Caroline set out a platter of muffins on the table and stood back, tilting her head to look at them from a different angle. Okay, so they might not do much for the décor, but she couldn't think of any other acceptable social behavior for a meeting called between two groups that severely disliked each other, particularly when the meeting pertained to a missing person.

Bonnie and Elena were currently with the Mikaelsons and the Salvatores respectively. Jenna was setting up the Skype line with Alaric – though by the sounds floating in from the other room it seemed far more like flirty banter than business chats.

Caroline sighed, adjusting the platter again, before nodding to herself. This was going to be a long meeting.

"Never figured you to be the domestic type, sweetheart."

Caroline spun round to see Klaus grinning wolfishly from the doorway.

"I bake. When I feel like it." Caroline replied shortly, resolving to leave the muffins alone.

"Seems like I barely know anything about you." He said, strolling into the room.

"And I'm sure it can stay that way." She matched his steps, keeping an equal distance between them at all times. She wasn't going near him after their conversation last night over the phone. "Where are Kol and Bonnie?"

"Arguing over coffee." Klaus had made his way to the desk, his eyes running over the few personal items littered across it. "It seems that coffee keeps this business running."

"At times, it probably does." Caroline reached the extent of her control when Klaus picked up the photo the Angels had taken on the beach in Miami after a particularly hard case. She placed her hand on top of the frame, and he allowed her to lower his hand and the picture back to its place on the desk.

"Do you mind?" She asked crossly.

"Not in the slightest." He replied with a grin, happy to have brought her closer. Caroline seemed to realize that in the same second, her breath catching as she allowed her gaze to drop to his lips. She blinked, trying to clear her mind.

"If you're always this irritating in business meetings, then its no wonder the few we know about have turned sour." She said harshly, wanting distance, ice and coldness, anything that didn't resemble the delicious heat that was radiating between them.

Klaus merely chuckled, turning his hand to catch her fingers as they still rested idly on the picture frame. "Then it seems like you barely know anything about me, either." His fingertips caressed over hers in a way that must have been illegal judging by the feelings it evoked in Caroline. "Though I'd be more than happy to share everything."

"Everything but the location of your brother." She half-laughed, before allowing the seriousness of the situation to wash over her and taking a step back. "I would assume that you would want to focus fully on retrieving Elijah."

Klaus looked as if he would like nothing more than to grab her and pull her back into an embrace far fiercer than the one they had just shared, but Elena chose that moment to walk in with the Salvatores. The five of them stood awkwardly for a second before Elena jumped in.

"Everyone is welcome to take a seat." She suggested as silence reigned.

"Thank you, Elena." Stefan replied helpfully, sitting down on the couch and yanking Damon to sit down next to him.

"Yes, thank you, Elena." Damon echoed, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Especially for inviting the suspect along. It will make it much easier to interrogate him."

"I'm not here as a suspect, Damon." Klaus smirked. "I'm here as a specialist. Though you would have known that sooner if you had done your homework."

Damon's scowl deepened. "I don't believe you for a second when you say you don't know where your brother is. You might have everyone fooled, but just know that I'm onto you. And once we find them – "

"Don't give yourself away, Damon." Klaus tutted, knowing he was riling him up. "Why did you want to find my brother again?"

"To finalize our business deal." Stefan said on behalf of his brother, who appeared to be too angry to speak.

"Ah yes, that's right. The Salvatore brothers always have each others backs." Klaus nodded, his gaze zeroing in on the younger brother. "A pity that you couldn't afford anyone else that loyalty."

"What's done is done, Klaus." Stefan said levelly, but a twitch in his left eyelid gave away his stress.

Elena and Caroline watched all the chaos evolve without their own involvement. Whoever said that men never fought like cats was seriously wrong.

Jenna chose that moment to carry in the laptop with Alaric's Skype screen call. The room descended into silence again, and Alaric cleared his throat as the laptop was placed on the desk facing everyone.

"Well this is sufficiently awkward."

"Alaric, this is Elijah's brother Niklaus." Jenna introduced. "His other brother Kol must be elsewhere in the building."

"Pleasure to meet you." Alaric greeted Klaus.

"Likewise." He said in return, his expression slightly guarded.

"We can go through the plan without Kol and Bonnie being present for the start." Jenna decided, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"Right. Of course." Elena nodded, before launching into the latest update. "So far, we have very few leads on Elijah Mikaelson. However he has vanished, and whether he is with someone or not, it's clear that he does not want to be found, which leads us to believe that someone else may be after him as well."

