Author's note: This is a sequel to Chapter 70: Summer of Salvatore, found in A Beautiful Symmetry. Thanks for all of your asks about this one and I appreciate your patience in how long it took me to come up with the idea for this! Written for Klaroline Bingo klaroline-events Prompt: "You're safe." Caroline just wanted to casually date the mysterious new guy from work. Something nice and normal. But the universe had other plans.
"Crime is common. Logic is rare."
— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Copper Beeches
"You didn't hesitate when I gave you the address," Caroline observed, taking a sip of her coffee. "I mean, I know you're new to town, but everyone knows the south side of the city is a bit shady."
Klaus let out a chuckle, amusement dripping from his voice as he asked, "Detective Forbes, are you concerned for my safety? I can assure you, given your act of valor at that crime scene, I can't imagine a safer place than at your side."
She could feel her cheeks grow hot, and she ducked her head shyly. She'd relied on instinct when Stefan had attacked them, and while she never went for the kill unless she had to, there was no denying the relief that washed over her once she saw he was dead. He'd been a monster. "I'm just glad I was there to stop him." She fiddled with her nails, a nervous edge to her voice as she asked, "As much as I hate that you were there, I was wondering if you'd feel comfortable going back with me? I've been asked to provide a detailed report of my findings and I could really use your perspective since you may have observed something I missed."
He looked surprised by her invitation and she hurriedly explained, "I mean, the methodology established to empirically score copycat crimes is measured in seven factors ranging from sociology, biology and psychology, not to mention influences of the media and even geography, and I just don't want to overlook a single opportunity for a thorough report given the potential ramifications this case could have on future criminal justice procedures."
Klaus flashed her a dimpled smirk, taking a drink of his coffee as though contemplating something. "Of course. You're a widely respected expert in your field, sweetheart, and I'm flattered that you asked."
She could feel her cheeks grow hot at his perusal. "Um, sorry...I didn't mean to ramble on about forensics and crime scenes on a date." Tucking a blonde curl behind her ear, she muttered, "Guess it's been awhile for me," and then immediately squeezed her eyes shut, mortified.
He reached across the table to hold her hand, winking as he said, "I don't mind a bit of murder on a first date."
She returned his smile, hardly believing her luck. It was really difficult to meet someone who wasn't turned off by forensics, and this was the first date she'd had with a coworker who hadn't been an asshat who instantly discounted her research. "Can I ask how you got into this field? Have you always been a dispatch driver?"
"It's a recent change for me, but I've always been interested in the more historic aspects of murder. For example, are you familiar with ling chi? It's known as —"
"Slow slicing or death by a thousand cuts initially practiced in 10th century China," Caroline interrupted excitedly.
Klaus smiled, his gray eyes lighting up at her enthusiasm. "I always found it fascinating to see the ingenuity involved in finding blades sharp enough in that era to gradually shave away the bits of skin and muscle tissue."
"Exactly! Murder weapons are such an essential part of forensics," she replied a bit breathlessly, her heart beating a bit faster when she saw the unmistakable lust in Klaus' gaze. She was giddy at the thought of finding someone who shared her enthusiasm for criminal science forensics.
She noticed Klaus suddenly stiffened as he studied something intently behind her. She glanced at the reflection in the window, frowning as she realized someone had walked in wearing a Halloween mask and the black tip of a small caliber gun was peeking out of his sleeve.
Seriously? Of course this would happen on her date. Taking a calming breath, she slowly slid her phone over to Klaus, murmuring quietly, "Call 911." Using carefully controlled movements, she quietly removed her concealed sidearm, promising, "You're safe. It's going to be ok, I promise."
The would-be robber had just raised his gun to the cashier when Caroline yelled, "Police! Put down your weapon and turn around slowly!" She could read in those tense muscles that the suspect would run, but before she could make a move, he hopped over the counter, putting the cashier between them as he made his escape. Registering the clatter of his weapon being dropped in the commotion, she raced after him, briefly pausing in the brick alleyway to determine which way he went.
Running in the most likely direction, she stopped short when she saw Klaus casually holding the suspect against the rough brick. Arm wrenched up his back in what appeared to be a painful wrist hold, his face was scrunched as he howled. Stepping over the mask that must have fallen off in the struggle, Caroline wryly observed, "Did you run track or something? How'd you manage to beat me here?"
Klaus shrugged, a small smile on his face as he replied, "Perhaps I'm faster than I look."
Something weird was going on. Caroline brushed some of the ashy residue into a sterile envelope, sighing as she mentally went over everything she knew about desiccation and growing more and more frustrated as she couldn't find a rational explanation. Stefan sustained a gunshot to his tibia. Which should've crippled him. Instead, it seemed to enrage him further and when he leapt at her, she issued a fatal headshot.
She felt little remorse at having brought down a serial killer; especially one that had posed an imminent danger to both Klaus and herself. What she found disturbing was the accelerated decomposition of Stefan's remains. What the hell happened? By the time dispatch had arrived, Stefan's corpse appeared as though he'd been dead for more than a century. Frowning, she studied the chalk outline notating where the remains had been prior to her team's removal, and Klaus' amused voice interrupting her thoughts. "It's almost as though you expect the evidence to talk back, sweetheart."
Carefully pressing an evidence seal to the envelope, she replied, "All evidence speaks; it's just a matter of understanding what's being said." She settled more comfortably on the plastic sheet, blue eyes straying back to the powdered residue that clung to the grooves in the wooden floor. "Accelerated desiccation is almost unheard of in forensics. I can't account for what happened to Stefan's body. The remains appeared to have been subjected to an even source of airflow or aerated soil to damage the soft tissues in that manner."
