Summary: Keelin finds herself in a race against time to locate Freya after a phone call from Kol.

A/N: Hi all! I'm going to bring together the other Mikaelsons so that Freya's interaction is not confined to Kol only. Posting now as I'll be travelling and won't be around over the weekends. Have a happy weekend!

"Is sister-in-law with you now? Is she listening in to our conversation?"

"Keelin will never do that and give me a break Kol, stop teasing," the voice replied.

"What? Who's teasing you? It's true! She's really my sister-in-law. You'll just have to get used to the term," he smiled into the phone.

There was a short chuckle before the voice continued, "Keelin will be back late. She has a medical conference to attend and a meeting after that."

"Sounds busy, I wouldn't pack my schedule like that if I were her."

"So how long will your stay be?" Kol asked.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning, there's no reason for us to stay longer than usual in New Orleans," she replied.

"Oh! I got to run sister, Davina is back from the ladies. Catch up again soon?" he said before they ended the call.

Kol Mikaleson was all ready for date night at the famous France concert hall. He specially gel his hair backwards and don his best suit for tonight's occasion.

"Ready?" Kol smiled.

Davina nodded and took his arm as they crossed the lobby.

"What a pity Elijah won't be playing tonight," a group of ladies said as they passed the pair.

Kol gestured for the group to stop, "Excuse me Madame, I've overheard your conversation and that's a mention that the pianist Elijah won't be performing?"

"Why, yes, haven't you heard? He is doing his world tour and his first performance will be tonight."

"Oh really? That's lovely news. A pity though, my wife and I are here to hear him play," Kol said. "Do you happen to know where his first stop will be at?"

"Why yes, it'll be held in New Orleans."

Freya smiled as she put away the hand phone when she entered the dining room.

"Madam, is the portion sufficient? Should I get you and Madam Keelin more slices? There is enough to go about," the housekeeper asked.

"Nope, it's perfect. You may rest for the night," Freya responded.

"Great, thank you," the caretaker said, and walked away.

Freya rearranged the cake plates and the glasses of orange juice before taking a seat.

Scanning the room she noticed that in the corner there was a coffee table and a hard cover book, at least ten times thicker than any magazine, standing out like a sore amongst the many flimsy magazines in the lower shelf. Curiosity got the better of her and she went over to pull it out.

The symbols were a piece of cake for a veteran as she read the title. She remembered referring to this book before in the dining room but the vague impression she had was that it wasn't very useful. She must have tossed it aside when she couldn't find what she wanted and it lay forgotten in the corner of the room as time passed.

She flipped the hard cover open, scanned the table of contents and slowly turned the pages, not looking for anything in particular. She flipped past the first concoction and then to another, and another, and paused at a concoction of a purplish potion before flipping to the next page. A sudden feeling of sadness hit her but she just wasn't able to explain what it was. She just wanted to shut out the negative emotions and would do anything to make herself feel better. She slammed the book shut and tossed it into a corner and just when the book hit the corner of the room, her senses tingled.

She caught footsteps, a magnitude of them, entering the compound. Burglars? Robbers? Whoever they were, trespassers are to be executed. She sped out of the dining room to give a grand welcome.

She smashed a vase into the head of the first hooded mask man and stabbed what remained of the vase into the second figure, and she threw the third out of the window of the second floor. Another three more hooded figures appeared ahead and she was stopped in her tracks. The trio each raised an arm towards her, their fingers clenched, as though holding on to an imaginary ball. She instantaneously clenched her head but the pain was too intense. She stumbled and crushed into the walls along the hallway.

The footsteps echoed into her ears as she struggled to keep her eyes open. More of them entering the compound? She knew that they were back-up and she was so near yet so far from the three spell casters. Just a little more. A few more steps and they would be within her reach. She lifted her head and bit her lower lips. She staggered forward slow-mo and when she was just an arm's length away, she lunged.

Her fist went right into the face of the masked man and it didn't stop there, it pounded through the face and she punched a hole in the wall. Some bricks dropped out and she brought a brick down into the face of another figure when she was recklessly trying to hit them when battling a massive migraine. She managed to grab a part of the third figure before she fell to the ground.

Freya curled into a ball and threw the mask into the air.

Gawddddd

A look of surprise appeared on her face as the attacker stood above her, and the last she remembered was a clenched wrist twirling in the air before the lights went out.

Hey, this is Keelin, leave a message.

BEEP

"Keelin, this is Kol. We have a problem. Are you with Freya? I'm unable to get through her phone. Call me please?"

She struggled with the buttons as she dialled the numbers.

"Kol?" she said as she adjusted the ear piece. "What's going on?"

She slammed the car door shut and sped off.

