Tricking the Devil: Chapter Five-You owe me
By: Too Lazy
What can I say I was really motivated with this story that I finished this chapter sooner then expected. You know the drill PLEASE read and review. To those who did the last chapter you have my greatest gratitude.
The next morning Elizabeth got up and dressed in her work clothes as she could not take the day off but managed to get a later shift.
Although she was quite cold in the mini skirt as the weather had been oddly chilly that morning. Not to mention she had been waiting across the street of Jack Sparrows' building since six thirty in the morning just to make sure she would catch him.
What was I thinking? Elizabeth sulked as she pulled her hoody a little more around her.
She would have just gone inside Jack Sparrow's complex but the place was like a fortress, all gated, keypad and keycard locked. She could have broken in easily enough but the main entrance was out in public view, her breaking in would only cause her unwanted grief.
Taking a sip of the tea she had ordered from a local café and wishing that he would leave his flat so she could see what he did before she would approach and persuade him to give the money back…if he didn't then she could deal with that situation too.
Thinking of the Devil, Jack Sparrow came down the front stone steps of the building jumping the last three before in daring move ran across the street managing to avoid the oncoming traffic and causing several motorist to screech to a halt and honk at him. Jack just gave a cheery wave to the angry motorist before continuing his destination the café and no less in the direction of Elizabeth herself who was sitting on a bench.
Elizabeth pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose and pulled her hood a bit more over her head while sipping her tea pretending to stare across the street with as much aloofness as possible. Jack went into the café with out sparing a glance at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was not sure why but she was rather annoyed at that.
He disappeared inside for a few minutes before reappearing with a croissant with chocolate and almonds sprinkled on top. As he was walking past he stopped, momentarily, and gave Elizabeth a little wink and then kept walking. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, although that annoyed feeling of being ignored by him was gone and a tiny smile appeared on her face.
He walked to the corner of the street and hailed a cabbie. Elizabeth looked at her watch it was ten-seventeen. Getting up she to hailed a cabbie and instructed him to follow Jack at a safe but reasonable distance and the cabbie was more then happy to at the money Elizabeth was holding up.
The drive was around thirty minutes long taking them to the warehouse district of east London. Jack got off in front of a rather new looking warehouse and his cabbie drove off.
Jack disappeared down an alleyway; a slight jaunt in his step.
Elizabeth told her cabbie to keep driving for a moment before stopping and then instructed him to wait for her.
Elizabeth then walked to the warehouses and went down the same alleyway Jack did only he is nowhere in sight. The very end was blocked off by a gate with barbed wire lining the top.
Where'd he go? Elizabeth thought, quickly looking around for any other alleyways or doors.
Elizabeth knew Jack could have not of gotten far but before she could figure out where he had gone off to gun shots rang out. They were coming from the building on the right side.
A few seconds later Jack emerged from the building out of breath. In one hand he was running with a black leather suitcase and in the other held a ten millimeter GLOCK twenty pistol.
"You again? What the bloody hell are you following me for?" Jack questioned as he approached Elizabeth. Elizabeth was ecstatic to note that at least he was not pointing the gun at her.
"I know I'm good lookin' but no need to stalk love." Jack gave Elizabeth a pitiful look and Elizabeth was affronted at his patronizing tone.
"Not what I was doing you son of a…" Elizabeth took a sudden grasp of Jack's shoulders and pulled him to the floor with her. Just in time as two bullets zoomed where their heads used to be. The angry man who had fired the shots tried again only his gun was empty.
Jack fired his own gun and the man ran back inside the warehouse.
Time was limited.
Jack handed Elizabeth the brief case and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him.
"Come along love, we can continue conversation of your fetish of me in a less hazardous location." They ran from the alleyway.
"Whatever!" Elizabeth snapped and pulled Jack towards her waiting cab.
"Jack Sparrow!" The angry man shouted and fired another round; it hit Jack just as he was getting in the cab.
"Drive!" Elizabeth shouted at the cabbie that did not have to be told twice and sped off. The angry man was soon out of sight.
Jack began to take off his coat and Elizabeth helped, Jack taking notice smiled at her. "Can't wait to get me out of my clothes eh?"
Elizabeth gave him a glance before being less then careful pulled off the coat and pulling back the sleeve of his once white shirt which was now stained with blood and dirt. The crimson blood trickled down his fore arm making his sparrow tattoo less then visible.
Elizabeth taking off her hoody cleaned the blood from his arm and around the wound reveling that the bullet had only grazed Jack; there would be no need for a hospital.
"Just a graze you'll be fine." Elizabeth informed, pulling his sleeve back down.
"You a doctor Love?" Jack asked placing his gun in the pocket of his coat.
"No my ex," Elizabeth sighed, "the man who I wish was my ex is a registered nurse. I picked up a few things." Elizabeth said nonchalant before turning to the driver. "Seven hundred quid, off the record if you drop us off where you picked me up earlier."