He leaned back on his palms, stretching his legs out next to hers, and the almost-touch of his body made her shiver. Crime scene, Caroline — get it together. "There's emerging studies regarding destructive micro-organisms contributing to desiccation. I actually read an interesting take on this in Drs. Parker and Sommers' joint work in the latest Forensics Quarterly," he ventured, a small smile gracing his lips as though pleased with himself.
It was a statistical improbability that someone with those cheekbones would read Forensics Quarterly. When they wrapped up the scene for the night, she planned to drag him back to her place to ride his test tube until it broke. "Seriously?! You're trusting Parker and Sommers's research? You might as well say a Kardashian is a respected forensics authority."
He let out an amused chuckle, pulling her in for a quick kiss. "You are a delight, love. It's rare to find someone so enthusiastic about this type of work."
Her lips burned from the kiss, and her pulse raced when she thought of where the night would take them. She'd never met someone who seemed to genuinely appreciate the science behind the macabre. "It's hard for people who aren't in the field to understand. There's a certain beauty to it; the way the research can lead to a hypothesis and eventually a satisfying resolution."
"There was a...case I worked on in which a body had been drained while hanging right-side-up. Utter poppycock as everyone knows the most efficient draining method is —"
"Upside-down," Caroline cheerfully interrupted, "because the subclavian and carotid arteries' location is ideal. No self-respecting killer would attempt draining without having a basic understanding of anatomy." A slight tingle went down her spine as she realized that Klaus seemed to appreciate her dark humor. It was nearly impossible to succeed in this industry without developing at least a hint of gallows humor.
He shook his head in bemusement, and she barely resisted the urge to poke at those innocent-looking dimples. But they still had work to do. Clearing her throat, she leaned over to access her files, zooming in on the dental images from the remains. "I'll admit I've seen some unusual remains during my career, but nothing like this." She pointed at the obvious deformity, adding, "It's a clear case of megadontia, but I can't imagine someone willingly allowing their condition to grow out of control like this to the point that they have large, curved canines. Given the depth of the unnatural growth, he must've been in incredible pain."
Stefan had smiled at her. With those teeth that had been so sharp. Too sharp. Caroline had been proud of how she'd handled the situation, but something primal had overtaken her when she saw those canines. Fangs. She shook her head slightly, ignoring the cold pit in her stomach that inexplicably had formed. Klaus looked decidedly uncomfortable, and she cursed herself for being so oblivious. Clearly, Klaus was traumatized by what had happened and it was selfish of her to expect him to bounce back right away after seeing such violence.
However, before she could apologize, Klaus abruptly stood up, helping her to his feet even as he seemed weirdly fixated on the front door. Suddenly, a forceful blow had the wood splintering, and two musclebound, intimidating men with dark eyes walked in. Their vacant, mindless stares were somehow more disquieting than their size.
"Caroline, there you are," drawled a familiar voice, and she didn't miss the way Klaus stiffened as he moved in front of her.
Peering around Klaus, her eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed, "Dr. Maxfield? What are you doing here?" What was her biology professor from Whitmore doing at her crime scene?
He still wore the same smug grin she'd done her best to forget all those years ago. There always had been something vaguely threatening about him, but Caroline inevitably dismissed it as the typical sleazy college professor creeping on naive students and made sure to steer clear whenever he tried to get her alone multiple times. But now there was something more. Something dangerous. As he took a cocky step toward her, Klaus growled in warning. Wait — Klaus growled?
"Forgive my intrusion, but I've been following your fascinating work for some time now, and your research of the Ripper of Monterey's murders over the past century caught my attention," he explained, eyeing his two companions in a manner that was both reverent and dispassionate — he might as well have been examining a piece of art. "I'm certain your research will aid me in locating other ripper vampires capable of successfully hosting the Ripper Virus my lab has created."
Ripper vampires? Ripper Virus? Not to mention his ridiculous assertion that murders spanning more than a century could've been the work of a single individual. What the hell was going on? Caroline kept her hand next to her sidearm, studying Professor Maxfield and his companions to determine the threat.
Suddenly, black veins appeared underneath the dark eyes of the two men who bracketed Professor Maxfield, their sharp canines inexplicably long. What the hell? Those were fangs. She was staring at fangs. Fear gripped her heart, but she was proud of how steady her grip was as she raised her gun.
She flicked her gaze to Klaus, who seemed strangely at ease. He rocked back on his feet, hands casually clasped behind his back as he sneered, "Words cannot express the trouble you find yourselves in, gentleman." With his signature smirk, he added, "I'm Klaus Mikaelson."
It was when Klaus shockingly revealed a double set of curved fangs along with feral gold flashing in his gaze that Caroline began to understand. She was safe. Professor Maxfield and his companions were not. The intruders stepped back uncertainly, no longer flanking Professor Maxfield like vicious guard dogs. "Ah, you've heard of me. Fantastic," Klaus said, his chest swelling with pride.
While Caroline felt her heart beat a rapid tattoo in her chest, she somehow wasn't afraid with Klaus beside her. He'd positioned himself between her and the intruders, clearly comfortable in this dangerous situation, but also not willing to risk her safety. He leaned into her, and her body instinctively curled into his.
Klaus' voice carried a solemn promise that despite the insanity around them, Caroline couldn't help but believe as he told her, "You're safe. It's going to be ok, I promise."
