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No Way Out

Chapter 2: 6 Months Later

"CONGRATULATIONS!" Jack bellowed stepping forward and pulling Will into a back breaking hug. Will could not stop grinning as he hugged Jack back, laughing as he was lifted off the floor.

"Thanks," he managed to say finally when Jack put him down. Jack's wife, Chloe was next; her hug was softer than her husband's.

"Well done." She whispered softly in his ear.

"Thank you." Will said.

"So you finally decided to join the club!" Ana grinned clapping him on the back and leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"You only became a detective three weeks ago." Will have her a friendly shove.

"Yeah, but I still got it first!" Ana pouted. Jack slung an arm round each of their shoulders.

"Doesn't matter who got it first, the point is two of MY officers have been promoted. The last six months have paid off." He gave them both a squeeze. "Now, I think we need a drink."

The pub was crowded with people. Jack brought a tray of drinks over and placed it in the middle of the table.

"Jack." Will said picking up one of the glasses. "Are these shots?" Jack nodded.

"Yep. I thought we could all do with loosening up a bit." He grinned. Will looked to Chloe and Ana dubiously, both were wearing the same expressions on their faces. Jack held a shot glass aloft.

"To my favourite whelp!" Jack announced. Will rolled his eyes, but clinked his glass with everyone else's and tipped the liquor down his throat. Jack was the only one who didn't wince and was already picking up another shot. Will took a sip of his beer in a bid to wash the taste of the shot from his mouth.

"I have another toast to make." Ana announced a minute later; "To no more uniforms!" she shot Will a grin.

"Hear, hear!" Will laughed.

The last six months had been some of the busiest of Will's career. There had been a double homicide, the investigation of which had lasted several months and had required more officers than the homicide department had at their disposal. Sensing an opportunity Jack had shown a rare burst of intuitive thinking and recommended that Will and Ana be drafted in to help. The pair had jumped at the chance and for the next couple of months had thrown themselves into the job, spending long hours at the station and out in the field.

When the murderer was finally caught, the Detective in charge of the operation was so impressed with the performance of the young officers that he had recommended that they be promoted. Jack had been as excited as a child at Christmas when he had delivered the news to Will and Ana. Now a few weeks later they had both received their badges and were waving goodbye to the days of uniform policing.

For Will it was a big moment, an achievement that showed how much he owed Jack, although Will would never have admitted it out loud to the older man. Jack had spent the last 14 years pushing Will to be better, and it had paid off. Now Will was free to do the types of policing that had motivated him to join the police force in the first place.

"He's so proud of you." Chloe leant over and placed a hand on Will's arm. Will followed her gaze to Jack who was in an animated discussion with Ana, and smiled.

"I know." Jack looked up to find his wife and best friend watching him.

"What?" Will shook his head.

"Nothing Jack." He assured him. Jack eyes narrowed a little before he resumed his conversation with Ana.

"How was your trip away?" Will asked, Chloe sighed happily.

"Amazing!" she said. "We spent a week in Paris and then a few days in the South of France." Jack had surprisingly come through for his anniversary with Chloe and had booked a romantic trip away. Without any help from Will.

"I'm glad to hear it." Will smiled. "What he probably hasn't realised is he has to top that next year." Chloe giggled and nodded.

"I know, I'm already looking forward to it."

The past six months had not been as kind to Elizabeth as they had been to Will. James had not been happy that the police had come over, and naturally he had blamed Elizabeth for this, the bruises from that beating had taken weeks to fade completely. He had been even angrier that the policeman had left his card. Elizabeth had assured him that she had disposed of it, thankfully he had believed her.

In truth the card that Will had given her was hidden, sometimes when she was alone she would take it out and look at it, trying in vain to work up the courage to call the number. But the days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and still she couldn't do it. That wasn't to say she hadn't thought about the handsome police officer, she did often.

Elizabeth had met James Norrington when she was just 10, he was the son of a navy Admiral who in turn was a close friend of her father's. They had met at the Swann's annual garden party for the rich and important. Admiral Norrington had introduced a timid Elizabeth to his son. At that age James had been polite and sweet, with perfect manners he had offered to find the younger girl a drink. The perfect gentleman.

