I was sitting in my room when I noticed Uncle Damon packing.

"Where are you going?" I asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it," he told me and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Just tell me."

"I'm taking Elena to Chicago to try and get her boyfriend back."

"I'll pack a bag."

"No, because you're not coming," he told me.

"You're not my dad and you can't stop me," I told him.

"You're my niece and I'm your guardian so technically I can."

"I'm legally an adult, Uncle Damon. I can do what I want."

"You're still in high school."

"So is Elena." He just gave me a look. "You just want her with you cause you're feeling guilty for loving your brother's girlfriend."

"You need to learn when to stand down Danelle." He glared at me, but I didn't back down.

"If you're going to try and get Uncle Stefan you might need me to help with Klaus." He gave me a confused look before it finally dawned on him.

"He wanted something with you," he remembered and I nodded. "Whatever he wants with you probably wasn't good."

"But it might get us Uncle Stefan back, or at least distract him long enough for Elena to do what she needs to do," I pointed out.

"Pack light."

I was sitting in the backseat of Damon's car with Elena in front of me staring out the window next to her.

"I sure hope we find him, 'cause it would suck if the last memento of Stefan was that crappy old necklace," Uncle Damon said trying to lighten the mood a bit and I watched Elena's hand move, most likely to touch her necklace.

"It's an antique, Damon. Like you," Elena insulted.

"Dani, hand me the book I gave you." I stared at the book on the seat next to me before handing it to Uncle Damon. He held it out to Elena. "Read this. Paints a pretty little picture of Stefan's first experience in Chicago."

"It's Stefan's diary. I'm not going to invade his private thoughts," Elena told him.

"You need to be prepared for what you're about to see," Uncle Damon warned and I began to worry about what kind of Stefan we would find.

"I've seen Stefan in his darkest periods. I can handle it." I could almost feel Uncle Damon roll his eyes before he opened the diary and placed it in front of the steering wheel.

"Here's one. March 12, 1922. "I've blacked out days. I wake up in strangers' blood. In places I don't recognize. With women I don't remember."" Uncle Damon looked at Elena dramatically. "Ahh! I'm shocked! Stefan's not a virgin?" Elena took the diary from Uncle Damon's hands quickly.

"Eyes on the road, grandma."

"Fine. Back to my game. Tell me if you see a Florida plate," Uncle Damon told me.

"I'm not enabling this," I told him and he turned to give me a look before turning his eyes back to the road.

After what felt like forever, we arrived at an apartment in Chicago and went up to a room.

"Stefan could live anywhere in Chicago and he chose this?" Elena asked looking around.

"There used to be an all-girls high school around the corner, but it shut down for attendance issues. Weird," Uncle Damon told us and I gave him a look. It was like he was trying to convince Elena to give up completely. But given what taste of Uncle Stefan as a Ripper we saw near the beginning of school, I admit I was getting more than a little nervous.

"If you're trying to scare me into giving up and going back, it's not going to work," Elena warned. Good to know one of us was brave enough to stick around. Uncle Damon put his index finger to his lips telling us to keep quiet.

"Shh." He broke the lock and opened the door. "Here we are. Stefan's second personality home." We walked in and looked around. Everything was still extremely dusty and disgusting. It was obvious no one had been here in years, if not decades.

"He obviously hasn't been here," Elena pointed out.

"If anyone is smart, no one has been here since Uncle Stefan was last in Chicago," I added and Elena gave me a nudge and a look.

"Tour is not over yet." Uncle Damon went towards a wall shelf panel next to the fridge and put his hand on the edge of the panel before pulling it open. The panel swiveled open to reveal a dark back room. Uncle Damon motioned to it, walked inside, and pulled a light cord. The shelves here covered in old alcohol bottles against the back wall.

"Stefan hid his alcohol. What a monster," Elena sarcastically scolded.

"During prohibition too. What kind of creep does that?" I added bringing a light smile to Elena's face.

"Look harder." I nervously swallowed before going inside the hidden nook to see a list of names, starting with Giuseppe Salvatore.

"It's a list of names."

"Mm-hmm."