"We ask you gentlemen now if you would know of anything that would cause him to run in this manner?" Caroline asked the four men.

The girls did not miss the way that they all glanced quickly at each other. Clearly there was something here that each of them didn't want to reveal in front of the others.

"No." Stefan answered first.

"Not a clue." Damon reiterated.

"He didn't speak of his personal life with us." Alaric clarified.

"He didn't do that with his family much either." Klaus said. Caroline eyed him carefully before letting her suspicions pass and continuing.

"Well then I hope he did talk openly with the next person we will be questioning." She sighed. "Bekah."

"We barely found any information on her in our database." Elena frowned, turning to Klaus. "We were hoping you could fill in some of the blanks?"

"I'm not at liberty to do so." He smirked. "But I can tell you where you'll be able to contact her."

"Where?" Elena asked.

"At her next job." Klaus answered.

"Where?" Caroline gritted, starting to get fed up with all of the evasion.

Klaus bit back a laugh.

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"Victoria's Secret." Bonnie scoffed. "You've got to be kidding me."

"It's the only way to get to Bekah." Elena reasoned as the two of them walked towards the building that would be hosting the latest Victoria's Secret fashion catwalk show.

"And what, she was too busy to schedule a meeting with us?" Bonnie frowned.

"More like her brother was too cryptic with how to get in touch with her." Elena sighed. "I trust him as far as a baby could throw him."

"Even less than that." Bonnie agreed. "Where are the Salvatores in all of this?"

"We told them to take a break and get back to managing their company." Elena said fiercely. "They've been far too involved with us lately."

"And we've been far too involved with them." Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Speaking of which, how is Stefan?"

"Good." Elena beamed, but then her smile shrank a little. "Well, not all good. I'm still trying to help him break his addiction."

"You can't tackle every problem on your own, you know." Bonnie warned her.

"I know." Elena nodded, then shot the other girl a look. "Like you're one to talk, Miss Damon-does-everything-I-say."

"How is that a problem?" Bonnie asked. "I have him house trained."

"I didn't know you were playing house with him." Elena teased.

Bonnie waved it off. "Regardless, we've been too involved with them. Its good that we're able to do our job properly now."

"Mmm. It'll make up for Caroline's sudden involvement with our still suspicious suspect Klaus." Elena mused.

"Nice alliteration!"

"Thanks. But really," Elena sighed. "A date? She actually bargained a date with this guy?"

"Listen, I'd usually be worried, but this is Caroline." Bonnie soothed. "She's smart, stubborn and headstrong. She's going to be fine. If anything, this guy won't make an impact. And if he does, then he'll be the one to get knocked off his feet in the end. He won't know what hit him."

"Speaking of forces of nature," Elena reminded her. "You're up." She pushed Bonnie towards the dressing rooms.

"Why me?" Bonnie pouted.

"You drew the short straw, so go." Elena blew her a kiss before spinning around and walking off into the audience.

"How did I get this job again?" She half-muttered to herself as she moved through the dozens of international models waiting to go onstage. She passed by Caroline, who was managing part of the backstage crowd, and looking every bit the part of event planner. Clearly she already had her back-up career planned.

Caroline frowned as she got a moment to herself, wondering why there happened to be a slight gap in her electronic schedule.

"Now how did I know I'd find you at the helm of the ship?" A familiar British voice sounded, and she bit her lip, looking up to find Klaus leaning against the wall next to her.

She grimaced at him, going back to her tablet. At least that clarified who had mucked around with her schedule to gain more of her free time. "Go away, I'm busy."

He shrugged it off with the confidence only the very wealthy and handsome could have. "I was wondering what time I should pick you up tomorrow."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "How about a quarter to never?" She would never understand how she had got into this mess, even if she secretly wanted it…oh, Bad Caroline, Bad, Bad Caroline!

"I was promised a date in return for the help my younger brother and I would bring." Klaus reminded her, smirking as her frown deepened.

"Yes, a date, like to a movie where we don't have to talk, and I can put at least three seats between us." She grumbled.

"Surely you aren't ignorant of what we have between us." He said playfully.

