Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Dangerous Minds- Chapter Twenty-Eight

Elijah

"Annie Salvatore" I introduce myself to her, watching her lean into me while she whispers into my ear softly. "Let's not pretend we don't know each other, Agent Mikaelson. I know why you're here. The girl's alive and you are trying to kiss my ass to save your own." She tells me, smiling as she leans back and places her hand over mine. "Agent Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson. It's a pleasure gentlemen. Come in, please make yourselves at home, boys. The event for tonight will start in a few minutes and trust me, it's going to be unforgettable."

Walking past her and into the living room where a slew of people have gathered to hear all about Annie Salvatore's charitable donations and the new one she's supposed to be announcing tonight. I give my first instruction to Damon through a small microphone that's tucked away in my jacket sleeve. "Stay out of sight, look anywhere you can for evidence and if she sees you're here tonight, pretend like Bonnie dragged you here for some fun. I don't want her even knowing the real reason as to why we're here. She can't be on to us at all, Damon. Tell your brother and Elena to do the same thing, until I give my go ahead. Stay in your positions. As far as I know, she only thinks myself and Klaus are here to keep the peace."

I can feel Klaus's hand on my shoulder as he suddenly pulls me aside and out of Annie's view. "Is everyone in their positions?" He asks me as I nod my head. "Kol and Katherine are parked down the street, doing surveillance from the van. Damon and you should head outside until she finishes her speech, that's when we move in. Elena and Stefan are hidden in one of the guest rooms. Yeah, everyone knows where to go since we got the blueprints and pictures of the house from Damon, weeks ago. Also, I'm just thankful that their father isn't here. It's just Annie and a lot of her supporters here tonight. Pervious donors, new ones that she's trying to impress with the Salvatore's money and their brand new mansion."

He nods, licking his bottom lip as he looks out into the living room that's just one huge open space with caterers walking around in white coats and nicely dressed people standing around drinking from the open bar, chatting with one another. A small stage is set up in the right hand corner of the room with a microphone and two oversized speakers. "When she gets up on the stage and begins wrapping up her speech to all of these people. That's when we move in." I command them all.

Klaus gives me a worrisome look, shaking his head in disagreement. "I think we should wait to get her alone. What if we haven't found any evidence by the time she's done, Elijah? We can't just arrest her without just cause."

Scoffing, I laugh a little. If there's one thing I know about my team of agents is this. When faced with a time crunch and with trying their hardest to find evidence that may or may not exist. They never leave any stone untouched and they always produce the best results. "Have a little faith, Klaus. Because I sure as hell do. We're leaving this house today with Annie Salvatore in a pair of handcuffs. Whether she likes it or not." I wink at my brother, excusing myself to go mingle with the crowd and make things look as normal as possible.

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Damon

We've been here for over an hour and I've managed to surprisingly go undetected by my stepmother. Making my way into her office, my heart is racing as my hand turns the doorknob. God knows what I'll be finding in here. The place is spotless, a desk in the corner near a window and a few plants are in another corner of the room. It's a small place. Closing the door behind me, I exhale heavily. Maybe I won't find anything as I walk towards the desk and begin rummaging through the drawers. That's when I notice it, a key in the first drawer and just as my hand goes for the last drawer at the bottom of the desk, I notice that it's locked.

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