Soooooooooo…I started something new. LOL! It's different for me considering that its an AH/AU (for now) fic with our favorite pairing. I won't say too much upfront, but I hope that you give it a chance and show it some love. I've been milling over this for over a month trying to decide if I should post, but I am stepping out on faith.

Disclaimer: The CW and those other people own the characters.

The abrupt ringing of her cellphone by her bedside table startled her awake. She blindly reached out from the warm and comfortable blanket and grabbed for the phone. "Hello," her voice filled with sleep whispered into the phone.

"Call from Mystic Falls County Jail, will you accept?"

She sat up. A call from jail? Who would be calling her? "Yes, I accept," she ran her hand through her chocolate tresses.

"Bonnie," his voice came through as clear as if he was lying in bed next to her.

"What do you want?"

"I…uh… need your help…I didn't do it," he rushed out.

"I don't care what you've gotten yourself into, but I'm not helping you out of it," Bonnie snapped, slamming down the phone and lying back down in bed forcefully.

"Baby, who was that?" the male voice next to her asked, wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her in closer.

"No one."

"Not a client?" he prodded.

"Nope."

"I could hear the operator, someone from jail was calling you…"

Bonnie rolled her eyes as she sat back up, removing herself from his embrace, "I'll be right back," she sighed getting out of bed heading towards the bathroom. The first step she took out of that bed, she knew…she was allowing herself to enter his world again and she wouldn't be the same.

Six Months Before…

Bonnie Bennett sat fiddling with her phone at Pietro's Italian Bistro. It was a swanky Italian restaurant that just opened up in the downtown area of Mystic Falls, VA and she was trying to calm her nerves. Her perfectly manicured finger swiped back and forth on the dating app that one of her best friends installed on her iPhone. The laughter and light conversation at Pietro's didn't exactly have the calming effect that she needed. The Pinot Noir that she had when she first showed up, made a small dent in her nervousness—she was still fighting the uneasiness she felt by being in this place under these circumstances.

Her ex had called to say he was stopping by to get the last of his stuff that she hadn't burned on the balcony of their condo and she realized that she had to stay out until at least 9, when she was sure he was gone. She never wanted to see that mistake again. Her friends told her that the best way to get over one relationship was to dive into another. She wasn't sure of that advice, but after three months she was open to hearing someone tell her she was pretty and fawn over her, even if it was just for a couple of hours.

She focused on his dating profile for a few moments. He was ruggedly handsome, olive skinned which was slightly tanned, raven colored haired and some scruff, he was tall…slim build…but the most intriguing thing about him was his crystal blue eyes. It was as if those eyes stared right through her. Before she went to sleep she stared at his picture for far too long and it resulted in a dream that woke her up reaching for 'Pierre' that she kept in the drawer by her bed. It had been far too long and it was almost embarrassing.

His name was Damon S. and he was a pilot for one of the major US airlines. He traveled a lot and was only in town for a couple of days, which was perfect. She could have a good dinner, relax, laugh, flirt and maybe even get a kiss that would tide her over until she decided to seriously date. He looked like an amazing kisser and she wouldn't fool herself into thinking that he would be around after this night and that was fine with her.

She checked her face in her compact mirror. Her make up was amazing, her lips were perfect in the new Poison Kiss shade that she picked up at her favorite store. It went perfect with the strapless black dress that she wore under her blazer at work. She felt good and she looked good, so there was nothing that could go wrong with this night.

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Damon Salvatore stepped out of his Camaro convertible outside of Pietro's. He could see the people on the street crane their necks to check out his car. He enjoyed making people envious and they definitely were. The valet jogged over to him, "Just dinner?" the valet asked.

Damon smirked, "Not if I'm lucky," he winked as the valet gave him a goofy grin before hopping in the car and Damon headed into the restaurant. The reservations were for 8, but he arrived ten minutes late. He had a plan. He peered into the restaurant and spotted her by the bar. She was sitting there nursing a glass of red wine glancing at her phone. She was definitely one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her pecan colored skin glowed and her wavy brown hair did a good job of framing her face and even though she appeared to be petite, she had some legs on her. He smirked, this wouldn't be as bad as he previously thought. On paper, Bonnie Bennett seemed like she would be a chore—but this woman, sitting at this bar was more like a pleasurable experience. He popped a mint in his mouth and headed over to where she sipped her wine.

"So how behind am I?" Damon asked standing in front of her.

She jumped a little and he noticed her boobs, they were small, perky but appeared to be a handful, "Oh…wow…umm…this is only my second one," she stated placing the glass down.

