Author's Note: I'll try and add another chapter tomorrow, but I don't know, I have a training camp tomorrow for a drama camp that I'm helping with this summer. So, I won't make any promises, but I'll try.

Chapter 6: Complications Arose Part II

Will returned to the seventh floor of his apartment complex with a small stack of folders and a twelve inch pizza box.

He struggled to open the door with his full arms, but finally managed and found his apartment completely dark.

"Elizabeth?" He said to the darkness, but no one answered him. "Elizabeth?" He flipped the light switch on with his shoulder and set his things down on the makeshift kitchen table.

"Elizabeth?" Will walked through the doorway and into the living area. There he saw Elizabeth curled up on the couch and, leaning over her he softly shook her shoulder.

She jumped and opened her eyes, blinking sleepily at him.

"Hey," he smiled at her.

"Hey," Elizabeth stretched. "What time is it?"

"Eight- come on, I bought dinner."

"You didn't have to."

Will laughed. "Well, you may not be hungry, but I have to eat something." He went to the kitchen.

"Oh-" she looked at her hands. "Sorry, that was kind of selfish."

"No, it's fine," Will returned from the kitchen with the pizza box and the stack of files, both of which he laid on the dull, brown coffee table.

Elizabeth sat up, pulling the sleeve of her sweater back over her shoulder where it had slid down.

Will sat next to her and opened the pizza box. "I got you a salad." He pulled out a small salad and a small dressing. "And pizza if you want some."

"Thanks."

As Elizabeth poured the dressing over her salad Will opened the first folder which was generally small.

"Now," Will began, "James Norrington is very hard to research. Partially because he hasn't been American for his entire life. Also because he doesn't live in the city, and James Norrington is not his real name. Which makes him thrice as hard to research." Will paused taking in Elizabeth's socked expression. "James has been under the WPP; witness protection program. He witnessed a crime done by Mr. Hector Barbossa, however there are holes in the story and I have reason to believe that he actually assisted Mr. Barbossa in this crime."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows.

"The police have certain connections with the WPP and I was able to find out that his name was John Davis. His occupation was a hairstylist for the singer Maria Hamilton. I dug back into his past and found that Cuttler Beckett, who was in trade, was James' friend in school. It was said that the two were inseperable and Beckett's cousin was Hector Barbossa. When the crime occured a security camera caught Hector Barbossa and a mysterious man with black hair and what appeared to be blue eyes. But the hair was deffinate. Fortunately after the death of his cousin, Beckett moved to Manhattan to escape further interrogations. Bringing with him a photograph that was later confiscated by the police after his mysterious murder shortly after his arrival in New York. Beckett was found dead, face down, shot through the heart, clutching this picture in his hand." Will pulled a picture out of the folder and held it up for Elizabeth to see. "That's Beckett," He pointed to a boy with brown hair and brown eyes. "The boy next to him is a mystery," he pointed to the other boy who was slightly taller and leaner than Beckett, he had blonde hair and bright green eyes. "There was a search for him that went on for two years, but five years ago they gave up. I was able to persuade the secretary at the WPP office to fax John Davis' information to me."

Will pulled another piece of paper out of another folder and held it up so that Elizabeth could read it as well.

"Apparently John Davis' name wasn't the only thing he changed." He began to read off the list. "Height- six feet. Weight- one-hundred and eighty pounds. Then there's shoe size, ethnicity, finger prints," he faded off. "But what really caught me was that it sounds exactally like James, however, hair color- light, sandy blonde and eye color-green."

"What?" Elizabeth nearly choked on her salad.

"It appears that John Davis broke free of the witness protection program, keeping his false identity, but changing his hair color and eye color."

"But..." Elizabeth trailed off. "He's never dyed his hair, I would have know, and he doesn't wear contacts..."

"Apparently, being a hair stylist came in handy." Will commented.

"But..." Elizabeth didn't know what to say.

"He's a master of diguise, Elizabeth. Which makes him even more dangerous." Will put in.

Silence followed this conclusion.

"What was Hector Barbossa's crime?" She whispered.

