A/N: Just so you know, this story is highly inspired by a Klaroline story I've read a while back here on Fanfiction. if you guys are curious as to which story inspired me, the story is The Cold Trail by angellous08.
Special Agent Sydney Barrow dropped the case file on the supervisor's desk with a triumphant grin apparent on her face. Her azure blue eyes glowed in satisfaction and the arrogance in her strides cannot be any less obvious to the supervisor of the division. The supervisor opened the blue folder, eyes squinting at the rap sheet of a recently caught criminal. He flipped through the files until he reached the last page. Agent Barrow had someone from her team finalize the paperwork to close the case.
"Very efficient, Barrow! You are the reason why my division's closing rate is the highest in New York City." Supervisor and Special Agent Logan Taylor expressed, clearly impressed by what he is seeing in the file.
Agent Barrow led her team to catch Jaden Harrison, a man who killed a twenty-five year old woman after he was caught dealing drugs in an underground casino. This case is different than any of her other old cases in the homicide division of the FBI because she had extra motivation to solve the case this time around.
"Harrison is in custody, and his lawyer is prepping him for court in a week's time. So do we have a deal?" Sydney asked Taylor, eyes expectant.
Taylor made a sound of affirmative, placing the paperwork back into the file. He closed the blue folder over the papers and placed them in his overcrowding pile of solved cases. Barrow estimates that she solved 75% of the cases in the pile with her team.
"It seems like we do have a deal, Barrow." Taylor pulled open a drawer on his left side, using his fingers to flip through the alphabetically organized files.
While she waited for her supervisor to prepare the paperwork, she allowed herself to think ahead to the future. Now that she has earned her right to solve a homicide case outside of her jurisdiction, she might actually get some closure on something that had been haunting her for a full year.
"M-I-K-A-E-L—Mikaelson." Taylor pulled the case file out and dropped it on top of his table.
Almost instinctively, Sydney snatched the file from the desk. Her eyes dilated in anticipation and masked excitement as she opened the file. She did a quick scan of all the papers inside.
"That is everything I have on Kol Mikaelson. I'm assuming that you and your team will find more."
Taylor prepared Mikaelson's file right after he handed Harrison's case to her, assuming that Barrow would close this case faster than all her others. He made a deal with Barrow like he usually does with his agents in order to increase this division's closing rate. Occasionally, he would offer favors to his agents if they could solve one of the many cases in the pile of unfinished case files on his desk.
"Thank you, boss." Barrow breathed out dazzlingly.
Taylor sighed in exhaustion, giving her a slow nod. Before they made a deal, Barrow has been on his case about this Kol Mikaelson. She consistency pleaded with him for permission to pursue this case that is nowhere near their jurisdiction and he was adamant that no deal in the world could land her in Mystic Falls, Virginia.
Eventually, he caved in and promised to pull some strings to make it happen if she solved this unsolvable case involving the death of the 25 year old woman. Agent Barrow was good with the bizarre unsolvable cases, so it was quite fitting to hand the files over to her.
"I still think that this case is too personal for you." Taylor said doubtfully.
Sydney shot him an equally doubtful look that he viewed upon as denial.
"I need to know what happened to him, he's been dead for a whole year and no one has found the evidence." Her voice was soft, just a mere second of vulnerability.
The supervisor shrugged at his agent, hiding the fact that he did feel some sympathy for her. Professionally, he has to come off as nonchalant.
"We did have a deal and you've stepped up to your end of the bargain. Choose three of your willing agents and your favorite medical examiner, that's how much I'm willing to offer. Excluding flight tickets, your resources budget stop at $10,000. I'll give you three months. If you happen to need more, we can negotiate. You and your agents must return if I ask for you during an emergency. Are we clear, Agent Barrow?"
Sydney nodded wordlessly, finding no will in her to complain. She is already thankful that she is given the resources and time to get her hands on this case.
"Alright Barrow, I'll see you when you get back! I hope you find Kol's killer."
"Agent Barrow, I regrettably inform you that things aren't simple in this town. There are many happenings and deaths that simply cannot be explained. Kol Mikaelson's death is just another one of those." Sheriff Elizabeth Forbes said apologetically from behind her desk.
Barrow shared an irritated look with Special Agent Bartholomew Ross before turning back to the sheriff of Mystic Falls. She did not drag her team of four all the way from New York just to hear this. The sound of unsolvable murders and suspicious happenings is ridiculous and inexcusable for inefficiency in finding the truth.
