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Present Day

Damon listened to Stefan try to explain to their mother what was going on and even he realized how ridiculous it sounded. He didn't have the patience to explain to anyone the last 24 hours of his life. His life was fucked and the only hope he had, was parking her car in the driveway after only being away for a couple of hours. He was actually surprised that she had come back so quickly. There was a part of him that believed that she would come to her senses or someone would make her come to her senses and she would walk away from him, from this disaster that he called his life. He opened the door to her and her eyes immediately narrowed while her hand shot out to touch his bruised chin, "What in the hell happened to your face?" she asked alarmed.

"Luke."

"Luke…Olivia's cousin?" she clarified.

"Yup, he heard and let's just say I don't want him on my jury," Damon moved out of the way as she entered the condo.

"So he's in town?" Bonnie sighed walking into the living running her hands through her hair.

Damon had only seen Bonnie this rattled only once and the fact that she looked like she would be sick any moment, made him uneasy, "Apparently so, probably coming to claim the bod…probably to see Olivia," he swallowed while his voice lowered a couple of octaves.

Bonnie gave him a sympathetic frown, "I know that this is hard for you. I know that you and Olivia were close."

"We were friends."

"You were more than that, but ok," Bonnie walked away from him and over to the couch taking a seat.

Damon followed her over to the couch and sat down on the coffee table in front of her, "Listen to me Bonnie, we can't go any further with this until we talk and I mean really talk."

"Maybe its best that we don't."

Damon shook his head, ignoring her words, "Olivia and I were only friends. We slept together twice and that was it. I'm telling the truth about that. The feelings between us were mostly built on the fact that we were both searching for that one person, the person that got away. I never loved her, I wasn't on the road to falling in love with her…we just," he sighed searching for the words, "we just fell into each other's arms because of the circumstances," he confessed staring directly into her eyes, "you know how I feel about you, how I've always felt about you. Yes, I let the divorce case cloud my judgment of you…of your feelings for me…of us and I did something that I would love to take back, but I can't. I called you because you are the one person in this town that I trust and one of the few people in this world that I trust and that I believe, believes in me. You don't owe me anything Bonnie, I know that. I would understand if you hated me until the end of time, but feelings for you haven't changed, even when I was beyond angry at you my feelings were still there and maybe that's what fueled my anger…I don't know, but please, believe me when I say that you and what you think of me means a lot."

Bonnie sat on the couch staring into his eyes. The sincerity in them. The passion in them. He had poured his heart out to her and she believed every word, but there was still something inside of her closed away to him. The wall had been built and his words hadn't torn it down, "Damon, I don't know what you want me to say," she shook her head in confusion, "my defenses are up and I know that you mean what you say, but I'm still hurt and I can't just forget so soon…I believe you when you say that you and Olivia were friends and most of all, I believe that you would never do anything to hurt her or anyone else physically. I've been with you…" she breathed out closing her eyes.

"That's right you have and you know how I feel about you," he whispered placing his hand softly on her neck, moving closer to her and resting his forehead against hers.

"Damon, we can't do this right now," she whispered softly, "we have to clear your name and then we can deal with everything else…ok."

Damon breathed out before letting her go and staring at her for a few moments, "So what do you need me to do?" Damon asked sitting back and rubbing his hands over his face.

"I don't need you to do anything necessarily, I want you to keep yourself out of the public view for awhile while I do some work. I want to go to Olivia's apartment and look around, look at some of the evidence that the police collected. There has to be something that gives us a clue as to what happened to you. I also want you to get some blood taken. It should have happened sooner, but maybe we will get lucky. If someone did drug you, maybe it's still in your system."

"Ok, I can call someone to help with that."

"Ok and I'm going to call Tyler…"

"For what?" Damon blanched.

"Because he may be able to tell me who Olivia may have had a problem with."

"She had a problem with someone…him."

"I don't think Tyler did this."

"You don't? I think he has the biggest reason for doing it, the divorce decree was clear if Olivia died or if she remarried, the shares of the company would revert back to Tyler. He should be the number one suspect."

"I don't believe he would kill Olivia, I know he was an asshole to her and everything in between but he loved her. Maybe he didn't know how to love her but…"

"Stop seeing the good in people, Bonnie."