"I see, well I hope that I will have the opportunity to buy you another," he casually leaned against the bar.

"Maybe," she smiled.

"Oooh…" he held out his hand as she took it, sliding off of the stool. Damon reached into his jacket pocket and removed his wallet, "I will settle your tab."

Bonnie raised her eyebrow.

"It's the least I can do, since I was late," he smiled down at her. He could see something flicker in her emerald eyes; he wasn't sure what it meant exactly, but he was willing to press a little further to figure it out.

"Ok, if you insist," she smiled allowing her tongue to peek out a little.

Damon stared down at her tongue. He wondered what else she could do with that tongue. He slid his credit card over to the bartender and glanced at the bill…3 glasses of wine…this would be interesting, he thought to himself as he watched her walk towards the hostess stand and he tilted his head to the side checking out her nice, round booty. He licked his lips quickly as he followed behind her.

They were seated at a small table in the corner of the restaurant. It was a little secluded, which gave it a romantic feel. He could tell by the way she looked around that she was a little nervous. The three glasses of wine should have relaxed her a bit, but she still appeared to be a little uptight. He would have to work a little harder.

"So…I was kind of surprised that you would be free tonight after such short notice, it's always hard for me to actually date with my schedule," Damon studied her as she looked around the restaurant.

"Well I thought I should be a little spontaneous?" she gave him a wry smile with a shrug.

"Hmm…being a teacher must keep you busy?" he asked as the waiter poured glasses of water for them both and they took time to order drinks and their meals.

"It keeps me busy enough, that's why my friends thought that a dating app would be perfect for me," Bonnie rolled her eyes, almost embarrassed to admit it.

"Same here, when you're not exactly stationary anywhere—it's hard to meet people."

"A pilot…it sounds a little exciting. I mean, I know that I couldn't do it—I like some kind of stability, but traveling the world…seeing all it has to offer, that has to be a job that never bores you."

Damon shrugged, "It was exciting for awhile, but sometimes it does bother me that I don't really have a home—you know. I live in New York, but its not really a home."

"I guess I understand. You ever think of settling down?"

"Are you proposing to me already?" Damon raised a flirty eyebrow.

Bonnie chuckled, shaking her head and that's when he noticed the specks of gold that flickered in her green eyes, "No, what I meant is do you ever think of taking a regular 9 to 5."

"Where's the fun in that…flying in a plane gives you a different kind of freedom."

"I'm not really a flyer," Bonnie shook her head, "so I will take your word for it."

"So if I asked you to come up in the air with me, you wouldn't?" Damon leaned forward with his eyes twinkling.

Bonnie felt a familiar tingle between her legs at the mere look in his eyes, "Maybe…maybe not," she teased.

"So Bonnie Bennett, tell me about yourself…are you from Mystic Falls?" he asked sitting back allowing Bonnie to catch her breath and try to shake off the fact that his body was tempting her.

She sipped her wine, "Born and Raised"

"So you didn't stray from home much, did you?" Damon sat back amused.

"No, not much."

"I see…so are you an only child…youngest child…"

"Only child, my father is an attorney in DC and my mom is a high school teacher here in Mystic Falls, they divorced when I was young."

"So your mother's a teacher, did that influence your decision at all?"

"Maybe? I guess…I don't know, for as long as I can remember she drilled into my head that education was the most important thing a person could possess."

"Nice," Damon sipped his glass of bourbon, "so tell me why someone as beautiful and smart as you…" he leaned over and gently took her hand in his, "is single?"

"Funny," she removed her hand from his, "I could ask you the same question."

He sat back and chuckled, "Not many people are interested in dealing with the lifestyle that I have."

"Ahh…so you're just a playboy?" she gave him a smile raising her eyebrow.

"That's not what I would call it…are you a playgirl?"

Her eyes danced before she sighed, "No, I'm not," she took another sip of her wine, "actually, I was in a relationship for 3 years, we recently broke up and it was a bad break. I'm just getting out here because I want to go out to dinner with someone of the opposite sex, have some good conversation and maybe make a new friend."

"A new friend that you could possibly see again?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Possibly," she winked as she slowly traced her finger around the rim of the glass.

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"Soo…" Damon helped Bonnie with her blazer as they walked towards the exit for the restaurant, "did you valet your car?"

