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Caroline adjusted her black beanie on top of her blonde curls, casually walking down the sidewalk. She was about a block away from the Mikaelson Corp offices. Klaus said for her to meet him outside, but didn't clarify where exactly. To say she was nervous about their little undercover stunt, was an understatement. Not only was she slightly terrified of what Jenna would do if they were discovered, but she didn't exactly trust herself around Klaus anymore.

Especially after the fantasy she had last night.

Damn hormones.

Caroline walked up to the side of the Mikaelson Corporation building, nervously twiddling her fingers as she looked around her. Klaus was nowhere to be found, of course. She was a few minutes late, unsure what one wears to spy on other people. She'd decided on black jeans, a long-sleeve black top, boots, and a black beanie. She had gotten a few odd looks from those passing by her on the street, but she'd rather be safe than sorry.

A hand latched onto her wrist, yanking her into the alley next to the building. She shrieked in response, her heart thundering in surprise before a warm, familiar hand clapped over her mouth. Her eyes widened when Klaus came into view, his body pressing hers against the brick building. His face was incredibly close, Caroline nearly able to see every single fleck of green and gold in his blue eyes.

"You're late," he murmured, taking his hand off her mouth.

He didn't move away from her, their bodies still pressed up against one another's.

"I had trouble figuring out what to wear," she said, licking her suddenly dry lips.

He flicked his eyes down at her clothes, the corners of his lips tilting in amusement.

"Taking this spying thing seriously, aren't we?" he continued, fingering her beanie.

She rolled her eyes playfully as she slapped at his hand, still making no move to push him off her.

"I wanted to be prepared," she stated, leaning her head back against the brick wall.

"Sweetheart, you do realize this is my family's company. I can walk in without an excuse at anytime," Klaus grinned at her, enjoying the annoyed expression creeping on her face.

"It's Caroline, and why the hell didn't you tell me that before?" she slapped at his shoulder, pushing him away as she whipped her beanie off her head.

"All I did was text you and tell you where to meet!" he responded, grinning at her cheekily.

"You told me to dress inconspicuously!"

"I did," he answered. "Which meant regular clothes, and not 'I'm about to rob a bank' clothing."

She glared at him, her silence acquiescing to his point. He just grinned back at her, lifting a hand to run them through her curls. She flinched, surprised at the affectionate gesture from him. He smoothed down her curls that were messy from her beanie, biting his lip in concentration. Caroline's eyes trailed down to his mouth, pressing her lips together as he continued to stroke her hair softly.

"There," he murmured. "Perfect as always."

Her cheeks tinged pink, throwing him a shy smile when he backed away.

"Thanks," she whispered.

He nodded, ducking his head shyly. She put her hat in her purse, closing it with a snap as Klaus patiently waited.

"So, what now?"

"I saw Jenna go in about ten minutes ago," Klaus began. "This should give her ample time to get up to wherever she's going to be."

"What's the game plane?"

"We walk in, go to the security room, locate Jenna, and then go find and/or confront her," Klaus shrugged.

Caroline shot him a disbelieving look. "It's that simple?"

"Love, this is my family's company. I may not work here, but I do have a sizeable influence on the employees here," he quipped.

"Someone's cocky," she teased. "Okay, Mr. Big Shot, how am I going to get in? I'm not a Mikaelson."

Klaus grin turned wolfish, a gleam forming in his eye. "You're playing the part of my lady of course."

Caroline scoffed. "Excuse me?"

"It's simple really. In order to get in without a pass, you have to pose as my girlfriend," Klaus sighed, flippantly waving his hand as if he was discussing trivial matters.

"Klaus Mikaelson doesn't do girlfriends," Caroline rolled her eyes, not noticing the vulnerable look in his eyes.

"Yes, well," Klaus began, clearing his throat. "As far as Mikaelson Corp. is aware, you're my girlfriend and we are coming to visit my dear old father," he finished, his tone hardening when he mentioned Mikael.