"Aside from your giant ego, there is nothing between us." She shot back, engrossing herself in her notes. A sudden warmth all along her right hand side told her that he had strode closer to her, and in his usual way wasn't touching her…yet…

"So you are trying to tell me that you don't feel anything towards me." He murmured, and Caroline cursed the shiver that automatically ran through her. It was his accent, okay? She steeled her will and looked sideways at him, not even bothering to turn her head.

"Aside from frustration, no."

Klaus grinned. "Oh, frustration I can handle, love. I'm sure you have plenty of frustrations you would like to take out on me."

Her stomach swooped. No, Caroline, bad Caroline, don't think about how his hands would feel on your skin, don't…

"But aside from frustration, nothing else?" Klaus asked with far too much innocence.

"Nothing. Nothing at a –" Caroline's words died away as the air was sucked back into her lungs. Klaus traced his fingers tantalizingly up her forearm and along her neck, sweeping her hair back to expose her skin.

"So anything I do, anything at all," Klaus said quietly, dipping his head to brush his lips ever so lightly across the section of shoulder that he had uncovered. It was as if his lips were electrically charged, and they sent a current zipping through Caroline to the tips of her fingers and toes.

"Anything I do is in vain? You don't feel a single thing?" Klaus finished his question, a chuckle barely contained in his voice.

Caroline sucked in another lungful of air, trying to find clarity along with the oxygen. "I. Feel. Nothing." She gritted, hoping that at least she could make herself believe it.

The words sounded false to both of their ears, but Klaus still stepped back again.

"Pity. Well, I'm sure I could persuade you otherwise, but you have a job to do, right, sweetheart?" He winked at her before strolling away through the models who stopped to appreciate and flutter their eyelashes at him. Caroline was left slightly jealous and completely frazzled, filled with a weird combination of hate and lust for the man.

Damn him. She was going to kiss him and kill him.

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Elena mingled with the crowd waiting for the show to start. She accepted a glass of champagne from one of the waiters and smiled at her luck in finding the perfect job. That is, until someone jostled her and the glass slipped from her hand. Before she could do more than curse her luck, someone else caught the champagne flute with deft fingers.

Kol.

"Thanks." Elena breathed. "Didn't know you had the skill."

"I'm a quick learner. Speedy reflexes." Kol replied, handing the glass back to her and glancing around to check if their conversation would be overheard. "Everything set?"

"All going smoothly." Elena replied.

"I'm sure days like today seem easy for your team." Kol noted. "And cases like this are peaceful."

"What makes you think that?" She asked.

"In comparison to some other cases with bodies strewn around the place." He said casually.

The old Elena would have blanched. The new Elena took it in her stride. "I suppose."

"You've killed, haven't you?" Kol asked, a curious excitement lighting in his eyes. "Or are you one of those Mary Sue organizations."

Elena studied him carefully. "I've killed. But I wouldn't want to retell those stories."

"Shame. I always enjoy a good tale of adventure and action." He sighed.

"What is it that you do again, Mr Mikaelson?" She asked.

"I gamble. I drink. I live." Kol said, just as cryptic as his brother. "You lose track of some stories over the years."

Elena began to get the feeling that the Angels had fallen in with some seriously deadly company. She was starting to wonder if the Mikaelson's body count was higher than theirs.

"So." Kol brought her attention back to their conversation. "Will we start to put this plan into action soon? Or just jibber jabber?"

"I'm sure the show will start soon." Elena replied. "Caroline noticed that this 'Bekah' of yours doesn't get on till the second designer in the show, so once she's in her dressing room we'll find a way to talk to her."

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"Damon – " Bonnie growled into the receiver, and heard his answering sigh as a rush of static across the phone line.

"I know, I know. Stay out of the case. Yadda yadda. I'm just checking in."

"And I'm just calling bullshit." She replied.

"You might be right." He said slowly.

"What do you want, Damon?" She asked pointedly.

"I want you…" Damon paused, gauging Bonnie's reaction.

"You want me…?" She fished, her stomach swooping but her mind telling her that he couldn't possibly be finishing the sentence there.

Her tone made him falter. He knew he shouldn't have said that over the phone, he couldn't tell what she was thinking from the mere tone in her voice. "…to be careful." He finished, knowing full well that he had never intended to put any words after those first three.

"Then thank you." Bonnie replied softly after a pause. She heard him sigh and then the line clicked as he hung up. She remained there still with the phone pressed against her ear, uncertain about what just happened.

Bonnie shook her head. No. Time to get back in the game.

