Author's Note: So I've decided something. I AM SICK AND TIRED OF CAROLINE BEING THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. She is a badass, and I hate reading fics that personify her as weak. So I wrote this.

Pretty much, Caroline is a trained assassin allied with the Salvatore's. They're enemies with the Originals, also trained assassins. It takes place in Chicago, with both families trying to push the other out and take complete control. Human-verse. Mulit-chap.

I know I should be working on Risks Worth Taking, but I just had to get this out. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Lolling his head to one side, Logan Fell groaned. His head was pounding and his throat felt like sandpaper. Blinking his eyes open, he slowly took in his surroundings. The room was dark and smelled like unnecessarily spilled blood. He was occupying what seemed to be the only piece of furniture in the entire room, a small medieval looking chair with shackles and wrist constraints on the armrests.

Beginning to panic, Logan pulled desperately on his wrist shackles, trying to get free. His pulse began to race, and the edges of his vision went fuzzy. All at once, he stopped his hopeless attempts at escape and cocked his head to the right. He could have sworn he heard a snicker.

"Hello?" He yelled hoarsely, spinning his head in every direction. "Help me, please!"

Logan heard a soft chuckle directly behind him. Instantly freezing, he let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. It was dead silent, the calm before the inevitable storm.

He felt fingertips softly graze down his arm, leaving a trail of white hot heat in their wake. Heels clicked against the unforgivable concrete floor, every decibel seemingly magnified a million times due to his adrenaline-rushed state. Logan didn't dare look up at the person now standing directly in front of him.

A finger jerked his chin up, and a startled yelp left his unwilling mouth. Upon seeing his captor, the mans eyes fearfully widened.

"You." Logan whispered, his eyes glistening. Whatever hope he had for being rescued or released were instantly shattered.

"Me." The woman replied, smiling wolfishly.

That smirk was the last thing Logan Fell ever saw, his attention not even drawn to the quick flash of silver before it sliced through his neck.

Choking on his own blood, Logan tried in vain to take one last breath of oxygen before he gave in to the sweet release of death. His assassin only smirked more widely, enjoying the pain she had inflicted.

When his eyes had drifted close for the last time, the woman dropped her knife at the base of the chair. Blood was dripping from his neck to the floor, creating a mesmerizing pattern of burgundy.

With one last sweep of the room, the woman pulled the door open. Without a backwards glance she let the door slam shut, her heels clicking evenly on the tile in the hall.

The lights flickered out, leaving Logan Fell to rot in his own blood-coated bad decisions.

Caroline Forbes blinked at the sudden onslaught of sunlight. After being in that dank room for what felt like hours, the warmth and light was a welcome change. She took long strides to her car across the street, trying to get as far away as possible from the building she had just vacated.

The wind whipped her golden curls, but Caroline didn't mind. As far as she was concerned, the devil himself couldn't ruin her day. She was on top of the world.

Unfortunately, her happiness couldn't last long. The sharp ringing of her phone was all it took for Caroline's soap bubble moment to burst. Sighing and opening her car door at the same time, she just looked down at her cell phone for a few moments. Her boss wouldn't be impressed with her actions.

Finally deciding to face her demons, Caroline pressed accept. "Hello?" she answered, trying to sound cool and collected.

"Come to headquarters. We need to have a talk." The voice on the other end said, sounding royally pissed off. Caroline shuddered. It was Stefan on the line, which either meant Damon was too pissed off to talk to her, or Damon didn't know and Stefan was covering up for her. Caroline desperately hoped for the latter.

The line went dead before she could respond. Caroline grit her teeth. By the sound of Stefan's voice, she would bet her Mercedes that neither brother was very happy with her at the moment. But Caroline would rather deal with Stefan's cool anger rather than one of Damon's temper tantrums any day.

Putting her car in drive, Caroline carefully pulled out of one of the many dank alleys that made up Chicago's meat packing district. The street was deserted, making her escape quick and easy.

