AN: Hey guys! I'm backkkkkkkk! Not that I was gone too long, but it felt like forever because-let's be honest- the last chapter was kinda boring. But we met Tyler! And some of you were really quite excited about that! Used to ship Forwood so hard. :') Anyway, onto bigger (massive chapter) and better (loads of exciting moments) things! I HOPE HOPE HOPE you enjoy this chapter, and I think you might also kind of hate me at the end. Yikes.

HAS ANYONE BEEN WATCHING TEEN WOLF BECAUSE SO MUCH DRAMA AND STYDIA. GAH.

Enjoy the chapter- please leave a review, I'm dying to know what you think about this one- and have a great day!

(Also please remember this entire story takes place over three weeks, so most of the events are spaced out a little bit.)

Enjoy!

SONG RECS: Will be at the bottom!

"So, Tyler," Caroline asked as she walked around Richard's office in a slow circle, taking in every detail. Tyler was at the liquor cabinet, pouring them a drink. They'd slipped out of the party to 'catch up', and Caroline was pretty sure where this was heading-down, like Tyler's sobriety- so her best tactic was to be frank. She also hadn't missed the familiar curly haired man glowering in the corner at her, his drink glass looking precariously close to being smashed in his fist as she spent more and more of the night glued to Tyler's side, him becoming bolder with his actions and her returning in kind. "Your dad actually told us some interesting stories about your family history," Tyler raised an eyebrow at that, handing her a drink.

"Really," he asked, but it wasn't posed as a question.

"Uh huh. He was trying to tell us about your grandfather's friend, but he didn't get telling us his name." She sauntered over to him, setting her drink on a table as she went. "Katherine would be livid if I didn't try to get a name," she pouted. "You wouldn't happen to remember, would you?" she batted her eyes at him, her fingers trailing lazily up and down his arm.

"Hmm," Tyler thought, his arm clumsily snaking around her waist. "Not really."

"Oh, but I bet you could try," she whispered, her head moving backwards as his came forwards.

"I don't really remember, Caroline," he muttered as she leaned forward and placed teasing, feather light kisses on his neck.

"Try? For me?" she urged, and she could tell his clarity of mind and patience were slipping.

"I don't remember their name, but I met a girl when I was on a business trip. She told me she was going to meet her biological parents, and Dad later recognised the name, saying that was my great-grandfather's best friend's son," he mumbled, and Caroline felt like she could have screamed in frustration.

"Do you remember anything? A name? A place?"

"Woah, questions much?" he grinned at her. "Someone seems a little jealous."

"Maybe," she giggled. "Tell me, my insecure nature has calmed, I promise."

"It was in New Orleans," he informed her finally, tipping her chin up to meet him, "and her name was Hayley."

Caroline closed her eyes as Tyler's lips were about to descend onto hers, but they never did. Instead she heard a crash as Tyler was flung backwards. "Sorry, mate," Klaus grunted using an American accent, "she's taken."

"Caroline didn't say she had a boyfriend," Tyler stated, looking angry. Caroline glared at Klaus.

"Well she does. Me. And I suggest you step out before I do something I'll regret." Klaus turned his back on Tyler, facing Caroline, who scowled at him. She heard a click and her eyes widened as she spotted Tyler pointing a gun at the back of Klaus' head. Why the hell did he have that thing? Well, he was a Senator's son.

"Nik!" she yelled desperately, pushing him away. "Tyler, just calm down," she said calmly, moving forward.

"Get out," Tyler ground out, still training the gun on Klaus, but Caroline had managed to manoeuvre it so she was in the way.

"Angel," Klaus warned, and she held a hand out to stop him.

"It's alright, Tyler," Caroline spoke soothingly. "We're leaving. I just have one thing to do first, okay?" with that she surged forward and kissed Tyler firmly, and he automatically wrapped his arms around her, getting into it. Caroline opened her eyes, and glanced at Klaus as she slipped the gun from Tyler's hand. He was seething, Caroline could tell, and she decided to up the ante and slip her fingers into Tyler's dark hair. Klaus got rid of the bullets in the gun and used the butt of the gun to land a clean hit to the back of Tyler's head. Tyler instantly fell backwards, and Klaus caught him, and then dropped him unceremoniously to the ground. Caroline wiped at the edges of her mouth with a tissue, wiping off her lipstick.

"He's going to remember," Klaus said tightly. Caroline shook her head.

"No he won't. The combination of the hit to the head and the special ingredient I put in the lipstick, he's just going to think he got drunk and fell and hit his head. Hopefully," she added as an afterthought. "I haven't tested this bad boy out that often." She stopped rambling when she saw that Klaus had a face like thunder. "We're leaving," he said lowly, and Caroline glared at him before strutting out of the side room ahead of him.