"These are his victims," I said breathly. The names were in three columns and it looked like there were more than a hundred.

"Still handling it?" Uncle Damon asked us.

"What were you doing in the 1920s? Paving the way for women's liberation?" Elena accused.

"I was around. Chicago's a big city. Stefan was a cocky ripper douche. But I could avoid him and still indulge in a few Daisy Buchanans of my own," Damon told her and she gave him a disgusted look before he started walking away from us.

"Where are you going?"

"His old stomping ground."

"We're coming with you," Elena insisted grabbing my arm and pulling me with her behind him.

"No. You two stay here and whip up an actual plan. I'll come back when I find him," Uncle Damon told her before walking out the door. I went back to the hidden room to stare at the wall as Elena went back to Uncle Stefan's diary.

A few hours later, Elena and I were both doing our own thing when we suddenly heard very familiar voices outside. I quickly grabbed Elena's arm and pulled her to the back room and closed the door doing my best to hide Elena behind me closer to the list. We jumped when we heard the door being kicked in.

"What a charming little homestead. Do you feel that? Is anybody here?" We heard Klaus call out.

"It's been vacant for decades. People must break in all the time. Why'd you bring me here?" Uncle Stefan asked him.

"Your friend, Liam Grant, the one who drank his wife's blood...I never could figure out why you wanted his name. And then you told me your little secret. It was all part of your special little ritual," Klaus said and I paled as Elena and I looked towards the list and see Liam Grant's name. I chose the wrong spot to hide.

"To write it down."

"And relive the kill...over and over again." The hidden door opened and I pushed Elena back a little more in fear. "You believe me now?" Uncle Stefan entered the back room and stared at the two of us in shock. The three of us all stare at each other before Uncle Stefan called out to Klaus.

"Look what I found." I gripped Elena's hand in mine tightly before Uncle Stefan grabbed a bottle and left the small room. "1918. Single malt." I could just barely see Uncle Stefan's back as he spoke with Klaus.

"My favorite. Let's go and find someone to pair it with." The hidden door was closed and I waited for a long while before finally breathing a large sigh of relief.

"He can't be all gone if he protected us," Elena said with hope lightening every word.

"Or he could be playing a long game," I pointed out. "We have no idea what he's been doing all summer except being Klaus' little lackey."

"That's not who he is and you know that," she told me harshly and I gave her a look.

"Tell that to Amber."

Later, Elena and I were hiding, ready, behind a wall with a vervain dart in Elana's hand when we heard someone coming down the hall again. Uncle Damon walked in the door and I sat on the bed. I don't know what Elena was planning on doing with that dart but did she really think she could take on Uncle Stefan or Klaus?

"Finally! I called you an hour ago!" Elena nearly shouted at him before he tossed her a bag.

"Make yourself presentable. I know where Stefan's going to be tonight," Uncle Damon told us before sitting down.

"I told you that I was practically discovered by Klaus and you're worried about what I'm wearing?" Elena asked her voice rising a few octaves.

"I had an hour to realize what a bad idea it was to leave you two here alone, process it, and move on," he told her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, we're okay."

"Okay, good. Get dressed. You're all road-trippy and gross," Uncle Damon teased.

"So you know where he's going to be?" Elena asked him.

"Yes, with Klaus. So Dani and I will distract Klaus and you deal with Stefan," Uncle Damon told her.

"Okay. Thank you."

"But you're going to have about five minutes tops before that hybrid freak rips my heart out and takes Dani with him. So please, tell me you can do this," Uncle Damon told her.

"I can do this."

That night, I entered Gloria's bar alone and sat next to Klaus.

"Here's a face I didn't expect to see so far from home." I turned to Klaus and raised my eyebrow at him.

"Can't a girl just leave her problems behind and run away from home?" I asked him and he gave me a look.

"This is a bit far from home," he commented and I shrugged before ordering water from the woman behind the bar. "What are you really doing here?"

"I want my uncle to be able to go home," I told him. "I'm willing to trade whatever you want for him."

"He's not a baseball card, love," Klaus smirked at me.

"I'm aware. He's also not a prisoner or a slave to be kept with you by force."