She finished getting prepared for the catwalk.

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Caroline was a whirlwind. She sent model after model down the runway, completely in her element. She gave a special wink to Bonnie as she strutted past wearing nothing more than a flimsy negligee and a pair of angel wings.

Her good mood stopped, however, when she caught sight of their favourite suspect and a model she remembered seeing on the cover of Elle and Vogue within the past two months. Klaus, for once, didn't appear to be doing any more than talking, albeit in a charming manner. The model, on the other hand, looked as though she were minutes from draping herself across him and eating him whole.

A mini green monster that reminded her of the Hulk roared in Caroline's chest, and she found herself flinging off her headset and handing it to whomever had been pestering her to take a break for the past hour, before marching over to the irritatingly handsome bad boy and the irritatingly beautiful supermodel.

"Actually, I will take that date." Caroline said shortly, pulling Klaus away from the Brazilian model.

"Really?" Klaus asked, with the barest hint of unconcealed glee in his voice. "Because I was happy chatting to Azra."

"I'm sure you were, but goddamnit, I am the only one who is going to get sucked in by your whole darkness thing today." She snapped.

"I thought you wanted to forget all about that."

"Please, I've thought about it every day. Get over it already."

Klaus suddenly stopped, making Caroline halt in an almost comic way as she was pulled back and avoided colliding with his chest. She looked up at him with a frown, tugging on their still linked hands.

"Are we having a lunchdate, or what?"

Klaus had an oddly determined set to his brow as he shifted their joined hands so their fingers wove through each others, interlocking. He raised his other hand to tilt and cup her cheek, before lowering his mouth to hers for a tender, cautious kiss.

It still completely shocked Caroline out of her system.

He took advantage of her gasp of surprise, catching her bottom lip between hers and tugging it gently into his mouth, and that was where she lost track of everything.

He tasted the same way she had imagined, the same way he smelled, like spice and misty mornings and iron…

Considering he had a barbed and witty mouth while talking, his lips were so soft while kissing…

How did he manage to make his kiss so demanding and yet touch her with such care…

He sure knew how to use his teeth…

Caroline wanted more

And Klaus chose that moment, after she had realized that she wanted more, to pull back and look at her.

She stared back at him, wondering why he had stopped kissing her rather than wondering why he had started kissing her in the first place.

"So…" He sighed, as if nothing had happened. "Lunch?"

"I think I've got enough time to skip the lunch date." She said breathlessly, craning up to press another kiss to his lips, but a commotion behind her made her pause and retreat.

"What was that?" Her eyes searched through the gloom backstage. She could have sworn they were the only ones here in this corner of the backstage area. She half expected Klaus to make some sort of witty comeback and sweep her back into his arms, but she looked up to find him on the alert just as much as she was, scanning what he could see in the dark.

"Caroline…" Klaus said in a dark, hushed voice. "You remember when I said that this case was too dangerous?"

"Yes?"

"Go back and find your teammates."

Caroline frowned. "Oh no, you are not seriously sending me back like some child!"

"Caroline, just – "

"I did not go through years of training – "

"Go and find the – "

"sitting in some sexist office – "

"I don't want you to get – "

"be pushed around by an arrogant – "

Klaus suddenly pushed her back by her shoulders. Caroline stumbled, her arms flailing for a moment before she easily regained her balance. She sucked in air to rage at him for pushing her around, but it all rushed out again when she realized why he had pushed her away. An arrow was sticking out of the wall beside her. And Klaus was missing.

Caroline turned to see two figures sprinting away from her down the hall, and she'd hazard a guess that one of them was Klaus.

Shit.

She took off after them, covering an impressive amount of ground considering the four-inch heels she was wearing. The two runaways still managed to end up outside and on the street before she could catch up to them, and she lost them in the throng of New Yorkers.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

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E, Rebekah's here. Room 103. I'm in my changing room, but you can go talk to her. – B

Elena placed her phone back in her bag, turning to Kol.

"Right. Everything's in place, now its my turn."

"Where is everyone?" Kol asked. "Out of interest." He added as she frowned slightly.

"Caroline's doing management backstage, Bonnie is in her dressing room, and I've got no clue where your brother is."

Kol shook his head with a derisive laugh. "No doubt doing something horrific."

Elena sighed. "I'm sure Klaus isn't doing anything wrong."

"Has your alliance with my brother softened you to his horrors?" He asked, eyeing her with interest.

