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Truth be told, Will felt horrible. The look in her eyes were of fear, and he never once thought she would be fearful, of him. He felt as if he were the one that attacked her. Will swiveled in his seat and sighed. This case was so convoluted he didn't know who to trust. Elizabeth he could trust, but Eveyln Swann, no he didn't trust her, she was hiding something, something important and didn't want to tell her daughter. General Weatherby Swann, defiantly not, he was as slippery as a snake, no he didn't trust General Swann. The big revelation was the fact that Will didn't trust the President. Will could tell that Evelyn and Weatherby were hiding things to protect Elizabeth, even Weatherby, who, Will noticed had concerned looks for Elizabeth. The President was somewhat rude toward his daughter, wanted to hear nothing of it, yet not implicating anyone, when he had the perfect opportunity to point the blame at Weatherby.

Will felt sick with all the possibilities whirling in his head. Will closed his eyes, tonight he would make up with Elizabeth.

POTC

"Not on file."

"What does that mean?" Elizabeth asked the tech who just came back with a negative on the DNA.

"Either he is a foreigner, which would corroborate the cigarette we found. Or he could be military, highly classified." Elizabeth sighed, the later was probably true.

"Alright. I am going to take this over to Agent Sparrow, see what he can tell me." Elizabeth picked up the plastic evidence bag and began walking to Jack's office.

"Come in." Elizabeth heard him bellow as she knocked.

"Hey Elizabeth! Where have you been?"

"Busy on a case." Elizabeth smiled then plopped the bag on his desk. "You're the head of the ATF, tell me about this cigarette."

Jack picked up the bag and investigated it. "Rare, expensive…political."

"Political?"

"These are usually given to guests of the President of France. You can see some emblem here that has been burned off." Jack showed her. "What's this about?"

Elizabeth told him everything. When she was finished she sighed and nearly broke down in tears. "However with your information I think I can follow it…" Elizabeth looked at Jack. "You've been a big help."

"Anytime Elizabeth." Jack then looked her straight in the eyes. "You should give Will a chance."

Elizabeth closed her eyes. "I know, but, I never let anyone…"

"Elizabeth, I've known Will for a while. He's a good guy, he won't hurt you. Elizabeth, if you take anything away from me, you should take this…" Jack cleared his throat. "Life is somewhat in a nutshell? You've heard that before right?" At Elizabeth's nod, Jack continued. "In my opinion, life isn't worth living in a damn shell."

POTC

Elizabeth was in a local library. She had a hunch, and usually her hunches were spot on. She was flying through papers in France…and surprisingly she found the President had been there several times in the past year…however, there were images of her father, even some of her…standing along each and every President for the past twenty five years. Elizabeth scrutinized every photo…and she knew she had something, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

"Can I help you with something?"

Elizabeth turned to see the librarian looking down at her. "Yes, I want to print all of these pictures…"

"That's a lot of pictures." The older man frowned. "How about a CD? I can get them all on there, and it's cheaper than printing them all out. Just give me a second."

"Thank you." Elizabeth smiled, stood up and stretched.

After a good ten minutes the librarian returned. "Here you go."

"Thank you so much, you're a saint." Elizabeth smiled and turned to walk out. As Elizabeth got in her car her cell phone rang. She looked at the ID, it was Will.

"Agent Swann."

"Elizabeth, listen, I need you to get down to the office."

Elizabeth's face paled. "What happened?"

"The psycho moved, he's in Boston. We are going to head up there now to investigate."

"Will, just meet me at the airport."

"Sure." They both hung up and Elizabeth revved her engine. Why had he moved? Boston in particular…and then something hit her. He had a pattern.