Will stared at her for a moment and she met his gaze. "Rape," he finally answered. "Rape of John's client, Miss. Maria Hamilton."

Elizabeth looked away as though she had guessed it. "And... and it was caught on tape?" She whispered, her voice barely audible, remebering what Will had said earlier.

Will nodded.

"Did... you watch it?"

"I had to." A very grim expression crossed Will's face.

"Was it horrible?" She met Will's intent gaze.

Will noticed that Elizabeth had stopped eating.

"It only showed me what I needed to know." Will answered. "And that it was something that I'd give my life for not to happen to you again, not like that..." He drifted off not wanting to bring back the horrible memories.

Elizabeth stared at her hands, not knowing how to respond.

"Barbossa was there, and so was John Davis... but he was tied up, unable to help Miss. Hamilton. And the black haired man that assisted Barbossa, I believe was Beckett with his hair dyed by Jam-John."

Elizabeth nodded numbly, trying to wrap her mind around the story.

"After five years, Barbossa was released from prison and his first act was to kidnap Miss. Hamilton. This is where the story gets fuzzy. The night Miss. Hamilton was kidnapped, security surrounded her. There had to be and inside man whom, I guess was James. But no one ever reported seeing Barbossa on the property, yet Miss. Hamilton disappeared. James, John, whatever, was woken from his sleep at 3 AM to help search for Miss. Hamilton. But by the time they found her she had been dead for several hours."

"And Barbossa?" Elizabeth pressed, still looking at her hands.

"Barbossa was found, dead, shot through the heart in his London flat. And next to his body was the body of Miss. Hamilton..." Will breathed deeply. "She had been raped and abused so much that her body was unrecognizable. It took testing to figure out who it was."

"You saw the pictures of evidence?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes..." Will sighed. "The theory was that Barbossa had raped and beat her and she shot him just before she died. The police called it a poetic justice." He paused thinking. "But if James had been there, he could have raped Miss. Hamilton first and then shot Barbossa, placing the gun Miss. Hamilton's hand."

"How did you find all of this information?" Elizabeth's mind was spinning trying to keep up.

"I had a strong will."

Will saw that Elizabeth had still hardly touched her salad and was staring at her hands again.

He reached over and grabbed one of her hands and held it between his. "Hey," he whispered.

Elizabeth looked up at him, a few tears rolled down her face.

"Hey," he whispered again wiping her tears. "We're going to get through this. I'm going to help you through this, all right?"

Elizabeth sniffed and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, nodding. She sighed, frustrated at herself. "What's happening to me?

Will sighed, pulling her into his arms and hugging her. "It's all right." He whispered, rubbing her back.

Elizabeth broke into sobs, and clutching his shirt, she cried into his chest.

His attempts to calm her gradually worked, and eventually they pulled away and watched TV while Will ate. But Elizabeth never touched the rest of her salad for the remainded of the evening.

Around eleven o'clock, Will looked over at Elizabeth and saw that she had fallen asleep

Carefully and quietly he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the spare bedroom. Gently, so as not to wake her, he laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her.

"Will?" Elizabeth whispered, grabbing his hand.

He inwardly cursed himself for waking her up.

"Are you leaving me?"

"I have to get up and go to work in the morning. I'm just going to be in the next room." He answered.

"I know you like me." Elizabeth whispered sleepily. "I've known since we were young."

Will was listening intently to her now.

"And I never forgot about you helping me escape that night. But I have to ask, do you still like me?"

Will swallowed hard, choosing his words carefully. "Elizabeth, now would be a very inappropriate time to answer that question." Will answered honestly.

"Why?" Elizabeth whispered.

"Because, I don't want to play with your mind like James loves to do."

"Thank you Will, you're very sweet." Elizabeth's eye lids started to flutter closed.

"Thank you." Will answered and with a faint smile, Elizabeth drifted to sleep.

Author's note: Fear not you long awaiting Jack Sparrow fans, next chapter his presence is known!!!!!! yay! an again, no promises, but i'll deffinately try to update tomorrow!