"No, I parked in the garage about two blocks away," she held onto her purse as Damon handed the valet his ticket. The date actually went pretty well. Damon had an interesting sense of humor, he was smart…a little arrogant…but still easy going enough that it wasn't oft putting. It had been a long time since she laughed so purely with someone. The fact that he would be gone in a couple of days was perfect. She didn't have enough time to get attached and that was exactly what she needed. The last thing she wanted was to get attached to another man, who could if she thought long enough about it—break her heart.

"So how do you think you're getting back to your car?" Damon asked peering down at her.

"It's only two blocks, I can walk it. I've walked it plenty of times," she lifted her purse onto her shoulder.

Damon reached down and took her hand, "Not after a date with me, you haven't."

She shook her head, "I'll be fine."

"I promise that I will be a gentleman," he held up his hands in mock innocence.

The doubtful smirk she gave him told him that he needed to be a little more persuasive, "Above all else, I'm a gentleman Bonnie…please, let me take you to your car."

As if on cue, Damon's Camaro came roaring around the corner and Bonnie glanced over to see the sleek silver car stop in front of them. Damon looked down at her and wiggled his eyebrow. Bonnie looked up at him and with a playful smile nodding.

He grinned walking over to the passenger side, opening it for her and watching as she slid inside.

Driving away from the restaurant, Damon drove slowly through the streets towards the garage where Bonnie parked. He glanced over at her a few times as she looked out of the window, "You thought I would drive faster?" he asked.

"No, I'm not surprised that you're pretending to be a nice safe driver right now," she turned to him.

"Oh and why is that?"

"Because you are trying to make a good impression."

"I thought I did that at dinner. I made you almost snort out your pinot noir."

Bonnie laughed, "You did, I mean you brought up the whole woman trying to get you to be a part of the mile-high club in the cockpit, she was willing to die for some dick."

"Well…don't knock it until you try it," he glanced over.

Immediately Bonnie felt the heat in the car turn up and she quickly looked out the window. Her mind was starting to race. This date was quickly becoming something that she hadn't expected it to.

"Where did you park?" Damon asked.

"Umm…the 2nd level."

"Ok, I will park right here and go up there with you," he offered.

"You don't really have to…"

"I have to," Damon stated before turning the car off and jumping out heading over to her side.

He watched as she smiled taking his hand. He wasn't expecting it, but he felt something when she touched him. It was almost a warmness that came over him—like a familiarity that he hadn't expected. He guided her by the small of her back towards the elevators leading towards the garage. As soon as he touched her back, she felt herself shiver a little. His touch did something to her. She was almost embarrassed to admit it to herself. They stepped on the elevators and Bonnie pressed the button as the doors closed. Damon looked down at her as he moved closer, "I can't believe you parked this far from the restaurant, what if I wasn't the perfect gentleman and didn't accompany you?"

She wasn't completely convinced that he couldn't hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest as he closed the space between them by placing his arm on the elevator wall behind her. The sound of the elevator door opening startled her. He followed her off of the elevator as they headed towards her car, "Wow that is a rather expensive car for a school teacher," Damon whistled touching her Mercedes Benz.

"Gift from Daddy," she shrugged.

"Well…" Damon looked around, "I guess this is it. Good date…I hope that we can do this again…"

Bonnie felt a warmness come over her as she looked up into his eyes. She was convinced that without his mouth saying a word, he was seducing her with those eyes, "Maybe we can…" she smiled.

The smile that spread across his face at that moment was genuine, he wanted to see her again. She was funny, intelligent and gorgeous…he would see her again, but not in the way he wanted to. He would have to make the most of this moment and that's why, he went for it.

She saw his face moving closer to hers and there was a moment when her breath hitched, before his lips met hers and he brought her into a kiss. Their lips danced for a few moments, exploring the new territory that they had just entered. He pulled her closer to him, with their torsos touching and she could feel his erection against her midsection. It instantly made her wet. Their kisses became more frenzied as he backed her up into the front of her car. Their hands explored each other's bodies through the fabric of clothing that separated them. Damon lifted her up on the car hood with one swoop and rested his body in between her legs as he sucked her neck and he heard her moans driving him to go further and do more. The heavy breathing and the feeling of his hands on her legs, threatened to send Bonnie over the edge, but when she opened her eyes—she remembered they were in a parking lot…which parking lot they were in and why this needed to stop.

"Da…Da…Damon…we can't," she panted.

"Why can't we?" he whispered as he massaged her breasts while kissing her neck.

"We're outside…in public…" she whispered.

"I have a hotel room. That's private," he stared back at her.