They had formed a friendship from then on, which had lasted through both secondary school and college. When the time for them to go to university had come they had gone their separate ways, but by this point they had entered into a relationship and had decided that they would try and make it work long distance. He had been Elizabeth's first boyfriend and she was convinced that he was the love of her life. So they had tried a long distance relationship.

To everyone's surprise, including Elizabeth's they had stayed together. As a graduation present her father paid the deposit for a flat in the middle of London, Elizabeth had resisted the idea originally as she had wanted to move in with James, but her father had convinced her that it would be better if they owned separate flats, Weatherby Swann did not trust his daughter's boyfriend, no matter how long they had been together, but he wasn't about to tell Elizabeth that she couldn't see him, as his daughter had always been headstrong and independent, telling her not to do something was as good as her having already done it.

Now 3 years later after several break ups and reunions Elizabeth was glad that she had taken her father's advice. Her flat was her only place of refuge, when she couldn't take being around James anymore.

The violence had not always been there. It had started only about 12 months previously. It had happened on a night when James had been drunk, he had insisted that it was a onetime thing, and Elizabeth had believed him. But then it had happened again, and again. Elizabeth had thought about leaving, but each time James had convinced her to stay, he had begged, pleaded, cried and even threatened. He had claimed that his bouts of anger were down to stresses at work and that it was this stress that caused him to lash out at her. Elizabeth found herself vowing to be a better girlfriend and reduce the stress that James was under and over time she had become convinced that it might even be her fault that he had lashed out.

Elizabeth wearily pushed her front door and dropped her keys on the small hall table. Bending down she picked up the mail that had accumulated in the couple of days that she had been away, moving through to her living room she sifted through the mail, putting the junk to one side.

"So many bills." She muttered as she leafed through. Her father often helped with her bills but Elizabeth didn't like taking it, more often than not she didn't have a choice. Even working 3 different jobs didn't quite stretch to cover all her bills.

Putting her hand in her pocket she reached for her phone, her fingers brushed against a square of card. Pulling it out she found herself looking once again at the card that Will Turner had given her. The number was burned into her memory but she liked holding the card, just the feeling of the paper between her fingers was enough to calm her. A faint smile stretched her lips as she remembered the reassuring look he had given her all those months ago. She didn't know him but she had felt she could tell him everything, she felt that she could trust him.

Elizabeth weighed her phone in the other palm, eyes looking between the phone and the card, thumb hovering over the keypad. Once again the desire to just call the number and tell him everything, beg him to help her. But the fear of what James would do if he ever found out what she had done stayed her hand.

Even if she did call Will, she doubted he even remembered her name.

Will did remember Elizabeth, he had thought of the blonde hair beauty often since he had left her with Norrington. In the days after the incident Will had hoped to hear her voice every time his phone rang, but as the days had turned to weeks and he heard nothing he started to hope less and less, and gradually he thought of Elizabeth less and less.

Will rubbed his eyes and blinked groggily. The party the night before to celebrate him making detective had gone on a lot longer than he had planned, because of Jack's insistence that they drink more. As a result his first day at work as a detective started with a hangover. Trying to focus his eyes Will fought off the headache that was building behind his eyes. Cursing Jack internally he shifted the file he was reading aside and picked up the next one.

"I'm going to kill Jack." A voice groaned above him. Looking up he saw Ana leaning against his desk looking a little green.

"Feeling rough?" he joked. Ana sat down in a chair and buried her head in her hands.

"I've spewed twice today." She moaned. "Fucking tequila!" Will chuckled trying to quell the queasiness in his own stomach that Ana's mention of tequila had caused.

"I know what you mean." He set his file down and leant back in his chair.

"Have you seen Jack this morning?" he asked. Ana nodded. "Is he suffering?"

"No." Ana muttered darkly. "He was even whistling!"

"That's just Jack though." Will pointed. "He drinks more than anyone else I have ever met, but yet I could count the amount of times I've seen him with a really bad hangover on one hand!" he took a sip of water from the mug that sat on his desk.

Ana looked at the file that Will was looking at.

"Anything interesting?" she asked. Will shrugged.

