"So how did things go with you and Savannah?" Amy asked Klaus. "Does she still like you?"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "I didn't doubt for a second that she would."

"Are you sure?" Amy asked. "Cause if you were worried, you could tell me."

"Well, now that we know Jonathan does in fact have designs on you," Klaus said. "Can I throw him out? Please?"

"If he makes a move, I'll have a talk with Astrid about relocating him," Amy replied firmly. "I promise you that. But for now, let's let him stay."

"But you heard what he said!" Klaus replied. "How can you even let him live here after that?"

"Cause I can kind of see where he's coming from," Amy replied. "Not only were we engaged, but when I broke it off, we never really had closure. So you can't blame the poor guy for thinking about the life he would've had." Amy sighed and Klaus gave her a look. "Go find Astrid," he ordered. "Tell her what's going on with Jonathan and ask her to deal with him. Cause if you don't, I will, and I know that'll upset you."

"Give him one more chance," Amy repeated. "For me, please."

Klaus' eyes narrowed. "All right," he said. "I'll show him forgiveness, kindness, and mercy for you, Amy. But remember, this is his last chance."

Amy sighed. "All right," she said. "He'll behave himself, I promise."

After that, Klaus tried his hardest to be civil to Jonathan for Amy's sake, even if it was very difficult. But keeping all his anger inside made it worse for innocent humans on the street, and one night, after gorging on many an innocent civilian, Klaus came home with blood all over his face and shirt, his fangs bared and breathing hard.

Unfortunately, Jonathan, who was carrying Savannah at the time, was the first person to see him. Jonathan's eyes widened, he hit Klaus with a stunning spell, and ran back to Amy, clutching Savannah tight.

"Amy!" He cried, breathing hard. "We have to leave now," he said. "Pack Savannah's things and come with me."

"Why?" Amy asked, looking worried. "What's happened?"

"You've wed yourself to a madman!" Jonathan exclaimed. "He's stunned for the moment, but I don't know how long that will last, so you have to hurry!"

"What makes you say that?" Amy asked.

"He just stumbled in here covered in blood and looking angry!" Jonathan answered. "You look less concerned than you should be."

"Cause there's nothing to be concerned about," Amy replied. "Klaus is a vampire. He drinks blood. Seeing him come home covered in it is not something to worry about."

"But what if he's still hungry?" Jonathan asked. "He could start on you and Savannah next, like animals that eat their young!"

Klaus wouldn't eat us," Amy replied. "I offered to have him feed on me once and he was revolted by the idea. So don't you worry."

Just then, they heard a sharp, angry voice call out. "Amy?" Klaus growled. "Where are you?"

"In our room, dear!" Amy called back.

After that, Jonathan's eyes widened again and he went to block the door with his body. "Are you mad to invite him in here?" Jonathan asked. "He could hurt you!"

"No, he won't," Amy replied calmly. "I told you that, Jonathan. You're worrying for nothing."

The warlock sighed and gazed at Amy pitifully. "He's really got you in his claws, doesn't he, you poor girl?"

"No," Amy shook her head. "I'm fine. Now, I'm sure you can fine something to do with yourself." He was still bracing his body against the door when it burst off its hinges and sent him sprawling to the floor.

"He used magic on me!" Klaus told Amy, kicking Jonathan's prone body as he struggled to get up. "And with no provocation at all."

"He was just concerned for Savannah and me when he saw you were covered in blood," Amy explained. "But I assured him there was nothing to worry about."

"Good," Klaus nodded, panting. "I need a shower. Wanna join me?" He then kicked Jonathan in the head before he went into the bathroom.

"Of course," Amy nodded, her eyes worried as she eyed Jonathan's prone figure. "I'll be there in a minute." After Klaus disappeared behind the bathroom door, Amy helped Jonathan to his feet. "You wouldn't mind watching Savannah while Klaus and I do this, would you?" She asked.

"Of course," Jonathan nodded, rubbing his head with a wince. "Not to worry."

"Thanks!" Amy replied and gave him a brief hug before heading into the bathroom and joining Klaus in the shower. Jonathan stayed there for a few minutes, hoping she would come out, but once he began hearing cries of ecstasy, he figured it was time to get out of there and check on Savannah.

"I'm worried for you," Jonathan told Savannah when he came to her room and picked her up. "Your mother says things with your father are all right, but I just don't think that being around a man like him is safe for either of you. So I'm gonna take things into my own hands, Savannah. I'm going to take you and your mother to a safe place where he'll never be able to hurt you. But it wouldn't be prudent to do it during the day. We'll have to do it tonight when there's less of a chance of your father catching us." He paused and kissed the baby's cheek. "Just be patient, darling. I'll get you out of here."

"So," James told Klaus over the phone that night. "Have you had anything happen that would allow me to convict Jonathan Putnam and drag his sorry ass back to jail? Or, even better, to Luke, cause he's used magic to interfere with your relationship with Amy? Please tell me you have!"