"Listen, Sheriff Forbes, we are FBI, who, might I add, traveled over 600 miles to help your town find some justice. I am not going to stand here and let you send me back home with this murder unsolved." Barrow slammed her fist against her desk, leaning closer to the sheriff as an attempt to intimidate her.
The sheriff sighed, shaking her head at the four FBI agents in front of her desk. This Agent Barrow seems overly ambitious to get her hands on this case and she wondered why—Kol Mikaelson of all people. She wondered how the FBI knew that Kol was murdered and not just missing. It is unwise of her to ask, and she didn't.
"Very well then." Barrow said in victory when the sheriff didn't say anything more.
Sheriff Forbes pursed her lips at the head of the FBI team and raised an eyebrow expectantly for some type of command. She cannot deny the FBI because they are federal agents; her hands are tied in this situation.
"Give me everything you have on Kol Mikaelson and then we'll get started on our investigation."
Helplessly, Sheriff Forbes started printing the documents from her database.
Agents Barrow and Ross entered a bar titled Mystic Grill after hearing that it is the location to be. Everyone in this town hung out here and plus, the food is adequate enough for the pair to start their investigation on. After the meeting with Sheriff Forbes, Barrow sent two of her agents and the medical examiner back to their hotel rooms. She decided to start looking at the case files with Ross over lunch.
"What's our game plan, boss?" Ross asked.
"We start from the beginning, keep this investigation quiet as long as we can." Sydney replied.
A waiter with sandy brown hair and baby blue eyes approached the pair with a polite smile on his face. Sydney guessed that he couldn't be older than eighteen or nineteen.
"Table for two?" He asked.
Agent Ross made a sound of agreement before they are both escorted to a table. When they settled in their seats, the waiter placed the menus in front of them. He glanced at them a bit suspiciously as if he is trying to decode them and their intentions here. Sydney finds it strange that everyone in this small town is immediately alarmed when unfamiliar faces show up.
"You guys aren't from here." The waiter stated.
"Yeah, well, we have a job to do." Barrow said as she placed her black brief case on her lap.
Baby blue eyes studied the blonde woman carefully, pursing his lips at her. He returned with a curt nod but a look of distrust is still on his face.
"Very well then, I'll be back for your order."
The waiter dismissed himself much too quickly, prompting for Sydney to keep an eye out on the waiter's whereabouts. While she is looking at Ross, she can see baby blue eyes approach a man by the bar from the corner of her eyes. She cannot see the man, only his backside and his shiny black leather jacket.
"Case files, boss?" Ross cleared his throat.
Rolling her eyes, Barrow opened her briefcase and pulled out the case files from it. She handed a copy of the folder to Ross and kept one for herself. Placing the briefcase back on her lap, she opened her copy of the file. The background chatters of the customers in this bar drowned out the shuffling of the papers between the pair.
Barrow's eyebrows furrowed when she made eye contact with Kol's picture on the first sheet of paper. His information is sprawled out right beside his picture; name, birthplace, eye color, hair color, and everything they can possibly have on him.
"Kol Mikaelson." Bart Ross sighed as his eyes started scanning through the information.
"Last place of residence believed to be here in Mystic Falls; moved out here two years ago and never to be heard of again for one year." Sydney finished sadly.
At least I haven't heard from him, Barrow thought to herself.
Ross scowled at the paperwork, flipping through the thin pages with apparent frustration on his face. There is barely anything on the guy.
"Agent Barrow?" Ross started uncertainly.
"Ross."
"How can you know that he is dead?"
Sydney didn't even have a chance to respond before a stranger appeared by their table with an agenda of his own.
"How can we know that who is dead?" That man in the shiny leather jacket asked curiously, almost mockingly.
Barrow narrowed her eyes at the raven-haired man, ignoring the fact that he is extremely easy on the eye, and fortunately, around her age. She closed her files immediately and watched as Ross did the same.
"Get lost." Barrow said unkindly.
Shiny leather jacket smirked at her in response, completely unfazed by her cold façade. One of his eyebrows perked up in a way where Barrow, of all people, found attractive. She pushed all of that aside and stared him down with pursed lips.
"You guys are the FBI agents, aren't you?" He ignored her request and continued on. And a good looking one at that! Damon thought as his eyes landed on the blonde.
Nonchalantly, he pulled up another chair beside the blonde agent and continued to smirk at her when her teeth clenched.
"And how do you know that?" Ross asked from across them.