"A couple of things." He said. "It's definitely more interesting than the work I was doing before." Ana nodded her agreement.

"Exactly! I haven't had to look at a traffic report since I made detective."

It was at that moment Will's phone ran loudly, both of the officers winced as the harsh ringing of the phone exacerbated their headaches. Ana silently gestured that she was leaving and staggered away clutching her head as Will picked up the receiver.

"Hello."

Elizabeth pulled her work shirt over her head and huffed into the mirror. She didn't like working in a coffee shop but for the moment it was the only type of job she could find. Elizabeth had graduated with a degree in English literature. Now 3 years later, she was not doing a job that related to her degree, she had tried a couple of internships at publications companies and magazines, but none of them had stuck and she was now forced to work at coffee bars and restaurants.

She was currently juggling 3 different jobs. She split her days between a coffee shop and a local restaurant, and 3 nights a week she worked in a bar.

Elizabeth checked the time as she pulled her hair back off of her face and scraped it into a ponytail. Looking slightly to the left she caught sight of a fading bruise on the inside of her arm. She traced the bruise which was in the shape of a finger. Pulling the sleeve of her t-shirt down she tried to cover it, she couldn't do with people seeing it and asking questions.

It was raining as Elizabeth stepped out of the main door of her block of flats. She pulled her jacket up around her ears in an attempt to ward off the cold chill in the air. Setting off down the street she headed towards the coffee shop a few streets away. Unaware that she was being followed.

Will stood up and stretched.

"I'm going for a walk." He told Ana who was working at the desk next to him. "Do you want to come, thought I might get some lunch as well?" Ana paled at the mention of food.

"I think I'll give it a miss today, besides I have a ton of paperwork."

"Ah right ok, I won't be long." Will picked his jacket and slung it round his shoulders.

The brisk winter air did wonders for Will's hangover. But he still had a faint thumping behind his temples as he set off down the street away from the police station. It was a very muggy day and the people he passed on the street moved quickly, heads down low.

Will wandered aimlessly, not having a particular destination in mind, just happy to be out of the office. He stuffed his hands deep in the pockets of his jackets looking for somewhere he could get his lunch.

He was coming out of a small deli, a fresh sandwich warming his hands when he first heard the shouting. His head shot up immediately, along with those of the people around him. After a second his training kicked in and he set off up the road at a run.

"That woman's being robbed!" a man shouted as Will reached a street corner, flashing his police badge and demanding to know what was going on. He followed the man's direction, and sure enough further up the road he could see a commotion. From where he was standing he could see a man pulling on a bag that obviously belonged to a woman. Credit to her she was fighting back, hitting her assailant with her free hand. Will tore off up the road, covering the 50 odd metres in a few seconds. Without stopping to properly assess the situation he dove forward and pulled the hooded man off his victim. Spinning him away he put himself between the woman and her attacker.

"You ok?" he called over his shoulder, keeping his eyes firmly on the man in front of him.

"Yes." Came the breathless reply.

A flash of metal made Will's blood run cold. The mugger had pulled a knife and was tossing it from hand to hand, sneering at Will. He could hear the woman behind him gasp, but he ignored her, totally focused on the knife.

Luckily for Will the man wielding the knife was slow and predictable. His first swing was haphazard and arced to the left, allowing Will to easily sidestep it and move closer to the man in a bid to disarm him. But the next thrust however was more controlled and Will gritted his teeth as he didn't dodge fast enough and he felt the metal slice through his shirt and bite into his skin.

Feeling warm blood trickling down his side he approached the man even more cautiously. The thug could see the blood and grinned. Will didn't rise to the challenge, his training kept him calm, waiting for his opportunity.

This came a few seconds later when the mugger made another wild slash, towards Will's face. he quickly side stepped again and as the mugger's momentum took him further forward Will stepped up and grasped the man's wrist, jerking it to the side he heard the knife clatter to the ground, continuing the motion he twisted the man's wrist up behind his back. Applying pressure he forced the suspect to his knees as he heard the sounds of sirens wailing in the distance.

