AN: Hey guys! Thanks for being so patient and waiting til later in the day! The reception this story has got has been unreal! So many of you have favourite and followed Company of Thieves, I'd love to hear more reviews from you guys! I'm dying to know what you think! Anyway, enough talking, I'm sure you want to know what happened to Kol! Have a great day and I hope you enjoy!

SONG RECS: 'Iron Sky' by Paolo Nutini, and 'Don't Run Our Hearts Around' by Black Mountain.

"They have him!" Bonnie burst into Rebekah's room, and the blonde sat up ramrod straight. "When?" she demanded.

"A minute ago, I don't know how long he was following Kol for, he didn't realise."

"Who?"

Bonnie took in a shaky breath.

"Marcel."

"That's it, then," Caroline said flatly when they told her.

"What do you mean, 'that's it'?" Rebekah asked tightly. Caroline levelled her gaze at the blonde. "They have The Anghiari. It's over. He knew something was up when we started sniffing around Hayley."

"Nevermind the Anghiari, he has my brother! We aren't leaving him," Rebekah argued.

"You don't understand," Caroline said forcefully, silencing the English woman and the hacker. "If we turn up at Marcel's all guns blazing we make an enemy out of him. We don't have the Anghiari, and Moroney will have a price on all of our heads, whether we return back to Chicago or not. If we go against Marcel we're making another powerful enemy."

"We aren't leaving him," Bonnie shook with anger. "You out of all people know we aren't leaving him."

Caroline looked at her friends helplessly. "We might not have a choice."

X.x.X

Another punch to the face.

Blood gushing down.

"Who are you working with?" one of Marcel's men roared in his face.

Kol spat on him.

The henchman hit him with a baton, this time to the ribs.

So on and so on.

"Mate," Kol grinned through bloody teeth, "I'm not telling you anything."

"Oh, you'll talk, mate," they sneered back. "We know all about your family, but Marcel wants to know about who you were with."

"I've been with a lot of people, it's hard to remember them all," Kol replied innocently.

"Not like these people," they growled, and Kol shrugged.

"What can I say, I'm an advocate for the weird and the wonderful."

Another beating, and suddenly breathing felt awfully hard. Kol didn't remember it ever being that hard to breathe before. It was never as painful either.

"You ready to talk yet?" Baldy-when being tortured you have a lot of time on your hands, so Kol gave him a name- asked. Kol shrugged as much as he could, being tied up with his hands attached to a pipe above his head. "I'm not feeling particularly chatty, no."

X.x.X

Bonnie stormed through her room like a whirlwind, grapping things she'd need and thrusting them into a bag. "Where are you going?" Rebekah asked, leaning against the doorway.

"Where do you think?" Bonnie didn't look up from her task.

The blonde surged forward. "I'm going with you."

"No you're not."

"Yes I bloody well am!" Rebekah cried indignantly. "He's my twin, I'm going to help him."

"Yes, you are. I need you as back and on comms," Bonnie instructed and talked on when she saw Rebekah was about to interrupt her, "besides, Marcel seems to want you dead. Seems a good idea to keep you out of range." She paused on her way out the door to put her hand to the taller girl's arm. "I'll bring him back," she said confidently.

"You don't even know where he is, Bonnie."

Bonnie didn't look back at her as she went. "Yes I do."

X.x.X

"Well if you won't tell us who you're working with, we're going to have to look in the case," Baldy informed him, and Kol grimaced. "You really shouldn't do that," he replied.

Baldy opened it.

"Mother of God, wait til Marcel hears about this….so this is why you've been looking into the Marshall's?" Kol remained silent. Baldy whistled. "Impressive painting….who did it?"

Kol rolled his head to look at him. "Seriously?"

X.x.X

Bonnie arrived on the thirteenth floor after confirmation from Rebekah that this was indeed the floor the tracking device in the briefcase went off on. "Whoever it is knows about the Anghiari, Bobcat." Bonnie made a face.

"I know," she insisted, but could feel the dread pooling in her stomach. "How far?"

"Right here," came a voice that wasn't Rebekah's and Bonnie felt a prick in her neck before her world went black.

X.x.X

"Bo-Bobcat?" Kol wheezed at the girl who was rousing, being placed in the same position he was in.

"We found a friend of yours, Mikaelson. Seems to be one of the ones Marcel wants to know about," Baldy nudged Bonnie with his foot, and she whimpered. He grinned, obviously happy with himself. "Now, I'm going to have some fun with both of you, but first I'd better go call my boss and let him know that today is not the same old boring day at work." With one last kick at Kol, who groaned, he left. "Bon?" he whispered, "Bonnie wake up." Bonnie's eyes snapped open and Kol jumped. "Jesus," he muttered and she cracked her neck. "Shouldn't you still be asleep?" he asked dryly, and she shook her head.

"I developed a way to become resistant to it years ago."

"Right, so you're awake. But what exactly are we going to do about being tied up and held captive?" he asked. Bonnie busied herself and had not yet looked at him. Instead she craned her neck and pulled at something from the arm of her sweater that looked like the head of a loose thread, when it was really a delicate wire pin, which she worked at her conjoined hands with. Pulling her hands loose, she turned to Kol. When Bonnie saw him, her breath caught in her throat. "Kol…" she said in a strangled voice. He gave her a weak smile.

"Darling, whatever it looks like, believe me it hurts a lot more."

That jolted her into action, and she quickly freed him from his confines. She hoisted him up, supporting his weight and glanced around the room, spotting the open briefcase with the Anghiari still sitting in it. She snapped it shut and grabbed it too, and slowly lead them the way that Rebekah instructed her would lead to the front door when she heard a click. The pair turned around to see Baldy with his gun trained on Kol. "I'm going to make this really simple. The boss just wants the picture. You both can go if you hand over The Anghiari, alright girlie?" Bonnie tightened her grip on Kol's waist and the briefcase. After a few seconds of no movement, Baldy sighed. "It's either you give me the briefcase or I shoot him." him.

Bonnie hesitated when Rebekah's voice soothed her over the comms. "Do it, Bonnie. Family comes first."

"She's right, Bon," Caroline piped in quietly, surprising them all. "I've been trying to boss you and control you, because I love you. But that isn't love. Do what you need to do, Bonnie. I'm still your friend." Bonnie closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as she made her choice.

X.x.X

"Ow!" Kol whined as Bonnie sponged the cuts on his torso.

"Stop being such a baby," she snapped.

"What are we going to do?" asked Katherine in a low voice. Caroline sighed.

"Nothing, Katherine. It's over. We lost it. We had it and we lost it."

Kol coughed from across the room. "I don't know about that."

"Kol, Marcel has the Anghiari. The Marshall's have the copy, there's no way we can get either back."

"Ah, yes, that's right. Wouldn't it be great if, say, there had been two copies," he replied casually, and Caroline sat up straighter and Bonnie's hands stilled, "and the Marshall's had one, Marcel had another, and the original was hidden behind the fire extinguisher on the fifteenth floor….wouldn't that be perfect?"

"Are you serious?" Katherine asked.

Kol nodded. "A little birdy told me we had another forge laying around and I figured we might need to put it to good use, so I brought it that day."

"Oh my God, Kol!" Caroline squealed. "I could kiss you!"

"Please don't," Kol and Bonnie said in unison. The front door opened and Rebekah sauntered into the room, an envelope in her hands and a wide grin on her face. "Look what I found," she sing songed and they ripped the envelope open, and everyone gathered around where Kol lay on the sofa to see it.

"The Anghiari."