Elena held his gaze. "We don't have an alliance with Klaus. We have a mutual interest in finding Elijah." She started walking away, before she doubled back. "And that interest is shared with you. Don't forget why we're here."

"I'll try my hardest not to get distracted by the glamorous models." Kol grinned.

Elena rolled her eyes in a classic Caroline move as she strode off to room 103 behind the stage.

Bonnie closed the door to her change room in a blur, still shocked. She had done a lot in this job. She had been a go-go dancer, masqueraded as a witch, she'd even sort of died and been resurrected on this particular job. She had taken down mobs and kicked ass. And yet she had never done something so daringly terrifying as a walk down a catwalk – especially while wearing something she would have only brought out for birthdays in the bedroom, complete with a pair of trailing lace wings.

Still smiling to herself at her own bravery, she started to deassemble her outfit.

Kol chose that moment to stroll into the room.

To her credit, Bonnie didn't let out so much as a squeak. Instead, she turned and folded her arms across her chest.

"Anyone ever tell you its rude to barge in without knocking?"

"I might have important news." Kol replied. "Surely that would exempt me any rudeness."

"Well do you have important news?" She asked.

"No." He grinned.

"Then get out."

"I don't want to miss the show." He ducked as she threw a powder puff at him. "I mean the showdown that's going to happen when you lot find Bekah. I'll stick with you till then."

Bonnie sighed. "I suppose that makes sense." She frowned. "But you have to turn around while I change."

"And if I don't?" He asked cheekily.

She looked him dead in the eye. "I'll give you the worst headache like you won't believe."

He believed her.

Kol turned around and faced the door, gesturing outwards with his hands to present the fact that he couldn't possibly see her from this angle.

"So have you even been helping Elena today?" Bonnie asked as she changed the bottom half of her outfit for her real clothes, deciding to do the riskiest piece first just in case. She couldn't really trust a Mikaelson. "Don't you have anything better to do than harass me and my friends?"

"I'm sure I do, but sadly you'll need my skills of persuasion later." Kol replied.

She scoffed. "Right, persuasive skills. Clearly I haven't seen a preview of those skills, cause I don't believe you in the slightest."

"You'll have to trust me, Bonnie."

Had he read her mind or something? "Of course I trust you."

"You're lying." He sighed, shifting his body slightly. He had figured out that if he was standing just so, he could see part of Bonnie's reflection in a nearby mirror. Regretfully she had already slipped her jeans back on, but she was starting to take off the angel's wings.

"Well you haven't given me reason to trust you yet." She replied with a slight edge to her voice.

"What about a leap of faith?" Kol suggested, smirking to himself as she slipped the negligee over her head.

"Not always good to trust with a leap of faith. Especially if you fall. But fine, I'll trust you."

"Thank you." He replied, watching her reflection as she unhooked the clasp on her bra. He froze as she caught his eye in the mirror.

"Forget trust." She said with a smile.

Kol turned around to face her with a frown. "But everything you just said…"

"Is true. But not when you can't keep your eyes to yourself." She tilted her head, keeping her eyes locked on his. "Besides, we don't always get what we want. Do we?"

Caroline walked in to find them in that awkward showdown.

"Oh my god, sorry, wrong dressing room, I'll just – " Caroline started backing out of the room, then paused. "Bonnie?"

"Caroline, thank god." Bonnie sighed.

Caroline glanced between the two, taking in how Kol leaned towards her and how Bonnie's bra was unclasped at the back, all with a raised eyebrow. "I don't want to know, do I?"

Kol smirked. Bonnie scrunched up her eyes. "It is so not like that."

"You can defend yourself to me later, Bon."

"Defend what?" Klaus's voice sounded as he joined them in the room.

"Defend her story about what really happened…" Caroline trailed off as she remembered what had happened between her and Klaus only moments before. She swallowed nervously as he grinned at her, and decided to change the subject in a different way.

"Where did you disappear to?"

"Had to do a bit of chasing." Klaus replied cryptically, shooting his brother a look. "But turns out I was wrong."

"Wrong about what?" Bonnie asked, clasping her bra again hurriedly and tugging on a shirt over it. She'd worry about that later.

"I'm surprised you'd admit you were wrong about anything, Nik." Kol quipped, subtly trying to save his brother from answering.

"I'd rather forget about it. Where is Bekah?" Klaus asked before either of the girls could get a word in.