Allowing herself one more small moment of victory, Caroline smirked to herself. She had finally done it. After weeks of scheming and going behind her bosses backs, she had finally been able to eliminate one of her greatest enemies.

Logan Fell was a wannabe assassin, but he had some of the greatest and most powerful people of Chicago under his thumb. Despite covering her tracks very carefully, Caroline couldn't be completely positive this murder wouldn't be traced back to her eventually. However, if all went according to plan, she would be far away before one of the buffoons at the Chicago PD could come sniffing in her direction.

Pulling into the long drive of the Salvatore mansion, Caroline slowly inched her way along the asphalt. Her stomach was sinking more and more upon the sight of the ostentatious home, and she took a deep breath to quell the butterflies that had taken up residence there.

Stepping out of her black Mercedes, Caroline all but strut up the front steps. Rolling her shoulders back and lifting her chin up high, the blonde practically oozed confidence. Taking a deep breath before opening the door, she released all the tension from her body.

The second Caroline passed through the threshold into the foyer, she was slammed back against the wall.

"What the fuck was that?" Damon Salvatore growled, an inch from her nose. His eyes shone gold, intimidating and beautiful all at once. "What the fuck was that?"

Caroline didn't answer, just glared back at the man. Quick as a cheetah, she took one of his hands from her shoulder, twisting it around his back.

"That was me doing you a favor. You're welcome, by the way."

She knew Damon wouldn't go down without a fight. She had hoped Stefan could avoid telling him about her deviance from the plan, but there wasn't much the two brothers didn't tell each other.

In a second, Caroline was on her back with Damon straddling her hips. She had no idea how they landed in this position, but the element of surprise was always an advantage the older man had on his side.

"You do realize you compromised the entire mission, right?" Damon yelled, meeting her gaze once again. "There may be no recovering. I wouldn't be surprised if the police traced this straight back to-"

"Damon," Caroline heard a firm voice say. So caught up in their argument, neither one of them noticed Stefan coming down the stairs. Damon looked up briefly, still angry, but no longer out for blood. The two brothers had that effect on each other. "You two need to come to Control."

Swiftly turning and jogging up the grand staircase, Stefan hadn't even met Caroline's eyes. Her heart sank a little deeper. She and the youngest Salvatore had always been close. There wasn't anything they didn't know about each other.

Shooting Caroline one more scathing look, Damon got up from the floor. Not bothering to offer her help up, he followed his brother up to the attic. Picking herself up and brushing non-existent dust from her leather jacket, Caroline once again straightened her posture. The last thing she wanted to do was allow the brothers to think she was regretting her actions.

Climbing the three flights of stairs to the Control Room, Caroline was once again hit by the feeling of dread. She knew technically what she had done was wrong. But it had to be done, and she was the only one with enough guts to do it.

Pushing open the door to Control, Caroline paused to take in the room. Covered in monitors and controls, it was a techie's dream room. But to her, none of it made sense. She mostly left the technical part of missions to Jeremy Gilbert.

Sweeping the table in the center of the room, Caroline realized everyone in their inner circle was present. There was Katherine and Jeremy Gilbert, Matt Donovan, Bonnie Bennett, the Salvatore brothers, and Alaric Saltzman. All of whom were glaring at her.

"Sit down, Caroline." Damon growled, gesturing to her usual spot on the left hand side of the head chair. She slunk to her position, not meeting anyone's eyes. They would all thank her someday.

"Is he dead?" Stefan asked finally, breaking the tense silence.

"Yes."

"You're sure?"

Caroline glared at the youngest Salvatore. "I've been doing this long enough to know when I've fatally sliced someone's jugular, Stefan. He's done for."

There was another long pause, everyone seemingly taking in what the young blonde had just said. Logan Fell was always dangerous, but he wasn't worth compromising an entire mission over.

"What were you thinking, Caroline?" Jeremy finally burst, the vein in his forehead pulsing. "The target was Meredith Fell, not Logan. The entire mission could have gone to shit."