"Where's Freya? Is she with you?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Nope, she isn't but she should be back at the quartet. I tried calling but no one picked up, not even the housekeeper, I'm now making my way back," Keelin replied.

"Listen Keelin, I just got news that my brothers and sister are in New Orleans too."

There was silence. The repercussions of them meeting would be disastrous.

That's not possible, Freya has been avoiding them like the plague since that day. Well, from as far as I know. She has been hesitant to visit New Orleans or to stay long for anything that matters.

"Uh huh, I'm listening…And then now what?"

She turned a corner and overtook the car beside her.

"Get Freya out of New Orleans immediately,' he instructed. "And bring her here to San Francisco to visit Davina and I."

"Ha! Nice try Kol," she forced a laugh before removing the ear piece. She step on the gas, sped down the street, beat two red lights and took a right turn. The path back to the quartet was clear at this hour and parking places were easy to find due to the special arrangements made by Josh and Vincent. She killed the engine and immediately jumped out of the car.

There was when she felt a prickling sensation as though she was being watched. She paused and took a good look around. It was late at night, most of the stores were already closed and there were people around but none that she would take much notice her senses playing a trick on her? She shook the uncomfortable feeling away. Time is running short if she were to locate Freya. She had to know whether Freya is safe.

Keelin made it to the main door and heard chants. It sounded as though a choir was singing in the compound, except that what she was hearing were incoherent chants instead of the beautiful choir voices. She pushed the main door open and cautiously entered the arc that linked the main door to the compound. She crouched and looked out from behind a wall and immediately spotted 3 bodies on the ground, one of them being Freya. The other was a long haired blonde with a stake sticking out from her heart, she later recognized to be Rebekah. As for the remaining man who was faced down, the physique pointed him to be Elijah. Her gaze shifted to the white markings on the floor and the strange symbols but the dozen or so witches who stood near the stairs caught her attention more as they were a greater threat instead. Fortunately for her, the witches' chants repeated into the night and they were all too absorbed in their spell castings to take notice of any trespasser.

THUD

It happened suddenly; she was propelled violently forward by an invisible force and she fell on all fours right in the middle of the compound. She sat up and spotted Vincent, flat on his back motionless in the corner, Josh unconscious and chained to the wall, and was that Marcel? Confined in a magic circle. She turned to see who had sneak attacked her from behind and it was a hooded figure. How could she have missed him? Her eyes glowed a bright yellow as she braced herself for the witch's attack but it never came and she soon found out why.

The hooded attacker spat blood and dropped to his knees, Klaus stood behind him with a bloodied heart in hand. His gaze shifted shortly to Keelin, as though to acknowledge her presence, before they narrowed and turned cold and hard when screening the enemies beyond.

By now they have attracted the attention of the dozen witches and they were surrounded.

"Nobody harms my family!" Klaus shouted in anger before charging at the nearest witch. His arm was like a baseball bat as he swung and detached a witch's head from the shoulder. He sped and thrusted an arm towards the chest of another witch and jumped on another.

Keelin sped towards the corner amidst the chaos and broke the chains that held Josh to the brick wall. After affirming that Vincent was still breathing and that Josh was just unconscious, she attempted to get break the magic circle and to get Marcel out of the magic circle but failed.

THUD

A more powerful blast followed and she was thrown into a brick wall by another magical force and this time she did not idle. She recovered in a flash, appeared behind the spell caster and threw the witch towards the magic circle. A part of her didn't know why she did that but she was desperate enough to try anything, even throwing humans towards the circle if it would break the magic circle and free Marcel. Surprisingly, it worked. The witch flew into the circle and landed into the arms of Marcel Gerard. She immediately turned her attention to the other on-going battle.

Klaus' fangs came down on the necks of two others before he staggered backwards clenching one side of his head. He scanned the area and spotted the source; a witch on the second floor. His sclera glowed a yellowish-red as he mentally plot his next step.

Keelin turned her attention to the markings and the unconscious Mikaelsons. The more she looked, the more familiar the markings were. Had she seen them before? She turned to find Klaus kneeling on the ground, struggling to get on his feet.

"Get Klaus away from the formation!"

She turned to find Vincent yelling amidst struggling to sit upright.

"Get them away!" By now, Vincent was screaming at the top of his lungs.

Her blood froze. It suddenly struck her that this was the exact formation that Freya and her siblings stood years ago when they each took in a piece of The Hollow.

Her heart raced. It seemed like a long time had passed but in reality it was only a few seconds. She sped to the formation and with arms outstretched, she reached for the nearest Mikaelson. Freya was just an arm's length away and she would pull her away from the formation and even carry her out of the compound if she had to but then it happened…

A ball of fiery blue light burst out from Freya's chest and joined three other smaller blue balls to form a larger fiery blue ball in the middle of the square formation.