?" Elizabeth sat up in her hospital bed. "It's after hours."

Jack simply pulled out his badge and waved it at her. "I wager it's the same reason why Will is still here." Elizabeth then nodded.

"I'm fine. The bullet is gone, and I have plenty of drugs, so not much of anything else is hurting."

"What the hell is going on Elizabeth?" Jack sat down and listened intently as Elizabeth told him everything. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"You think the Bureau would have taken me with this tiny bit of info?"

"I guess your right." Jack then looked up as Will walked into the room. "I leave her with you for a few weeks and the poor girl is laid up in a hospital bed."

"Guess I am a pretty bad partner." Will smiled. They all laughed, even Elizabeth who was in pain, she put on a straight face.

Elizabeth then glanced at the doorway and swallowed. "Dad?"