"What are you doing?" Bonnie asked Kol as she was passing from her room to the kitchen. Kol didn't look up from Elijah's wide screen TV.

"Watching a movie. Neither Nik or Caroline has given me anything to go on, so I might as well watch it." Bonnie rested her hands on the back of the sofa.

"Die Hard?" she asked, and Kol turned to her. "What? I like those movies," she said defensively.

"Yeah, it is," he replied.

"The third one, right?" she asked.

"How do you know that? You just saw a few minutes," Kol protested. Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"It just said Simon says, Kol," she said matter-of-factly.

"Oh."

Bonnie disappeared into the kitchen, and wandered back in a few minutes later with two beers. She plopped down next to him on the sofa. "What?" she asked after he gave her a questioning look. "I said I like these movies!"

"I like them too," Kol said quietly, taking the beer she offered him. "Not really the fourth one, though, because-"

"Because of the fear that the whole-making-computer-hackers-go-boom thing could happen to you," she finished for him. Kol grinned ruefully at her. "Yeah."

"But you watch it anyway, because you think Maggie Q is hot?" she guessed, and his grinned turned wolfish. "Where have you been all my life, Bonnie Bennett?"

"Behind a computer screen," she answered solemnly, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence and watched the movie.

They were silent as they sat close together side by side, and Bonnie was starting to nod off on Kol's shoulder when the front door opened and was slammed shut again. It was then opened and closed again. "I cannot believe you!" Caroline yelled at Klaus as she stormed away.

"Me? ME? What did I do?!"

Kol and Bonnie sprang apart and sank low into the sofa, peering over the top of the back of it at the bickering thieves.

"He was my mark, you idiot!" Caroline stomped off into her room.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"I was warming him up all night!" she screamed from her room. Klaus stood on the other side of the door, hollering back. "Is that what you call it, love? I call it being draped across him the whole night!"

Kol glanced at Bonnie. "I do hate it when mum and dad fight," he whispered.

Bonnie said sagely "he's jealous."

"He is?"

"Yes!"

"Oh." They both peered over the sofa again to see Klaus practically break down the door to Caroline's room and they heard a stream of colourful swear words being yelled by Caroline. Bonnie flinched. "Wow, they are loud."

"No, loud would be if they had hot anger sex." He paled. "Oh God, you don't think they're going to have hot anger sex, do you?"

Bonnie furrowed her brow. "No!" she paused. "Maybe. I don't know." She shuddered. "I do NOT want to hear that."

Kol paused. "Want to go for a beer?" Bonnie leapt up.

"Fine. Just in case," she added.

"Just in case," he agreed. "Hey Bonnie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we have hot anger sex? You hate me."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "You're lucky you're getting the beer."

"You're a bastard, Klaus!" Caroline said quietly as she stomped around her room, kicking off her heels and taking out her earrings.

"Your job was to gain information, not to let him slobber all over you," he growled.

"Okay, for one, dick wad, I KNOW Tyler. We went to high school together, and the first way to turn him into a blabbermouth is to turn him on," she ground out. Caroline threw her clutch to the ground. "His brain is connected to his dick, as soon as it raises his brain cells count lowers."

Klaus' jaw ticked. "You didn't have to be rubbing yourself all over him!"

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" Caroline screamed, frustrated, as she whirled on him.

"You were a bloody idiot and stood in front of a gun!" he barked back. Caroline scoffed.

"You would have a bullet hole lodged in you right now if I hadn't had!"

"It was stupid and reckless!"

"Says the one who could have blown this ENTIRE OPERATION!" she screamed at him, throwing her hands in the air.

"I didn't ask for you to jump in front of the gun!"

"I saved your life, what the fuck is wrong with that?" she ground out.

"You almost got yourself killed in the process!" he hollered at her, and she blinked in shock as he stalked towards her. "Tell me, Caroline, what use would it be if you were hit by a bullet, hmm? You're the one running this thing."

"It's a team effort," she protested.

"What good would it be if we got your mother back and you were dead?" he roared at her. "Would she care? Would Bonnie care? Would it have avenged Elen-" He didn't get to finish that sentence, as Caroline landed a sharp blow to his cheek. "Don't you dare!" she yelled.

"Don't I dare what? Speak the truth? It's true, Caroline! What would it matter to your team if you were dead?"

"You don't know anything about me, or my team," she growled. "They would understand. I would die to protect anyone on this team!"

"That's your problem, Caroline," he said lowly. "You don't care about getting hurt."