"Should I stop seeing the good in you?" she raised an eyebrow.

Damon smiled, "I think you see it all within me…the good and the bad."

"Stop flirting, we have to do some work. But anyway, Tyler is smart or at least, he learned a lesson from the divorce case. He would never kill her this close to the finalization of the divorce."

"Ok…ok, fine…you go speak to Tyler Lockwood. I will get the blood drawn, I will call someone, excuse me," Damon stood up from the couch and headed down the hallway to his bedroom while Stefan entered the living room and plopped down in a chair.

"Have you called Elena?"

"No, she's still in surgery. She said it's a 5 hour one."

"Oh that's right, she did tell me that. It's been a rough day and a half."

"Thank you Bonnie for coming to help, I know that some things went down between you and Damon, so you being here means a lot to him."

"I believe him when he said he didn't kill Olivia. I do and no matter what my personal feelings are for him, I can't sit back and watch him go to jail for something he didn't do."

"There's a reason why my mother loves you," Stefan smiled over at her.

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Just what I needed to hear," she remarked sarcastically.

Four and a Half Months Before Damon's Arrest

"Damon, it's so nice to see you again…thinking about joining the company?" Robert, one of Giuseppe's VPs asked.

Damon smiled politely. He was only trying to eat his crab puff and here was one of his father's associates harassing him about joining the company, "Well Bob, I don't think my father would want a nasty dirty lawyer being a part of his company…isn't that what he says whenever he has the chance?" Damon winked popping the crab puff in his mouth and looking around the white tent where the gala was underway. He searched the crowd for a certain someone and finally, he spotted her. She and Elena were entering the tent. He paused for a second to take her in. She was wearing a dress that exposed her shoulder, clung to her in all the right places and made her look elegant and sexy all at the same time, "Excuse me Bob, I have to greet some guests," Damon stated walking away before Robert could answer.

He made his way over to Elena and Bonnie, who were looking around undoubtedly for a familiar face. "Well ladies, so happy that you could attend the Amelia Salvatore Gala," Damon swept his hand across the room.

"It definitely looks to be the event of the season here," Bonnie looked around.

"Ladies you look beautiful," Stefan joined them.

"Thank you," Elena smiled as Stefan kissed her softly on the cheek.

"Bonnie, if you don't mind, I need to introduce Elena to a few people," Stefan smiled.

"Of course, I don't mind."

Stefan escorted Elena to the other side of the tent as Bonnie glanced over at Damon, "I guess your brother left you to entertain me," she rolled her eyes with a smirk.

"Yeah, he kind of ignores the whole we're opposing counsel gotta keep our distance, blah, blah blah thing."

"Damon, you know that its important for both of our careers to do that."

"But there is no law saying that we can't be friends, is there?" he turned to look at her as his eyes lazily checked her out from head to toe, "and you do look exceptionally gorgeous tonight by the way."

"Thank you, this town is not half bad when it comes to shopping."

"Well I have a feeling that you could find something to fit you as well as that dress anywhere."

"See that right there is a problem," Bonnie smiled waving her finger at him as Damon chuckled.

"Bonnie…Damon…wow…you two found each other!" Lily beamed walking over, wrapping her arm around Damon.

"Mother, Bonnie told me that you met at a boutique in town."

Lily turned her eyes on Bonnie, "We did. Bonnie told me that you two are opposing counsel."

"Yes, we are and you know what that means Mother, Bonnie is not a candidate for your dreams and hopes," Damon smiled.

Lily gasped as Bonnie shook her head in jest, "Damon, that's not nice. Bonnie is a beautiful and intelligent young woman; I am not wrong for liking her for one of my sons."

Bonnie laughed, "Damon doesn't have any trouble with women, I am sure Ms. Salvatore. He will be quite all right," she chuckled walking away heading towards the bar.

"I like her, I like her a lot," Lily leaned closer to Damon.

"So you do," Damon looked over at Bonnie ordering a drink at the bar.