"Word spread around pretty quickly here in Mystic Falls."
Barrow continued to glare at shiny leather jacket but he still did not budge. That shit-eating smirk is still on his face as he extended out a hand for her to take. She refused to take his hand.
"The name's Damon Salvatore, and I'm hoping I can be great help around here."
When the female agent did not move, Damon turned to the brown haired agent across from them and shook his hand instead.
"Thank you for introducing yourself, which was completely unnecessary by the way…" Agent Barrow trailed off.
"Kol Mikaelson, oh sweet poor Kol." Damon wandered aloud, almost teasingly.
Barrow finally turned to look at Ross, sharing flabbergasted looks while they were in eye contact. Did Sheriff Forbes spill out their investigation to commoners already? That unprofessional bitch, Barrow cursed to herself.
"Oh, don't look so surprised, I peeked at your files before you covered it all up with your paranoia." Damon's permanent smirk annoyed Barrow at this point.
She wanted to wipe it off his all-knowing face.
"What do you know about Kol Mikaelson?" Barrow tested.
The smirk left Damon's lips and something about him changed drastically. His blue irises suddenly turned icy from its previous calm, and something menacing covered his features—so menacing that it would scare if Barrow weren't so used to her job.
"I know enough to advise you to take you and your scrawny little asses back to where you came from."
"Oh and how are you going to convince me to do that?" Barrow raised an eyebrow defiantly.
Damon's eyes bore into hers, almost in a hypnotizing manner. They stared at her so intensely that it confused her to the extent where she couldn't bring herself to move or even blink.
"Because there are things that you don't know and won't ever understand; leave now and never come back, Agent Blondie."
Barrow snickered as soon as Damon blinked. She shook her head at him in disbelief, briefly glancing at Ross from the corner of her eyes.
"Oh please, I'm not taking orders from a smug son of a bitch like yourself. Please see yourself back to the bar, or preferably out of this vicinity." Barrow almost laughed when a look of shock flashed on Damon's face for just a mere second.
The look of shock appeared just as quickly as it disappeared and he got up from the chair with his signature smirk still in place. Something about his blue eyes told her that he is suspicious of her and her intentions here.Everyone in this town is intimidated by federal agents, such paranoid bunch, she thought.
Damon turned from the pair and walked off, back to the bar. As soon he was out of earshot, Barrow turned to her agent with a shake of her head. Agent Ross covered his mouth to suppress his laughter. The confrontation between his leader and the strange man was beyond amusing.
"What the hell was that about?"
Barrow ignored her operative and reopened the file.
"This town creeps me out; let's just quickly solve this case and go back to New York, yeah?"
Ross nodded, replicating her actions.
"Kol never told me about his family." She spoke aloud as her blue eyes landed on the said information on the file.
Ross snorted as a response, only to stare at his boss apologetically when she glared. Instead, he quickly returned to studying the file.
"I just texted Des to search up their addresses." Barrow announced.
Agent Ross did not say anything, only continued to stare at the file. The vagueness about this guy brought out the suspicions in him but he dared not question Barrow about the reasoning behind their involvement in this case. He did not want to get on her bad side; she might think that his loyalties do not lie with her.
"Rebekah Mikaelson… Elijah Mikaelson… Finn Mikaelson, deceased… And uh Niklaus Mikaelson…" Bart murmured.
Barrow's phone buzzed before Ross rambled on the list of his family members. She opened the text message and beamed at her screen as soon as she read it.
"Great! They all live in the same address! It's the same as the last address listed on Kol's file."
"They all lived together which means that they are all very close." Ross observed.
"Yeah, let's head over there now since it seems to me like that little shit of a waiter is not going to ask us for our orders."
Both detectives shook their heads in disbelief, getting up from their seats.
A/N: Please leave your comments! Klaus will be in the next chapter, I promise! There will be romance in the story, but love? Well, you'll just have to wait and see! How do you guys feel about Kol's death being the center of this story? I hate the fact that he died and I need to vent out my anger in some way, to conduct a creative story around it.
Oh and WHO SAW THAT 100TH EPISODE OF TVD LAST NIGHT? It was the best thing ever! Damon was a dick, as always. Stefan proved way he is my favorite character EVER on the show. Klaus/Caroline finally got it on, like finally! And Elijah and Rebekah made their appearance. Everyone came back BUT GOD DAMN KOL DID NOT!
Alright, please leave your comments for this story! I am begging!