"Grandpa?" Regina asked Mikael, "are we gonna have to leave? Mom is worried that we're gonna get captured and put in jail like all those other people."

"You won't have to leave, my dear," Mikael told her. "I know the woman who's doing the capturing and I won't let her capture you or your parents."

"But why does she want to?" Regina asked. "What did those people do to her?"

"She's just trying to make the world a safer place," Mikael replied. "I'm helping her."

"But she turned you into a mouse!" Regina said. "How do you know she won't put you in jail?"

"Because I'm rich and handsome and she's incredibly shallow," Mikael replied.

Regina's mouth twisted. "I still don't like her."

"Is it true?" A chortling Kol interrupted. "Is it true you showed up at Elijah and Selina's front door wearing ladies' underwear?"

"Why would you do that?" Regina asked, her jaw dropping.

"It's because of something you really should be taught," Mikael told Regina while frowning deeply at Kol. "Don't drink a lot. It never ends well." He then let out a growl and pondered how to take revenge against Gwen. When it finally hit him what to do, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. It would be a surprise, for sure, he thought. And if she didn't like it, at least he would.

When Gwen came into work a few days later, she was surprised to find the building empty of her usual entourage. Then, a sharp, acrid smell met her nose. Gagging, she followed it until she reached her office. She opened the door and gasped. The bodies of her parade of lovers were spread out carelessly around the office, each one killed and mutilated in a different way. Several surfaces were covered with blood, and each body had puncture marks in its neck. And the crowning glory, the one he'd wanted her to see the most, was Roberto, the man who'd given her the massage while Mikael had been watching, hanging on the window, and positioned as if he were being crucified.

"What the hell happened here?" Gwen whispered.

It was then that the desk chair, which had been facing away from her, turned around to reveal Mikael, resplendently dressed with blood around his mouth. "Good morning, Gwendolyn," He greeted her. "Surprised?"

"You...you killed all these people?" Gwen asked. "Why?"

"I wanted to make sure that you knew I'd never put up with you making me look foolish again," he told her, and even she was backing away now. "If you're nice to me," he continued, "We can keep having fun. But if you get any ideas, you'll join this crew of cadavers. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Gwen replied, trying not to show fear as she zapped the bodies away. A lingering smell of decay hung in the air even after the bodies were gone, and despite her resolve not to, the smell made Gwen throw up all over Mikael's shiny black shoes.

"Well, that's attractive," he scowled. "Zap that away, would you? Like you did with the bodies."

"Why should I?" Gwen demanded. "It was your fault I got sick all over your shoes in the first place!"

"Never mind!" Mikael snapped, his voice full of irritation. "Do you understand why I did all this in the first place?"

"Yes, I do," Gwen replied. "Cause you have the hots for me, and seeing me with other, younger man makes you incredibly jealous."

"No, that is not the reason!" Mikael replied (even though, of course, it was). "And even if it was the reason, you would die if you saw me with another woman!"

Gwen scoffed. "Yeah, right!" She replied, and then reluctantly zapped his shoes clean.

To prove her wrong, he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the office, to stand in front of the desk of her cute young secretary, who had shoulder-length brown hair, cat's eye glasses, rosy cheeks, and a pronounced chest.

"Hello, there," Mikael said, giving her a wink. "What's your name?"

The woman opened her mouth to speak, but instead broke out in shrill, awkward laughter instead. "I'm-I'm Olive."

"She's my secretary," Gwen interrupted before Olive could say another word. "You don't need to bother with her."

"Now, now," Mikael replied. "No need to be cruel. Working for you is no picnic, I bet." He turned back to Olive. "I'm Mikael," he told her.

"I know," Olive replied. "I've seen your picture, and...and she's talked about you." He'd made her forget that he was there to commit the murders.

"She has?" Mikael asked. "Well, of course she has. I'm devastatingly handsome." He turned to Gwen, who glared at him, and flashed his teeth. Then, he grinned at Olive. "You look like you could use a break," he told her. "Why don't you and I go out tonight? Would you like that?"

"Yeah," Olive replied. "I would."

"You can't go out with him!" Gwen cried.

"Why not?" Mikael asked. "It's not like you're interested!"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you can ask out anyone who comes along!" Gwen replied. "You're only asking her out to make me mad. Admit it!"

"So you're saying if I did go out with another woman, it would upset you," Mikael countered. "Interesting!"

"I just said that's what you were doing," Gwen countered. "I didn't say it would work."

Mikael burst into laughter. "You say whatever you need to in order to sleep at night," he told her. "But I think we both know the truth."

"Fine, just go!" Gwen snapped. "I don't care!"

