Mini prologue

"Special agent Forbes!" Caroline mumbled, holding her badge high, visible for everyone on the crime scene to see. And that was enough for them all to step away and clear her path. No one screwed with Caroline Forbes. Not unless they had a death-wish…

For the four years, she'd worked in the FBI, agent Forbes was in all kinds of black lists. Not one of them, a normal person could wave away carelessly as she did. But the fearless blonde wasn't even slightly bothered by that fact, since she didn't have even one unsolved case. It was why she was so hated by co-workers and criminals. Serial killers, frauds, rapists, even a terrorist… Thanks to her, they were all behind bars, right now.

And as a matter of a fact, she loved her job. Caroline loved the adrenaline that had burst in her in the middle of operations, she loved to see the criminals' faces, after she was the one, responsible for their capture. It all felt too good to be true.

"Tell me about the victim!" Her eyes traveled down the lifeless naked female body. She was probably not more than sixteen years old, with her throat slit.

"Her name is Miranda Holmes. She had two months left, till she turns sixteen. Straight "A" student… Never have been in trouble! She was pretty much the definition of a good girl." Jeremy was explaining, while reading from the girl's personal records.

"How long she's been dead?" Caroline stepped closer to the corpse and squatted next to it, as something shining caught her eye.

"At least eight hours! Her mother found her, after she came back from a double shift. She's a nurse!" The boy interjected, before continuing with the information about the girl. "We found semen around her tights."

"She was raped." Agent Forbes, nodded, signalizing to Jeremy that he was dismissed.

Caroline couldn't be disgust, anymore. She had seen too much in her job to be sickened by views like this. Actually, the hatred towards the guilty ones had taken all the empty place in her heart.

She reached something that paramedics must've missed, as they overly examined the body. The shining object was stuck underneath Miranda's armpits, and the moment she realized what this was, Caroline was happy she was the one who found it. Her fingers traced the length of a golden bracelet, as her stomach shrank. That was her golden bracelet.

Agent Forbes walked furiously down the hall, getting faster and faster with every further step she took. Her bad mood was greeted with large cups of Coffey and boxes of donuts. People were proposing her all kinds of small gifts, taking the form of food or drinks, all of this just to avoid her bad side. But all she did was ignoring them, completely, as she passed, leaving them hanging there, scared to speak out.

"Is he in the interrogation room?" Caroline asked in ice-cold tone, as she sensed Jeremy, marching, trying to catch up with her.

"Yes! Just like you suspected, they found him in his house in New Orleans." The boy nodded. He was a bit of a nerd, and he was also the smartest kid around the place, so Caroline had deep respect for him, even though, she, usually, gave him a hard-time. "He said he would talk only with you or his lawyer." Jeremy pointed out, as they both stopped in front of a room with a one-way mirror.

Caroline took a deep breath. Man up, she gave herself a mental order. She couldn't let anyone see how nervous, she actually was. The blonde could feel her heart, dropped in her stomach.

He was even more handsome, than before. His over-built muscles, flexed underneath his shirt. It was a disappointment for her that they'd always end up in the same way – with him, being on the other side of the glass… Four years ago, she would be in his arms by now, begging him to remind her his sweet taste of tobacco and cinnamon. Not today, though.

Today, Caroline was not the little naïve girl, anymore… She was agent Forbs, now! And agent Forbs didn't take any crap from anyone.

The blonde took a deep breath of courage for the last time, and entered the room, boldly. At first, Klaus Mikaelson just stared, directly at her, not showing any emotion. They hadn't seen each other from a year and a half. The last time they met, Caroling actually broke his nose.

Of course, the last time, she also found out why he had left her four years ago, without saying any word. They were engaged, and after spending one of the most pleasuring nights in their life, he'd just took off in the morning. Caroline was devastated, depressed, even suicidal… She'd blame herself for his decision, but after their last meeting, the girl vanished any similar thoughts, realizing that he was just a coward. A gang-leader. A fraud. A cheater. And as it seemed from recent evens – a murderer and a rapist, too.

