A/N: Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

Two months later

"Give me a call when you get those results." Will put down the phone. He was on another murder case, a murder of a health care worker. The young woman was shot to death and found in an alley off of Cambridge street. This case was just a few weeks old, and Will had no leads. The young woman was a radiology technician and just coming off a long shift, she was seen walking into the parking lot, and never seen again, until a city worker found her body.

Will rubbed his temples as he glanced up at the clock. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, almost quitting time. The door to the prescient opened and Elizabeth walked in. Will tried not to notice, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He missed her, since he hadn't spoken to her in two months, they both had moved on, her with her work, and his with his own.

She walked by him, catching a passing glance, and a slight nod of her head, of acknowledgement. She walked past him and sat in front of the desk behind him, where her chair was right behind his. "How are you Miss Swann?" Detective Dustin Starr asked.

"I'm doing well Detective. I am here looking for the police reports for the Franklin case, and I also want to set up a time to meet with you to discuss your testimony."

"Sure. I'm not busy tonight if your not. We could discuss it over dinner." Will rolled his eyes and nearly lunged over the desk and strangled Dustin.

"Detective Starr, let's keep this professional. I'm looking to get my client a fair deal, not a date." Will smiled, shot down.

"Sometime before the trial."

"I won't be around next week, how about the following Friday?"

"That's fine."

"Thank you Detective." Elizabeth stood up and shook Starr's hand and started walking out.

"Elizabeth, wait!" Will caught up to Elizabeth outside. She slowly turned around. "I just wanted to ask how you were doing."

"Well, you were listening weren't you?"

"No, I mean yes…of course Elizabeth. Dustin Starr is the biggest pig on the force, he would ask a broom stick out to dinner if he could."

"I don't you need to watch me anymore."

"That doesn't mean I stop caring."

Elizabeth sighed as she moved her briefcase from one hand to another. "We agreed that we would move on that something like this wouldn't happen."

"I believe you decided what was happening Elizabeth not me. I had a different set of plans for us." Will looked her in the eye.

"Will, this is my last case."

"What?" Will asked.

"The Franklin case is my last. I've decided to quit my job at the Public Defender's office and put my time into my mother's charity." Elizabeth sighed and looked over her shoulder. "I'm taking a break next week, I am tired and the law isn't what it once was for me. James is still out there, they haven't found a body, and I believe they just aren't looking hard enough."

"Elizabeth we're looking. It isn't that…"

"Will, I know better than you that they found Barbossa's body and that was that. It would have been a big PR fiasco if they pointed the blame at James just like I told them. James got away with ripping my life to shreds because the law wasn't enough for anyone in this department." Elizabeth pointed to the prescient. "Now, they are harping on Jack? Why? He did nothing but help me out, help you, and he's getting the short end of the stick. Jack doesn't deserve the treatment he's getting, and neither should I."

"Elizabeth I'm not trying to argue with you, but it's not like we are…"

"Will, out of all the people here, I didn't think you would lie to me. You're just falling in line with the rest of them. My father can't even defend them, so much so that he has given up. And you know what Will, I have too."

"You love what you do…you get innocent people off of bull charges…Elizabeth…"

"Will, I have to go. I have a plane to catch."

"Where are you going?" Will kept up with her as she walked to her car.

"That's not your concern."

"What if we find James alive?"

"I'll be really very far away." Elizabeth got into her car.

"Elizabeth, please, just trust me."

Elizabeth looked up at him. "I do Will. I trust you more that I trust anyone else in the world, but I don't trust anyone else, and least of all myself, and that is the problem, my problem." She slammed the car door, started the Mercedes and took off.

WEWEWE

James slinked back into the shadows as he spotted Will follow Elizabeth out of the Police station. Now, if he just knew what they were arguing about, then, he would be able to find the best time to go after her. James knew she no longer lived at her apartment, and that she wasn't at Turner's apartment either.

James saw Will turn around in defeat and walk back into the station. James then ran to the curb and hailed a taxi. "Follow the Mercedes."

"Which one?" James saw three in the traffic ahead.

"The black one." James sat back and watched Elizabeth turn onto the Southeast expressway…a large smile spread over his face…this was going to be too easy.