Caroline whipped her head around, blinking at him confusedly. Klaus' jaw was tight with tension, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the brick wall behind her. Hesitantly, Caroline lifted her hand and brushed it gently over his cheek. Klaus jerked in surprised, his questioning look meeting hers. She opened her mouth to say something, the words leaving her as her mind worked in overdrive at the intimacy of the moment.

"We don't have to do this," she finally managed.

Her hand had a mind of its own, continuing to caress his cheek gently. His eyes closed briefly, a drawn-out sigh leaving his lips. He lifted his hand, covering hers with his before gently moving it off his face. He laced their fingers together, brushing a curl out of her face and tucking behind her ear. The moment was easy to get lost in, her head having a tendency to go fuzzy whenever Klaus is involved.

"Yes, we do," he said quietly, squeezing her hand. "Come on."

She followed him in silence, enjoying the way his fingers easily wrapped around hers as he led her to the door. He looked back at her, smiling briefly before opening it to let her in. She walked over the threshold, letting a surprised gasp fall from her lips. Her eyes roved over the huge room, people milling around the lobby as they made their way to their offices. She swallowed heavily, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the task.

"Come on," he murmured, squeezing her hand soothingly.

She followed him blindly, the corners of her mouth quirking up at all the glares from women who were staring at them in jealously. She knew that Klaus was good-looking, but apparently he seemed to have his own following in the company.

"Someone is jealous," she giggled, poking Klaus' back.

He turned around. "Hmm?"

She gestured towards a particularly glaring brunette. "Someone doesn't look too pleased to see us holding hands."

Klaus flicked his eyes at the brunette, a smirk growing across his face.

"Ah yes, Sophie. The woman who I smiled at once four years ago. She has quite the claim on me sweetheart," he teased, wrapping his arm around her waist comfortably.

She didn't even try to fight him off. "My name is-"

"Ah ah," he tsked. "I'm allowed pet names during this charade."

She cast a glare in his direction, making him grin impishly at her.

"Come along, love," he continued, pulling her over to a desk. "Jane-Anne!"

The secretary looked up from her desk, a smile breaking across her face.

"Klaus Mikaelson, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Klaus smiled. "Jane-Anne, this is my girlfriend, Caroline Forbes."

Caroline's heart flipped at his words, her jaw dropping at how easily the words seemed to roll off his tongue. The secretary blinked at them, shocked, but a warm smile blooming on her face.

"Oh, Ms. Forbes! We've heard so much about you!"

Caroline coughed slightly, throwing Klaus a pointed look before turning to the woman.

"You aren't the first person to say that," Caroline sighed, smiling at the woman.

The secretary beamed back at her before turning to Klaus.

"So, what can I do for you two?"

"Is my father available?" he asked, looking like he had just sucked on a lemon wedge.

Jane-Anne's eyes widened, but she looked down at her datebook.

"Um, actually he's in a meeting for the next hour or so."

Klaus nodded, his grip on Caroline's back tightening. "Thank you. I think we are going to wait upstairs."

Jane-Anne nodded, tossing an uneasily smile in their direction as Klaus pulled Caroline away.

"She looked uncomfortable," Caroline remarked.

"Yes, well she's one of those that is well-aware of my paternity," Klaus said simply. "It's rare for me to actually want to see Mikael."

"Won't she be suspicious?" Caroline asked, following Klaus down a corridor.

He shook his head. "Doubt it. She probably think I want to introduce you to him."

"Which is even more suspicious," Caroline answered, looking behind her to see Jane-Anne grinning broadly at them.

Klaus just rolled his eyes. "Trust me, love."

She sighed, tightening her grip on his hand. "You're lucky I do."

His answering smile was blinding.

They managed to make it down the hall, stopping abruptly in front of a door marked "Security." Klaus pressed his ear up against the wooden door, pressing a finger against his lips as a means to tell her to stay quiet. She let go of his hand, choosing to slip in front of him to where she could listen inside the room. Klaus' hand curved on to her shoulder, gripping it firmly as he pressed himself against the door.

"What are we doing?" she asked, confused.

Klaus chuckled quietly. "Listening to see if the guards are gone."