"You've changed, love." He noted, slightly smiling at the whole new tough-girl image, she was trying to achieve.

"So have you!" She sat before him, crossing her arms over her chest. "I didn't know you became a murderer and a rapist… But then again, I guess I didn't know a lot of things about you." The spite, poisoned her words, hating that she felt her knees go soft, after he said that word, again. 'Love'. He knew it was one of her weak spots. However, Caroline wasn't going to show any sign of weakness. Not now!

"You couldn't possibly doubt at me, could you?" His smile vanished. Klaus now looked deadly serious. He looked honest, but that was still not enough for Caroline.

"Can't I?" She threw a plastic bag, the content of which was the found golden bracelet from earlier. "Do you recognize this?" Her eyes narrowed, as he picked the jewelry up.

"I gave you this, after we bought the apartment back in New York…" Forbs didn't let him finish.

"Do you have any idea how this ended up, underneath a fifteen year old girl's dead raped body?" She fired the question. The direct attack was her commonest approach towards criminals. Anger always played a role in interrogations like this, so playing the bad cop fit, perfectly.

"You tell me! It's your bracelet!"

"Don't bullshit me, Klaus! I know you took it, when you left me." Her fist slammed the table, but she quickly restored her control. "What I don't know is… Why not sell it by now? You probably needed the money back then!" Her ex fiancé squeezed his lips together, tightly, into a thin line. She was just pressing him, trying to confess something.

"I didn't do it, Caroline!" He hissed. "I didn't kill that girl."

"But you raped her, yeah? How did it happen? Did you just walked pass their house, and then when you saw a pretty young girl through the window, you break into her home and attacked her? Raped her and then perhaps she slit her own throat, because she couldn't live with herself, anymore? Do you like them young, now, Klaus? Fresh and tasty…"

"Stop it, Caroline!" Her, now, saw it. She truly was changed. It wasn't a role. She was completely different. Colder. She was fucking numb. And Klaus felt disruptive pain, tearing his heart apart, as he realized that he was the reason behind her bitterness.

"I assumed you don't have an alibi for the last night." Caroline announced, without really asking. And that made him stiffen. He didn't know if he should answer. No, he didn't want to answer. But if that was what it would take for her to believe him, than he was ready to speak it out loud.

"I was with Elena." The girl silenced herself, processing his words. Why did she felt such hurtful emptiness? Caroline already knew her sister was banging her ex. As a matter of a fact, she found out they were doing it, while she was still in a relationship with Klaus. She didn't really catch them on the top of one another, but Elena'd bragged that she finally beat Caroline in something. Her sister always looked at the blonde not like a family, but more like a competition, and that kind of saddened the current FBI agent, but that sadness vanished the moment she learned, the brown-head hooked up with the man she loved. "Caroline…" He started, but she raised her hand, and made him stop.

"I don't care, who you screw, as long as it provides you with a truthful alibi. I will send someone to check your story and verify it. Then, we can talk!" With her still narrowed eyes, Caroline was spitting every single word, emphasizing the visible hateful determination in her voice.

She didn't let him say nothing else. Her fingers snapped, and after not more than two seconds, a few police officers entered the room and took him away to his cell. No matter how hard he tried to fight the guards just to have two more minutes with his ex-fiancé, even with his muscular mass, Klaus wasn't able to defeat six well-trained men. And they all knew better, than to underestimate him.

Hi guys… This is my first Klaroline story… It has completely nothing to do with the actual shows (TVD, TO), but I really wanted to write something about the two of them. (I ship them sooo hard ;XX) And I had a few ideas, but eventually I decided to choose this one. Please tell me what you think… Should I continue it? What would you expect in the future, if I do? What did you like about it or what you didn't like about it? I'm open to suggestions, even though, I've created a plan in my head.

Well, stay awesome and creative! =)