"But it didn't." Caroline stated, crossing her arms over her chest. "I did my job, then decided to take out Logan while I was at it."

Matt Donovan shook his head, disappointment shining in his eyes. "I can cover up one Fell murder, but not two. You know how prominent of a family they are in this town. Guys at the force will be all over this." As their in at the PD, Matt was responsible for most of the cover-ups they needed in order to continue their business. Caroline was ready for this.

"I injected him before I slit his throat. Play it off as a drug deal gone bad."

"Where did you get drugs?" Bonnie asked, side tracked.

"ENOUGH." Damon boomed from the head of the table. Everyone immediately sat back in their chairs, eyes to the floor. No one wanted to face Damon's wrath. "Blondie, the point is that you didn't go along with the mission. The goal was simple: take out Meredith Fell, and get out. I could have done it in my sleep. And yet, you some how still managed to screw it up!"

"I didn't screw it up; I made it fool proof. Do you honestly think Logan would have let the this go without a fight? He would have had the press all over the case in a second. He had to be taken out."

Damon seemed to consider this. Even though he was highly irrational when it came to some things, he was reasonable about the business. He understood what had to be done in order to gain the upper hand. All of a sudden, the lenience she saw in his eyes seemed to disappear.

"You put everyone at risk today. We can't ignore that." Damon said, meeting her fiery gaze.

"That's why," Stefan said from across the table. "We've decided to take you off the Lockwood mission. We can't have that kind of wild card."

Caroline just gaped at him. Everyone looked astonished. Though they all knew what a hard ass the Salvatore's could be, nothing could prepare the group for this kind of reaction. The Lockwood mission was the most important and intricate of all, and taking Caroline off the front line was a sure-fire way to make sure it failed.

The Salvatore's were trying to gain control of the city officials, killing everyone who didn't comply. The Lockwood's were the next target, but they wouldn't go down easily.

"That's crazy." Katherine interjected, finally making her opinion known. "Caroline is our best. She's better than you, Damon. There's no way we can do this without her."

Caroline was still in shock, but the anger in her belly was building.

"How could you do this to me?" She whispered dangerously. "You both know how long I've been waiting to get to the Lockwood's."

"And that is exactly why we can't allow you to come." Damon said, with a sense of finality. "You allow your emotions to get the best of you. Logan Fell wrote you an unflattering review in the god damn social section of the Tribune, so you kill him. I don't even want to think what kind of shit you had planned for the Lockwood's."

Caroline just stayed silent, fuming.

Stefan sighed. "Caroline, we're not punishing you. We just need this to go off without a hitch. And with you there..." He trailed off, unwilling to finish what he started.

"What, Stefan?"

"With you there... something is bound to go wrong."

Caroline sat, stunned. Never in their entire friendship had Stefan sided with Damon when he was being unnecessarily cruel. But now... She couldn't help but feel betrayed. Both brothers knew she was an integral part of the mission. There was no way they could successfully do it without her.

Unable to stand being in that room anymore, Caroline pushed her chair away. Ignoring Damon's protests, she practically ran from the table. Breathing heavily and eyes bright, she paused on the second flight of stairs. Leaning her head against the wall, Caroline tried to gain control of her breathing.

"Caroline!" She heard someone yell after her. Spinning around, she could see Stefan making his way down the stairs, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Don't," She said, backing away when he tried to grab her wrist. "Don't touch me. You don't deserve to touch me."

"Caroline..." Her old friend sighed, as though dealing with a petulant child. "I didn't want to have to do that. But you brought it upon yourself."

"Stefan, you don't understand. I have to go on this mission."

"I can't let you do that." Stefan seemed to be avoiding her eyes.

For the first time since she had arrived at the mansion, Caroline considered the possibility that her Logan Fell escapade was just a convenient excuse to get her off the Lockwood assignment.

"What aren't you telling me?" She asked, looking at him through squinted eyes.