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As the night drifted on, Bonnie and Elena found themselves at a table observing the guests dancing around the tent. Stefan was with Giuseppe entertaining guests and Damon was entertaining a few young women near the bar. Bonnie had to chuckle at the way those women seemed to gravitate to him and laugh at his stupid jokes. She was pretty sure he was the most eligible bachelors in this little town. She watched as he made eye contact with each woman making them blush and she couldn't help but roll her eyes when they made eye contact and appeared to blush.

"This is weird, I have to admit," Elena broke Bonnie's gaze from Damon.

"What do you mean?"

"Meeting Stefan's family and friends in this environment. It just makes everything so official."

"You two have been official since you met in the club all of those weeks ago."

Elena shrugged, "He's pretty sweet and that's what I need. That's what I want."

Bonnie smiled, "Isn't it what we all want."

"Yeah, pretty much. So how are you feeling about being here? I know that you are stressed out over the case and I know that this wasn't your #1 choice of a getaway—are you having a good time?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "I have to admit, that despite the fact that Damon is here. I had a good time at the restaurant and so far at this gala. It hasn't been bad at all."

"And it hasn't been bad because the alcohol flows freely and the food is plentiful," Damon's voice interrupted them, "Elena, I think my brother is looking for you over by our Great Aunt Alice and she loves to gift things that costs thousands of dollars, why don't you go make nice?" he smiled.

"Damon, if you want to be alone with Bonnie…just ask."

"I want to be alone with Bonnie," Damon stated looking over at Bonnie, who shook her head with a smile.

"And on that note…" Elena stood up from her chair leaving Bonnie and Damon alone.

Damon cocked his head to the side, "Looks like your glass is empty, interested in joining me at the bar?"

Bonnie looked at her champagne glass, "Why not?" she stood up from her chair and followed him over to the bar, "this is a very nice event."

"Yeah, well my dad likes showing off and this is in honor of his mother, my grandmother so he can't slack on it," Damon and Bonnie reached the bar and the bartender immediately poured Bonnie more champagne and Damon bourbon.

"Well that's nice."

"And you will be happy to know my mother is entertaining her friends, so you don't have to run away again."

"I actually like your mother," Bonnie winked sipping on her champagne.

"Damon…" Giuseppe's voice interrupted as he made his way over.

Bonnie turned to take a look at the guy coming towards her and Damon. He was rather tall, older and distinguished. She recognized him from some of the Salvatore pictures online. He walked over with a slight scowl on his face, casting a quick look at Bonnie before laser focusing on Damon, "Damon, I would like to speak to you," Giuseppe stated through clenched teeth.

"Father, this is Bonnie Bennett. She's here as one of your guests."

"Good evening Miss Bennett," Giuseppe plastered on a fake smile, "for a moment, I thought you were a guest of my son."

"Well I do know your son," Bonnie spoke up.

"Yes…I'm sure. Damon…" Giuseppe gestured away from Bonnie.

"Excuse me," Damon turned to Bonnie with a tight smile.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow as Giuseppe and Damon moved a couple of feet away.

"I spoke with Robert, how dare you put our family business out there!" Giuseppe hissed as his face slowly began to turn pink. Damon could tell by the pulsating vein in his neck that he had touched a nerve.

"What business? I'm sure you've told anyone that would listen that I am your biggest disappointment, that I thumbed my nose at you and the family business by becoming an attorney," Damon retorted.

"I keep my thoughts about you to myself."

Damon chuckled mockingly, "Do you really, Father? Because I think you share them with me quite often. You didn't come to my law school graduation and you didn't come to my swearing in ceremony. I think that speaks volumes."

"You turned your back on the family business, but you had no problem taking the money to fund your legal education."

"Oh wow! I'm such a disappointment, I became a lawyer…wow…that's so horrible," Damon raised his voice causing some of the guests to turn their heads.

"Lower your voice," Giuseppe clenched his teeth.

"Why would I do that Father, why don't I continue to be a bad son and just make a spectacle."

"How about you just leave," Giuseppe stated.

"Gladly," Damon downed his drink slamming the glass down on the table and storming out of the tent.

