(A/N) My newest Fic all, its another modern WE, however, I have said this is my last, but I have a really wonderful idea for a fic, and I'm going old school everyone! Back to Basics! Back to the time of Piracy and ships, and Commodores and RUM! It will pick up right after DMC. However I need a title and would love some suggestions.

Disclaimer: I do not own POTC!

"Come on Elizabeth…you know you're a pretty weak excuse for a girl if you ask me." Jack joked as he jogged along side her. "You are incredibly lucky that I am one of the Agents that will willingly waste my time on you."

"Please we all know you have no life." Elizabeth panted as she saw the marker for the last half mile.

"You don't have one either darling, so please lets not throw stones in glass houses." Jack snipped back. "Besides my life is rich."

"With work."

"Wait till you walk into you field office, that is, if they put you in one."

"Shut up." Elizabeth had about enough of Jack's bashing. They had jogged twenty four and a half miles, the twenty five mark was in her sights. Elizabeth's thighs burned with intense heat as she pushed her body even harder.

"Do you see it?" Jack asked as he followed her gaze.

"Yes."

"Then go for it." Elizabeth put her last bit of energy into the last quarter of a mile. Elizabeth crossed the marker and nearly collapsed.

"Well now, Miss Swann, you finally made it." Her instructor half laughed. "But in time. Congratulations."

"Good." Jack said as he slapped her back. "Now, we can go out and celebrate." Elizabeth looked at him and nearly wanted to throw up.

"No, it's time for ice and a bath."

She was done, this was the last part of her training. She was now, at least unofficially a Special Agent with the FBI, something she has strived for, something she has needed in order to survive.

POTC

"Six stab wounds in the upper left quadrant of the abdomen, completely made mince meat out of the poor girls' stomach. Four large slices were made around the heart, the aorta, the superior and inferior vena cava were severed, and the heart was removed." Forensic Specialist Lawrence Racine said as he gave his report to Will. "I used a rape kit, and as we suspected she was raped, in my estimation, pre, and post mortem. Time of death is approximately around midnight."

"All of the victims are around the age of seventeen to eighteen." Will said sadly.

"Although we have no name for our Jane Doe, I would estimate her age around there. There is one other thing I should tell you." Will looked startled.

"What?"

"Come a little closer." Lawrence folded down the white sheet. "On the anterior aspect of the body, there is a marking that you should look at." Will swallowed hard. Just etched above the stitched up opening above where the victim's heart used to be was two letters scratched into the skin.

"What the hell is that?"

"That is your job, not mine." Lawrence looked at Will. "Have you gotten any closer to finding this guy?"

"No. My team is worked down to nothing, we have no new leads, just bodies. He has traveled over six states and has tortured, raped, and killed nearly thirty women." Will loosened his tie.

"Sounds like you need new blood, you know, a fresh perspective."

"I have a brand new Agent coming in on Monday. Supposedly she has passed the bar, majored in criminal justice, and minored in forensics…and has the highest marks of any cadet in years. I hear good things from Jack."

"Right off the assembly line into the world of profiling…she could get burnt."

"I don't know. It seems to me that she had the book smarts…but I don't know about the in field ones." Will sighed. "Whatever may be, she'll be a fresh pair of eyes into my office."

"Maybe pretty ones." Lawrence laughed.

"If only."

POTC

"It truly is such a shame that I am losing you to Agent Turner, I could use you in my office." Jack said as he walked Elizabeth home.

"And wrangle in rum runners all day? No, that doesn't sound like much fun." Jack was head of the ATF.

"Less gruesome."

"That's true." Elizabeth sighed as she reached her door. "Thank you Jack, for everything."

"Sure, anytime." Jack waved her off and left only when she was locked safely behind her door.

Elizabeth threw her keys on her kitchen table and pulled off her heels and collapsed on the sofa. She was so tired, physically and mentally. She got up and walked to her office and turned on the light. The walls were covered with newspaper printings, and reports. Elizabeth was determined…very determined.

A/N: Like it? Well, this will be my last AN, I am going to post the entire fic! So please review and let me know about that title!