She didn't know what to say exactly as she looked at him. He was between her legs, she could feel what he had to offer and she couldn't deny that she wanted him. Her curiosity about what he had to offer and the fact that after 3 months, she was horny quieted the voice in her head telling her to get in her car and leave.

"Just one night…that's all we need here," Damon whispered in her ear.

"What hotel?" she answered.

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Her petite frame slammed against the wall of one of the suites in the Warwick Hotel as he devoured her body with his mouth. After divesting her body of the thin fabric separating him from the sweet nectar he knew awaited him, he lifted her up and licked her center, which immediately sent her into shakes. She braced herself up against the wall as he licked and sucked, driving her crazy with each movement. When he finally lowered her down to the floor, she took charge and found herself ripping his shirt open. She wasn't sure where the strength came from and she didn't care. The buttons on his shirt went everywhere as he picked her up and walked them over to the bed. She pulled her dress over her head as he slid his pants down his legs and removed his boxer briefs. Bonnie's eyes widened a tad at the first look at him and he smiled cockily at her, "Don't be too flattered," she smirked.

"Right," he stated lowering her down on the bed.

She braced herself as he slowly entered her. There was an intake of breath as she felt her body adjusting to him. As he began to move inside of her, she held onto him…there was a part of her that couldn't believe this one-night stand was actually happening, "You feel so good," he whispered in her ear, "addictive."

"Well…oh my god…" she muttered as he did some kind of move on her that hit a spot she didn't know existed and there was nothing else she could say. There was one thing about this night…she wouldn't regret any of it, this felt damn good.

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"Soooo…" Damon twirled one of Bonnie's strands of hair around his finger as they lie in bed, "did you expect that to happen?"

"No…definitely not."

"Do you regret that it happened?"

"I can't say I do. I've never…" she began, but then stopped.

"You've never what?" Damon asked looking down at her.

"I never had a one-night stand before," she stated and immediately felt like a naïve inexperienced girl.

"Who says this is a one-night stand?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Ok…ok…but this was…different…"

"Why because I'm so amazing," Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"Actually, you're not at all what I thought you would be and that's a good thing. I enjoyed your company tonight Bonnie."

"Yours too Damon," she answered as they closed the space between them with a kiss, "so when do you have to leave town?" she asked breaking away for a moment.

"That doesn't matter right now," he whispered covering her body with his.

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Damon lay in bed with his arm wrapped around Bonnie Bennett. This little date that he set out on just became a tad bit more complicated. He intended on going to dinner, finding out things about Bonnie that her picture and bios didn't tell him and use it later—however, when she actually appeared to be funny, intelligent and sexy, it destroyed his plan. Maybe it was the fact that he was very attracted to her and he was never one to let an attractive woman pass him by. He had a feeling that he would end up regretting this night with Bonnie, but the fact that they were able to connect the way they did on this night and at this time would be something that he would definitely remember.

"Mmm…what time is it?" Bonnie asked sleepily.

"7…"

Her eyes snapped open, "In the morning?"

"Yessssss…"

"Oh my god…I have to go!" she jumped out of the bed and starting looking for her clothes that were strewn on the floor.

"Somewhere to go…class to teach?" he smirked.

"Class to teach…?" she stated as if it was foreign to her.

"High school…remember…your job?" he jogged her memory.

"Oh right…yes…and I have about an hour to get home, get dressed and get to the school. Thank you for a great night," she slipped on her dress.

"The pleasure was all mine," Damon grinned as she picked up her purse.

"Umm…well…how about I call you later?"

"Sure…I know we will see each other again."

Bonnie smiled as she rushed out of the hotel room.

"Oh yes…we will see each other again," Damon reached over for his cell phone and looked at the professional headshot of Bonnie Bennett on the website he had saved in his favorites, "Miss Bonnie Bennett, Esq."

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Bonnie flew into her apartment. She only had 45 minutes to shower and get to the office. She could kick herself for falling into bed with Damon after a good date, some good wine and some interesting conversation—however, she couldn't deny that the way her body buzzed when she even thought about what happened between them.

"Home?" a voice came from the kitchen area and she almost jumped out of skin, "I stayed here so we could talk and imagine my surprise when you didn't come home last night at all."

"Kol, I thought you were coming to get your stuff and then leaving," she headed towards her bedroom and she felt him on her heels.

"Like I said, I thought that we could talk. However, when you didn't come home the later it got…I got worried. I called you, but then I realized you blocked my phone number."

