Jay hovered outside the room, listening to the werewolf messing with the sheets. Footsteps announced the arrival of someone and Jay prayed it was not Klaus. If he saw how close she was to Hayley, he would have been pissed. After all, to Hayley, she wasn't suppose to exist. Nor was Kat.

"You alright?"

She relaxed. It was Elijah, not Klaus, and she was coming to realize that Elijah had been showing a considerable amount of interest in the lovely mother to be.

"So, I'm curious," Elijah began, drawing Jay's attention back.

He was rarely curious.

"In all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?"

Jay suppressed a groan. Every possible question she had was bottled up because, once again, she was a secret. She suspected that meant Klaus intended to use her to spy.

"About having a miracle baby with a psychotic one-night stand?" Hayley asked.

"About being a mother."

""I...I was abandoned when I was born and my adoptive parents kicked me out the second that I turned into a wolf. So...I don't really know how I feel about being a mother because I, I never really had a good one."

Damn. Jay did not want to be feeling bad for the bitch but she couldn't help it. She hadn't had the best relationship with her parents which was why she and her brother had been so close. The prodigal son and his screw up sister. You'd think there'd be a sibling rivalry but their parents had only made their relationship stronger.

"I will always protect you," Elijah declared." You have my word on that."

Jay pushed away from the wall, leaving them to whatever was left of their conversation, wanting to be tucked away so as not to be discovered from the just arrived Klaus. The girl was in the family for only a short time, far shorter than when Jay had been introduced and already, Elijah was making her feel at home.

Kat enjoyed the Quarter, despite its smell. She found herself drawn to the shopping, the food and, surprisingly, the people. Though it did help that she was the Quarter Master's booty call, something that did not sit well with her. If she was going to have a relationship, she wanted one that meant something. And preferably with a guy not crushing on some human. But, alas, Klaus had already caught wind of her affair with his former pet, courtesy of his darling older half brother, and had ordered her to drag it out as long as possible. Well, more like compelled. She was dragged from her thoughts by the buzzing of her phone, answering without really looking. Only one person would call her while she was walking the Quarter, usually because he was watching her.

"I do not expect so much attention from a one night stand. Well, a three month one night stand," she greeted, making sure to correct herself.

"You wound me," Marcel chuckled.

Laughter was a good sign. He was still blissfully enjoying Klaus's fake apology, thinking that his sire was content to play visitor rather than King.

"I've been meaning to password protect my phone. Many thanks for reminding me," she said, recalling that she hadn't given the charming vampire her number, no matter how much he'd insisted.

"Anytime," Marcel replied, his voice still warm with laughter. "So, what are you doing tonight?"

Kat almost wanted to laugh. She had thought he was cute but at the same time, she knew pretty faces often hid a brilliantly dastardly mind. She and Jay were prime examples. She knew Marcel must have suspected that she was somehow connected to Klaus. Though she'd taken great pains to merge with the background, she'd shown up publicly around the time that Klaus had. And Marcel was the type not so blinded by pretty eyes to ignore very convenient coincidences.

"I'm compelled to spend a quiet night in with my friend. Movies, dinner, dancing. You know, the whole nine yards," Kat replied.

She smirked, remembering Jay's attempt to actually compel Kat into spending time with her. After all, they rarely saw each other, both working different angles in Klaus's attempt at dethroning the Prince.

"Why not bring your friend over tonight?"

Marcel's voice promised something very explicit, making Kat role her eyes.

"She's not interested in you. Or anyone else," Kat said, pausing to study a rack of colorful scarves.

Jay had made it abundantly clear that she was swearing off men forever. Kat gave her a week before her friend went back to lurking in single bars, though New Orleans was not the safest place for her and Marcel was not her biggest fan.

"Shame. I suspect you keep very beautiful company."

"Why are you so eager for me to come over?" Kat asked.

She knew why. After all, it was suspicious to have a phone and to only have one contact while every recent incoming call was a blocked number. She was a ghost, figuratively of course.

"I enjoyed our night together. As I always do," Marcel purred.

Kat almost smiled. Of course he enjoyed it. She enjoyed it as well. Because while he would look through her phone, come morning, when he would be sleeping in or showering, she'd grill his men and she was still a bit pissed that he'd driven all her werewolf brethren out.

"Let's play a game," she suggested. "If you find Jay and I, you'll be able to bask in my amazingness. If not, bummer for you."

"I accept," Marcel declared, sounding eager.

Kat's smile darkened a tad. Oh, poor fool, he had no idea just how good she was at hiding.

"Let the games begin."

And then she hung up.

Jay leaned against the doorframe, ignoring Elijah's little battle plan. He knew nothing of her history in this town, automatically assuming that she'd be infiltrating Marcel's little empire as well as Kat when she was merely a glorified nanny cam. She crossed her arms, sighing and blocking Elijah out more. She'd loved the Quarter once but all the talk about Marcel, his army and Klaus Jr was making her want to flee it. Which she should have done. Marcel wanted her head on a spike for bringing Mikael to New Orleans. After all, he'd been tracking her, who was not so adapt at remaining hidden as the Mikaelsons. But she'd gotten better. And now, she was back, her last tie, Jane-Anne, dead at Marcel's hands. The sound of Elijah crying out in pain made her jump back to the present, surprised to see that Klaus had stabbed him. She stared in surprise at the two brothers.

"Forgive me," Klaus requested. "My brother. There is no power in love. Mercy makes you weak. Family makes you weak."

Elijah was beginning to collapse, using Klaus to stay up while he cast a quick glance Jay's way, silently asking for help. She nodded to let him know she'd do what she could. Klaus, despite having just killed his brother, yet again, embraced him.

"If I am going to win this war, I have to do it alone," he whispered.

Jay suppressed her anger at his statement as he downplayed her and Kat's role in his little takeover scheme. She hid that emotion, as well as the surprise that he'd killed Elijah, as Klaus turned to her. She now had a look of indifference, as if she was not worried that Klaus would kill her as well. She gave him a smirk.

"What's next?"