AN: The idea came from the TV show Leverage on TNT, and the character's are from the TV show The Vampire Diaries. The ships in this fic are Klaroline (dominantly), Delena, Kalijah and Kolie (maybe Lexol? Whatever they are called, it's Kol and Lexie). The updates might be far and few between since I am working on another fic (Always and Forever) and I have finals starting in a few weeks. I love reviews and favorites :) Don't forget to subscribe!
-zoenichole
Mastermind/Hitter.
London, England.
Elijah had been looking for Nik for two weeks now, and really, he should have started here before going anywhere else. It was Nik's favorite city to be in, after all. Elijah had Nik's address, phone number, license information, and his schedule. For the past year Nik had been living as an artist in a beautiful loft overlooking the London Bridge, and was making money legitimately.
Elijah smiled as he saw his brother in a little café across the street from where he stood. He still wore dark jeans, a Henley, leather jacket, and his many necklaces still graced his neck. He looked good, and Elijah was pleased to know that he still seemed the same, with his scruff and smirk.
Elijah walked into the café and looked up as the little bell signaled his entrance. No one noticed, since the café was awfully busy, with all of the patrons, and the baristas busy making coffee and giving out pastries. He ordered a black coffee, and waited in line for it.
After receiving his coffee, he went over to Nik's table and sat down. Nik looked up and smiled.
"Hello, Elijah," He said, nodding his head fondly.
"Hello, brother," Elijah answered.
"What can I do for you?"
"I think you'll be interested in what Father has most recently done…" Elijah said, putting his elbows on the table as Klaus leaned back and crossed his arms, a frown overtaking his face.
"Do tell…"
Mastermind/Hacker.
Chicago, Illinois.
Elijah knew that Nik knew where Damon was, since they'd been the closest among the four men in their group. They first hated each other, but as their age changed, they found they had more in common than they thought and often spent nights in the closest bar with Kol.
And so, since Damon was next on his list of people to find, they were walking the streets of Chicago, an awfully busy city and looking for Damon's club, Doppelganger. Elijah knew he was referring to the beautiful, yet deadly Petrova twins, yet only one of them held Damon's heart, the other held Elijah's.
The bar outside was sleek, with dark brick, a red carpet and a red door. It was still light out, so the club was not yet open, though the bouncers were still stationed outside of the large doors.
"Name please." The bigger of the two answered, looking straight ahead.
"Mikaelson." Klaus answered with a smirk, feet planted and his arms crossed: his most intimidating stance.
The bouncers let them in immediately and they walked down the dark smoky hall, until they were led to an office on the third floor.
The mahogany door was open, though no one was in the room.
"Mr. Salvatore will be in shortly,"
Not two minutes later, Damon, dark hair, blue eyes, and smirk intact, walked into the room and sat down behind his desk.
"What can I do for you, Elijah?" He asked, propping his legs on his desk.
"Mikael's at it again, and we want to stop him." Elijah answered, and Damon's smirk fell.
"I'm listening."
Hitter.
Denver, Colorado.
It wasn't hard for Damon, Klaus and Elijah to find the youngest Mikaelson brother. Just a few calls made by Nik, and a few clicks on Damon's computer, and they had Kol's location and apartment address. Damon and Nik had a few good laughs after learning that Kol taught baseball to younger children on the weekends.
And so, the three friends found Kol at a ballpark, in his own world, with his trusty metal bat and the ball machine spitting out baseballs fast at him. Each hit was harder than the first, and Kol's smile grew as he saw them coming.
"Hello, brothers!" He called out, including Damon in his term of endearment.
"Hello, little brother," Klaus called back, leaning against the cage. "Mind if I join you?"
Kol laughed and stopped the machine.
"You didn't come all this way to play ball, Nik. What do you want?"
"That, you'll have to ask Elijah."
"What is this all about?" Kol asked Elijah, looking at his older brother.
Elijah's face was somber as he talked to Kol. "Mikael is bringing all of us down brother, this time someone needs to stop him."
Kol nodded and sat down on the bench, taking a sip from his Gatorade bottle. "What's the old man done now?"
Theif/Grifter.
