14

"Elijah," Eloise was slightly surprised when she opened the door and saw Elijah standing there. The only times that Elijah had visited her Katherine had always come with him. "Hello."

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Pierce." Elijah said politely. "I am very sorry that I didn't call before, but I was wondering if I could speak to you."

Eloise nodded as she opened the door further. "Come on in."

Elijah sat across from Eloise as she put a tray of cookies in the coffee table across from them. Even though it had been a week since the funeral she was still in her mourning clothes. "Did Katherine send you?"

"No, she doesn't know I'm here. Caroline is with her." He said sympathetically. "She isn't doing too well either. Has she come at all?"

Eloise sighed as she took a cookie. "No, I suspect that she is still angry with me. It's going to take time."

"Well, I just came to inform you that she and I are going to Cancun for a few days so for you not to worry and if anything happens, please feel free to call me."

Eloise looked surprised. "Are you two-"

"No, we're just friends," Elijah corrected. "We both need a distraction after everything that has happened."

Eloise nodded. "Thank you for telling me."

Elijah stood up and was about to leave when Eloise spoke up again. "My granddaughter may be stubborn and proud, but she is a good girl Dr. Mikaelson. . .just take care of her, please."

Elijah nodded as he closed the door. "I will."

They took the 9AM flight to Cancun the next morning. Katherine slid in next to the window seat and pulled out her laptop and started writing at rapid speed.

Elijah closed down the laptop. "You are not seriously working during vacation are you?"

Katherine opened the computer back up. "In case you've forgotten I was MIA for two weeks, your sister may have let me go on vacation with you, but that does not mean she won't kill me when I come back."

"Actually, I think Rebekah may be capable of murder."

"Let's just hope that she doesn't murder Stefan." She leaned back in her chair. "I've been meaning to ask you why you wanted to become a doctor, I mean I became a fashion editor because I love fashion, but I doubt you were able to do much when you were five."

"Well, I'm not really sure." He mused. "I guess I just like helping people."

"Well, you're doing a good job so far, maybe you should take Caroline as your assistant." She joked. "But really nothing miraculous happened to you?"

Elijah hesitated. "Well, my little brother Henrik died of cancer when he was twelve. I guess that motivated me somewhat to become a doctor."

The smile disappeared from Katherine's face. "Oh, Elijah I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have-"

"It's ok, it happened years ago." He patted her hand. "You shouldn't feel bad. You should probably get some sleep, it's a long trip."

Katherine closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come.

"Katherine, Katherine," someone was gently shaking her. "We're here."

Katherine slowly sat up wiping some drool from her mouth. She rubbed her eyes, had she really fallen asleep on Elijah's shoulder? With her luck she had probably drooled all over him, but Elijah didn't seem to mind.

"I fell asleep on you, I'm so sorry." She said. "Bad travel buddy."

Elijah shrugged. "I don't mind," he smirked. "I'm sure nobody heard the growling noises."

"I don't growl!"

"Yes, you do a little in your sleep." Elijah insisted. "Like a small animal and you keep moving your hands as if someone was attacking you."

Katherine flushed red and refused to be embarrassed. "I do not growl, Elijah Mikaelson."

They were staying at a small, cozy hotel that reminded Katherine of a little villa, it was called La Sirena (The Mermaid.) The hotel was surrounded by little villas that looked like small huts and small personal apartment and painted white with all kinds of traditional Mexican decorations such as bright, watercolor painting and woven baskets to store books in.

The sun was beating down on Katherine even though it was only afternoon and Katherine could see the beautiful, crystal blue water from the hotel.

"I'm guessing you like it," Elijah teased her when he saw Katherine's curious expression.

"Maybe." She was not going to let Elijah win her that easily. "Let's just check in first."

"As you wish." They walked over to the checking desk where a tall man was waiting for them. Since Elijah's Spanish was horrible he decided to try his luck with English. "Hello, I have a reservation under Elijah Mikaelson. For two rooms."

The man nodded and spoke in broken English. "Ah, yes Mister Mikaelson, welcome to La Sirena hotel, you and your esposa."

"No soy su esposa, somos solamente amigos." (I'm not his wife, we're are just friends.) Katherine responded.

The manager didn't look like he believe them, but he went back his computer.

"Why didn't you tell me you could speak, Spanish?" Elijah asked incredulously.

Katherine shrugged innocently as she took a mint from the bowl. "You never asked. It's one of my many charms."

"Hay un problema-we have a problem." The managed frowned. "I don't know what happened but only one room got booked."

-End of Chapter Fourteen-