"I'm sure you'll find some way to entertain yourself...oh, wait!" His lip curled. "Everyone you could spend the evening with is deceased. What a shame!" He paused and then grinned at Olive again. "Oh, well. Can't grieve forever. What do you say you head out of here and buy yourself something pretty to wear when you spend the night on my yacht? Perhaps something that shows off your lovely figure?"

"Oh, I couldn't leave now," Olive told him.

"That's right, she can't!" Gwen cried shrilly. "She has work to do!"

"Not anymore!" Mikael replied. "You're giving her the day off."

"No, I'm not!" Gwen shouted. But Mikael urged the young woman to come around her desk and the two of them left so Olive could go shopping, leaving Gwen alone and pouting in her office.

"Now, tell me again what you said over the phone," Elijah requested of Klaus when he arrived at Klaus and Amy's in response to Klaus' phone call about him and Amy expecting again.

"I'm pretty sure Amy's gonna have another baby!" Klaus repeated. "Isn't that exciting?"

"For you, I suppose it is," Elijah replied. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Klaus told him. "Why don't you come in?"

"You know, I really don't think I can stay..." Elijah replied.

"Oh, come on, brother!" Klaus replied. "Amy's always in bed now, Savannah is gone, Marcel is gone...I need company!"

Elijah sighed and gave his brother a look. "Fine," he said. "I'll stay for a bit. I might as well go call Selina and tell her I'll be here awhile."

"Thank you," Klaus replied as Elijah pulled out his phone to call Selina. A short time later, Amy appeared and headed for the kitchen. Her eyes were red and puffy cause she'd just told Robbie over the phone about her pregnancy. Of course he'd been relieved that the baby wasn't his, which she'd expected, but what she'd done still made her upset, even though she'd gotten lucky, and the baby she was carrying was Klaus' after all.

"Hello, Elijah," she said, coming back from the kitchen with a big hunk of bread, which she kept breaking pieces off of and stuffing them into her mouth.

"Hello, Amy," Elijah replied gently. "My brother says you're pregnant. Is that true?"

"Yeah," Amy replied. "It's true!"

"I knew it!" Klaus replied. "And Savannah knows, which is why we've barely seen her."

"Yeah," Amy replied and swallowed. "I told Savannah and she was not happy. But where's the surprise there?" Then, she sat down and looked at Elijah. "Is Selina home?" She asked. "I haven't seen her in awhile, and I think..I think it would be a good idea for me to get out of the house."

"She is home," Elijah replied. "And would you like me to drive you? I don't know if you should be driving yourself."

"Thank you," Amy nodded. "I appreciate it."

"And don't worry," Elijah told his brother. "I'll come back, I promise."

"You take care of her," Klaus warned his brother.

Elijah promised he would and drove Amy to see Selina. When they got inside, he nearly had a heart attack because the first person he saw was not his wife, but his youngest son, wrapped in a pink bed sheet so that he looked like he was wearing a dress, along with some of Selina's jewelry, a necklace and a tiara.

"Oh, my god," Elijah replied, going pale as Ethan threw his arms around his father. "Hi, Daddy!" He cried. "Mommy had to stay home from work today, and now we're playing knight and princess."

"Let me guess," Amy said. "You're the princess."

"Yes, I am," Ethan nodded. "Hello, Aunt Amy."

"Who's at the door, Ethan?" Selina called. "Is it a stranger?"

"No, it's Daddy and Aunt Amy!" Ethan called back.

"Oh, hi!" Selina told them. "What's up?"

"I need to talk," Amy said. "Would you mind taking a break?"

"Sure," Selina replied, then looked at her son. "Ethan, is that all right with you?"

"Okay!" Ethan replied and then yawned. "I need to go have my beauty sleep anyway."

He scampered off and Elijah looked at Selina with lips pursed. "Don't look at me like that," she said. "It's just a game."

"Well, I don't want to see any more of it," he said. "I'm going back to be with my brother and ask him for a really big drink!" With that, he slammed the door behind him and drove back to Klaus'.

"So," Selina asked Amy. "What's the problem?"

"I-I had an affair," Amy got out. "I heard about when Klaus cheated on you and I got scared, so I cheated on him with his son. We used condoms and everything, so it's Klaus' kid I'm pregnant with now, but...should I tell him about what happened with his son? Am I a horrible person? Did you feel bad when you got pregnant with that kid who wasn't Klaus'?"

"I was terrified of what he'd do when he found out," Selina admitted. "So I did what any smart person would do: had sex with him so I could try and pass Sam off as his. Of course that whole plan got blown out of the water when I got pregnant with Lucy too. Klaus was never incredibly mad at me that I can remember, but his anger was probably lessened by his affair with Rebecca and who knows who else? It's smart to be on your guard. You'd be an idiot if you weren't. But you did say the kid is Klaus', right?"

