So I'm back with another story, I've been spurred into a frantic POTC writing spree this week and this idea was born after watching a detective programme. I know I probably shouldn't be starting another story, but this one wouldn't stop bugging me till I sat down and wrote it, if you're reading this and follow my other two stories 'Against the Rules' and 'Flashes' I will update as soon as I can, chapters are already in the making! I know nothing about policing so don't hold that against me if it's all wrong! Anyway I hope people enjoy this as I very much enjoyed writing this.

Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Disney, I own nothing.

No Way Out

Chapter 1: Just Another Night

The night was dark and the rain lashed down from the sky. Thunder rumbled ominously and lighting forked across the sky every couple of minutes. The block of flats rose high above the city skyline, illuminated sharply by the forks of lightning.

The black night was lit up by the flashing blue lights atop a marked police car that wound its way down the road past the rubbish that littered the asphalt. Pulling up outside the block of flats the lights were switched off and the engine cut.

The door to the driver's seat opened and a young man stepped out pulling a police cap down over his ears as he did so. The rain drenched him within seconds and he shook wet hair from his eyes as the passenger door opened and a woman got out. Looking over the top of the car she looked up at the flats.

"Which floor is it?" the young man tilted his head up at the building squinting against the rain.

"Seventh, and there's no lift." The woman sighed exasperatedly.

"Well, that's just great." She huffed. The man smiled.

"Come on; let's get this over and done with."

The hallways of the block of flats were damp and smelt like urine. The two police officers picked their way round the abandoned trolleys and the cardboard boxes and began to climb the stairs.

"God this place reeks!" the woman grumbled, her partner nodded his agreement.

"Though I have seen places that looked and smelt a lot worse than this." They continued the climb up the stairs in silence until they reached the seventh floor.

Stopping in front of a battered door with peeling paint and graffiti the man turned to his partner.

"Here we go." Raising a hand he rapped sharply on the door. Presently they heard scrabbling on the other side of the door, and then the door was opened a crack, a pair of suspicious eyes regarded them through the gap. When the man raised an eyebrow the door opened fully to reveal a boy of about 18.

"Officers." He greeted them nervously."

"Kenny." The man smiled at him. "Just here to see why it was you didn't show up for your meeting with your parole officer yesterday?" the youth shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"I forgot." He mumbled.

"Well, seeing as you've only missed the one we'll let you off with just a warning." The man fixed the youth with a hard stare. "And the promise that you will attend all future appointments, and that you will be arrested if you fail to turn up to another one."

"Yes office, I promise I will." The youth nodded vigorously.

"Right then, we'll be off. Goodnight Kenny." The youth could not have closed the door quick enough.

"Well looks like you didn't need me around at all for that one." The woman commented as they started back down the stairs.

"Will it helps to provide a united front." Her partner responded with a grin.

When the two officers reached their car it was still raining heavily. Hurrying quickly to get out of the rain the man started the engine.

"Back to the station?" he asked.

"Yep." His partner replied, holding her hands up to the heater. "And quickly, I am in dire need of a hot drink!"

"Will! Get in here!" sighing heavily Will turned and stepped inside the office from where the voice had come.

"What do you want Jack?"

"That is not how you address a senior officer!" barked the figure behind the desk. Will rolled his eyes.

"Give over Jack, you called me in here using my first name so this is an informal conversation."

"Fair point." Jack muttered leaning back in his chair. "I need your help."

"With what?"

"It's my anniversary next week, and I have no idea what to get for it!" Will sighed heavily.

"How many years have you been married Jack?"

"5." Jack replied sheepishly.

"5 years! How do you not get this yet?"

"I can never think of anything to get." Jack whined. Will rubbed his temples and sank down into the chair opposite Jack's.

"Right, well for starters you can take her out for a nice dinner." He paused. "ON the night of your anniversary, not a week later." Jack nodded.

"Right, and what about the present?"

"I can't do everything, you need to do something about it, find out what she wants!" Will stood up. "I'm gonna get back to work now." Jack nodded reluctantly

"Fine," he straightened up. "As you were Turner."

William Turner had never envisioned himself as being a police officer. He had grown up wanting what every other young boy wanted, to be a footballer or an astronaut. But when his parents had died when he was 10 his whole life had been turned upside down. It had been Officer Jack Sparrow, the investigating officer on Will's parent's death who had taken him in and cared for him. For the next ten years Jack had seen him through school, sixth form and then into university. When Will had made the decision to join the police force Jack had arranged his entrance to the police academy. He had supported Will all throughout the training and when he finished at the academy Jack had been the first person to congratulate him and press a beer into his hand.