Caroline spun around, facing him. She didn't realize how close they were until she was all but flush against his chest. Gulping, she looked at him timidly. Klaus let out a short breath, the hot air ghosting over her lips. Goose bumps rose on her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I don't hear anything," she murmured.

Klaus' tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Me neither."

His eyes looked over her shoulder, widening slightly.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her forehead wrinkling in confusion.

"Kiss me," he ordered, lacing his fingers through her hair.

"What?" she hissed, her eyes falling on his lips.

"I'll explain later."

His lips descended upon hers, crushing her body to his. She gasped into his mouth, his tongue taking advantage of her surprise and thrust into her mouth. Their lips moved in tandem, Klaus tangling his fingers between her silky hair strands. Her mind spun hazily, lost in the feel of his lips moving against her, spreading heat throughout her body.

"Brother!"

Klaus feigned shock, immediately releasing her and backing away. Caroline blinked, suddenly feeling empty as his hands left her body. She looked over at her shoulder, noting the dark-haired man striding towards them with a devilish smirk.

It was-

"Kol," Klaus nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"What a scandal," the man grinned, crossing his arms as he came up to stand next to them.

"Hello, darling," he smirked at Caroline. "You look rather tasty."

"Kol," Klaus growled, reaching and grasping her hand firmly. "Where are your manners?"

"Funny enough, I was just about to ask you the same thing, with you trying to shag this young lady in the middle of the hallway," Kol quipped, winking at her.

Caroline rolled her eyes. "We weren't shagging."

He just beamed back at her. Biting her lip uneasily, she looked up at Klaus, finding him looking extremely irritated. She didn't know much about this brother of Klaus', just that he was younger and from what she could tell, had Klaus' egotistical personality with Elijah's looks.

"And who might you be?" Kol looked down at her, arching his brow.

"Caroline Forbes," she shot back, folding her arms across her chest.

"You're the-"

"Yes, I know. Klaus has told you all about me," she interrupted, shooting a glare at Klaus' amused expression.

"He didn't tell me how enchanting you were," Kol continued, circling around her. "Well, in not so many words."

She sent Klaus a questioning look, stifling a laugh at his annoyed expression.

"Yes, well, we were very busy, Kol," Klaus said, reaching for her hand.

"I bet you were," Kol implied, mischievously winking at Caroline. "Bekah was right. It was only a matter of time before you finally get the girl."

"I'm not his girl," Caroline growled.

Klaus raised his eyebrow, seemingly to remind her of their cover story.

"I-I mean, we're still trying to become exclusive," she stammered. "Not ready to tell people just yet."

Kol nodded, apparently buying her story. Klaus squeezed her hand encouragingly, pressing a kiss to her curls.

"Well, the security room is empty," Kol stated slyly, winking at Klaus. "They are all in the break room for John's retirement party for the next hour."

"Perfect!" Caroline blurted out.

Kol's grin grew, the roguish gleam in his eye becoming more prominent. "Nik, I think you got a wild one here."

Klaus growled under his breath, lunging for his brother. Caroline jumped in front of him, nervously chuckling as she yanked on Klaus' arm.

"Definitely," she agreed, making Klaus' jaw drop. "Now if you don't mind..."

She trailed off, winking at Kol's delighted expression. Klaus stared at her in amazement, stunned as she opened the door easily, pulling him in with a flirtatious giggle. She shoved him up against the closed door, pressing her body up against his. He caught her in his arms, a smile playing at his lips as she sighed loudly.

"Think he bought it?" she whispered, smacking her palm against the door as if she was in the throes of passion.

"Bought it? I think he's impressed," he muttered, hitting his head against the wall as to continue with the charade.

She grimaced at the thud, slapping the door again.

"How long do you think we have to fake it?" she asked, a low groan coming out of her lips.

"Not long," he continued, throwing his body back against the door.

She giggled at the picture, squealing when he yanked her against him, flipping them around to where she was pressed against the door.

"Gasp really loudly," he mumbled, pressing his lips under her ear.

She didn't have to fake that.

"Say my name," he continued, nipping at her ear.