New York, New York.
Alexia Branson was beautiful, and she knew it, and she used it to her advantage, much like her three best friends. As of now, she was using it against the cop stationed at the museum she was in, twirling her waist-length blonde hair and flashing her dimples at the young cop (too young cop—poor guy, she almost felt bad for him—he didn't even know what was happening).
"You model in France?" He asked, looking over her thin body.
"Oui, I am here for vacation, and I wanted to see this exhibit before I leave tonight. Couldn't you just let me in for a little bit?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at the baby-faced cop. She had wanted this painting for a few weeks and knew this would be her opportune moment to snatch it up before leaving to go to California.
"Well, I suppose I could, but you can't make too much noise, okay? I could get fired for doing this." Just as he was pulling back the ropes to let her in, she heard an all-too familiar voice, making her stop in her tracks.
"There you are, darling!" Kol called out, looping his arm in her own, smiling roguishly at the cop.
"Hello, darling, I thought you and the boys were waiting for me in the front?" She asked, playing along and putting a hand on his chest.
"I missed you too much and just had to come back for you. Are you ready to leave?"
"Of course," She smiled at the boy before her and Kol walked off in the opposite direction.
"What the hell, Kol? I was so close!" She complained, punching him in the arm and smiling up at him.
"We'll come back for it one day. As of now, however, we need your help, isn't that right Elijah?" He asked as they stopped in front of Klaus, Damon and Elijah.
"Too true, brother. Lexie, you remember Mikael's lust for revenge, don't you?"
"How could I forget?" Lexie deadpanned.
Grifters.
The Bahamas.
Of course the Petrova twins would take refuge from the cold weather on an island. It took Klaus, Damon, Kol, Lexie and Elijah a plane flight, and a few hours on a boat to get to them. They were sipping martinis in scantily clad bikinis as they tanned under the hot, blazing sun. One look at them, and you'd think they were just rich heiresses on a vacation. But their friends knew better, so when their sun was blocked by five figures, they took off their Ray Bans and opened their eyes, both revealing a pretty hazel color.
"Hello, Lexie," The one with curly hair said, patting her chair for her friend to take a seat.
"Hi, Kit Kat,"
"No hello for me?" The other twin, with straight hair pouted.
"Hello, Elena." Lexie smiled at the nicer twin.
"What's this visit about, boys?" Katherine asked, looking at the four men in front of her, licking her lips as she saw Elijah.
"My father's been a little too interested in each of our families. It's time to stop it, don't you think?" Elijah told Katherine, his eyes not venturing down like she wished they would.
Elena and Katherine pouted, looking at each other, sighing in unison as they sat up and wrapped sarongs around their slim hips.
"I guess it's time to find Carebear, then," The both said, sauntering off with Lexie at their side, the boys following.
"And the game of cat and mouse begins…" Kol whispered to Nik, both of them laughing at the glares Elijah and Damon sent their way.
Theif/Grifter.
Paris, France.
"She always did go big or go home, didn't she?" Kol asked Klaus, looking around the City of Lights, all lit up at this late hour.
"She deserves the best," Klaus answered, smiling as her sunny face appeared in his mind.
"When did she leave you?" Kol asked. It was always like this. She (sometimes he) left, went on their own for a bit, then came right back. They loved each other, and always would.
"Right before I left for London. She wanted Rome, but I wanted to settle for a bit. She left the next day. Last I talked to her; she was here, singing in a quaint theatre."
And now, all of them, Elijah, Katherine, Damon, Elena, Lexie, Kol and himself stood outside of that theatre, watching as everyone filed out before going in themselves, until they found her dressing room.
Klaus knocked on the door and waited for a response.
"Who is it?" She asked, just on the other side of the door.
"Sweetheart, open up!" Klaus said, smiling an actual smile at finally hearing her voice in person after all these months.
The door opened and before anyone could do anything, Caroline had jumped on Klaus, her legs around his waist, her arms thrown around his neck, and her mouth fused to his.
Elijah looked away, a slight blush on his cheeks. Katherine, Elena and Lexie giggled at her, while Damon smirked and Kol wolf-whistled.