Bonnie watched the scene from a few feet away, but she could see the way bringing up his father's actions had an effect on Damon. It was another side to him. The cocky, self assured Damon had melted away for a moment and she was seeing someone else entirely. She sat down her glass of wine and followed Damon out of the tent. She found him sitting on one of the lounge chairs near the pool, "Well that was something, like two male lions going at it," Bonnie commented standing above him.

Damon looked up and chuckled. He almost forgot that Bonnie was standing not too far from him and Giuseppe, "Well welcome to the Salvatore Family Chronicles," he stated, "my father…the asshole, who tries to control anything and everything, my mother who stands by his side silently and my brother who tries to please everyone."

"Well every family has a rebel," Bonnie shrugged.

Damon laughed, "And what would you know about that? I have a feeling that you have always played by the rules Bonnie Bennett, Esquire."

"You would be wrong."

Damon looked over his shoulder, "Really," he stood up to his full height and looked down at her, "then come somewhere with me…"

Bonnie backed up and frowned, "Why would I do that?"

"Because this party is over for me and Stefan and Elena will be glued at the hip as my father introduces his favorite son's surgeon girlfriend to all of his colleagues, clients and closest friends."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Come on Bonnie, live a little. I promise no lines will be crossed and I will be a good guy."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

"Bonnie…trust me, you will have a good time and I'm kind of keeping a promise," Damon winked.

"Hmm…ok," she finally agreed following him off of the patio, "but we better not get arrested."

Present Day

As soon as Bonnie entered Olivia's apartment, an icy cold feeling shot through her body. She had been to crime scenes before, but for the most part, she didn't know the victims before the horror happened to them. There were a few officers milling around and Kol met her as soon as she stepped over the threshold. In the living room, there was blood stains on the floor, the couch, the pillows and blood splatter on the walls. The couch was in disarray. The glass table was shattered. She took an intake of breath as she looked around with wide eyes, swallowing deeply. Whomever committed the murder was a savage, "He slaughtered her," Kol walked up beside her.

Bonnie cut her eyes at him, "She was slaughtered, we don't know who did it."

Kol shook his head, "He's going to take you down with him," he stated with regret.

"Damon, didn't do this and I'm not going to say that again to you."

"Olivia's family is in town; they are out for blood. Tyler Lockwood is out for blood. Your friend is going to pay for what he did."

Bonnie turned to face Kol, staring directly into his eyes, "It almost sounds like you have made up your mind as to who did this, as opposed to looking at other suspects."

"What other suspects?"

"Ones with an actual motive. The ex-husband who had plenty to gain from her death and family members who could inherit the millions that she just won in the divorce proceedings, surely the Mystic Falls Police Department doesn't think that the one who represented her and was sleeping with her would also murder her?" Bonnie remarked with a slight smirk on her face, even though the last couple of words sent a knife directly into her heart.

Kol stood in front of her with his arms crossed. His eyes looked almost sinister as he spoke, "Well the fact is, there was only one person here with her that night and that person was covered with her blood. He had the wounds on his hands and had bruises on his face, so good luck trying to convince anyone else that he's innocent," Kol walked away from her.

Bonnie breathed out slowly as she looked around searching for anything that could be a clue. She saw the broken wine glass on the floor and the blood. It just didn't make sense to her. It wasn't that the evidence or the facts of the situation didn't add up to Damon being the #1 suspect, they did. However, her gut and her heart told her that this was all wrong. He was being set up, now who he was being set up by was definitely the question that she had to answer.

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The lab technician placed the Band-Aid on Damon's arm and stood up, "We will have the results of your tests within a few days, we will rush them," the male technician stated packing up his tools.

"Thanks for coming out and please make sure you get those results as soon as possible," Damon walked him to the door.

"Will do," the technician nodded as Damon closed the door behind him.

"Well hopefully, the results will tell us something," Stefan sighed sitting down.

"They have to, it's the only explanation as to why I can't remember anything. It's completely blank," Damon took a seat on the couch.

"Ok, so who would drug you and then kill Olivia, so brutally at that?"

Damon pointed, "The million or should I say 10 million dollar question is exactly that. If I had to pin it on someone, I would say it was Tyler. He had the most to gain from her dying and he was willing to do anything to make sure she didn't get the money or part of his business and she got both."

