Prompt: KC + "Wait, you've been hired to kill this guy too?!" AU

It should have been an easy enough job. The mark was alone tonight, and was due to step out of his apartment to attend a party soon.

But of course, fate generally loved screwing her over. She'd been stopped and searched at the airport, despite the fact she was carrying all of the right permits for her rifle.

Traffic had been an absolute nightmare on the way into the city, and she'd had to pick the lock to get through the fire door.

And then of course, he had to be here.

"Long time no see sweetheart." He remarks with a smile as she steps out onto the roof. He looks like he's been here for awhile, dressed in his usual black combat gear, rifle perched in the appropriate position.

"Of course you would be here." She replies with a sigh, dropping to the ground and sitting cross legged beside her, taking out her case and assembling her rifle bit by bit.

He watches her with a languid smile on his face, finger resting against the trigger.

"And what possible interest could your organisation have in our target tonight?" He asks indulgently as she rolls her eyes, not sure whether she should punch him in the face or kiss him.

She doesn't even know how to begin to even define whatever it was she had with Niklaus Mikaelson. They'd met last year, when they'd been assigned to take out the same person.

A fight had ensued between them, she'd cracked two of his ribs, and he'd given her half a dozen lacerations. Strangely enough, they'd patched each up, and had fucked each other into the mattress later. Multiple times.

It had been the start of something. She just wasn't sure what it was.

"I don't ask questions. I just pull the trigger." She finally replies with a shrug, clicking the last piece of her rifle into place with a chilling sense of finality.

"Ah to have the luxury of that manner of thinking." Klaus muses out loud with a teasing smile.

She rolls her eyes again, poking her head over the top of the balcony.

"Any sign?" She asks wearily as he runs a hand through his hair.

"He'll be leaving in about twenty minutes. Nice timing sweetheart. But if you think I'm going to let you waltz in here and take this mark then you're kidding yourself."

"How long have you been here?" She asks curiously.

"6 hours actually. Possibly one of the most painful stakeouts in history. I'm glad you're here at least, to provide me with some entertainment."

She grits her teeth together, resisting the urge to say something cutting in reply. He always enjoyed pushing her buttons, even though he never outwardly admitted to doing anything untoward.

She settles into place beside him, elbows knocking against each other. Klaus lasts for all of about ten seconds before feeling the need to fill the silence.

"How's the boyfriend?" He asks innocently, as she growls under her breath.

"Oh my god. How many times do I have to tell you that there's no boyfriend? It's not exactly healthy in our line of work."

"We kill people for a living sweetheart. No use dancing around it." Klaus points out in amused tones.

"Don't you ever want more? Like if you had a dream job, what would it be?" She blurts out suddenly, wanting to know more about him beyond how many people he's killed or the type of rifle he uses to do it.

Klaus gives her an odd look.

"Out of all of the questions I expected from you sweetheart, that would have been one of the last."

"Just answer the goddamn question Klaus."

"Do I want more than this? Of course I do. What fool wouldn't?" He begins with a bitter smile. "But I suppose to answer your question; I suppose I would be an artist. It would be nice to use paint instead of blood. And you sweetheart?"

She blinks at him in surprise, not expecting to have her own question turned back on her.

"I guess I've never really stopped and thought about it. Killing is all that I've ever known. But if push came to shove I'd live in a small town. Away from the big city craziness. Away from all of this." She waves a hand to encompass the roof of the building, the weapons, the combat gear, everything.

"That sounds nice." He murmurs, body shifting next to hers. "And would there be room for me, in this small town life of yours?"

Her eyes flick to his, stunned by his question.

"One day, perhaps." She answers formally. "If you let me take the shot."

His chuckle is like music to her ears.

"I wondered when you were going to work that in. I'll let you take the shot if you let me take you out to dinner sometime." Klaus replies smoothly.

She pauses for a long moment, weighing up the risks and benefits. She only has to think about it for a moment.

"Deal."

One hour later she takes the shot.