"I've missed you, Nik!" She said delightfully, kissing his cheeks before kissing his lips once more before sliding down, tying the belt to her robe tighter and hugging herself to him.
"I've missed you too, sweetheart," Nik revealed to her, whispering it in her ear.
"Hello, Barbie," Damon said, and Caroline gave him a hug before moving on to everyone else.
"What's going on?" She asked, settling herself in Nik's arms again.
"It's Mikael," Elijah said, and she tensed, feeling an intense hatred for the man.
"Who else?" She mumbled to herself.
Mystic Falls, Virginia.
"Welcome home!" Kol said, throwing his backpack and suitcase on the floor before jumping on the couch.
Lexie hit his legs and waited for him to move them before she sat down on the couch, only before he returned his feet to her lap. She rolled her eyes and put her long blonde hair in a ponytail, and then she took his shoes off.
Elena sat down on the love seat, and Damon took his place beside her, putting an arm around her so she could snuggle into his chest, the other hand busy with his IPad, turning on the six flat screen TV's in front of them and finding all the information on Mikael Mikaelson they had.
Klaus sat in his favorite chair; Caroline perched on the arm of it, before he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap. She giggled and kissed his neck, intertwining their fingers together.
Kat sat in Elijah's chair, feet curled to the side, as Elijah paced in front of them, hands clasped behind his back.
"As you all know, our father," Elijah waved a hand at Kol, Klaus and himself before continuing on. "Does not have very… orthodox ways of doing things. Since we were young he has had it out for Mother—for having an affair that resulted in Niklaus—and each of your families. The Salvatore's—for being the top logging company in Mystic Falls; the Petrova's—for owning the hospital; and the Forbes's—for having influence in the law system. Each of our families has a place on the Founder's Council, however most know that it all depends on who has the most power—the one with the most power ultimately makes all the decisions that affect Mystic Falls."
Everyone was looking intently at the spread on the TV's before them.
Mikael, looking as harsh and cruel as ever even in a picture.
Basic information: age, address, weight, height, family, weaknesses, strengths, most trusted men…
The stats for his law firm.
How much he's worth.
Pictures of the law firm.
Pictures of the house.
Pictures of each member of his family (including Elijah, Klaus and Kol).
Caroline smiled fondly as she saw a picture of Rebekah, another of her closest friends that she talked to frequently, and the youngest Mikaelson sibling.
"Now, here is what he's been doing: he has been digging up any information possible on everyone involved in each of you families line of work, bringing anyone down that he can, and it seems that when he's done doing that, he's going to start buying off people from the inside, getting information, and we know that our families aren't exactly completely pure."
Elijah looked around at each one of them before continuing on.
"Giuseppe Salvatore—involved with the Italian mob. Isobel and John Petrova—selling drugs from the hospital illegally. Steven and Elizabeth Forbes—turning a blind eye to their close friends and helping them with any legal issues. Mikael and Esther just finalized their divorce—Henrik going to Mother, full custody—which gives Mikael an added urge for revenge."
Everyone in the room smirked as Elijah told of their families' corruptness. Giuseppe taught all of them to how to fight and be feared, John and Isobel taught them how to be quick, take things without being noticed, and Steven and Elizabeth taught them how not to get caught.
"Here is the plan: we scope Mikael's home and the grounds, then we scope his offices, Damon, you try getting into his security at the house and office, the main thing you need to do, however, is get everything from his computer onto a hard drive of our own. Lexie—work on your dumb blonde with his assistant, take Kol with you for backup, Kat and Elena—be the distractions. Caroline, once we get into Mikael's own office it will be your job to crack open his safe and get his work, take anything you think is important. Make copies of his files, anything. Klaus, you're her backup."
Everyone nodded, and they all looked as if they were in a world of their own—thinking of what lay ahead of them.
"There is one… complication… for all of us. Since this is our town, everyone knows us. We have no need for different identities. Just keep that in mind. Everything else is the same. We have a mark, we have a plan, and it just so happens this job is more personal. Does everyone understand?"
Elijah looked around at everyone as if to make a point before nodding his head and walking from the room.
"Good, we start tomorrow."