Stefan nodded following along as Damon continued, "He has the money and he knew where she lived. The police won't look at him, not now at least or ever, not when Bonnie's stalker is leading the charge against me."

"The ex-fiancé."

"Yup, the ex-fiancé that she may or may not be involved with again."

Stefan breathed out, "I really don't understand what happened. I know you and Bonnie were keeping things discreet, but I thought you two really liked each other and you were planning to make a go after this divorce case was over. The next thing I know, you won and you two are over. What in the hell happened Damon?" Stefan asked.

Damon stood up walking over to the drink cart and poured a glass of bourbon, downing it, "We happened."

Four and a Half Months Before Damon's Arrest

"Ok Damon, I don't like this," Bonnie walked nervously as Damon guided her from the car, "I understand that you wanted to get away from the gala, but why did I have to keep my eyes closed for half the ride?"

"Because I didn't want you to see where we were going, that way you couldn't fight me," Damon answered.

Bonnie immediately stopped walking, "Nope…nope…nope."

"Open your eyes Bennett," he stated.

She slowly opened her eyes and found herself on the tarmac of a small airport, "Umm…what are we doing here?" she looked around.

Damon walked around her with a smile on his face, "Do you remember our first date when I told you I was a pilot."

"When you lied?" Bonnie stated slightly confused.

"Yes…well…it was a partial lie remember. I told you that I knew how to fly."

Bonnie squinted looking past him, where she saw some workers putting gas in a small plane and immediately her heart began to beat rapidly, "Oh no…no…no…I don't like planes and I damn sure don't like little ones," she turned on her her heels heading towards his car.

"Oh come on Bonnie, let me show you that I wasn't completely lying. I do know how to fly, come on…it's completely safe. I've had my license since I was 17. It was one of the few father-son activities that I engaged in with Giuseppe. This is our plane…Wildspark, I think I named it after you subconsciously," he smirked.

"Asshole," she spat out.

Damon chuckled, "Come on, I promise it's safe. I wouldn't take you up there if it weren't. Being up there is nothing like you've ever experienced."

Bonnie stared at the plane, biting her lip. She was sure that being up in a plane with Damon was definitely something she had never experienced before. The plane was rather on the small side, it was white and silver. It was actually pretty attractive.

"So what do you say?"

"You better not kill me," she mumbled as she bypassed his hand and followed him towards the small plane. Damon watched her walk towards the plane and smiled as he followed behind.

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Bonnie Bennett had done many crazy things. Allowing Caroline to talk her into showing her boobs for Mardi Gras beads. Being shot in the air by one of those slingshots at the Annual Mystic Falls Carnival. Riding a scooter 10 feet in the ocean. Then there was this…being 15,000 feet in the air with a man that she shouldn't be and allowing him to take her life in his hands. She was gripping onto her armrest so tightly that her fingers were starting to cramp, her jaw was clenched that it was sore and she was seeing out of slits, because she was afraid to even open her eyes and realize that she was up in the air in a tiny plane…without a parachute of any kind.

Damon looked over and he could tell that Bonnie was nervous. She was about to tear the stuffing out of the armrest. He looked over at her, "Enjoying the view?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"Yup…it's perfect," she answered quickly.

Damon chuckled as he reached over and placed his hand gently on her shaking thigh, "Relax," he stated calmly.

"I can't," she managed squeeze out, "I shouldn't have come up here."

"But you wanted to…dare I say it…be a friend?" Damon looked around as the lights of the towns below glistened below them.

"I'm not your friend," Bonnie answered quickly.

Damon laughed, "Sure, well non friend, check out the sights below. I promise you, you won't regret it."

He saw her take a deep breath and then opened one eye and then the other. He watched her as she leaned over to gaze out of the window and then her eyes widened, "Where are we?" she asked.

"Over Connecticut."

"It beautiful," she stated.

Damon looked at her as if she reached in her purse and removed her phone taking pictures. He caught a glimpse of her profile and she really was beautiful. Her tawny skin was unbelievably smooth; the outline of face was something that an artist would go crazy over. Bonnie Bennett was not only one one of the smartest people he knew, but also one of the most breathtaking, "Yup beautiful," he whispered staring at her.