Now four years later and Will often looked back at how he had arrived where he was, and what might have happened if Jack hadn't taken him in. He probably would have been bounced from care home to care home, with little or no motivation to perform well at school. He'd been lucky that Jack had looked after him, and given him the opportunities he had. Although he had never thought in his childhood about being in the police force, not that he was there he found himself feeling very content.

"Will, we've just had a 999 call, suspected domestic fight." Will's partner Anamaria, although she hated that name and preferred people just to call her Ana, approached his desk and placed a piece of paper in front of him.

"OK, who called it in?"

"A neighbour heard a lot of shouting and things smashing next door and dialled 999." Will nodded and stood up pulling his jacket off the back of his chair.

"You got an address?" Ana nodded. "Let's go then."

Will slid into the car and shook his head, spraying water droplets on the inside of the car. "I really hope it doesn't rain all night." He said as he switched on the engine.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up." Ana replied, "We're in the middle of the 'Great British Summer' so you can guarantee that it will be raining 80% of the time." Will chuckled as he pulled the car out of the station car park and onto the road.

"So where are we going?" Ana read out of the address and he swung the car onto the next road heading north. They drove in silence for five minutes until Ana spoke.

"So what did Jack want earlier?" Will shook his head.

"He was stressing about his anniversary next week." He laughed. Ana rolled her eyes.

"Every year he does this!" she said. "And every year you bail him out."

"I know." Will shrugged. "But I feel obliged to help him."

"So what did you suggest?"

"The same thing I do every year. A meal and something personal. Which means that when he can't think of anything I'll get a call from the shopping centre this weekend."

By this time they were nearing the address, Will drew the car up into a parking space. He peered up at the building in front of them through the windshield.

"Sure looks nicer than the last block of flats we had to go to." He commented.

"Fingers crossed it has a lift." Ana grinned getting ready to get out of the car.

There was a lift. The inside of this block of flats was a lot nicer that the ones they had been to earlier in the evening. It was a lot more upmarket, with plush carpets and 24 hour security. Once informing security why they were there, they began to make their up in the lift to the fifteenth floor.

As the lift doors pinged open, Will turner to Ana.

"What number is it?" Ana looked down at her notes.

"The neighbour reported hearing the fighting from flat 715." Will nodded and started off down the corridor, slowly checking the number stopping in front of a door halfway down the hallway he waiting for Ana to join him.

"This is it." Pulling his hat off his head he ran a hand through his hair to try and tame it a little. Then reaching up he knocked on the door.

For a moment there was nothing, then they heard the sound of a chain being taken off the latch. Then the door opened to reveal a man in his early twenties, he frowned when he saw the two of them.

"Can I help you officers?"

"Sorry to disturb you sir, but we had a report of a disturbance at this address." Will said as politely as he could.

"A disturbance?" the man responded.

"Yes Mr..." Will looked at the notes that Ana had handed him. "...Norrington, your neighbour called us and said that they'd heard shouting and some smashing coming from inside this flat." Norrington shrugged.

"There was nothing of the sort officers." He said coldly. Will felt in his gut that something wasn't right. There was something about the man that made Will feel uneasy.

"Be that as it may sir we are obliged to follow up on cases like this." He told Norrington as evenly as possible. Norrington shifted on his feet slightly, a motion that was not unnoticed by Will.

"I can assure you officers, that everything is fine here." Norrington said and Will could sense the impatience in his voice..

It was at that moment that another voice came from inside the flat, coming closer.

"James, who is it? What's going on?" the voice was female and sounded timid, almost nervous. Before Norrington could speak a woman appeared just behind him.

She was beautiful, Will noted immediately, long blonde hair cascaded down past her face, falling perfectly onto her shoulder. Her face was think with pale skin and her neck was slender. Her dark brown eyes looked from Will to Ana, they were full of emotion, including what look to Will like fear. Glancing down Will noticed that she was wringing her hands nervously and she seemed very on edge. This only made Will feel more uneasy about the situation.

"Is everything alright officers?" the woman asked Will and Ana.

"That's what we're trying to determine miss." Will replied.

"Your neighbours reported hearing shouting and crashing from here." Ana took over. "Do you live here Miss..."

