"I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me," Rebekah whined as she met Klaus out in the backyard. "You know how I love to set things on fire.

"Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot?" Klaus dusted his hands, aiming to walk back inside. Caroline was observing them from the window in her bedroom.

"Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless little wolf who's pregnant with my child."

Rebekah crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. Caroline's face echoed her emotion. "Oh, I am so moved by your newfound sense of fatherly duties towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven."

"The werewolf would like to know what the plan is," Hayley asked as the siblings came inside.

"Well, that depends what plan you mean, love," Klaus flashed her a teasing smile. "My plan for global domination, or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world."

Rebekah, annoyed with her brother's jests, took a pencil from the desk beside her and threw it in Klaus' direction. Of course, Klaus caught it easily before it could impale his face.

"The plan to rescue Elijah," Caroline reminded them as she came downstairs to join Bonnie in the kitchen. Leave it to a witch to know how to brew the best food.

"You know, the good brother. The one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back," Hayley added.

"In the front, if we're being specific."

"You two said that you would get him back. So is there a plan, or what?" Hayley asked, ready to make one herself if Elijah's siblings didn't have one.

"Okay. Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy-" Klaus started as he found himself a seat, "-he's my friend, albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend nonetheless. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenaged witch, I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly, sister, please."

"And thirdly," Rebekah smiled, "the plan, as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back."

"That's... that's not the whole plan, is it?" Bonnie asked, amused at the simple plan made by the most villainous people she knew.

"Oh please," Rebekah scoffed at her, "Klaus may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical."

"And that's only the Plan A, love. There's always a Plan B," Klaus added, his devious smile suggesting he had a preference.

"And what's Plan B?" Caroline asked, sitting on his armrest with a plate of food.

Klaus stole a bit off her plate and popped it in his mouth. "War."

"Boring," Caroline got off, unamused by Klaus's singular answer for everything. "Actually, I think I'm gonna go have some fun. Bonnie, let's go."

Klaus was in front of her as she collected her friend. "Where do you think you're going?"

Caroline pushed him. Hayley watched with interest; it wasn't always that Klaus Mikaelson got pushed around.

"Out! Hello? We're in New Orleans, and I am not sitting locked up in a tower. If you need us, we'll be around," she sarcastically smirked at him and dragged Bonnie to the door.

Klaus sighed. "Rebekah," he said, with a resigned tone.

"Wha?" Rebekah started to complain. "The little brat isn't even born yet and I'm on babysitting duty. It's going to cost you, you know."

"Don't I ever," Klaus smiled as she passed him.

"Whatever. I have plans in town anyway. Don't go too far," Rebekah warned the Mystic girls and drove them downtown.

"You, come with me," Rebekah directed Bonnie.

"Yes, ma'am?" Bonnie crossed her arms.

Rebekah sighed and began walking. "Before the wolf girl was attacked, she made a stop somewhere here. To get her... tonic. See where she might've gone?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes and followed along. She had no interest in fighting with Originals, and was worried about keeping her best friend safe. As they walked, she spotted a peculiar shop with all the signs of witchy brewery.

"That one, there," Bonnie pointed out.

"Well done," Rebekah smiled. "Come on, then."

The two ladies helped themselves into the shop, the bell alerting their arrival. A woman entered from the other side, carrying a box of things.

"We don't get many outsiders," she said, recognizing Bonnie.

Bonnie shrugged. "Spring break. Thought I'd stop in for refueling."

Rebekah strayed behind, touching everything she came across.

"That's filled with marigold," the woman pointed out the necklace she was pushing aside. "Great for attracting the opposite sex. It would look awesome on you."

"I very seriously doubt that," Rebekah scoffed at the tacky jewelry. "Do you have any others, one with, say—I don't know—wolfsbane, perhaps?"

She could sense the woman tense up. "Wolfsbane? Why would you want that?"

Finally at the end of her patience, Rebekah ran at the shop owner, and held her up by the neck.

"Please do not play dumb with me," Rebekah warned, slamming her down on a table.

"Rebekah!" A new woman ran into the store.

"I just sold a werewolf some herbs. That's all," the other witch revealed.

"Are you lying to me, Katie? I suggest you answer my question honestly."

Katie looked to the new comer for assistance. "Sophie," she choked.

"Just answer the question, Katie, please," Sophie begged.

"Yes. I told someone, but you don't understand. I—I love him," Katie desperately revealed.

Rebekah threw Katie down onto the floor violently, placing the heel of her stiletto directly over Katie's throat threateningly.

"And tell me, who is this vampire Romeo of yours? Shall I count to three?"

While Rebekah did her sleuthing, Bonnie actually did do some shopping, gathering supplies for spells that could help Caroline.

Caroline, meanwhile, was still out perusing the streets on New Orleans. After seemingly walking through half the place, she picked up the fact that there was going to be a party tonight, a masquerade no less. When Bonnie exited the witch shop, Caroline spotted her and sped over.

"Guess where we're going tonight?"

"Mardi gras?" Bonnie shrugged.

"A masquerade!" Caroline squealed.

"Are you out of your mind? No way," Sophie Deveraux argued as she was accosted in the Mikaelson living room.

"It's very simple. We need you to perform a teeny, tiny locator spell to help us find our brother."

"Witches who practice magic in this town get caught, and they get... killed," Sophie eyed the foreign witch.

"Yes, about that. It seems you left out a crucial detail when we made our deal—" Klaus took a seat, "Marcel's secret weapon, the way he knows when a witch is using magic."

"Girl about yay high, cute as a button, anger issues."

"Davina?" Sophie asked, shocked. "Where have you seen her?"

"I don't know," Rebekah unwillingly revealed. "The little brat erased my memory right after she threw me out a window with her bloody mind."

"Let me cut to the chase. Davina has Elijah. You witches, I assume, want to get Davina away from Marcel. We don't know where she is. Ergo, we need magic."

"Davina would sense it."

"We could use a cloaking spell," Bonnie offered.

"And, of course, another witch—say, a traitor to the cause, Katie for example—was to perform much more powerful magic at the same time. That would create a smokescreen, concealing your very small spell from Davina."

"And when's all this going to take place?"

"During the ball, of course."