Elizabeth had no idea that she was being targeted until the hand reached out and tried to snatch her bag. Her first instinct was to let go of her body, but she found her body fighting back, pulling her bag back towards her.

Her attacker was wearing a hooded top and his face was half in shadow. But she could see a pair of cruel eyes glinting out at her. She tightened her grip on her bag as she felt it begin to slip through her fingers. She tried to get him to loosen her grip by whacking him with her free hand, but he stayed firm and she was starting to lose her grip on her bag.

Suddenly just when she thought her fingers might give way the man was wrenched off of her, looking up she saw a man swinging her assailant away and placing himself in front of her.

"Are you ok?" he called over his shoulder, the voice sounded familiar to Elizabeth, but her brain was too flustered to work out who it could be.

"Yes." She breathed.

Elizabeth watched with her heart in her mouth for what seemed like an eternity as the man in front of her squared off with the mugger with the knife, but in actual fact it was less than a minute. She gasped when she saw the knife draw blood in her saviours side.

But then a handful of seconds later, the knife went clattering to the floor, and then the mugger was on his knees, and Elizabeth got the first proper look at the man who had come to her rescue.

She realised instantly why she had recognised the voice.

Elizabeth found herself once again drowning in the dark brown eyes of one Will Turner.

She had almost forgotten how gorgeous he was. His eyes locking with her widened in immediate recognition which caused Elizabeth's heart to flutter slightly, he had remembered her.

Will made sure that the man he was holding wasn't going anywhere before he finally turned his attention to the woman he had saved for the first time.

The first thing he noticed were her legs, long and shapely, his eyes travelled up, seeing a familiar swan like neck. Subconsciously his brain worked out who she was before his conscious side did, finally his brain caught up.

Elizabeth Swann.

Will found his breath taken from him, he had pictured her a few times in his mind since the house call he had made with Ana, but the image he had conjured in his mind did not do her justice in person

Will saw that even though she had looked terrified she was still beautiful. He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, and it seemed to work as her expression calmed a little.

At that moment the uniform officers arrived on the scene and Will was finally relieved of his suspect.

"Nice work Will!" one of the officer grinned at him as he helped haul the surly looking suspect to his feet and take him away. "Not even been on the job a day and you're already saving someone." Will laughed and clapped the officer on the shoulder before finally turning his attention to Elizabeth.

He could tell that she was probably in shock, her eyes were darting from side to side and she looked very skittish. Will saw a uniform officer making her way over to Elizabeth and put a hand on her arm. Will found his feet moving towards the two women before he realised fully what he was doing. As he reached them he cleared his throat to get their attention, the female officer turned her head and him a small smile.

"Ok Katherine I'll take it from here." He said. Katherine nodded and left them too it.

Turning back to Elizabeth he offered her another reassuring smile in a bid to calm her down.

"Miss Swann." His voice was soft and the sound of it seemed to calm Elizabeth further.

"Please, call me Elizabeth." She said.

Will smiled. "Are you ok?"

"I am, thanks to you." Elizabeth said, her hands tightening on her bag, which she had managed to hold on to.

"All part of the service." Will replied with a smirk, causing Elizabeth to smile.

"In all seriousness though, thank you." Elizabeth locked eyes with him again, and he could see the depth of her gratitude.

"You're welcome Miss Swann." He replied. "Now I'm afraid I'm going to need you to come to the station so we can take a statement from you." Elizabeth sighed.

"I'll have to call work and let them know." She said, obviously frustrated.

"Ok well, I'll wait for you over by the squad car." Will told her, she nodded, already retrieving her phone from her pocket.

Will leant against the car and watched as Elizabeth paced up and down, talking into the phone. She was gesturing with her hands and Will found himself smiling at her expression, it was cute.

Finally she put her phone away and walked over.

"Ok, I'm ready to go." Will held open the door for her before slipping into the passenger seat of the car as it roared off up the road.

Will led Elizabeth through the police station, finally stopping at his desk.

"Take a seat." He gestured to the seat opposite his own. "Right, let's get this statement taken." He booted up his computer and tapped a few keys. "Just start from the beginning, take your time and just tell me everything you remember." He said gently. Elizabeth nodded and took a deep breath.