"Swann." The woman answered. "Elizabeth Swann, and no I don't live here."

"Elizabeth is my girlfriend." James told them, putting his arm around her. Will narrowed his eyes slightly as Elizabeth seemed to tense up when James' arm draped around her shoulder. The movement alerted Will to something else, on Elizabeth's cheek there was a dark shadow that looked like it could be a bruise, but the doorway they were stood in was dark and it could have just been a trick of the light. There was only one way to find out.

"Miss Swann, could you take a step forward into the light please?" he asked, stepping back. Ana realised what he was doing and stepped back with him, her eyes going to Elizabeth's face. Elizabeth hesitated and her gaze flickered to James' face, as if to gauge his reaction but his face was not giving anything away. Reluctantly Elizabeth stepped forward into the light and blinked at the brightness of it.

Will gave Ana a nod and she stepped forward to look at Elizabeth. Even from where he was standing it was obvious that the dark shadow on Elizabeth's face was clearly a bruise, and a very recent one at that.

"Miss Swann, how did you get that bruise?" Ana asked the other woman. Elizabeth shifted nervously on her feet.

"I hit my face a cabinet earlier." She responded in a level voice. Will narrowed his eyes.

"Are you sure Miss Swann?" he asked gently, trying to catch her eye so that he could read the truth there. But Elizabeth kept her eyes on the floor.

"Yes, it was an accident, me just being clumsy and not looking where I was going."

"You heard her officers it was an accident." James said briskly stepping forward and standing next to Elizabeth.

"And the shouting." Will wasn't done yet.

"The neighbour must have been mistaken, there was no shouting." James was looking at Will with a gaze that told him that the case was closed.

"Well." Will was unconvinced but there was not much that he could do. "If you're sure, but take this." Pulling a card out of his pocket he handed it to Elizabeth.

"If you need me or my partner at any time. I'm Officer Turner and this is Officer Morgan. Both our numbers are on there so if you need to, you can call whenever you may need it." As Elizabeth took it Will locked eyes with her, seeing once again the fear there which made him certain that something was wrong. Elizabeth was scared.

"Thank you officer, but I don't think we'll be needing to call you again." James said firmly guiding Elizabeth back towards the door.

"Very well. Goodnight sir, miss." Ana spoke when Will hesitated.

"Goodnight officers." Elizabeth said locking eyes with Will one last time as she went back into the flat.

"What was that all about?" Ana asked as they were driving back to the station. Will sighed.

"Something wasn't right back there Ana." He said. She nodded.

"I know what you mean."

"I didn't like that Norrington guy. There was something about him that set me on edge." Will found himself clenching his fists against the steering when. Ana placed a hand over his own calming him slightly.

"You need to not get so worked up." She said. "It's great that you care so much, but we have no definitive proof that anything has actually happened."

"That bruise looked like a punch!"

"But without proof we can' do anything and you know that so it's no use beating yourself up about this." Ana soothed him. Will had to begrudgingly agree with her. It did not help him in his job if he was upset or worked up about things that he could not help without proof.

"I'm sorry Will." Ana could sense his tension. "Try and put it from your mind. We've got a long night ahead of us."

When Will and Ana got back to the station it was reasonably quiet. Will made his way back to his desk and slumped down in his chair and sighed heavily. He had only been on shift for 2 hours and still had 7 more to go. Running a hand through his hair he turned to his computer and began to fill in the paperwork that had began to pile up in the short time that he had been out of the office.

At the back of his mind Will was always thinking about Elizabeth, most notably the in her eyes as James had guided her back into the flat. He was in no doubt that Elizabeth lived in fear of Norrington, just from the short interaction he had had with the man he had clearly seen that he was sharp and quick to anger. Will never liked to see anyone live in fear of anyone, it made Will's blood boil and that evening especially he'd had to take a couple of deep breaths to keep his temper in check.

He could see Ana watching him across the room, and knew that she realised what was on his mind, what he had seen between Elizabeth and Norrington. They had been partners for almost 2 years and had known each other since the police academy. She was his closest friend apart from jack and he trusted her with his life.

Sending Ana a reassuring smiled Will turned his attention back to his paperwork. He worked methodically through his case notes, amending those that had made progress and closing a few as well. Will worked mostly in a normal day to day 999 call, burglaries, muggings, traffic violations and the odd visit to make sure that people were attending their parole meetings. But he had wanted more, Will didn't want to stay an officer forever, he wanted to be a detective.