Stefan hesitated. Since she was no longer a part of the front line Lockwood team, he didn't have to divulge any information. Technically, only those directly involved in the impending assignment were the only ones who were allowed to have all the details. But with such a small group, there were few secrets.

"We just got some new intel," He started off slowly. Caroline raised her eyebrows, urging him to continue. "The Originals are planning the exact same heist as we are."

The Originals were a name that sent shivers running through anyone's spine. Heartless and cruel, their family had been trained since birth to be assassin's and thieves. Their only real competition in the complete control of Chicago were the Salvatore's and their trusted allies. It had been a feud for over a century now, fought in the nitty-gritty alley's of Chicago. Neither family backed down, preferring to skulk in their respective corners, waiting for an attack.

"The Originals will be there?" The blonde gasped, gaping.

"Yes. So this has to be executed perfectly. We just can't afford to send you, Care. It wouldn't be smart."

"Stefan, please. I promise nothing will happen. I'll be on my best behavior. Just please give me my spot back. I'm begging you."

Stefan hesitated, seemingly swayed by her plea. But like his brother, Stefan closed off his emotional attachment with the blonde.

"I'm sorry Caroline. You're going to be here with Bonnie and Jeremy, helping carry out the plans at home base."

Caroline didn't even bother responding. She merely glared at her oldest friend, tossing her hair behind her. Squaring her shoulders, she spun on her heel and stomped from the house.

Stefan watched her go, with a mingling feeling that he hadn't heard the last of this betrayal.

It was only when Caroline reached the safe confines of her car that she allowed herself to break down. Practically screaming with frustration, she pulled out her phone. Dialing with one hand and pealing out of the driveway with the other, the blonde waited impatiently for an answer.

"Hello?" She heard a bleary voice say on the other end. Almost instantly, Caroline felt better.

"Elena, I hate your boyfriend."

Caroline heard a sigh, then what sounded like a light switch. She imagined her best friend sitting up in bed at her tiny dorm room in NYU, safe from potential harm.

"No you don't. What did he do this time?"

"He and Damon aren't letting me go on a mission."

"So?"

"It's the Lockwood mission, Elena. And it's practically a race with the Originals."

Elena paused. She knew that for Damon and Stefan to bar Caroline from such an important mission, something had to have gone seriously wrong.

"Did you do something, Care?"

"Why do you automatically assume I did something?!"

"Caroline."

"Okay. Yes, I did."

Elena stayed silent, waiting for Caroline to elaborate. Caroline groaned in frustration. If Stefan was her partner in crime, then Elena was her mirror. There was nothing she could hide from her.

"I killed Logan Fell, okay?!"

"Caroline!"

"He was getting in the way, Elena! Look, I didn't call for the moral police. I called because I need help. How do I get back in on this mission?"

Elena sighed. She hated moments like this, where she had to choose between her boyfriend and her best friend. If she had it her way, none of them would be involved in this business at all.

"I don't know Care... What about Rebekah Mikaelson? I thought you never wanted to run into her again?"

"If I see that bitch alive again, it'll be too soon."

Both girls were silent, thinking about the Mikaelson siblings. Rebekah was tame by her older brothers standards, but she and Caroline had had a few run-ins over the years. Neither one were very fond of each other.

"Caroline..." Elena finally said, breaking the silence. "Maybe it isn't a good idea for you to go on this trip."

"Elena, I'm one of the best. As the best, you have to take a few risks."

Elena just sighed. Caroline felt a pang of guilt. She didn't like worrying her best friend. She had gone to New York in order to get away from all the violence, but she was always being dragged back into it.

"Care, I gotta go. Please don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"Fine."

"Promise?"

"Promise." Caroline said unwillingly. "Night, Lena."

"Night Care."

Caroline hung up the phone, weaving in and out of the freeway traffic. Her conversation with Elena had sparked a fire in her that she hadn't felt for a long time.

She knew beyond a shade of reasonable doubt she had to get back on this mission. And she didn't care what she had to do to get there.

AU: So that's it. More chapters should be coming soon. Lemme know what you think

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