Hello my lovelies! I must say I'm excited to begin this new adventure! If you noticed the rating for this, I decided to put it in the M category to be on the safe side for now. I may change it to T, but I'm a cautious writer, until the you readers say otherwise, it will remain in M.

I feel I should say this about the characters you are about to read in this particular chapter. Klaus will seem a little OC, but you need to understand that he has known Caroline a little over a year. He will not be the dark Klaus we all know and love. His temper will be prominent, but not as much. (Read Below for complete explanation)

I hope you enjoy this new story!

Please remember to review at the end! :)

Prologue

The room stilled as the tall oak door of the court room opened up and the prisoner was led into the room.

The sound of shackles thudded loudly as not even the muddled breathe of the spectators could be heard. They watched as the orange clothed prisoner was escorted to the designated table, and seated.

The keys from the guards rattled as they removed the shackles at the feet and secured them to the floor.

The tall bald headed bailiff stood by the door to the left of the prisoner and cleared his throat.

"All rise." The bailiff stated in a loud tone, causing the prisoner to slightly jump.

He toned out the rest of the speech as he felt eyes on his back. Turning his head slightly, he swallowed as he saw her, in the very last row. He caught her smile, but he couldn't return it. Not now.

Turning towards the front, he watched the judge enter the room, and approach his bench.

"You may be seated." He stated, taking the gavel in his hand and clapping it on the bench.

The clatter of everyone taking their seats, resounded in the room, as the Judge picked up the files before him, and studied them, briefly.

"Now, the case before me is one of a Mr. Niklaus Mikaelson, also known as the Hybrid." He read out loud. "Am I correct?" He asked, glancing at the District Attorney.

"That is correct, Your Honor." He answered, with a nod and a deep voice.

The Judge nodded, and continued to read the file. "It says the charge is illegal marketing of weapons, money laundering, and first degree murder on multiple counts." He stated, dropping the file. "How does the defendant plead?"

The defense attorney stood up, and sighed. "He pleads guilty of the marketing charge, but not guilty of the murders or the money laundering, Your Honor." He replied, taking his seat.

The Judge nodded, and glanced at Klaus. "Very well, then." He replied, in a low tone. "You may begin, counselor." He replied, motioning to the District Attorney.

"Your Honor, the marketing and money laundering charges notwithstanding, Mr. Mikaelson has been witnessed at being at every scene of the murders that have been recorded, not to mention the eye witness testimony at seeing him at least two separate times during which he personally held the weapon which ended these lives." He began, pointing towards Klaus and then to the files on his table.

Klaus kept his face stoic as he heard the charges continue on, but his mind didn't comprehend the words.

It had been two months since his incarceration. Two months away from his family, away from her. He knew she couldn't visit him. Her job forbade such an act, but he couldn't help but hope.

He wanted to laugh. Hope. What good could that possibly do now? He was being tried for running guns into the United States, money laundering, and for murdering people, he never really knew. Sure he had killed, in his line of work it was to be expected, but he never left the bodies to be found. These people, he hadn't touched.

Even she knew that. How could they have gotten those murders pinned on him? Surely she told them. Though, he wasn't sure how much she had told them. As she had told him before her work came first, but then, what was she doing here? Was she here to gloat at her victory? Capturing the Hybrid? Her superiors must be very proud of her. He knew he was, though he would never admit it.

And why wasn't he being charged with the murders he had committed? Or worse? He closed his eyes. None of the charges made much sense, except the weapons charge. Still he couldn't fathom the depth of his crimes. It was unthinkable at what they were charging him.

He had run weapons successfully for almost seven years, and never once had gotten caught, until her. He supposed it was his time to be caught, and caught by a woman, nonetheless. Irony didn't even begin to cover it. The Hybrid weakened by a woman, and not just any woman, a rookie with the U.S. Marshals, to boot.

He smirked silently as he thought of the woman in the back bench. Only she would come. He didn't know if she was supposed to testify, and how could he blame her if she did? It was her job, as was his when she revealed herself, finally. His job or instinct was to kill her at the moment, but he couldn't. He had spared her, and why? Because he cared, that's why. He lifted his chained wrists to his left shoulder where it rested. He knew she would see his movements. He knew she was watching.

Lowering his hands, he closed his eyes as his attorney stood up and began his speech. He wished he could look behind him, but he couldn't. Not even for her.

As the speeches came to a close, he listened as the judge reviewed the case in his hands.

"Due to the evidence before me, the witness testimonies, which are to be given, and the prisoner's competence," He remarked, glancing at the prisoner. "I set the trial to begin two days from now at 8 o'clock in the morning." He stated, lifting his gavel and dropped it on the small wooden plank.

Klaus sighed as he stood as the judge left the room, and waited for the guards to come to lead him away. He dared to glance back at the back bench, and sighed when he didn't see her.

She had left him. He should have known it was too much to hope for her to stay. As they led him back to his jail cell, he inhaled deeply. They removed the manacles around his wrists and ankles, before they closed the jail door.

He shook his head when they left him alone in the cold gray isolated room, and sat on his small cot.

He kept his head down when the door to cell block opened and quickly closed. He figured it was his lawyer coming to go over the details of the trial set before him, but when a familiar sound of kitten high heels caught him, he lifted his head.

His eyes widened as he took her in, dressed in a grey business suit, which accentuated every curve of her body, which he remembered oh so well. Her blonde hair was hanging down her shoulders and her eyes held the light that only shown when she looked at him. Slowly standing up, he walked to the bars, and stared into her eyes.

"Why are you here?" He ground out, searching her eyes.

