I think it's high time I prompted you ;) There we go: Klaroline as sports agents and Caroline's just stolen a huge client from Klaus. He does not appreciate (or the other way around). Smut encouraged but decision is yours, of course!

Thank you lovely lady! I know I told you before but I am in love with this prompt, definitely one of my favourites. It sort of took a different turn, I hope you like it. Also thank you to my amazing NFL adviser aussiepatsfan for all your assistance!

Eye of the Tiger

It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

CAA Offices - New York, New York, Monday AM

"He did what?" Klaus bellowed, making his assistant jump in surprise.

"I don't think repeating myself is going to make it any less true," Lexi drawled. "Tom Brady's personal assistant confirmed it five minutes ago."

"I have been his agent for six years Lexi! Six years!"

"Yes, well not anymore apparently," she murmured.

"If CAA weren't so inflexible and set in their ways then none of this would be happening, I tell you this company has really gone downhill in the last few years," he complained, bitterly. "But I digress; did she happen to say what low life stole him out from underneath me?"

"No, just that he is currently looking at his options and seeking new representation since he's out of contract," Lexi said.

"That's it, I'm going to call him myself, we have a long history and I know once he speaks to me he'll think…"

"That you're desperate?"

"I'm glad you are so supportive in my time of need," he shot back.

"Hey," she argued. "I am very supportive, but do you really want to look so pathetic that you need to grovel?"

"I don't grovel," he bit back.

"So what do you call this?"

"Fine, but whomever it was is a deadman, mark my words," he promised.

Mercedes Benz Superdome - New Orleans, Monday PM

"Klaus, I didn't expect to see you after, well you know," Alaric stumbled awkwardly. His sympathetic expression not lost on him.

He'd decided to go to the Patriot's game at the Superdome against the Saints. Given his multitude of high profile clients and the fact that Drew Brees was firmly nestled in the CAA stable, his all access pass was functional and he was able to slip in unnoticed, until now that is.

What annoyed him the most was how quick people were in this industry to delight in other people's misery. Klaus knew he'd worked hard to get where he was today and it was jealousy, pure and simple.

As soon as he'd arrived in the States as an inexperienced twenty-one-year-old fresh from earning his MBA, Klaus knew all he wanted to do was be a sports agent. It didn't hurt that his dream happened to coincide with the release of the movie Jerry Maguire, not that he'd admit that openly of course.

He'd worked his way up from the mail room of Creative Artists Agency (CAA) to become one of their top agents within nine years, representing an elite field of NFL superstars. He'd earned his success and there was no way he was going to take their pity.

"I don't need your sympathy Saltzman," he growled. Alaric was a middle man at Boras Corporation. It was a firm that they generally looked down upon, because even though their baseball division was second to none their NFL clientele was modest at best. How he got an invitation tonight was a mystery.

"Yes, well given you have Tony Romo and the Manning brothers, amongst others; I doubt it would even make a difference to your earnings." He chuckled. "Peyton especially on the back of that commanding performance at the Superbowl."

"That's not the point," he shot back, annoyed that he had to entertain this conversation and his flippant attitude. Klaus had acquired those contracts through sheer hard work, something that most people in this business didn't understand. "So, has Tom confirmed his new management contract yet?"

"Not yet, but I still can't believe she could possibly land Brady," he scoffed.

"I was surprised myself," Klaus bluffed.

"Yes, it seems like Relativity Sports might have another big name to add to their line-up." He made a ball with his fist, trying to calm the anger that the company's name incited. They were quite new, but within a few short years they'd risen to the top of the industry mostly with questionable methods, in his opinion.

Alaric was obviously talking about upcoming agent and all round golden girl, Caroline Forbes. She seemed to appear from nowhere, completely unheard of in the industry a year ago. Klaus knew her well, intimately in fact.

"It sounds like it," he muttered. "I have somewhere I need to be."

The one thing Klaus knew about Caroline was she was determined to succeed and was willing to do whatever she could to make that happen. It was all very familiar given he was exactly the same. Klaus had to admit it was admirable, even if it came at the cost of his client.

It was then he heard that familiar laugh, and his head swivelled around to find the source. Her golden waves were fanned across her chest, her blue eyes sparkling as she conversed easily with their major sponsors. People seemed to flock to her but given her beauty it was hardly surprising. Klaus felt the familiar arousal take over, knowing that she still had that effect upon him. It didn't help that her red dress was hugging every curve, Klaus remembered encountering them all too well.

Carousel Bar – Hotel Monteleone, New Orleans, Monday PM

They'd met in this very city nine months earlier. The Steelers were playing the Saints, his client was on fire as usual, but unfortunately Pittsburgh star quarterback Ben Roethlisberger was just too good and Pittsburgh snatched the win. Not ideal, but Klaus knew it was only early days and that Drew was only going to play better given his enormous potential.