"Klaus," she moaned, heat pooling at the bottom of her belly.

He nipped at her neck again, her breath running ragged. Somewhere along the lines of faking having sex for Kol's sake, Caroline's body began to enthusiastically response to Klaus' ministrations. Obviously his body felt the same, his own arousal digging into her thigh.

"Do you think-," she panted, "he's still there?"

He stilled against her, blinking at her foggily as she became well aware of the compromising situation they were in.

"Um," he hesitated, dropping his hands from her body.

They accidentally had crept up her shirt.

Whoops.

He listened quietly, shaking his head after a moment. "I think he's gone."

"Good," she breathed, disentangling herself from him.

She sucked in a deep breath, willing her heart and body to calm down. Klaus was watching her with hooded eyes, sending tremors down her back. She cleared her throat and nodded towards the wall of TV screens.

"Shall we?"

Klaus swallowed heavily, walking towards the opposite wall in silence. She followed him just as quietly, slipping into a seat beside him as he began inspecting the screen.

"Do you know how to work this thing?" she asked, gesturing towards the controls.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Caroline, it's like you don't even know me."

She elbowed him in the ribs, thrilling herself at the sound of his chuckle. Klaus clicked around on the control panel, skimming through camera screens. She watched him quietly, enjoying the way his jaw set in determination as he got lost in his work.

"I can't find her," he groaned. "She must be in someone's office."

"Can you get into those cameras?"

He sent her a look. "I'm hurt, love."

Wrinkling her nose at him adorably, Caroline watched Klaus hit a button whilst he continued to smirk at her. The screens flipped, bringing in a whole new batch of security camera visuals. She hummed quietly, her eyes scanning the TVs as she looked for Jenna's familiar figure.

"Oh my God."

"What?" Klaus asked, glancing at her.

"Is that Jenna in-"

"Mikael's office," Klaus finished, pressing his lips in a firm line.

"Zoom!" Caroline shrieked, ignoring his attempts to shush her.

"I am," he hissed, slapping away her hand from the control panel.

Sure enough, Jenna was standing the middle of a grand office. Her back was to the camera, but Mikael was facing her and the camera dead on. His face was twisted into a scowl, whatever she was telling him putting him in a bad mood.

"Can we get volume?" Caroline whispered.

He hit a button, sound immediately filling the room.

"I don't know what else you want me to do," Mikael shrugged, fiddling with papers on his desk.

Jenna sighed. "Simple. Let me fire Klaus."

Caroline sucked in a low breath, shooting a look over at Klaus. He rolled his eyes, bored.

"Typical."

"You aren't firing my son," Mikael sighed. "It keeps him out of my hair and his mother happy."

"He isn't your son," Jenna snarled.

Klaus' back tensed, his fists clenching at Jenna's bombshell. Caroline placed a soothing hand on his back, biting back a frown when he shrugged it off.

Mikael looked bored, his face mirroring Klaus' earlier expression. He ignored Jenna's murderous look, getting up to walk over to her.

"Look darling, I'm not going to let you fire Niklaus. I'd have to deal with Esther, and she'd beg for him to have a job here."

"Then let me expose your secret," Jenna exclaimed. "Klaus would be blacklisted everywhere."

Klaus let out an uncharacteristically shocked gasp. Caroline looked at her concernedly, his eyes trained on the scene unfolding before him. Surely Jenna wasn't talking about Klaus' paternity, having a different father from the one your mother married wasn't a reason to blacklist or even fire someone.

There had to be something he wasn't telling her.

"What secret?"

Klaus help up a finger, gesturing towards the screen.

"You aren't going to do that," Mikael stated, a sneer appearing on his face.

"Watch me," Jenna snapped, walking away.

Mikael grabbed her wrist, yanking her back to him.

"Here is what's going to happen, little girl," Mikael snarled. "You're going to go home, pretend this conversation never happened, get up, go to work, and go home. And repeat."

Jenna tugged her wrist free, glaring at him. Her shoulder slumped, and she bypassed him as she sat on the edge of his desk.