"Not yet," Klaus replied. "But I think we're damn close. I went out on a hunt today and came back covered in blood. Jonathan saw me and was terrified. It was quite humorous, actually. Now, he'll probably get it into his head that I'm not a suitable person to be around either my daughter or my wife and do something stupid."

"Excellent," James replied. "Keep up the good work and let me know as soon as anything good happens."

"Oh, I might not even need to tell you," Klaus replied. "It could be all over the witch news. But if not, yeah, I'll let you know."

"Good," James replied. "Good night, and good luck."

"Thanks," Klaus replied. "Goodnight."

"Who was on the phone?" Amy asked as Klaus came and got into bed next to her.

"James," Klaus replied. "Lenora's husband, you know. He and I are chummy."

"Well, it's nice to know you can be friends with warlocks," Amy replied. "You don't think you could give Jonathan a chance as well?"

"Sorry, love, no," Klaus replied. "Now, if I'd met him and he'd had no prior connection to you whatsoever, maybe. But since he desperately wants to bed you and is not subtle about it, I'll never be nice to him. End of story."

"He might have those thoughts," Amy replied. "But he'd never be foolish enough to act on them. It could get him in big trouble!"

"Never underestimate a determined man in love, Amy," Klaus replied. "Trust me on this, cause I know."

Amy sighed. "Well, whatever," she said. Then Klaus took her in his arms and they made love until they both passed out, with Amy having just enough strength to turn off the lights before she shut her eyes for good.

Later that night, when Jonathan was sure everyone was asleep, he went into Savannah's room first, dabbing a little bit of potion onto her closed eyes, and then, as quietly as he could, he did the same to Amy, before getting the pair of them together and taking them to the safe house he'd gotten specifically for this particular venture. After tucking both of them into bed, he marveled over his good fortune. Klaus hadn't woken up once to stop him, even though he'd been sure that that would be the end result.

"Some days, I'm just lucky, I guess," he said to himself. Then got in bed next to Amy and didn't open his eyes again until morning.

"So, what happened?" James asked Klaus the next morning. "Did the plan work?"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "Both Amy and Savannah are gone. Now hurry up and find them so you can fix whatever it is he did to her. I'm all right with having Amy temporarily under his spell, but I don't want it to go on forever."

"Of course," James nodded. "I'll come and pick you up, then we can go talk to Astrid."

"All right," Klaus replied. "See you in a few minutes."

"And just what are you up to, Daddy?" Lucy asked, coming up behind her father and causing him to start. "Nothing nefarious, I hope?"

"What I'm doing, I'm doing with the best intentions," Klaus defended himself to his daughter. "Although, I admit that some people, like your uncle and possibly Amy might think of this as nefarious and not be happy with me."

"Just what is it that you did?" Lucy asked.

"Well, you know how badly I want that man out of my house," Klaus replied. "So I've been talking with James, who also has a problem with this arrangement, and we thought that if we could get Jonathan arrested again, he'd be sent somewhere else, like jail, and he'd never trouble Amy and me again."

Lucy's eyes widened. "I understand you don't like the guy, Daddy, but is it really fair to get him put in jail? What trumped up charges are you gonna use?"

"Ah," Klaus grinned. "That's the best part: the charges won't be trumped up. They'll be legitimate. I'm just luring him into a situation that'll force him to do bad things cause there's no way he'd do them normally."

"There has to be a better way to deal with him," Lucy replied. "Can't you just tell him how you feel? Start a dialogue or something? That would be more polite and wouldn't land anyone in jail."

"No," Klaus replied shortly. "And you know, if it was your sister who was here, she'd tell me I had a good idea! You're my daughter. Stop talking nonsense like that!"

"Well, I'm sorry if I can't! And it's not nonsense!" Lucy called after him as he strode away from her. "But I hope you get what you want anyway."

"I know you don't mean that," Klaus called back. "But thank you."

Then Lucy sat down, rolled her eyes, and wondered if maybe she should have gone to her uncle's after all.

"So this is the house?" Klaus asked as he and James appeared at the house where Jonathan was supposedly keeping Amy and Savannah. "Kind of small, isn't it?"

"Well, if Putnam meant for it to be a secret," James replied, "he wouldn't want something that screams 'Here I am, there are kidnapped people in here' right?"

"Well, I suppose," Klaus replied and then followed James up to the front door. James kicked it in and the men strolled inside. Amy was the first person they saw, and Klaus ran up to her and put his arms around her. She shrieked, pushed him away, and hit him on the head with the frying pan she'd just cooked eggs in and he fell to the ground.

"Are you all right?" James asked her.

"Who are you?" Amy asked, her eyes wide and frightened. "And what makes you think you have the right to barge into my house at this time of day for no reason?"

"Don't worry," James told her, showing her his badge. "I'm an officer of the law."

"Oh," Amy sighed. "Good. Arrest that man, please!" She said, pointing at Klaus. "He put his hands all over me and I don't even know him!"

"You don't?" James asked, one eyebrow raised. "You don't recognize your own husband?"

"He's not my husband!" Amy replied. "My husband is Jonathan Putnam, and I don't know who this man is!"

"He's your husband," James replied. "But you honestly have no memory of that?"