Klaus headed out to Carousel Bar; he'd heard stories about the iconic attraction overlooking Royal Street. Yet, in all his time working there Klaus had never experienced it. He was seated at the grand and revolving carousel acting as a bar, his eyes flickering over the female patrons looking for a possible bed mate. It wasn't until he saw her stunning smile in the mirror and heard that melodic laugh, Klaus knew he'd found his companion for the evening.

Her black dress was fitted snugly, her blonde hair pulled back exposing her creamy neck and Klaus couldn't help but think how much he wanted to feather kisses across the length of it. It was a humid night and Klaus would be lying if the few stray sweat beads that were dripping tantalisingly down her cleavage weren't hypnotizing him.

She surprised him by standing up suddenly and his heart sunk realising she was leaving. His eyes followed her path, an exaggerated wiggle in her step, those blue eyes finally making contact with his.

"Evening, love," he offered, as she passed by, a whiff of her intoxicating perfume filling his nostrils.

"So do you always openly stare at women?"

"Only the attractive ones," he replied, without a beat.

"Oh please, spare me the corny lines," she drawled.

"Yet, here you are talking to me, love," he smiled knowingly. "Fancy a drink?"

"I'm not sure that would be wise," she said leaning closer so she could whisper in his ear. Her breath tickled his earlobe and Klaus had to use all the willpower he could muster to not pull her onto his lap.

"Oh and why's that?"

"I think it's what they call a conflict of interest," she murmured.

"Now you have me intrigued, Miss?"

"Forbes."

"I'm Niklaus Mikaelson, but you can call me…"

"Klaus," she replied. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

"And how exactly do you know what I say to all the girls?"

"Let's just say your reputation precedes you in the industry," she shrugged her shoulders. "Your supposed charm isn't contained just to NFL players."

"Have we met before?"

"No, we haven't," she murmured. "But let's just say we move in the same circles."

"Oh let me guess, you're a cheerleader?"

"I'm sorry?" She asked "While I admire the athletic ability of those women, I work behind the scenes. Now, if you'll excuse me." With that she turned on her heel and stalked away, he jumped up knowing that if he didn't chase her he'd always regret it.

Klaus felt the humid air hit him as he walked out of the Hotel Monteleone he could smell the impending rain in the air knowing it would only make conditions that much stickier. Looking in both directions to see where she'd gone, Klaus couldn't miss her cute little ass in that familiar black dress rushing down the street to his left.

"Easy, love," he called out, catching up from behind. "I was just joking."

"I didn't find it very funny," she drawled, whipping around and catching him off guard so that his body clashed against hers. Klaus couldn't deny how good it felt to have her skin against his. They stared at each other, their breathing ragged from the unexpected and close contact. Klaus heard a distant rumble and without warning the rain began to fall slowly, pelting his skin with cool water.

"I'm sorry, okay," he apologised, holding up his arms in surrender. "I'm just curious about how you know me?"

"Well, let's just say my quarterback schooled yours tonight."

"Wait a minute," he said, processing what she'd just said. "You represent Ben Roethlisberger?"

"Last time I checked he was the quarterback for the Steelers," she snapped, sarcastically. "Now as fun as this has been…"

"You work for Relativity?"

"Yes," she shot back, impatiently. "Why do you sound so surprised?"

"I'm not, I'm just impressed because..."

"I have a vagina?" She drawled, Klaus closed his eyes momentarily trying not to imagine what he'd like to do to hers. "You know there are female sports agents. Unlike some male counterparts, we actually possess a calm headedness that is severely missing in this industry."

"You don't think I can be calm, love?"

"Frankly, I don't really give a damn and don't call me love."

"Well it is a little difficult when I don't know your name," he offered. She stood there, hands on hips and Klaus realised he wasn't going to get his way. The rain was coming down in sheets now and Klaus was struggling to concentrate given how amazing she looked wet. Klaus was realising she couldn't look bad if she tried.

"And, if you'd let me finish before, I would have said I was impressed because I didn't know Relativity had hired a new agent." He finished. "Usually I'm across these things."

"Maybe you've been too distracted trying to pick up poor, defenceless women in bars to notice."

"From what I can tell you are neither poor, nor defenceless, Miss Forbes."

"What you think doesn't really interest me," she retorted, yelling over the rain. "And to be honest your company isn't worth this drenching."

"It's only a little water, come on give me a chance."

"I told, you it's a conflict of interest so probably best that we don't speak."

"Well, we don't have to speak," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "You know there are other things we could do."