"I don't understand why you won't leave your wife," she sighed. "I've been your mistress for years and yet, you still won't leave that trollop of a woman."

There was a strangled noise that filled the air in the security room. Klaus looked at Caroline, his face composed into a perfectly cool mask. He raised his eyes at her briefly as she realized that the noise was coming from her.

The visual of Jenna and Mikael being intimate made her literally want to throw up.

"And I don't understand why you are trying to destroy my family," Mikael quipped.

"Well, I'm tired of waiting!"

"And quite frankly, I'm tired of you darling," Mikael replied to her outburst. "But I still keep you around to keep things interesting."

"You are an asshole."

Caroline had to agree with Jenna there.

"And you are a bitch who is trying to ruin my life because this isn't enough for you," Mikael continued calmly. "I suggest you quit it."

"I suggest you shut the hell up."

"You love it," Mikael murmured, leaning into Jenna's face.

Oh, gross.

Caroline made a face, burying it into Klaus's shoulder blade. He had a similar look of disgust, but his eyes remained on the screen. Moans and gasps began to come from the speakers and Klaus hit the mute button, his face twisted into a grimace.

"Can you turn that off?" Caroline asked, her voice muffled by his shoulder. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Klaus clicked at the control panel, flipping the camera's back into the usual hallways. He let out a heavy breath, his shoulders slumping as he buried his face in his hands. Caroline watched him nervously, twisting her fingers in her lap as Klaus continued to remain silent.

"Are you okay?"

The question was quiet and concerned.

He looked up, his face devoid of any emotion.

"Of course I am. My family is living up to its blasted name," he snapped. "Now he's running around on my mother since she did the same. Again."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize," Klaus chuckled sardonically. "I can't count on my hand how many mistresses Mikael has had over the past few years."

"Jenna and Mikael," Caroline stated.

She wrinkled her noise, a shiver going down her back.

"Oh, God, it even sounds grosser when saying it."

Klaus chuckled, looking at her with an indecipherable expression.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he apologized, covering her hand with his.

She shrugged. "Just a little bleach to my eyes, and I'll be good," she teased, smiling at the small smirk on his lips.

"Besides," she continued, looking at him carefully. "We're friends."

Klaus' face fell a smidge, but it recovered before Caroline could notice.

"Friends," he echoed hollowly.

She squeezed his hand, getting up. Something was still bothering her though. What exactly did Jenna mean about Mikael's secret? It somehow involved Klaus, but it wasn't about his paternity. She implied that it was something that could utterly destroy his life and career, Mikaelson Corp included.

"What did Jenna mean by his secret?" Caroline asked, watching Klaus tense from the back.

"I assume she mean my paternity," Klaus said flippantly, getting up.

She looked at Klaus, biting her lip when he avoided her gaze.

She shook her head. "No, I think she meant something else."

"You thought wrong," Klaus snapped, his face forming into a familiar, detached mask.

Caroline frowned. "You're really touchy about this."

"I am not," Klaus growled, glaring at her.

She'd never seen Klaus this jumpy before. His face was as neutral as ever, but his hands were shaking slightly, his jaw twitching as he refused to glare at her. It reminded her a lot of what he looked like when he found out about her article.

When she found out about Ansel.

She sucked in a low breath. "This is about Ansel's death."

Klaus didn't respond.

His silence was proof enough.

"Mikael killed Ansel?" Caroline asked, sidling up next to Klaus.

She tried to touch his arm, but he pulled away.

"Klaus, it's okay. You can trust me," she declared, slapping away his arm as he tried to push her away. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You can tell me anything," she whispered, pressing her lips against his shoulder.

He let out a sigh, his upper body folding over as he slumped in defeat. He dropped into a chair, Caroline following suit as she sat down next to him. Her grip on his arm just tightened and she cuddled up next to him.

"Please," she murmured. "Did Mikael kill your father?"

Klaus tensed, before letting out a deep breath.

"No."

Caroline frowned. "Then who did?"

Klaus turned to look at her, his eyes terrified. He wet his lips briefly, clearing his throat as he drew in shaky breath.

"I did."

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