"So you've been flying since you were 17?" she asked through the microphone.

"I've been licensed since then, I've flown since I was 14 or 15. My father was desperate to find something that we could bond over."

"This is a helluva of a hobby."

"Yeah, well Giuseppe likes expensive hobbies," Damon observed the sky in front of him.

"But what about you, you've done this since you were 17…what are you 40 now?"

Damon looked over and he was tempted to send the plan into a nosedive, but decided to be nice, "No Miss Bennett, I'm not. I'm on the other side of 30, if you must know. But to answer your question, yes…I do enjoy it. Flying gives you a freedom that I don't think you can get on land. I actually used to fly a lot, it helped me to clear my head when things were a little hectic."

Bonnie nodded as she looked out of the window, "This is nice. I usually don't like flying at all and I can honestly say that I never thought about getting on a small plane like this, but this isn't bad…" she looked over at Damon, "and neither is the company."

"Wow, is that a compliment?" Damon gasped.

"Well I gotta be nice to the pilot," she winked.

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"Can I help you?" Damon asked holding out his hand, once they landed back at the airport. Bonnie smiled taking his hand as he helped her down the stairs. She shivered a little and she honestly wasn't sure if it was due to his touch or the cool air that hit her, "are you cold?"

"Umm, well this dress wasn't exactly made for much," she turned to face him.

"So I see," Damon slid out of his suit jacket and placed it around her shoulders rubbing his hands up and down her arms.

"You know, this wasn't as bad as I thought it would be," Bonnie looked around.

"No…do you mean that I'm making it hard for you to dislike me?"

She cocked her head to the side, "I think me disliking you went away maybe a month ago."

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, really," she rolled her eyes.

"Good…," he smiled at her and then turned serious, "and um…thank you Bonnie for coming with me tonight. I know that Elena brought you here to be her wing woman."

"Elena would more than likely be with Stefan all night and I would have hung out at the bar."

"Ahh…so I saved you."

"Maybe," Bonnie smiled up at him.

Damon took in this moment for a few seconds and then he leaned down. Bonnie saw him leaning down, she could see that his lips were coming towards hers and she knew that she needed to stop him—but she couldn't and she didn't want to. Their lips met testing each other for a few moments, before she opened her mouth giving him more access. He tasted differently than what she remembered, he tasted sweet and so was the kiss between them. She breathed as he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her in closer. When he pulled away, she heard herself whimper. He rested his forehead against hers, "Bonnie, you have no idea how much further I want this to go," he breathed out, "but we agreed."

"We did…we did," Bonnie nodded trying to remind herself what the agreement was.

He raised his hand to caress her face, "But when the Lockwood thing is over, I think we need to revisit this."

"Maybe," Bonnie walked past him.

"Hey…what do you mean maybe?" Damon followed her.

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"So this is more than likely not the filet mignon that the gala listed on the menu, but I think its just as good," Damon sat down a slice of cheese pizza in front of Bonnie, "along with this wine."

"Pizza and wine, in our formal attire…classy," Bonnie took a bite of the pizza.

"Yeah well," he shrugged, "so I told you my bonding activities with my father, what about you and your parents?"

"What about me and my parents?"

"Who are you closer to…mom…dad…both?" he inquired.

"Well me and my mom are close because she's my mom and after their divorce, I lived with her. We have a good time together…me, her and my Grams."

"And you and your father bonded over the law?"

"It's where we spent most of our time together. Ever since I can remember, my dad would take me to the courtroom and I would watch him practice his openings and closings in front of an empty jury box and it was amazing. His voice…his mannerisms…everything."

"So is he the reason why you decided to become a lawyer?" Damon asked sipping his wine.

"Maybe part of it. I like it, I like figuring things out…finding ways to persuade people…making changes…helping people."

"Hmm…so helping Tyler Lockwood?" Damon raised an eyebrow.

"Tyler is very important to the firm and that's all I will say."

"Ever think about going at it alone, no firm. Just you taking the cases that you want to take?"

"I guess, I don't know. I'm close to making partner so…"

"Partner at a firm that forces you to take cases that you don't want, that's nice," Damon snorted.