Caroline lifted her chin. "What does it matter to you, Klaus?" she bit out. Klaus smirked.

"Oh, it doesn't, love. I just don't feel like cleaning up more of your messes."

Caroline screamed in frustration and leapt at him, punching and kicking whatever she could reach. It wasn't clean, thought out or calculated; she just saw red and had to get it out. Klaus didn't expect it, so she managed to knock him back, landing sharp blows. Klaus finally got the upper hand, flipping them so her back was to the wall and she was pinned there. "You're a bastard," she spat. "I saved your life, and this is how you react? Why the hell did you react like that? Next time, I-" She was cut off as Klaus' lips landed roughly on hers, and Caroline was so surprised she didn't react at first, until his tongue slipped into her mouth and she was kissing him back, trying to convey everything she couldn't say. They were both angry, bitter, and broken. She just needed to feel...something, and she knew Klaus could give her that. Because he was the exact same way. Her hands eagerly started ripping his shirt, and he made short work of her dress and they tumbled on to the bed, skin against skin and closer and more alive than Caroline had felt in a long time.

She didn't love Klaus Mikaelson.

But she was beginning to think she was going to.

He didn't say a word when she slipped out of the room the next morning.

He didn't say anything when it happened again, after a particularly rough or unproductive day she'd storm into his room and hiss at him "this means nothing," as she makes short work of his clothes.

She would say nothing when he'd stalk into her room after her having to get particularly close to a mark, kissing her and throwing her onto the bed.

He didn't have to say anything, then. His jealous devil was roaring and screaming and every action screamed 'mine, she's mine.'

He didn't love Caroline Forbes.

He didn't love her bossiness, her flare for the dramatics, her nagging, or her snark. He didn't love the way she cared about everyone, the way she drank too much when she was jealous, or the way that she flipped her hair away from her face and scrunched her nose when she was frustrated.

He didn't love Caroline Forbes.

And he couldn't afford to start.

Caroline did say something, however, when he slipped away from her one night and disappeared out of the apartment completely. After a moment's hesitation, she followed him after a while, all the way to a nearby alley.

"Are we close?" came the eager voice of one of Klaus' lackeys.

"No," Klaus replied curtly.

"But boss-"

"We aren't doing it."

"What?"

"We aren't doing it," Klaus repeated. "I'm calling it off."

"It's the Anghiari, boss. If we swiped that-we'd be set for life!" Caroline froze at that, feeling her heart stop. "We don't need it," Klaus insisted. "There are other paintings to steal, Slater," he reminded him.

"Not the Anghiari," Slater said mournfully. "I don't get it. We're in prime position to take it from them! What has made you-Jesus Christ."

"What?" Caroline scuttled back; sure they must have seen her.

"You've gone soft," Slater accused. "You're in love with her." Klaus barked a laugh.

"Please, Slater. The only reason I'm calling it off is because then Moroney will be on our backs. She means nothing to me." Caroline grimaced, and clutched a hand to her chest as she stumbled blindly, trying to pull herself together. She tuned out of the conversation, she didn't need to hear any more. "Well then, maybe we'll send Trevor to her for a visit," Slater said nonchalantly, "he's been dying to repay the favour in kin- Klaus snapped, pinning Slater to the wall by the throat.

"You seem to forget who's in charge around here," he hissed. "I am. And no one is going near my girl." Caroline knocked into a bin, and then swore quickly. Klaus and Slater both looked up to see her standing in the mouth of the alley, trembling. Whether it was with hurt or anger, Klaus didn't know.

He hoped to God it wasn't both.

"Angel-" he started, and that was it for Caroline.

"Don't, you bastard," she bit back. "Don't you dare."

And with that, she did what Caroline did best.

She disappeared.

Klaus released Slater, running to the mouth of the alley and glancing both ways, not spotting her. He swore, and fired a bin lid across the alley. Slater's low chuckle made Klaus want to strangle him.

"Looks like she's not your girl, boss," he spoke lazily. "So? Are you in?"

AN: …

Oh dear?

Don't hurt me guys, there are many more chapters to come and things to happen! I left the song recommendations to the end because I guess some are kind of spoilery? Also I have certain songs for certain bits so I'll write the song and when it should be played to make it a little easier for you!

SONG RECS:

Caroline and Tyler: 'Do I wanna know?' by The Arctic Monkeys

Bonnie and Kol: 'Back to You' by Twin Forks.

Klaroline kissy face: 'Rosé' by The Feeling.

Klaroline sexy times: 'Magik' by The Klaxons

The betrayal: 'Seven Devils' by Florence + The Machine (Because I love that song for dramatic moments)