Jonathan looked at the paper his father held with a slack jaw. "I don't...I don't even know what that is!" He said.

"Oh, I'm sure you do!" His father said, coming to sit next to him on his bed. "Now tell me, who is this person you're cheating on Audrey with?"

Jonathan considered telling his father the truth about Savannah and Audrey, but he didn't want to risk more trouble. "She's just a girl I met," Jonathan replied. "That's all."

"And you left a bar with her?" Doctor Putnam tugged at his long dark hair. "Do you understand how bad that is? It's problematic enough to have your mother be what she is, but I wasn't expecting you to be a problem too."

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you Father, but that girl I left with, along with along with Audrey, are the same person. Her name is Savannah, she's half-witch, half-vampire, and a friend of Astrid Fale."

"I suspected as much," Doctor Putnam replied. "Stand up."

"What?" Jonathan asked.

"Stand up!" Doctor Putnam repeated impatiently. Jonathan stood up, and to his surprise, his father slapped cuffs on him. "Am I under arrest?" Jonathan asked in shock. "But I'm your son!"

"No," Doctor Putnam shook his head. "I have no son anymore!" Jonathan struggled against the cuffs and even tried to magick them off, but nothing he did did any good. "Let's go," Doctor Putnam ordered him. "March!"

Jonathan sighed, stopped struggling, and let his father take him to the jail section of the council buiding, where he sat him down in front of a phone. "You get one phone call to tell someone where you've gone," he said. "Choose wisely."

Jonathan thought a moment. His first instinct was to call Amy, but she would tell Savannah, and he didn't want to worry either one of them. Finally, he decided to call Margot. Hopefully, she'd take the news of his incarceration more calmly than either her sister or her niece. He reached for the phone, dialed, and when Margot answered, he told her what happened.

Margot came into the living room where Kol and Regina were watching TV, her body rigid with shock.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" Regina asked, coming to hug her mother.

"It's nothing you need to worry yourself about," Margot replied, kissing Regina's head and tousling her hair. "But I think...I think we need to pack things up for you. We're going on a trip!"

"We are?" Kol asked. "Where?"

"I'll tell you later!" Margot replied. "Meet me in our bedroom."

Kol nodded and went to wait in their bedroom, and when Margot joined him, she was in tears. "Jonathan called me from jail," she said. "His father found out about his relationship with Savannah, and arrested him. And if we don't leave, we could be next!"

"Well, what makes you think that?" Kol asked.

"I was the last woman Jonathan was with!" Margot cried. "And Doctor Putnam will remember that! And he knows that you turned me into a vampire, so..."

"So we're supposed to run away in fear just because he's an idiot?" Kol asked. "Not a chance in hell!"

"You mean you want to stay here and risk us being hurt?" Margot asked. "Look, if it were just you and me, fine...but what about Regina?"

"If I felt there was a legitimate reason to worry about Regina, then yes, I would let you take us all into hiding," Kol told Margot calmly. "But there's not. Regina's a lot tougher than you give her credit for. What do you think all that time hunting with my father did for her? Nothing?"

"I didn't think of that," Margot admitted. "But I'm still really worried."

"I understand that," Kol replied, coming to put his arms around her. "But you're gonna have to trust me. I've been looking for a chance to raise hell lately, and this is the perfect opportunity."

Just then, Regina came in, doing her best to drag a small, but seemingly heavy hot pink suitcase behind her. "All right!" She proclaimed. "I'm all packed for the trip!"

"We're not going anywhere, darling," Kol told her. "We're staying right here!"

Regina's jaw dropped, she dropped the suitcase on the floor, and she stamped her foot. "You could have told me that before I went to all that work to pack!" She said, pouting.

"Well, we're sorry we didn't," Kol replied, picked up the suitcase, and took it back to her room. "I'll help you unpack it. Would that make you feel better?"

"Maybe a little," Regina replied. "Thank you, Daddy."

They left and Margot, left to her own thoughts, pondered whether she should call Amy, despite Jonathan telling her not to. Finally, she decided she couldn't handle this knowledge alone, went to get the phone, and called her sister.

"What happened to Jonathan?" Amy practically shouted into the phone. Hearing the name, Savannah ran out and tried to snatch the phone away from her mother, but Amy held onto it tight. "What do you mean Doctor Putnam put him in jail?"

"I mean exactly what I say," Margot replied. "Jonathan called me, and said that his father had seen a picture in the paper of Savannah and Jonathan leaving a werewolf bar, and his father arrested him for that."

"And did Jonathan say anything about whether Doctor Putnam is gonna come after Savannah too?" Amy asked, wide-eyed as her breath picked up.