"Damon, I don't want to talk about the Lockwood case or my career at the firm."

"Ok…fine, I just believe that you are a force Bonnie. I'm going against you and you keep me on my toes, you deserve to call your own shots. That's all."

"Well…maybe one day, I will," she shrugged taking a bite of her pizza.

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After dropping Bonnie off at her hotel, Damon contemplated continuing on back to Mystic Falls, but he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to his mother at the very least. He parked his car in the driveway noticing that some of the workers were carrying the chairs and tables into the trucks. He entered the mansion and headed towards the stairs, "Well after he causes a spectacle, he leaves the gala and me to do damage control," Stefan walked out from the living room.

"Stefan, I was absolutely sure that you would be staying with Elena tonight."

"I will see her tomorrow morning, I had to stay for awhile to meet with Father and some of the other board members."

"Of course, the great and honorable son," Damon rolled his eyes.

"Damon, I just want to keep the peace," Stefan sighed.

"And I don't?" Damon charged over, "he comes after me every single time and I'm not a child Stefan, I don't have to take whatever he throws at me anymore."

"I understand that."

"And you know what, so what I didn't want to design buildings as my career…"

"But you were so great at it," Giuseppe walked into the foyer, "and you thumbed your nose at your talent just to get back at me."

"Everything I do is not about you, hard to believe, when everyone else makes sure their life revolves around your wants and your whims."

"You will always be a disappointment," Giuseppe shook his head.

"And on that note…" Damon turned to head towards the door.

"Giuseppe, Damon…stop it!" Lily stated from the top of the stairs, "Stefan, can I please have a moment with your father and brother?"

Stefan shook his head, "Have fun Mother and good night to you all."

Stefan turned on his heels and headed up the stairs as Damon looked over at Lily, who was poised for a 3 hour long talking to and at that moment he realized he should have went back to Mystic Falls.

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"So how was the fancy trip to New York?" Sheila Bennett handed Bonnie a knife to chop up potatoes as Abby stirred the spinach in the pan on the Monday following Bonnie's return.

"It was ok. We did some shopping, ate at some good restaurants and Elena spent some time with her boyfriend."

"Of course she did," Sheila snorted.

"Mother…" Abby warned.

"What? Why did she need Bonnie to go with her anyway?"

"Because I was being the supportive friend."

"And the fact that Stefan's brother was there, the one you are going against in that new divorce case right?" Abby asked.

Sheila removed the chicken from the oven sitting it on the counter and then turned to Bonnie, "The one you danced with at the Liz's Birthday Party right?"

"Yes him," Bonnie confirmed praying that her mother and grandmother would just change the subject.

"Hmmm…"

"Grams, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong per se, just someone who looks like that can't be trusted," Sheila shook her head.

Abby chuckled, "You say that about every good looking man."

"Because I am right," Sheila placed her hands on her hips, "Bonnie, child…look at me…look at your mother…"

"Hey!"

Sheila continued, "We always fall for the attractive men and it's always good at first, they will talk us right out of our panti…"

"Mother!" Abby widened her eyes.

"Oh come on Abigail, she's almost 30…she's a big girl…" Sheila turned to Bonnie, "be careful of those handsome ones," she pointed.

Bonnie looked down at the potatoes she was supposed to be cutting, "I actually went out on a date with him before I knew he was the other attorney on my divorce case."

Abby and Sheila locked eyes and then both looked at Bonnie, "And when I went to the gala this weekend, we kind of left the party and he took me up in his plane…"

"Is that some kind of kinky euphemism?" Sheila's face blanched.

Bonnie laughed, "No, he actually has a plane…anyway…it was nice, it…confused things for me to be honest."

"But you can't date your opposing counsel can you?" Abby asked.

"It's highly frowned upon."

"But you want to?" Sheila pressed.

"It really doesn't matter because like you said, we have the case going on. He understands it. I understand it."

"But does your body understand it?" Sheila asked.

Bonnie's eyes widened, "And I think I'm done with this conversation," she slid off of the kitchen stool and dropped the potatoes in the roasting pan.

Sheila and Abby collapsed into laughter.

"That's not funny," Bonnie pouted.