"That should be a clue, right?" she asked looking in her closet for a suit to wear, "you need to get out, I need to get dressed for work."

"Moving on already huh?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. He would not do this to her, not today, "Kol, we broke up after you decided to sleep with your partner and lie about it. We have nothing else to discuss…ever. I gave you back your ring, I burned every stitch of clothes I could find at the time and I blocked your number. I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk to you, leave me the hell alone!" she exploded.

Kol moved closer to her as she stared him down, "I fucked up, I know that. But I love you and I know we can start over," he gave her the puppy dog eyes that she could never resist…until today.

"Kol, please…go…I need to get ready. I'm starting a new case today."

"Of course you are," he stated shaking his head and walking away from her.

Bonnie heard the door slam as she turned on the shower.

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"You're late," Tyler Lockwood deadpanned as Bonnie stepped off of the elevator.

"I know, but we won't be called in until 10:15, I know this judge," she replied walking to a bench to take a seat.

"You know when I hired your law firm, I was assured that you were the best," Tyler sat down next to her, "and so far…"

"So far, I have done a hell of a job for you despite your obvious shortcomings as a husband," she cut his eyes at him. She was in a mood. Walking into her apartment after a pretty good night with a man that she would more than likely see again to a jealous and annoying Kol had ruined her day.

"I'm sorry, I just want this over and the fact that we are being dragged into court today tells me that this is going to delay the divorce even more."

"Well there is a rumor that your wife may have changed counsel."

Tyler sighed loudly, "Of course she did."

"Well she's trying to win and with me on your team and that other guy on hers, she had no chance in hell. Come on, let's go in," Bonnie stood up.

The Lockwood v. Lockwood divorce was a messy one. Tyler had been caught with his pants down around his ankles with his secretary by his wife, Olivia and she was definitely pissed. She made it clear that she was after at least 50% of his fortune and being that Tyler was a millionaire, he had a lot to lose. He had retained Bonnie's firm and she was put on the case. Bonnie was one of the lead attorneys in the Domestic Relations Unit of Briddle, Asher and Fant, LLC and this case would solidify her path to partner if she could do the impossible and get Tyler out of this marriage with all of his money and leave Olivia with none. It would not be easy, but she was definitely willing to fight tooth and nail to get Tyler this win—despite the fact that he was an asshole that she barely liked.

They entered the courtroom and she noticed that Olivia was sitting at a table alone without her new attorney. She guided Tyler to the opposing table and they took their seats.

"Mrs. Lockwood, will your attorney be arriving soon?" the court clerk asked from her desk.

"Yes, he will be here soon. He just arrived in town last night," Olivia stated.

"Needed to bring in another reinforcement, huh Liv," Tyler called over with a cocky grin.

"He's going to bury you," Olivia snapped.

"Oh really, I doubt it…you can't af…" Tyler began, but Bonnie quickly silenced him.

"Don't say another word," she stated through her clenched teeth.

"Please stand, the Honorable Richard Johnson presiding," the church clerk called out as Bonnie rose from her seat along with Tyler.

She noticed Olivia stealing glances at the courtroom door.

"You may be seated," Judge Johnson announced with his booming baritone voice.

Bonnie took a seat next to Tyler.

"Miss Bennett, nice to see you," Judge Johnson leered at her from the stand.

"It's a great day to see you as well, your honor," she answered almost automatically.

He then turned to Olivia with her long blond haired tied back into a ponytail and her rather conservative clothing, Bonnie noted. Someone had been influencing her for sure.

"Miss Lockwood, your attorney called this special hearing…where is he?"

"Umm…your honor, he will be here soon," Olivia stood up nervously.

"Actually, I apologize to the court…I am here, I had some trouble at security," a deep voice said from the back sending shivers down Bonnie's spine.

She heard that voice before…You feel so good. She gripped her pen, "Please…please…please," she prayed with her eyes closed.

"Uh, huh and you are?" Judge Johnson asked.

"Damon Salvatore, Esq. for the petitioner."

Bonnie's blood ran cold as she turned around to see the man that she spent the previous night with dressed in a tailored, navy blue suit with those eyes twinkling. He turned to look at her and smiled, "I apologize to your honor as well as opposing counsel for my tardiness," he winked over at Bonnie and she was pretty sure…that this moment right in front of her was the 2nd time in a couple of months that she contemplated committing murder.

Soo this is only the beginning…

What does Damon need Bonnie for? What didn't he do?

Those two had chemistry on the first night they met, but with secret identities and what not—they may be over before they begin.

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