"I think Savannah is safe for now," Margot replied, causing Amy to take a relieved breath. "Doctor Putnam probably just thinks she's some random werewolf girl at present. But she might want to stay away from Enid's for awhile. You tell her that."

"All right, I will," Amy nodded, gripping the phone tight. "Thank you, Margot."

"You're welcome," Margot replied.

Amy hung up the phone and came to sit next to Savannah, putting her arms around her. "Is Jonathan in jail?" Savannah asked. "Is that what you said?"

"I'm afraid so," Amy nodded. "A picture of the two of you at Enid's got put in the magic paper, so Doctor Putnam put Jonathan away."

"Is he gonna come after me next, then?" Savannah asked.

"Margot doesn't think so," Amy replied. "At least not yet. Apparently, Doctor Putnam didn't say anything about recognizing you, but I think that you should stay away from Enid's until this all blows over."

Savannah stood up. "Where's the jail Jonathan's being kept at? Is it in the council building?"

"I don't know," Amy replied. "Margot didn't say. But if it is, I don't want you to go there."

"Why not?" Savannah asked. "The whole reason why he's in this mess is because of me! I'm the one who gave consent for the picture to be taken. I'm the one who took him to Enid's when he didn't want to go. Therefore, I should be the one who rescues him, and if that doesn't work out, we should at least be in jail together."

Amy tried to stop her, but she disappeared, and caused her mother to let out a growl of frustration, stomping down to Klaus' lair.

"What is so important that you had to come down here and interrupt me?" Klaus asked when he heard her.

"Your daughter is insane," Amy replied. "Jonathan is in jail, and she decided that the best thing for her to do would be to go and join him!"

"Well, did you try and stop her?" Klaus asked.

"I think you and I both know how well it'd have gone if I had," Amy replied, coming to sit next to him.

"So we're just gonna let our daughter rot in jail," Klaus replied with a sigh. "All right. That makes a lot of sense."

"I know," Amy replied. "It's a horrible idea, but what other choice do we have?"

Jonathan had been sleeping when the sound of a yell and a thud woke up up. "Son of a bitch!" Savannah yelled. "You couldn't have been a bit more gentle?"

"Savannah!" Jonathan cried, his eyes wide. He crawled next to her and she sat up, pushing her red hair out of her eyes. "What are you doing here?" He whispered angrily. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Why do they have to throw you down so hard?" Savannah replied, looking down at her red-painted fingers in dismay. "I think those assholes made me break a nail! Not that I just meekly accepted being brought in here. I think I knocked a few teeth out of one of them."

"And why is that necessary?" Jonathan asked. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"It's my fault you're here in the first place," Savannah replied. "So I thought it would be only fair for us to be here together."

"No, no, no!" Jonathan replied, smacking his hand against his forehead. "That's very sweet of you, but no! Your mother must be worried sick! How could you do this to her?"

"Oh, don't even worry about it," Savannah replied, throwing her arms around him. "I'm sure she'll understand."

"Even if she does," Jonathan mumbled, "You still shouldn't have done this. I'm not worth you throwing your life away on."

"Yes, you are!" Savannah insisted. "And I don't want to hear you say otherwise ever again, otherwise, I will smack you." Then she ripped off his shirt, kissed him, and with a grin said, "Are you gonna help me with your pants, or what?"

"I can't believe Savannah was crazy enough to put herself in jail!" Susanna told Marcel a few days later. "She's completely lost her mind!"

"You wanna try and break her out?" Marcel asked as his hand went down her back. "It would fit with all the other stuff you're doing lately, like aging yourself. Did you see how shocked your brother was when he came here?"

"What do you think I am, insane?" Susanna asked. "I'm not gonna go into the lions' den and risk getting thrown in jail myself just because Savannah wanted to. I mean, I bet you they'll find some reason to jail me eventually, but they won't lock me up before then! And I aged myself to be with you. I don't see why you had to call Henry!"

"You're a very smart girl," Marcel replied. "But can you blame me for being shocked at what you did? I know you meant well, but...I need time. It's still a lot to process."

"I guess," Susanna nodded.

Marcel took her in his arms. "You know, with magical people getting arrested left and right, maybe we should stay in for now, so it doesn't happen to you."

"Well, with Jonathan in jail, I won't be having any magical lessons, so why not?" Susanna replied. She leaned forward to kiss him, pushing him back against the bed, her hands running under his shirt. "We should really do this as much as we can," she whispered, moving one hand to unzip his pants. "Cause who knows? If I get caught, we may never be able to do it again."

Marcel nodded. "And oh, what a tragedy that would be," he whispered as he felt her hand slide over him. He closed his eyes and gave in to the feeling of her touch.