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After spending a day and a half of listening to his mother lecture him and his father about acting like adults and petulant children, Damon was released from New York and made his way back to Virginia. He and his father agreed to play nice and after his mother was satisfied, it was only then that she stopped lecturing. The truth was, Damon had no intentions on playing nice with Giuseppe or at all. His father was jackass and there was no getting around that.

The fact that he was locked into spending time with his parents, didn't give him much time to even think about what happened with Bonnie the night of the gala. The plane ride was unexpected and he could tell that she enjoyed herself. The kiss that they shared on the tarmac, kind of surprised him. There was a clear attraction, but he didn't think that they would act on it and he certainly didn't think that he would be the one to pull away. As much as he wanted to be with Bonnie in every way possible, he knew that they were walking a tight line with this divorce case and putting personal feelings in the middle of it, could wreck havoc for the both of them.

"Mr. Salvatore, Mrs. Lockwood is here to see you," his assistant cut through his thoughts.

"Send her in," Damon rubbed his eyes as he threw the folder containing the forensic accountant's report to the side.

He stood up as Olivia walked in. Olivia was a beautiful woman, seemed kind and smart. Tyler was a true asshole for cheating on her, "Olivia…nice to see you," he smiled.

"Damon, are we almost done with this divorce? I want to move on, Tyler is making my life a living hell," she complained sitting down in the chair across from him.

"Did he do something else?"

"Other than cut me off financially and make me move out of our home, no…he hasn't done anything else."

"Well I think this will be over sooner than later, I'm almost through the accountant's report and nothing sticks out…the bastard was truthful in his filings, it appears."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "This is ridiculous!" she shrieked, "he cheated on me and I'm going to be at his whim about what he wants to give me? I don't deserve this Damon."

"Liv, listen…" Damon stood up from his desk and walked over to her, "Tyler won't get away with giving you pennies, you will be well taken care of after this divorce. We won't settle for less."

"You have more faith than I do," she snorted.

"Well it's my job to have faith," Damon smiled, "but can you do me a favor and tell Luke to back off. I can't tell him anything, so he needs to stop calling me."

"He's just concerned Damon," Olivia sighed, "he introduced me to Tyler and now he feels like he has to save me from this. It's nice and all, but I know how Luke can be. I will tell him to leave you alone."

"Thank you and trust me Liv. I will make sure that you come out of this with everything you deserve," Damon took her hands in his.

She looked up at him with a look of gratefulness, "Thank you Damon."

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Bonnie stepped off of the elevator and headed towards her apartment. She was ready to kick off her shoes after a long day in court and watch some of her favorite shows. As she got closer to her apartment, she noticed a package outside of her door. "Great," she mumbled. Kol would never stop.

She bent down, picking up the box, juggling her purse and her keys and entered her apartment. Dropping her keys and her phone on the console table, she walked over to the kitchen with the box bringing out leftovers from her dinner with Grams and her mother from the night before. She placed the container in the microwave and then turned to the box that was left outside her door, "So what did you leave for me today, Kol?" she mumbled grabbing the scissors from the drawer and cut the tape. When she peeled back the black paper, a smile spread widely across her face. There was a note inside, "Thank you for painting the night sky with me," she read out loud as she lifted the gifted out of the box. Walking over to the console table, she picked up her cell dialing his number.

"So I take it you received my box?" he asked.

Bonnie eyed the miniature plane in her hand, "I did…it was nice gesture."

"Well Bonnie, I can be nice and I wanted to thank you again for the night of the gala."

"Well you know me, I take pity on all those who require assistance," Bonnie sailed the plane through the air.

"Of course you do, how could I ever forget that?"

"I have no idea."

"I will be at the courthouse for most of the day tomorrow, but how about we meet for lunch?" Damon asked.

"Damon…"

"Bonnie, it's just lunch. Besides, we can talk about the settlement that you are prepared to offer my client, if you want."

Bonnie sat the plane down on the counter. Somehow, she had a feeling that lunch with Damon is not exactly just lunch, it would probably be the beginning of so much more.

Thank you for reading this chapter. BTW...I loved the scene with Bonnie, Abby and Sheila. Too bad they never shared the screen together on the show.

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