Detective Stefan Salvatore came into the Mystic Falls Police Station, unshaven and tired.
"Good morning, Stefan." His partner, Tyler Lockwood, said. "You look like hell."
"I feel like hell. Coffee?" Tyler handed a cup over.
"Another all-nighter?" Stefan nodded. "Well, it's about to get worse. Boss wants to see you in his office. Now." Stefan sighed but
went to his boss's office anyway.
"Mr. Saltzman?" He asked, knocking on the door. Alaric looked up and gestured him in.
"Take a seat, Salvatore." He did and Alaric tossed a newspaper on the desk. "He killed another one." Stefan picked the paper up and read the headline 'KILLER STRIKES AGAIN!'
"Klaus?" He asked, not bothering to read the article. Alaric nodded.
"He killed Vicki Donovan and dumped her body in the park, same as all the others."
"Rape?"
"No, she consented." Alaric stood and began to pace around his office. "I wanted to ask- well tell you something."
"What, sir?"
"The senator wants Klaus in custody, or dead, now."
"I know that."
"So, he's decided to give a helping hand, so to speak."
"I don't understand." Alaric sighed.
"You're to go the Virgina State Penitentiary and find out what it would take to get help from Klaus's ex-partner."
"You mean..?" Alaric nodded.
"He asked for you specifically."
"No."
This isn't up for negotiation!" Alaric slammed his hand down on the desk, any trace of friendliness gone. "You go down there, find out what he wants. We need him Stefan." Stefan sighed but nodded and got up to leave. "He's already waiting for you." Alaric said as he walked out.
An hour long drive later, Stefan walked into the interrogation room of the prison and meet a pair of sparkling blue eyes.
"I can't believe they actually sent you." The man said, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet up on the table.
"Damon." Stefan said, sitting across from him. "Orange doesn't suit you." The smirk fell from the others face.
"Not my choice. What do you want?"
"We need your help to catch Klaus Smith." Damon's eyes darkened and he sat up straight.
"What's in it for me?" He asked.
"What do you want?" Damon smirked.
"Out, obviously. And I want to be back in my loft, alone-"
"We'll have to keep surveillance on you." Stefan interrupted and nearly flinched under the power of Damon's glare. It reminded him of the rare looks their father would give him when he was upset with him. "My loft, my clothes...and I want to see Mom."
"Mine or yours?" The look on Damon's face made him regret saying that. "I'm sorry. I think we can do that." Stefan stood.
"Wait! There's one more thing!" Damon said, putting a hand on his shoulder. The guard in the room moved forward, and Stefan held up his hand. "It's the only thing I really want and without it, I won't help you."
"What?" Damon told him, and Stefan frowned.
"That will be more difficult. I'll call my boss and see what we can do."
Three days later, Damon Salvatore was sitting at an empty desk near his brother's, in his trademark black shirt, black jeans,
and black boots, toying with knife.
"Stef!" Tyler whispered, noticing it. "Should he have that?"
"Hey!" Damon said. "I'm not a killer."
"Right." Damon opened his mouth, but a woman's scream cut him off. Tyler and Stefan flinched at the sound, but Damon jumped up, a true smile gracing his face.
"Put me down!" The woman screamed. "I didn't do anything! Put me down!"
The two detectives jaws dropped when when two officers dropped a beautiful brunette to the ground.
"There you're down!" One said. "Now you stop screaming." He looked up and notice that Damon was starring at them, mad enough to kill. The scurried away quickly.
"What the hell?" The woman shouted, looking at Stefan and Tyler, not noticing Damon.
"Ladies don't talk that way, Katerina." Katherine looked up, and tears began to blur her vision.
"Damon?"
"Katherine." He said, softly. She got up and ran to him. He caught her, hiding his own tears in her curls.
"You're here." She whispered, breathing in his scent "You're really here."
"I am." He promised. "And I'm never leaving you again." He lifted her chin gently and kissed her. He looked at Stefan and Tyler and smiled at their shocked faces.
"Gentlemen, meet my wife, Katherine Peirce." Stefan stared at the woman who looked exactly like his fiance. She smiled timidly at them. "Now, I'd like to get back to my loft, boys."
"But you have to-"
"Tomorrow." Damon said. "But today is for her." Katherine smiled up at him.
"But-"
"He was in prison for three years, Stef." Tyler defended. "Give him a night. I'll go with them and take the first surveillance shift."
"Okay, but have to warn you. She's a screamer. Ow!" Damon doubled over, grabbing the place where Katherine had hit him hard in the stomach.
"Come on, Baby." She said, holding her hand out to him. Their fingers linked together as they walked away.
"Stefan, go home. Shave. Sleep. Spend some time with Elena, whatever. Just don't think about this case. I'll see you tomorrow." Tyler followed the couple out and Stefan sighed and gathered his things. He wouldn't be getting any work done until Damon was ready to cooperate.
He walked out of the station, dialing Elena's number.
I'm writing a very ooc Katherine this story, just a warning. 5 reviews to let me know if it's good?
