Drabble prompt for you! How about Caroline as one third of Charlie's Angels and Klaus as the bad guy?
The Spy Who Loved Me
Part 1: Independent Women
Thanks nonnie! And sincere apologies for taking so long! I love this and as much as I enjoy Klaus as the bad guy I have changed it to suit my story. Hope you still like it! I then realised this had way more potential as longer than a mini prompt so tell me if you like it so far and I might just reciprocate if there's interest.
Los Angeles…
"Good morning, angels," his rich voice floated through the intercom.
"Good morning, Enzo," they replied in unison, bursting into fits of laughter as they uttered it.
"For god's sake, why can't you just call me Charlie like I asked?" He growled.
"Because we're not here to fulfil your pathetic, male fantasies," Kat offered, inspecting her recent manicure with sudden interest.
"And I'm not Farah Fawcett or even Cameron Diaz for that matter," Caroline added before he could bemoan the fact she wasn't again.
"You're just a few layers and bangs away from it, Forbes," he assured her. They all rolled their eyes at their handler's predictable response.
"Just because I can't see you doesn't mean I don't know what your eyes are doing, angels."
"You realise that technology has advanced since the 1970s right, Enzo?" Katherine explained slowly for his benefit. "It's this little thing called Skype, maybe you've heard of it?"
"But then I'd have to see your rolling eyes, while Forbes twirls her hair around her index finger, Bennett taps her feet impatiently and you inspect your latest manicure for the tiniest of faults."
"Have we been summonsed just to talk about hairstyles, manicures and eye rolling? I mean really, Lorenzo?" Bonnie asked. The silence from the other end of the line told them he was attempting to regain his composure. Enzo hated it when his agents questioned his authority, unfortunately for him he had no choice with these three firecrackers.
They were all at the top of their respective training programs in the CIA two years ago upon graduation, each girl offering a different skill set and as a trio had become the best undercover agents in North America over that short time.
"As much as I enjoy our chats, Bennett," he shot back gruffly. "I have your new assignment."
"Finally," Kat mumbled under her breath while looking between her friends curiously. "Please tell me it involves a beach in Hawaii or California at least, my tan is faltering given that extended period at the peak of Alaskan Winter."
"I'm so glad your tan trumps work, I'll be sure to put that on my next evaluation report, Pierce." He informed them curtly before continuing. "You'll need to be on the first plane to France tomorrow, your flights and accommodation have already been arranged. Further instructions will be forthcoming when you arrive but I'm happy to report that the Monte Carlo Beach Club will be happy to accommodate your tanning needs, Pierce."
Caroline looked between her friends curiously. Not only were they going to beautiful beaches in France but it was official, they'd made it to the international leagues and couldn't be happier with their progress so soon up the ranks. They stifled their excitement, knowing it would be extremely uncool to Enzo if they squealed right now given they were hardened CIA operatives.
"What? No high pitched girly screams? Given the look on your respective faces I'd conclude that you're pretending to be cool."
"Pervert," Kat murmured.
"As always this conversation has been a pleasure, angels," he chuckled, his throaty laugh coming alive through the intercom before disconnecting.
"What was that, Kat?" Bonnie insisted. "We already know he can see us."
"I like to throw him a little bone now and then," she said confidently. "Then his defenses are down and we can get those extra tidbits of information."
"Like?" Caroline asked curiously.
"Now I know exactly which bikinis to pack given the destination," she smiled mischievously before making her way towards the exit her hips swinging exaggeratedly as she did it.
Hotel de Paris, Monte-Carlo, Ambassador's Suite
"I did not sign up for this bullshit," Katherine huffed, her pacing back and forth against the impressive harbor backdrop from the large window quickening so much she was almost a blur.
The excitement about their current and surprisingly international mission had dampened quickly upon learning what exactly was required. Learning they were working in tandem with MI6 wasn't wholly unexpected but their undercover roles had been tough to swallow. Not to mention the agents they had to work with. Their reputation was legendary but it didn't mean they were happy.