"Want to be your ex?" Jack repeated as Elizabeth sat back, he had a small smile on his face despite the pain in his arm. Elizabeth had a feeling it was not his first bullet wound.
"Yeah." Elizabeth said quietly not even sure why she had told Jack anything. The rest of the trip back was in silence.
When they arrived in front of Jack's building Elizabeth handed the cabbie seven hundred quid and the cabbie took off. Both Jack and Elizabeth had a feeling he was not going to be working in that neighborhood again.
"You're paying me back." Elizabeth said as she followed Jack up to his flat carrying the brief case for him.
"Yes dear." Jack said opening the door to his home and once inside Elizabeth set to work on his wound using what she could find in his apartment.
"Well love can I have your name or…ow bloody hell!" Jack yelled as Elizabeth poured vodka on his wound. "Waste of liquor!" Jack accused; Elizabeth shrugged in response.
"You had this lying around for years and it was all I could find to clean the wound." She placed the still mostly full bottle on the table. Jack nodded sullenly as she was right; the bottle had been a gift from Gibbs when he moved in the place: that was four years ago.
"My name is Elizabeth Swann by the way." Elizabeth had no real clue why she gave him her real name and she did not want to know.
"'Lizbeth, that's nice name love." Jack replied a devilish smile on his face as he watched Elizabeth.
"You stole money from my boyfriend and I would like it back." Elizabeth explained taking a seat near Jack and wiping the excess blood and alcohol away before applying gauze to his wound. She had to admit Jack had nice arms, not to muscled but not to stringy either.
"You mean the one who you wish was an ex-boyfriend." Jack said, then noting her little bit more then friendly caress of his arm smirked, "Well you can't help wanting to leave you bloke after having met me." Jack shrugged and Elizabeth pulled tightly on the gauze making Jack flinch in pain.
"Easy on the goods darlin'." Jack reprimanded while Elizabeth finished her work and stood up to clean the small mess that had gathered on the table, Jack followed her to the kitchen.
"Can I ask you something?" Jack inquired while fixing his sleeve and did not let Elizabeth answer his question. "Why come after me for this bloke when you have no interest in him?"
Elizabeth threw out the trash and turned to Jack who waited patently for her answer.
"Because." She answered lamely turning away facing the sink and washed her hands just for something to do. In her head the real reason was because she had made the mistake of telling Will everything about herself, and now she lived in fear he would betray her to the cops.
"Because is not a sentence or an answer 'Lizabeth." Jack quipped.
Elizabeth turned around to retort but stopped as Jack was standing only a few inches in front of her. Apparently Jack knew nothing of personal space.
"He has something on you." Jack stated and Elizabeth's doe brown eyes widen in surprise.
"How did you know?" Elizabeth asked, her back hitting the counter and she found her self trapped between Jack Sparrow and a hard place.
'Not a bad place to be.' The naughty part of her mind supplied and Elizabeth pushed away the thought immediately.
"Well in the years I have been a conman no mark has ever found me," Jack's face was dangerously close to hers, all she had to do was tilt her head and their lips would meet.
"Secondly," Jack continued, "You have a lot more currency then what is normal for a waitress working at a tourist pub." Jack reached around Elizabeth and pulled two glasses from the dish rack next to the sink, before pulling back and moving to the other counter.
Elizabeth let out a slow breath; she had been holding it in. She also cursed her stupidity of wearing her work clothes and that if she did not leave soon she was going to be late.
Jack pulled out a bottle of rum from a cabinet and sat himself on the counter pouring the amber liquid into each glass and held one out to Elizabeth. She took it.
She took a sip for courage before speaking again, "You have great perception of the human being Mr. Sparrow but the fact remains I want the money back." She then took a deep drink of the rum and placed the glass in the sink.
Jack raised an eyebrow at her action.
"I'll be back tomorrow." Elizabeth said, she grabbed her ruined jacket from the table before tossing it in the garbage seeing that is was stained with blood and no longer salvageable. Jack hopped of the kitchen counter and followed Elizabeth to the front door.
"What happens if I don't give you the money in question love?" Jack took a drink from his glass watching Elizabeth carefully for a reaction.
Elizabeth opened the door, "Let us hope it does not come to that Mr. Sparrow."
Jack pushed the door shut, and Elizabeth faced him, "Now Elizabeth we have been shot at together so please call me Jack, but if you are insistent on using a title then it is Captain Sparrow savvy?"
Elizabeth could not suppress the smile that crossed her face.
"Fine Captain, Sparrow till tomorrow then." Jack nodded to her and with that she left his flat.
When she had left Jack had checked his suitcase only the few top bills had blood on them he was pleased. From his back pocket he pulled out Elizabeth's ID card.