"Yeah," Amy nodded.

"Well, I don't see what the problem is, then," Selina replied.

"Do you think I should tell him now?" Amy asked. "And get it out of the way?"

"If you want to," Selina shrugged. "That's really not my choice to make."

"All right," Amy nodded. "I'll do what any smart person would do: I won't tell him, at least not now. Cause I mean, what's the point in freaking him out when I still have so much of my pregnancy left?"

"I don't know," Selina replied. "But good luck!"

"That's a nice dress, Mom," Rebecca complimented her mother. "Are you going out?"

"Yes," Gwen nodded. "As a matter of fact, I am. I'm spending the evening on my boyfriend's yacht."

"I've never heard you use the term 'boyfriend' to describe any man you've ever gone out with before," Rebecca replied. "Not even Dad. This must be some guy."

"Oh, he is, believe me!" Gwen told her daughter. "Zip me up, will you?"

Rebecca zipped up the back of her mother's gauzy, loose-fitting white gown, and handed her her purse. "Have a good night, Mother," she said.

"You too, dear," Gwen replied. "Try not to make a mess around here, and if you're really bored, call Klaus and see if he'll take you out."

"I doubt he will, seeing as how he knows I'm related to the woman who kidnapped and jailed his entire family!" Rebecca replied. "And I don't blame him!"

"Oh, don't be so dramatic!" Gwen replied. "It wasn't all his family! And I spared his son, even though his son's wife is Astrid's daughter. I thought jailing him would make things awkward when you and Klaus got married."

"We're not gonna get married!" Rebecca replied irritably. "I don't want to marry him, and he doesn't want to marry me! You of all people should know that having a kid with someone doesn't mean you have to marry them!"

"Fine," Gwen replied. "Disappoint me. Break the heart of your poor mother. Who cares how I feel anyway!"

Rebecca rolled her eyes. It was the guilt trip she'd heard a thousand times."Just go," she said. "Goodbye."

Gwen disappeared, and then reappeared on Mikael's yacht, just as he was bringing Olive aboard. She hid out of sight and made herself invisible before going right next to Olive and putting her foot out, causing Olive to trip.

"Are you all right?" Mikael asked, gripping the young woman's arm.

"Yes, thank you," Olive replied. "I have no idea what I tripped over. There was nothing there!"

"How odd," Mikael replied. They headed to the main cabin where dinner was waiting for them, complete with red wine, which invisible Gwen got all over Olive's dress.

"Oh, my god!" She cried, standing up. She looked about to burst into tears.

"It's all right," Mikael assured her. The stain was on the upper half of the dress, so Mikael offered her his coat, and the meal was able to proceed. Gwen tried several more things to make Olive look like an idiot, but nothing worked. Finally, in desperation, she jumped ship and turned visible again, calling up a storm that went on for several minutes, and then abated. Gwen then swam up to the side of the boat and called out for help.

"My god!" Olive said when she and Mikael had hauled Gwen aboard. "What happened to you?"

"I was on a friend's boat," Gwen got out. "It capsized during the storm and I got lost in the water. Thank goodness you two were out here to rescue me!"

Mikael, his eyes locked on her soaking wet gown, which clung to her body and gave him a good view of her breasts, and said, "You're soaked. Why don't you come to one of the staterooms with me and we can get you some new clothes?"

"My, my," Gwen grinned. "What a gentleman you are!" She then looked at Olive. "Sorry to interrupt your evening," she said, bending down to adjust her shoe and giving Mikael another opportunity to peek down the front of her dress. "But we wouldn't want me to catch cold, would we?"

"No," Olive got out as Mikael led her away. "I guess not." She then sat down and finished off Mikael's wine and her own while she looked out at the ocean.

"Are you surprised to see me?" Gwen asked as the stateroom door closed.

"Not really," Mikael replied. "I knew you were too fond of me to stay away."

"Oh, as long as we're talking about who's fond of whom," Gwen chuckled, "I saw you staring at my breasts!"

"Well, with the way you were flashing them, I didn't really have anything else to look at," Mikael replied. "Now, take off your dress!"

"As you command," Gwen smirked and removed her soaking wet dress and undergarments, standing naked in front of Mikael. "Can I have a robe?" She asked, her voice breathy. "Or would you prefer me au naturelle?"

Mikael took a few steps forward and his hands cupped her breasts. "Drop dead!" He whispered.

"Oh, no," Gwen shook her head and pulled him to her, kissing him deeply before whispering in his ear. "It'll be you who dies tonight, not me!"