Ana appeared over Elizabeth's shoulder as she was finishing her story. Will finished typing up the details.

"One day on the job and already a hero!" she laughed as he leant back in his chair.

"So it would seem." Ana shook her head, but her grin died on her face as her eyes fixed on his side.

"You're bleeding! Why are you bleeding?!" she demanded. Will frowned, before looking down at his side. Sure enough the side of his shirt was stained with blood. Standing up Will pulled at his shirt, wincing as it caught on the wound. In all of the commotion following him disarming the mugger, he had completely forgotten that he had been injured.

"It's not that bad." He told Ana as she fussed over him. He sensed movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to see Elizabeth rising out of her chair, concern etched on her face.

"Take this off." Ana ordered, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Elizabeth was there. Will rolled his eyes.

"Not here." He said, Ana snorted and pushed on his jacket, urging him to take it off. Will finally relented and slid his jacket off and draped it over his chair. Slapping Ana's hands away he unbuttoned his shirt. Instead of taking it off he pulled back the sides to reveal the wound.

The wound was about two inches long across his side about 5 inches above the waistline of his trousers. Thankfully it looked quite shallow, but was still oozing blood.

On the other side of the table Elizabeth's concern increased as the gash was revealed. This had happened because of her. At the same time she couldn't fail to notice the muscles on his chest, she found herself blushing slightly as her eyes lingered on his toned stomach.

Ana continued to fuss. "Stay here! I'm going to get some antiseptic wipes." Hurrying off she fixed Will with a look over her shoulder. After she had left Will sighed and sank back down into his chair, now that he had been made aware of the injury it was starting to throb painfully.

"I'm so sorry." Elizabeth's voice startled him, looking up he saw her watching him.

"What for?" he asked, confused.

"You're injured because of me." She said, her eyes shining.

"No, no!" Will said quickly not being able to stand seeing her upset. "This." He gestured to the wound on his side. "Is an occupational hazard, it comes with the job." Elizabeth didn't look convinced, so Will reached over and laid a hand over hers to offer some reassurance. He tried to ignore how soft her skin was under his own and the tingle it sent up his arm.

"This wasn't your fault," he said, locking eyes with her again he tried to make sure she understood. She nodded, and her eyes flickered down once again to the cut.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly. Will gave her a crooked smile.

"Not at all!" he responded cheerfully trying to cheer her up. Elizabeth smiled back and raising a hand ran it through her hair. She had taken her jacket off when she had sat down and as she raised her arm something caught Will's eye.

Reaching out he caught hold of Elizabeth's arm as she began to lower it, turning it over he inspected the fading bruise on her upper arm, noting with anger that it was shaped like a couple of fingers.

Looking up he saw Elizabeth's eyes were wide and almost fearful.

"Would you like to tell me about this Miss Swann?" he asked, trying to keep his voice as level as possible. Elizabeth swallowed, obviously trying to think of something to say. Will stayed quiet not wanting to push her.

Finally she took a deep breath. "It's nothing." She said, avoiding Will's eye. "I can't even remember how I got it." Will sighed and released her arm.

He wanted to press it further, but was stopped by the reappearance of Ana, this time with Jack in tow.

"What's this I hear about you being stabbed?!" Jack said, scowling at Will.

"I was hardly stabbed!" Will protested, both Jack and Ana seemed to be oblivious to the fact that Elizabeth was there. "It's just a scratch!" Will carried on as Ana pressed an antiseptic wipe to the wound causing him to wince.

"Can I go?" Elizabeth asked timidly. Will looked over the top of Ana's head and nodded.

"Yes Miss Swann. I might need to get in contact with you in a few days to clarify a few things so if you could leave your contact details with the front desk." Elizabeth nodded and grabbing her jacket she hurried out of the room, only glancing back once.

Elizabeth arrived at work over two hours late.

"Are you ok?" her boss asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." Elizabeth replied pulling on an apron. "Sorry it took so long." Her boss waved away the apology and allowed her to get on with her work.

As se started taking orders Elizabeth found her mind wandering, back to Will's eyes as he had asked her about the bruise...and wondering why it was that she had lied to him.

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