"Well, I guess that would depend on what you have in mind?" She replied, her voice thick with desire and Klaus knew she wanted him just as much.

"How about this?" Klaus growled, taking her by surprise and pushing her against the nearby wall, his lips greedily attacking hers. His hands combing through her wet locks while his tongue massaged hers.

She reciprocated immediately; looping her arms around his neck and pulling him flush against her body. She groaned against his mouth as he grinded against her, his lips moving southward and sucking at the neck he'd admired from afar.

"I suppose that would be okay," she panted as he continued his assault. "But after this I never want to see you again, is that clear?"

"Crystal, love," he grinned, tracing his mouth over the creamy swell of her breasts that was peeking out from her fitted dress. "Now that's settled, your place or mine?"

Mercedes Benz Superdome - New Orleans, Monday PM

"I really should have known," he growled, walking up behind her, trying to ignore the enticing scent of her perfume and just how well her red dress accentuated her assets.

"Good evening to you too," she replied. "I think you know…"

"Spare me the introductions Miss Forbes," he shot back. "It might shock you but I happen to know everyone already."

"Well, then I'm not sure there's much else to say, Mr Mikaelson," she replied, wide eyed and feigning innocence. Klaus was trying to ignore just how arousing his name sounded rolling off her tongue. A talented tongue he knew all too well.

"I don't know, how about your unscrupulous morals?"

"My what?"

"Well what else could one think after your attempts to steal other people's clients."

"It's not my fault if you can't hold onto your clients," she hissed. "Maybe if you spent more time listening to their needs rather than abusing your competition this wouldn't be happening."

"I know what my clients need," he scoffed. "You don't have to worry about that, love."

"Well, maybe you need to speak with Giselle about that," she countered. "As it turns out, she doesn't like her husband going to bars all night when he should be spending time with his children."

"I'm not sure where you're getting your information from sweetheart, but it's wrong." He spat. "CAA is all about family values."

"I only tell it like it is," she quipped. "Now, as much as I love chatting, I have better things to be doing than get into petty discussions like this."

"I'm sure your clients would love to hear that you consider their well being petty," Klaus responded. "You haven't heard the last of this, believe me." He considered going another round with her but given he'd landed a healthy blow, he decided to leave it for now.

Carousel Bar – Hotel Monteleone, New Orleans, Monday PM

"It almost seems fitting that we're here," a melodic voice enquired, taking a seat at the revolving bar next to him. Klaus didn't need to look up from his gin to know who it belonged to.

"Why's that?"

"You know this is where we first met," she said, gesturing to the barman for a drink.

"Yes, and where we had our first fight…" he reminisced.

"And then we kissed and made-up," she grinned knowingly. "I think I still have the imprint from those bricks on my back."

"I don't recall you complaining," he smirked. "Then or when I ravaged you four times later in bed."

"Five times, actually," she recalled. "If only that pesky thing called time didn't get in our way, then who knows what could have been?"

"We've definitely made up for it since though, love," he grinned, running his hand along her silky thigh under the bar. She shivered involuntarily and Klaus loved that he still had that effect on her. He'd promised Caroline they'd never see each other again, but Klaus always did have an issue with following rules. He'd pursued her relentlessly and although she'd insisted it was only physical, it didn't take long for them to fall in love.

"That we have," she purred, leaning in closer, splaying her hands across his chest. "I didn't think anything could beat your performances in the bedroom until I saw your Oscar worthy one tonight."

"Why, thank you, sweetheart," he chuckled. "Do you think they bought it?"

"What, the fact that we, and in turn our companies, are at war over Tom Brady? Yes, I think that was made abundantly clear."

"Looks like our little plan is coming along nicely," he said squeezing her knee affectionately. "And Brady is only the tip of the iceberg; Drew Brees has confirmed his intentions and that's not to mention some other clients who are eager to come over to the new company."

"Ben Roethlisberger and Reggie Bush have indicated the same. If we manage to snare the Manning brothers we may just be unstoppable," she gloated. "I have to say this idea was inspired, I wasn't convinced six months ago but you were right."

"Well, why should we do all the hard work and let these big companies take our commissions when we can work for ourselves and take one hundred percent of our fee?" He baulked. "I think the results will definitely make up for all of the secrecy. Lexi will most probably kill me but hopefully she'll understand why I had to do it once I give her a handsome pay rise. Just think in just another few months we should be able to take Mikaelson Forbes public."

"Don't you mean Forbes Mikaelson?" She grinned, combing her hands through his curls.

"Don't push it, love" he growled, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his. "Now what do you say we get out of here, I happen to know a really good patch of wall down the street."

"I thought you'd never ask."