She sighed, and lifted her hands to the bars to gently grasp them. "To see you." She whispered, softly.

He scoffed, and turned his back to her. "Well, you've seen me. Now leave me alone." He stated, staring at the gray wall on the other side of the cell.

"Klaus." She said, her voice gently caressing his name. He resisted the shivers running through his body at the memory of her saying his name in different circumstances. "Do you think this is easy for me?" She asked her voice breaking. "Seeing you in here like this, and not being able to do anything about it?" She added, in a rant.

He whirled around. His eyes were hard and cold. "You could have prevented it, Caroline." He stated, harshly.

"It was my job, Klaus." She stated, in return. "I had no choice, no matter how much it hurt." She added, staring into his eyes with pain shining out of hers.

Klaus lifted his head higher, and jutted his jaw forward. "Was it your job to sleep with me time and time again?" He asked pain pretty much evident in his words.

Caroline closed her eyes at the pain she heard, and slowly shook her head. "No, it wasn't." She whispered, placing her forehead on the bars.

Klaus swallowed and turned his head. "So I'm supposed to believe that you really care for me after everything you have done to me and my family?!" He demanded quietly, turning his head to look at her.

She opened her eyes and he could see the tears in her eyes. "Klaus, you know me better than anyone I have ever known." She began, looking into his eyes. "Do you honestly believe I would deliberately hurt you or your family?" She asked, softly but firmly.

He closed his eyes and lowered his head. No, she wouldn't hurt him or his family. Her job was to bring him in, and he understood that. It was her job, but it wasn't her job to get him to care about her.

"No, I don't." He whispered, lifting his head. Reaching forward, he grasped the bars with her hands on them, and sighed.

"I knew it was going to be difficult the moment I gave in to my feelings for you, Klaus." She whispered, softly. "I hated bringing you in, but I had no choice." She added, feeling his fingers run over hers. She shivered at the contact.

He sighed, leaning his forehead on the bars. "I know." He whispered with understanding.

She sighed, and fought the tears building in her eyes. "I don't regret a single thing, Niklaus." She stated, using his full name.

He smiled sadly. "Neither do I, Caroline." He returned, using hers.

She smiled and let out a small, silent laugh. "I wish I could hold you." She whispered, after a moment.

He lifted his head, and looked into her eyes. Releasing her left hand with his right, he reached through the bars and caressed her face. "So do I, love." He whispered, searching her eyes.

She smiled a watery smile. "So you're not angry with me?" She asked, leaning her face into his hand.

He smiled and shook his head. "How could I be angry with you for doing your job?" He answered with question.

She released the bar with her left hand and touched his right hand on her face. "I am so sorry." She whispered, kissing the palm of his hand.

He nodded, and held her hand in his. "As am I, love." He returned sadly.

She groaned and leaned her body fully on the bars. "Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?" She asked, in an irritated voice. "If you had, you wouldn't be in here and separated from your family." She added, lowering her gaze.

Klaus smiled and leaned forward to place his forehead on hers as it was sticking in-between the bars. "How can I kill someone I love, Caroline?" He asked, softly.

She felt her body beginning to shake at the declaration. Lifting her head slightly, she gazed into his eyes, and shook her head. Leaning forward, they connected their lips as much as they could even though the bars were constricting their movements.

Caroline pulled back, panting along with Klaus, and gave him a wan smile. "Thank you." She whispered, squeezing his hand.

He tilted his head and looked at her. "For what, love?" He asked, as she stepped back.

"For giving me the courage to do what I'm planning to do, I'll see you soon, Klaus." She stated, simply, reluctantly letting go of his hand, as she walked to the door.

He shook his head as her words registered in his brain. No, she couldn't. He thought as the door closed behind her. She wouldn't. A smile crossed his lips, and a laugh escaped his throat. Yes, yes, she would.

Caroline sighed as she walked out of the building and held up her phone. She knew the risks in planning such a task, but she didn't have much choice. It was her job or her heart. To Caroline, it was a no-brainer. After everything she had been through with him, she would choose him any day. He had saved her life in more ways than one, and she loved him.

She remembered her mother telling her once that you couldn't choose who you fall in love with, it just happens. Caroline hadn't believed it until she met Niklaus.

Walking to her car, she opened the driver door, and slid in. Closing the door behind her, she sighed as her head hit the back of the seat.

When she started the mission almost a year and a half ago, she never dreamed she would have fallen for the Hybrid or his family, and even dared to become a part of it. The Mikaelsons were her family, and she couldn't imagine living without them in her life.

She had taken a big risk fooling them with her job, but she didn't fool them for long. She couldn't when she discovered her love for Klaus.

She had started the mission as a young novice for the U.S. Marshals and she had been eager to please her superiors, but in the end, she couldn't do that without hurting the only love she had ever known.

Lifting the phone in her hand, she dialed an old familiar number.

It rang once, and she smiled at the voice at the other end.

"It's set." She stated, briefly, not knowing who else might be listening.

She hung up quickly, and smiled brighter. Cranking up her car, she drove out of the parking lot.

Two days, before her plan would be complete. Two days that was all she needed.

Two Days.

What did you think? PLEASE NO HARSH COMMENTS! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, I'M NOT PRESSURING YOU TO READ IT! THANK YOU!

A lot of you are probably saying that Klaus is soft, and all for being too forgiving, but there is a reason why he isn't totally upset at Caroline, and it's not because he loves her. I will not say what, but you will find out why later. I hope that satisfies for now.

The next chapter is already written. I'm just going over the finishing touches before I upload it. It will be one year earlier.

I hope you like it, and will continue to read it!

Until Next Time...