"Room 103." Bonnie supplied. "Elena's there now."

"Then we should join her." Caroline said. Klaus held the door open for her, and she gritted her teeth and strode out the room as quickly as she could, just to ensure she wasn't close to him for more than a millisecond. She didn't know what to feel. She didn't know whether to accept what she felt either.

The four made their way to room 103 and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Elena said from the other side.

The Angels and the Mikaelson boys opened the door to a familiar brunette and an equally familiar blonde.

"Rebekah?" Bonnie blinked, astonished.

"Bonnie." Bekah – or rather, Rebekah – replied with a little more composure. "Long time since the island case."

"Island case?" Kol frowned.

"Rebekah used to work for Tatia as an Angel." Bonnie said. "She was on my team. Until – "

"Until I left." Rebekah interrupted with just as much sass as Bonnie remembered. "You know why I left."

"But we would love to hear it again, dear sister." Klaus said with more than a hint of sarcasm in the endearment.

Rebekah scowled at her brothers. "Take a guess. It's the same reason why I don't talk to either of you anymore. The same reason why the sight of your sorry faces leaves me angry."

"Ah yes, love." Klaus scoffed. "Rebekah's usual weakness. Is it still the same man?"

"Yes." Rebekah hissed.

"Our darling sister," Kol crooned. "Always so insistent that this time the love will last. And the few times we believed you, you were fickle."

"Shut it, Kol." Rebekah snapped.

"Clearly you've proven that you can't be trusted in any matters of family. You'll always be choosing your latest fling over us." Kol continued.

"I said shut it." She stepped closer, rage heating her cool blue eyes.

"And now Elijah is missing and you don't give a – "

Rebekah pulled an ornate silver pocket knife from her pocket, pressing it lightly against Kol's neck. He didn't even flinch.

"You'd really dagger me?" Kol challenged his sister coldly.

"We've got to help him." Bonnie murmured in a rush from where the Angels had gathered together at the side of the room while the family reunion raged.

Caroline soothed her quickly. "Give them time. She won't hurt him. You know she'd never really hurt him."

"If I do dagger you, its one less sibling for someone else to take out." Rebekah reasoned.

"And then you're no better than Niklaus." Kol countered. "Hurting siblings when you disagree with them. Look at what this family has become. Elijah has either been taken against his will or he won't even show his face, he is so disgusted by our bickering. This separation has ruined us."

"This family was ruined long before I fell in love." Rebekah tossed her plait back over her shoulder defiantly.

Klaus sighed, stepping forward in between his two siblings. "Enough of this foolishness. Put it down, Rebekah."

The British blonde lowered her weapon and sheathed it back in her belt. "You're pathetic. Both of you."

"Spare us the dramatics, dear sister." Klaus said. "Are you willing to put aside this petty feud over your latest lover and join us?"

"Does this mean you'll accept Galen?" Rebekah asked, hope lighting in her eyes.

"He tried to kill me." Kol growled.

"Oh, get over it, we all have." Rebekah sneered. "Will you accept him?"

"Never."

Rebekah glared at the pair of them. "Burn in hell." She hissed before spinning on her booted heel and storming out of the office.

A beat passed before Elena broke the ice.

"Well, that was awkward."

"You failed to mention your sister was the Rebekah Mikaelson." Caroline said accusingly.

Klaus grinned at her. "Must have slipped my mind. I wonder how that would have happened."

Caroline flustered slightly and glanced away, ignoring the curious looks her teammates gave her.

"Either way, we lost a connection." Bonnie summarized. "Do we have enough power to find Elijah with two of his siblings?"

"Oh, darling," Kol rolled his eyes. "Its as if you don't know us at all."


Hi!

So. I'm so sorry this is late. I'm heading into the week before my exams though, so I'll have time to write while procrastinating and sleeping and doing a little bit of study...

I'll tentatively promise a new chapter up by next weekend :) I'll try not to abuse your trust like Kol did with Bonnie ;)

Read and review and all of the things!

xx


Update: It is the weekend, and all I have for chapter 10 is elaborate plot plans. I know exactly what I wanted to happen in this next chapter, but I haven't written it. Whats more, I started writing out another idea for another story. I don't want to put this on hiatus, but I know that I need a serious writing session to get this story back on track, and I have exams coming up in the next week. I'm so sorry for anyone who was particularly watching and waiting for an update for this story. xx