(A/N) Thank you all so much for the reviews! I am surprised that this is the first time most of you have read a Modern WE. I admit, I kind of like the modern twist, but most moderns are in JE form, which I also like, so I figured since I gave the JE twist a try, why not WE? I am a huge reader, everyone between James Patterson, Nelson DeMille, and my all time favorite Catherine Coulter. These authors manage to put out a good thriller, but get the emotional impact, Catherine Coulter's FBI series, I totally recommend to anyone who's into a good read. James Patterson, at least for a guy, rights a woman's point of view splendidly.

I do live in the Great State of Massachusetts, therefore, since I've barely been out of the state, need to include it in my modern fic! Hello Boston is the best city in the entire world! Its got that New York feel, yet its still homey.

This chapter's rating is up there, there is a graphic seen…but its relevant to the story as you'll soon find out. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own potc!

Elizabeth zipped up her jacket as she inhaled the frosty cold air. After her drinks with James, she realized it was still early in the evening, enough time for a jog. She jogged away from her Beacon Hill apartment and started towards Tremont street. She often wondered as she jogged along the Common Gardens, what even happened to the benefit of the doubt, faith in your fellow man. Apparently no one had faith in anyone anymore.

Elizabeth picked up the pace as she went through the North end. She reached the Coast Guard station, and turned around. Hector Barbossa had hounded her for months, he wanted her to become his legal counsel, for three times her annual salary. She refused, she wouldn't defend a man who could afford a lawyer, she was a public defender, he knew she defended those who couldn't.

Elizabeth then felt someone behind her. Elizabeth glanced back…and pumped her legs as fast as they would carry her.

The man dressed completely in black grabbed her and pulled her into an alley, covering her mouth, preventing her from screaming. "You made a huge mistake."

Elizabeth felt herself stiffen with fear. "You are such a pretty thing, I hate doing this to you." Elizabeth started sobbing, she didn't want to die.

He took out a piece of cloth and gagged her mouth. He then pushed her deeper into the alley, and onto the floor. She saw the glitter of the gun in the moonlight. But what she had thought wasn't going to happen. He put the gun on top of a dumpster. He was unzipping his pants.

Elizabeth struggled to get up. "No, no, no, not getting up. You give me a hard time…well, I know your daddy…" Elizabeth stopped. No, he couldn't hurt her father. "So you're going to be a good girl for me…" He then proceeded to do the unthinkable.

Elizabeth's fingernails scraped the pavement and her insides burned with a pain that was immeasurable. Elizabeth's mind raced, please, just let him stop…an anger boiled in her…she was helpless…then she felt her world go dark.

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Elizabeth woke with a gnawing pain in her abdomen. After glancing around her she saw that the horrible nightmare was a reality. Elizabeth got her bruised body to its feet and looked at herself. Her clothes were ripped, her pants were around her ankles, everything was ripped up, even on the inside. She covered herself up as best as she could.

Everything was numb, except the anger. Elizabeth knew what she had to do…she had to get to the police. Elizabeth had seen too many women destroy evidence…no this couldn't happen to her, it would kill her. Elizabeth forgot where she was for a moment…then realized there was a police station not far away. It took Elizabeth everything she had in her, all of the strength she could muster to walk that distance.

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It was midnight and Will Turner was still at his desk, still working on his ridiculous case. The station was moderately quiet, except for a few shouts here and there. "Hey Turner, someone here looking for you!"

Will grumbled and got up from his desk. When he walked into the waiting area, he saw Elizabeth Swann, the Governor's daughter, the very remarkable woman, the remarkable public defender who got Jack Sparrow off of a long jail sentence.

"Elizabeth, what are you doing here? It's nearly midnight."

"Yes, I know…I…" He looked at her, she looked like she was roughed up. She usually was sleek and sophisticated, at least that's how he knew her when she defended a man that had murdered his wife…his case was airtight, she knew it.

"Elizabeth, why don't we…" He touched her shoulder, she jumped back. "Elizabeth…"

"Will, please, somewhere private." Will walked her into an empty interrogation room.

"Elizabeth, what happened?"

He watched her shake. "I went out for a drink with James tonight…"

"Did he rough you up?" Will didn't care he would kill the man.

"No, no. I went home and changed so I could go for a jog." Elizabeth closed her eyes. "Will, I was raped tonight."

Will jolted, and went right into detective mode. "Where did this happen Elizabeth?"

"The North End…I can't be sure where…"

"Elizabeth we have to get you to the hospital, there are tests and evidence they need to collect." Elizabeth nodded.

First and foremost she needed to be checked out. "Will, would you come with me?" She looked completely shattered.

"Yes." Will helped her to her feet. He saw tears fall from her eyes. "Why did you come to me?" Will asked.

"You handled that case so well…no one could have defended it."

"Yes but…"

"Will, I trust you." Elizabeth looked at him closely.

"Alright…" Will helped her out the station and into his car. He then drove her to Massachusetts General Hospital.

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Will made a phone call to his Captain explaining what was happening. Will watched as Elizabeth emerged in a pair of hospital scrubs.

"Detective…" The doctor handed him a brown bag and several clear plastic ones. All of the evidence was in these bags.

"Thank you." Will gave Elizabeth his jacket. "We have to go back to the station for questioning…"

"Have you called my father?"

"Yes, he is on his way home right away."

Will watched the remarkable woman succumb to pain and pure emotional torture as she finally began sobbing. Will let her lean on him, he wasn't going to let her down, he would find out who had done this to her.

(A/N) Now, if you can guess the dilemma Miss Swann is in...you'll realize why I had to have the character have something this horrible happen to her. I'll give you another chapter, simply because one goes in hand with the other.