"No," Amy shook her head. "Cause that never happened!"

James got down on his knees and helped Klaus to his feet. "Do you have the picture I told you to bring?" He asked him.

"Yes," Klaus replied, pulling out a picture of them together. "Here's a photo of us," He told Amy. And Savannah is with us. See?"

"Her name isn't Savannah," Amy replied. "It's Rachel. Rachel Mary Putnam."

"No, it's not!" Klaus yelled impatiently, his hands becoming fists. "You're my wife, she's our daughter, Savannah Audrey Mikaelson. The picture proves that!"

"No, it doesn't," Amy shook her head. "Now if it was a wedding photo, maybe I'd believe you, but even those can be faked."

"Fuck," Klaus whispered running his fingers through his hair. "Why did we have to be married on the island where they don't give you any damn wedding photos?"

"I think you should take this and go now," Amy replied, handing him the photo just as Savannah began crying. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go take care of my daughter."

James and Klaus left the house and Klaus pulled James up by his collar. "What will we do now?" He asked. "You said this would be easy to fix!"

"And it will be!" James assured him. "The second Putnam comes back here, we'll arrest him cause clearly he used something on Amy to make her forget you and fall in love with him, and that would fall under 'using your powers to mess with love', which, as no one knows better than me, is not only against the law, but a major offense."

"You just better hope for your own sake that he gets back soon," Klaus replied. "Or I'll get angry. And you won't like me when I'm angry."

"I hope you and your date had fun at the reception," Margot snapped at Kol. "Cause she looked kind of trampy to me!"

Kol chuckled as he watched her stomp in the house ahead of him. "'Fun' doesn't begin to describe what we had. How about you? I saw you looking at that guy Amy came in with. Who was he?"

"Nobody," Margot huffed. "Just Jonathan. He's Amy's ex and I made the mistake of spending time with him too."

"Does Amy still like him, do you think?" Kol asked. "Is that why she was so desperate to pair you off with me? So you don't get any ideas and steal her man?"

"No," Margot replied. "How stupid can you be? Do you not realize how committed she is to Savannah and your brother? Klaus probably just didn't want to come, so Jonathan was there as an escort."

"So..." Kol began. "Wanna go to bed?"

"You really don't stand on ceremony, do you?" Margot asked, surprised by his bluntness, though she shouldn't have been. "Why didn't you just go to bed with your date? Did you wait because you thought I'd go to bed with you for free?"

"No," Kol said, glaring at her. "Never mind." He stomped off and she sighed. Maybe she'd been too hard on him. She hurried to his room. His door was closed. "Sorry I was so hard on you!" She called. "Now would you like to be rough with me?" When he gave her no response, she opened the door and came in anyway.

"Go away," Kol replied without looking up. "I never said you could come in."

"Oh, yeah?" Margot replied. "Why don't you come over here and make me?"

"All right," Kol replied, getting off the bed to come give her a hard shove out the open door. She hit her head against the hallway wall, but got up immediately and pushed him back, ripping his shirt in the process. He looked down at it and growled. "I just bought this yesterday!" He cried, picking her up by her hair. She punched him in the gut, and as vengeance, he ripped her shirt too, revealing just her bare breasts beneath the fabric.

"See anything you like?" She asked, licking her lips.

Kol then shut his eyes. "You little..." She chuckled and the ringing of her laughter in his ears made him even more irritated. He pulled her shirt off the rest of the way and kissed her to stop that ear splitting laughter of hers. She paused for a moment, gave him a good hard slap, and then pulled him to her again, his hands cupping and massaging her breasts briefly before moving down her thighs and under her skirt. He lowered her to the floor and slowly removed her shoes, panty hose, and panties, then proceeded to touch her with varying degrees of pressure before she shrieked and wriggled out of her skirt, and gave Kol a clear playing field. He grinned and leaned down to kiss her, and when he came back up, she said, "Aren't you gonna undress too?"

"Oh, all right," he said and threw off his shirt and pants with abandon. "If you really want me to."

"I see you don't wear underwear," she observed.

"What of it?" Kol asked. "You weren't wearing a bra."

"I wasn't criticizing you. I was just making an observation," Margot replied. "And kudos to you for making this process easier."

"Same to you, my darling," Kol replied, then pushed into her as she clutched him for dear life, repeating his actions several more times before he finally rolled off her as they both panted loudly in the hallway.

"And to think we did that so close to your bed," Margot replied. "Would it have killed us to walk a few feet?"

"Yes," Kol replied, putting a few fingers under her chin and turning her to face him. "What's the fun of sex in bed? Your sister has sex in bed. Is that who you are, Margot?"

"Not really," she said to him with a grin. She got up and came back a few minutes later, a set of handcuffs dangling from one finger. "Next time, we use these," she said. "I was a cop for Halloween one year, and I was really harsh on anyone who broke the law."

Kol chuckled. "And after that, what would you say to being my little French maid?"

Margot grinned. "In your dreams!" She cried.

"Oh, definitely," Kol replied with a grin. "Every night. I guarantee it."