Petrichor - e.mikaelson

11

"Hey Ric," Frankie greeted her brother, pulling the door to the apartment open and seeing him standing before her, looking particularly disheveled, "You look tired, your new girl Meredith keeping you up?"

Rolling his eyes at how similar she could be to Damon, Alaric passed her one of the cups of coffee he'd brought as he entered, "I did whiskey dial her at 2am," Frankie let out a splutter of laughter at this before pursing her lips and motioning for him to continue, "but no, I'm here to do an inventory on my weapons."

"Any particular reason you're counting your toys?" she teased, following him though the apartment as she gratefully sipped her coffee.

"Someone was murdered a few nights ago, and it was one of the Gilbert weapons that was used. I'm doing inventory to see if any others are missing."

If someone had been killed with a Gilbert weapon why did her brother need to check his own inventory? The only people who'd been here were themselves and occasionally his new girlfriend, shouldn't he be looking into who accessed their weapons instead?

"No one could've gotten to your weapons without you or me noticing though," she said after a moment, confused.

"Damon thinks Meredith could've had access," he said, rolling his eyes at the expression that passed across her face, "I know, I know."

"Shit Ric, you really know how to pick 'em."

Alaric groaned as he pushed her away, opening his mouth to reply when her phone rung and she held up a finger to him, pulling it to her ear while groaning down the line as she saw who was ringing her.

"Frankie, love," Klaus drawled down the phone line as he strolled lazily through his living room, "as penance for you sending my eight phone calls to voicemail yesterday, you're coming to dinner tonight. I have a surprise for you."

Frankie laughed in amusement, she knew exactly what the surprise was, he'd been at her doorstep the night before, exactly the reason why she'd screened Klaus' calls but she was entertained by his invitation, curious to see if there was anything more behind it. Not to mention, she did enjoy stringing Klaus along when he was attempting to be mischievous.

"And what's for dinner tonight, I'm fairly sure I'm unavailable. Bustling social life, friends who aren't compelled to spend time with me, you wouldn't know of course but it's rather enticing having a social life free of assassination attempts."

Klaus scoffed in annoyance, if he'd been in front of her he'd have narrowed his eyes and stepped forwards threateningly but restricted to audio only, a scoff was the next best thing.

"The Salvatores are coming around for a peace talk," Klaus explained, "they have something still that belongs to me."

"The Salvatores," she mused, "just the Salvatores?"

"There will be other company."

"You undaggered Rebekah finally," she cheered, enjoying the glower of frustration she could picture Klaus pulling at her difficulty, she knew full well Elijah was who Klaus was skirting around and she wasn't going to make it easy for him.