(A/N) Here we go!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

"Let's run through this again." Captain Washburn bellowed in his big voice. Will rolled his eyes, Elizabeth had told her story seven times, and within the seven times her story did not change, there were no discrepancies.

Will watched Elizabeth look at him, she was tired, and broken…she needed to go home. "Captain Washburn, I have told you my story…I want to go home." Elizabeth said in the strongest voice she could muster.

Will was angry at Washburn, merely because she was the Governor's daughter was he being extra thorough, too thorough, she was a rape victim, she needed time and space. "I understand that Ms. Swann, but we have to be thorough."

"You have my written and verbal statement. I am going home." Elizabeth felt tears sting the back of her eyes. She needed to shower.

"Well, then I'll have one of our officers take you home." Washburn said casting Will an ignorant look.

"No Captain Washburn, Detective Turner can take me home."

"Ms. Swann, I assure you…"

Elizabeth rose from her chair and slammed her fists on the table. "Captain Washburn, Detective Turner will take me home! I am tired and I need to shower! I can still smell the bastard on me!" Elizabeth screamed with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Come on Elizabeth, I'll take you home." Will took her by the shoulders before Captain Washburn could make an even bigger fool of himself.

"I'm sorry." Elizabeth said once they were in the car.

"For what?" Will asked.

"That outburst, it was really unnecessary."

"No, don't apologize." Will buckled his seatbelt.

"I don't remember his face." Elizabeth said as she shook her head. "I don't know what he looks like." Elizabeth shuttered slightly. "I don't recognize the voice...I don't remember it."

"You blacked out, most victims do…but eventually regain certain tidbits."

"Victim, that's what I am now." Elizabeth said sniffling. "What are you thinking?"

"About the case?"

"Yes."

"Elizabeth, I'm not sure if I should tell you. You're a victim, not the defense."

"Will, I trust you to be honest with me."

Will looked at her. "Honestly, in my mind there are three suspects…"

"Three?"

"Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa or someone from his organization, or James Norrington."

"It could be random." Elizabeth hated the idea that it was someone she knew.

"Usually not. We are going to have to establish an alibi for James, and Jack…Hector may be a bit more tricky…" Will looked over and saw she was crying so he stopped.

"Jack didn't do this."

"How can you be sure?"

"I sent him to the Copley after his acquittal. I told him to lay low for a few days." Elizabeth sniffed. "James is the District Attorney…he couldn't…"

"Elizabeth I am just trying to go through every possibility." Will said as he pulled into her street and parked.

Elizabeth opened the car door and walked to her door. Will stepped out and followed her. "Elizabeth, Hector Barbossa bothers me." Will said as she touched the top of the frame of the door and pulled out a key.

"He bothers me too." Elizabeth opened the door to her apartment.

"No, I think he may come after you." Elizabeth whirled around. "Elizabeth I don't think it's wise for me to leave you here alone."

"What do you suggest?" Elizabeth asked.

"Me staying until your father and his entourage gets here." Will said. Hector Barbossa was a dangerous man, and Will knew even if he wasn't behind her rape, he would sure come after her, to hurt her, perhaps even kill her.

"That's fine." Elizabeth mumbled and disappeared into a room. Will then heard the shower begin to run.

Will ran his hand through his hair. Whether or not Barbossa was after her, Elizabeth was in trouble. She needed someone to lean on, and she had turned to him. Their meeting before was short, she had interviewed him and questioned him on the stand. He found that she was intelligent, and very dedicated to her job. She also had a nose for sniffing out liars and good cops, while tearing apart the bad cops who didn't do their job. Anything to get her client free, she would do, it was her job, and she was pretty damned good at it. Cops hated her, she tore apart evidence and cases regularly, but Will, and perhaps a few other cops respected her. She kept them on their toes, and even Will himself was a bit defensive when he first met her almost a year ago.

"Detective Turner, I'm Elizabeth Swann, I am representing…" Will watched her walk into the station in her black suit, looking ready to kill.

"Ms. Swann I know who you are." Will said shortly.


"Good, I have a few questions to ask you. Where can we sit?" Elizabeth looked around the station. Will looked at her and thought she was the best looking woman he had ever seen, her eyes were gorgeous, a piercing hazel he had never seen before.

"Not here. I am busy on a case."

"Well, if you won't talk with me..."

"I didn't say that."

"Well, Detective Turner, I suggest you make yourself a bit more clear please." Elizabeth said as she leaned against his desk. "I'll be waiting." She started whistling.

Will smiled. "Alright we can go for a walk."

Elizabeth looked at him. "That's fine, just please call me Elizabeth, Ms. Swann makes me sound old." She said with an engaging smile.


"Fair enough, I'm Will, no detective in front of it…it makes me sound old."

That walk lasted for over an hour with the all of her questions answered, and perhaps a bit more. The next time they spoke to each other was on the stand, and after that it was passing glances and smiles when she had to go interview another officer.

Now he was investigating her rape. Somehow Will felt guilty, incredibly guilty for letting this happen to her. Although none of it his fault, Will just felt if he had enough guts…if he had had the courage to ask her out to dinner, he had a feeling he would have protected her from this. Will shook the thought from his head, he had met the woman a few times, that was it.

The door to her bedroom clicked open and she emerged in a black velour track suit and her hair twisted in a towel to dry in. "Do you want something to drink?" She walked into the kitchen.

"No, I'm alright." Will said. He followed her into the kitchen.

He watched her pull out a glass and fill it with water. She was thinking, her mind and body going back to last night. Slowly the glass slipped out of her hand and it crashed and shattered on the floor.

"Elizabeth?" Will noticed she hadn't looked down to the glass. He reached over and touched her wrist.

She pulled her hand back with such a force that she lost her balance and plunked down to the floor. Will got down on his haunches in front of her. "I'm so tired." Elizabeth mumbled as she looked at him, but she was looking past him, she was speaking with him, but she wasn't here with him.

"I'll clean this up…you need to rest." Will said.

"Yes, your right." Elizabeth slowly got to her feet and walked back to her bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Will sighed, she was just as broken as the glass.

(A/N) Here you are, you got some of what happened during there first meeting, Next chapter, you meet the Governor.