Disclaimer: I do not own POTC!

"Here we are, home sweet home." Will said as he pulled up to his spacious home. Elizabeth looked at the two story home in marvel, it was so much like a home, warm and inviting. The house was two levels with a large wrap around porch and a landscaped front yard. Leading up to the door Elizabeth noted as she walked up the stoned walkway, was a row of impatients, in pinks, reds, oranges, and whites.

"You have a beautiful home."

"Thank you." Will held the door open for her. "I am going to show you to your room and you can change if you want." Will took the bag they got from her home and helped her up the stairs. "There is a bathroom off the bedroom, so I won't walk in on you."

Elizabeth giggled. "I bet your real disappointed about that."

Will just smiled and opened the door to a large room with a four post bed. The room had dark red walls and white trim. The comforter was black, as was the ebony furniture in it. Elizabeth realized this was a very masculine room. "Is this your bedroom?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I don't want to…"

"Elizabeth, take the room." Will said as he put the bag down on the bed. "I have a guest bedroom down the hall. If you need me I am just a holler away." Will smiled and closed the door behind him as he left.

Elizabeth glanced around the room. Suddenly she felt very cold, and very alone.

POTC

Her shoulder burned with pain and her stomach no better as Elizabeth was up, staring out her window at three am. Elizabeth felt sick and queasy as the pain medication began to take effect.

Elizabeth opened the door to her bedroom and walked down the stairs, into the kitchen and out the back porch.

Standing there, Elizabeth wrapped her one good arm around the other. The night, Elizabeth found, was peaceful, serene, and dangerous. At times she hated the night, hated the silence, the simple fact that no one was around for the danger.

Except her…that one time…

Elizabeth shook the thoughts from her mind. Looking into the woods behind Will's home she thought she saw movement.

Elizabeth froze. No, he couldn't know she was here.

Elizabeth rushed back inside the house and raced up the stairs. "Will!" Elizabeth banged on his door and threw it open.

"What? What is it!" Will sat up in bed startled reaching for his gun on the nightstand.

"There is someone outside the house, in the woods…I saw him."

Will looked at her strangely. He got up and looked out the window. "Elizabeth, that's the security I hired. I have a couple of men patrolling the perimeter of my home."

Elizabeth's jaw dropped. "I thought…why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to think you were a prisoner." Will then took her by the shoulders and lead her back to her bedroom. "Go back to sleep."

"I can't." Elizabeth said as a yawn developed in the back of her throat.

"Sure you can." Will smiled. Elizabeth looked at him. He was only wearing blue flannel pajama bottoms. Elizabeth herself was only wearing a white nightgown…she felt the heat rise in her cheeks.

"I'm sorry."

"No problem." Will then helped her into bed. "Just try and get some sleep."

Elizabeth watched him for a moment. "No, now I'm too scared." Then he did something she didn't think he would do. He actually got in bed with her.

"I'll stay here with you."

"Will, he's close…I can feel him."

Will pulled her closer. "I can feel your heartbeat."

Elizabeth remained silent. It was better that way.

POTC

"Will?" Elizabeth hollered down the hallway. "Button up my blouse please!" Elizabeth said as she struggled with her pants.

"You need a lot more help." Will walked over and buttoned up her blouse. "What about your pants?" Will said.

"Well, I…" Will smiled at her and zipped up her pants. Elizabeth trembled when his fingertips brushed her skin slightly.

"We're going to be late." Will helped her with her jacket and her sling.

The drive to their office was long and silent. "I got a call from the office early this morning."

"And?"

"We have an ID on one of the victims. Her name was Callie Summers, she was nineteen and very much loved."

"That family…" Elizabeth thoughts drifted.

"You're going to interview them."

"What? Now? They just found out their daughter is dead…"

"You will go. I'll be outside waiting."

"Why me?"

"They are angry…and you have insight into the mind of our serial killer. There may be something you can connect between you and Callie." Elizabeth nodded.

"What was her major?"

"Medicine." Elizabeth felt sick.

"There is your connection."

POTC

"I'm FBI Agent Elizabeth Swann, and I am conducting an investigation on your daughter's murder." Elizabeth said as a large and angry man opened the door. Towering at possibly six foot five, John Summers was huge.

"Please come in." He opened the door and Elizabeth immediately felt sorrow and sadness take over her as she heard wails and cries all around.

"I'm so sorry to intrude on a time like this, but I need some answers." Elizabeth sat down with John on a very comfortable couch.

"It's a tough time for us all. My wife Lila she is so messed up she can't function…Tommy, Callie's brother, is so pissed off he ain't even home no more." John sighed. "I want the bastard dead Agent Swann."

"I promise you he will be punished Mister Summers."

He stared at her for a moment. "Ask your questions."

"Do you know if Callie was dating anyone?"

"No, Callie was only concerned about school, she promised that's what she would concentrate on and she always kept her word." John sighed once again.

"Who were Callie's close friends?"

"A girl named Laura Winters." Elizabeth's brows curved. "Ya I know, Summers and Winters…they heard about that all the time." Elizabeth sat back and let him talk. "They were friends for a long time, got into the same Pre-med program…both smart, stayed out of trouble."

"Where is Laura?"

"Here, staying with my wife upstairs. Why are you asking these questions?"

"Mister Summers, to be perfectly honest, we believe that your daughter was a victim of a serial killer." John paled instantly. "We just need to connect the dots…"

"Son of a bitch!" John Summers roared in pure agony. Suddenly a small fair skinned blond woman came from the hallway.

"John! Our poor baby!" That, Elizabeth assumed was Lila Summers, who collapsed in her husbands arms.

Elizabeth got up silently and made her way to the front door when she saw a young looking girl. "Are you Laura Winters?"

The young girl with pretty auburn hair nodded. "Yes."

"Can I talk to you about Callie?"

"I actually have to talk to you." Laura brought Elizabeth out to the front porch of the home. Elizabeth saw Will jerk up from his lean against the car, but relaxed when she waved him off.

"What is it Laura?"

"I think I may know who did this." Elizabeth's heart leapt.

"Who?"

"I don't know this guy that was following us around all the time. He was creepy, you know, kinda grossed us out."

"Did he follow you for long?"

"Almost a month…then Callie…" Laura began to sob.

"If I brought in a sketch artist, could you be able to describe what he looks like?"

Laura nodded again, her full face and messy auburn hair bouncing up and down. "Yes, I could."

"Here." Elizabeth handed Laura her card. "Call me when you can."

Elizabeth then touched Laura affectionately on the shoulder as she turned to go back inside the house.

"What did you find out?" Will asked once she got inside the car.

"The family was a dead end…but Laura Winters…she says there was someone following them for about a month before Callie's death. She said she could describe him to a sketch artist." Elizabeth said as she put her head back.

"That's good, maybe our first solid lead."

"Maybe not."

"Why do you say so?"

"I don't think this guy would take the risk of getting caught." Elizabeth then closed her eyes. Not three seconds later they snapped back open. "He knows."

"He knows what?"

"He knows I am on this case!" Elizabeth bolted in her seat. "The son of a bitch wants to finish what he started."

Will didn't say anything. He looked grim. "I can protect you."

"That's not your job." Elizabeth said looking at him. "It's been a long day, I'll spring for dinner if you get me home."