Bonnie and Clyde

"How about you put down the gun and we talk about this, love?"

"How about you get out of my way," she warned, cocking the revolver. "This is my job."

This wasn't the first time they'd met and Klaus had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. It seemed like she'd become an unwanted addition at every crime scene.

"And how do you figure that exactly, Forbes?" Klaus enquired. "Last time I checked this was a free country sweetheart and there is a bank around the corner waiting to be robbed and by a seasoned professional at that."

"Exactly! Which is why you need to stand aside, amateur."

Klaus was nothing of the sort. In fact, he was one of the most infamous and successful bank robbers in United States history and had managed to easily evade the FBI and local police for years.

He'd saved most of his money and had decided to rob a couple more before retiring to a tropical island for the rest of his life to live off his crime proceeds. What Klaus hadn't expected was to have some blonde, wannabe robber trying to mess with his plans. The only upside he'd decided was that she was especially good looking. Today was no exception, with her all black, fitted ensemble.

"Enough with the childish games," he chided. "It's not like you're going to shoot me or anything." Before he could move forward and wrestle the gun from her grasp, she pulled the trigger. Missing his ear by a few inches.

"You're bloody crazy, woman! You almost hit me."

"I did warn you, Mikaelson," she replied, cocking her left eyebrow. "I missed you on purpose but next time you won't be so lucky."

Klaus eyed his gun on the front seat of his car wishing he'd had the foresight to bring it with him during his stakeout. His little blonde friend seemed completely unmoved and the thought of missing out on this job wasn't an option. He needed to alter the plan, even if it meant working with the enemy.

"Okay," he conceded. "How about we compromise?"

"Says the unarmed idiot," she drawled. "I have no interest in sharing the proceeds."

"Look, love, we both know this is your first job," he said. Klaus had heard she'd had a falling out with her rich daddy and figured this was her chosen avenue to rebel. She may have looked the part but that didn't mean she had the nerve or the experience like he did, "How about we do this together?"

"Oh what, so you can show me the ropes?" she asked, her gun still trained on him. "I'm more than capable of robbing a bank."

"Fine," he murmured. "But just make sure you watch out for that third security guard."

"What third security guard," she shot back. "There's only two inside the bank. If this is some underhanded way of trying to…"

"It's not," he confessed.

"So, where is this hidden guard anyway?"

"On the roof," he offered, trying to gain her trust. "And when it comes to the vault you have to remember that the combination needs to be…."

"Alright, alright," she growled. "You can come along but we split the proceeds 80-20."

"Good luck with that vault then, love."

"Okay, 70-30."

"50-50," he bartered.

"Who has the gun?" She baulked. "60-40 and then I never want to see you again."

"I couldn't agree more, princess. Let's just do this and we never have to be in the same vicinity for the rest of our lives."

Turns out robbing the first bank had been so successful that it led to the second and then the third. Caroline Forbes and Klaus Mikaelson became the Bonnie and Clyde of their generation. Robbing banks by day and keeping each other warm at night.

One year later they retired to that tropical island and were married. During the simple beach ceremony, Caroline promised to keep her gun where he could see it while Klaus promised never to underestimate her shooting prowess.