The Mikaelson Men. And yes, that was their nickname world wide. Three brothers all extremely accomplished and gorgeous but also arrogant and lethal at the same time.
"Neither did I, but I'm not exactly sure what we can do about it now," Caroline interjected. "Enzo might be a pussycat but we're at the whim of the US Government don't forget."
"Way to ruin the mood, Care," she muttered, her pacing finally coming to a complete stop, albeit reluctantly given her exasperated expression.
"Look, the last thing I want to pretend is to be one of their pathetic girlfriends but I happen to like being in employment and paid accordingly." Given Bonnie's meagre upbringings, they weren't surprised at those comments. "In fact there's nothing more I love than a challenge, Kol Mikaelson won't know what hit him after the week's out."
Kat and Caroline were fairly certain she was right. "After all, it's only acting and given our impeccable skills, it will be a walk in the park along with that tan you're after."
"You might have a point. I kind of like the concept of messing with the smug Mikaelsons, especially that one in the suit, consider it our greatest triumph yet, ladies."
They parted ways at that point to prepare for their debut at the beach club, Caroline closing the bathroom door to inspect her appearance critically. Her golden waves cascaded halfway down her back, her blue eyes even more pronounced from the brief but intense exposure to the sunlight since their earlier arrival. The gold bikini which barely contained her creamy curves was perfect for the mission, especially paired with the transparent, white kaftan over it.
She'd chosen to conceal her connection with the Mikaelsons for operational reasons. The last thing she needed was any untoward emotional entanglements to rear their ugly head mid assignment. She steeled her nerves, knowing she needed to act better than she ever had in order to keep their past exactly where it needed to be. In the past.
Monte Carlo Beach Club
Caroline didn't flinch, just approached him on the beach purposefully beneath her floppy hat. They were mere inches apart before his crimson lips found hers greedily and his tongue tested the barrier before slipping in slowly and dipping into her warmth. A multitude of memories flooded back, so too the tingling between her legs as his mouth ravaged hers. Bastard. She resisted the urge to knee him roughly as deserved, deciding to shelve that particular reflex until they were alone.
They parted, but only a few inches, his blue eyes filled with the lust she knew all too well. Caroline had no intention of showing her true feelings, instead running her hand slowly down his bare chest. She could feel his breath hitch and was suddenly enjoying the power she exuded over him in the situation.
"What have I told you about not applying sunscreen every few hours, baby?" Caroline purred, her hands continuing their assault on his skin.
"I was waiting for you, love," he murmured, pulling her onto his lap and grasping her hand possessively, allowing it to move further southward, grazing the tip of his cock. Caroline noted just how aroused he was before continuing their charade. "No one knows how to rub in the sunscreen just like you."
"Unless you're planning on sunning yourself naked, I think your 'little boy' is well taken care of," she teased, noting the way his face fell briefly when she used that term.
"Do I need to punish you with my 'little boy' in front of everyone, sweetheart?" His words came out in short, sharp bursts as he threatened to penetrate her in public view. Caroline knew from experience he'd actually do it if provoked.
A deep laugh interrupted, breaking their heated concentration. Their eyes briefly, and reluctantly, averted as he approached. Clothed in head to toe black, even given the extreme heat. Of course they both knew who he was and exactly what he was capable of doing.
"Young people these days," he smirked knowingly. "Can I suggest we reconvene at the Casino tonight at my private table? Much less people frowning over public fornication, believe it or not. And I have to admit the way she puts you in your place is extremely arousing, Hayes."
Caroline felt his finger nails penetrate her lower back, something he was known for during jealous fits. She couldn't help but relish in that fact before agreeing to the night ahead. It was all part of their plan after all.
As childish as it sounded, she was equally as excited by catching the bad guy as she was playing mercilessly with the good one. Good being a relatively loose term when it came to Klaus Mikaelson.
What was going to happen next she wasn't quite sure about but it certainly wasn't going to be dull. That much she knew given their history.
TBC...