Will was surprised to see Jack walking round the office, looking at his watch he saw it was almost 1 in the morning.

"What are you still doing here Jack?" he asked as Jack came within a few feet of his desk.

"Paperwork." The older man groaned. "I'm swamped in it."

"Aren't you missed at home?"

"Nah." Jack shook his head. "Chloe's away until the weekend on a business trip and I'm not a big fan of going home to an empty house." Will smiled, Jack liked to brag that he was as hard as stone, but Will knew that not so deep down he was a complete softy. Not many people saw Jack like this and Will counted himself as lucky.

"You look tired." Will said to jack a couple of minutes later as Jack yawned. "Maybe you should just go home?" Jack yawned again and nodded.

"Yeah, I'll go and tidy up and then leave." He said. "I'll come and say goodbye before I go." Will nodded and Jack turned and left.

Elizabeth looked over her shoulder, making sure that James was still occupied in the living room, before she looked down at her hands again. Clasped in her fingers was the card that Officer Turner had given her before he had left earlier. Elizabeth felt her hands trembling as she stared down at the name in front of her.

William Turner.

He had been so nice, he'd spoken to her like she was a person, not an object, and for a moment she had dared to hope, he might just be her saviour. But as soon as James had put his arm around her hope had vanished, there was no way out for her and not even this sweet police officer was going to be able to help her.

He had shown her reassurance in those beautiful brown eyes, which had helped to calm her down slightly. Even in her fear she had not failed to notice how beautiful he was, his eyes of course had been the first thing she had noticed, a dark chocolate brown which had connected with her own. His face had well defined cheekbones, his skin was smooth and nicely tanned, his dark brown hair curled down by his ears and she'd seen him run his hand through it just before he had left leaving it tousled. It had made him look cute.

Elizabeth found her hand hovering over the phone, looking from the card to the phone wondering if she dared. She could call him, it hadn't been an accident, that the cause of her bruise had James' first colliding with her face. She could escape, he would protect her.

"Elizabeth!" James' voice calling from the living room snapped her out of her little fantasy.

"Yes." She tried to keep her voice even, nothing to arouse his temper.

"Come in here."

"Ok." Shoving the card under the mattress Elizabeth stood and hurried into the other room.

Will yawned heavily as he opened the door to his flat, chucking the keys on the hall table as he flicked on the light and made his way sluggishly down to his room. It was just before 7 in the morning and it was still pitch black outside. Kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket Will yawned loudly again. Sitting down on his bed he lethargically began to remove his shirt and trousers until he was left in his boxers, climbing in under the sheets he sighed contentedly.

He was just closing his eyes to drift off to sleep when he remembered he'd left the hall light on. With a loud groan he threw back the covers and stomped off into the hallway. Flicking the light off he double checked the door was locked before feeling his way sluggishly back to bed. Slipping once again into the bed he sighed heavily and stared up at the ceiling.

His body was exhausted but his mind was working in overdrive. His night on shift had started off deceptively quiet, which had led Will to believe that he would finally get on top of all of his paperwork. But 5 minutes after Jack had left Will and Ana had found themselves swamped. They had been called to 3 burglaries, broken up 2 parties that had gotten out of hand and there had been several hoax calls they'd had to deal with. Then after each incident there had been the mountain of paperwork that would pile up on top of what he already had to do.

Now he had been lying here in bed trying to shut off his mind so that he could get some sleep so that he could make up in a few hours and start the whole process again. Sighing again Will closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.

But one thing that Will couldn't get out of his head was a pair of beautiful brown eyes that had pleaded with him to help, and the woman that they had belonged to.

Elizabeth.

Will was captivated by her beauty and at the same time wanted to help her. It was obvious to him that she was in trouble and every cell in his body had and was still screaming at him to do something about it. But his professional side had forced him to stand by and let her leave. Will cursed inwardly for the millionth time that evening at his inability to have been able to help. It was the one aspect of his dog that he often found difficult. Running a hand through his hair and punched the pillow in frustration.

After a few more attempts at sleep Will groaned and threw his covers back, padding through to the living room he slumped down on the sofa and switched the TV on. Leaning back he allowed the sound of the TV to wash over him, until he could find himself drifting off into sleep. The last thing he did before sleep claimed him was to try and push Elizabeth Swann from his mind.

So I hoped people enjoyed that and let me know what you thought of it by leaving me some reviews :)

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