"That was a deal he made for the cure for his brother." Klaus glanced behind me and sighed.

"Last call. Drink 'em up!"

"I see they've opened the doors to the riff-raff now."

"Oh, honey, I've been called worse," Uncle Damon told him.

"You don't give up, do you?" Klaus asked him.

"Give me my brother back...You'll never have to see me again," Uncle Damon told him.

"Well, I am torn. You see, I promised Stefan I wouldn't let you die, but how many freebies did I really sign up for? And clearly you want to die, otherwise, you wouldn't be here, so..."

"What can I say? I'm a thrill-seeker." In a second, Klaus used his speed and move me to his other side and extend his hand, grabbing Uncle Damon's throat. Klaus lifted him off the floor with one hand choking him.

"Oh, dear, what was that?" Klaus asked while picking up a toothpick and Uncle Damon made a noise "I'm boozy, so you'll forgive me if I miss your heart the first few tries." Klaus stabbed Uncle Damon in the stomach with the toothpick and Uncle Damon grunted in pain. "Ohh! No, that's not it. Hmm." Klaus stabbed him again. "Ohh. Almost." He angled the toothpick upwards towards Uncle Damon's heart and I jumped up.

"Stop!" Klaus turned his head to look at me from over his shoulder. "What do you want to just leave him alone?" Klaus seemed to think about it for a moment before smirking.

"You want a partner in crime? Forget Stefan. I'm so much more fun," Uncle Damon tried to lure him away from his thoughts. Klaus threw Uncle Damon backward and I screamed lightly as he crashed on top of a table, breaking it, and landed on his back on the ground. Klaus walked over, ripped a part of the chair off as a stake, and crouched over Damon. I ran between them the best I could, but Klaus held me away from them.

"You won't be any fun after you're dead." He raised the stake when it suddenly lit on fire making me jump in surprise. Klaus threw the stake away from him with a grunt and looked towards the bar.

"Really?" I looked at the witch behind the bar in surprise. Who the hell was she?

"Not in my bar. You take it outside," she ordered. Uncle Damon tried to sit up, but Klaus pushed him back down and looked at me.

"You want your uncle safe for another night, you stay in Chicago with me while he runs back to Mystic Falls with his tail between his legs. Or I'll just take him outside and finish what I started." I glanced at Uncle Damon who just shook his head. Elena was outside with Stefan right now and if Klaus saw her, he'd kill her. "This offer does have an expiration date, love."

"Don't you-"

"I'll stay," I interrupted Uncle Damon's words and stared into Klaus's blue eyes. "I'll stay and he'll leave. Alone." I gave him a look and he just sighed before Klaus smirked down at him.

"You don't have to negotiate your brother or niece's freedom. When I'm done with them, they won't want to go back." Klaus let go of Damon and pulled me back to the bar.

When the sun was about to rise, Klaus led us to a warehouse and ordered us to wait while he walked away from us. He was out of my hearing range, but not Uncle Stefan's. When Uncle Stefan heard Klaus ordering us to enter the room we did. Next to him was a beautiful woman in a 1920's silver flapper dress with matching shoes and pearls around her neck. Her hair was piled on top of her head and when she saw Uncle Stefan her face lit up and took my breath away.

"Sister, this is Danelle Salvatore. Danelle, this is my little sister, Rebekah, and of course, you remember-"

"Stefan..." She sighed in happiness. Klaus moved closer to us and compelled Uncle Stefan.

"Now you remember." Uncle Stefan looked back at Rebekah with shock and recognition on his face.

"Rebekah." Uncle Stefan walked closer to her living Klaus between the two of us.

"Stefan." Uncle Stefan stopped and turned to face Klaus.

"I remember you. We were friends."

"We are friends. And now the reason you're here. Gloria tells me you know how to contact the original witch," Klaus told Rebekah.

"The original witch?" Rebekah asked him sounding confused.

"What do you have that Gloria needs?" Klaus asked her. Rebekah touched her neck before her eyes widened in fear.

"Where's my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off!" Rebekah shouted at Klaus.

"I don't know. I didn't touch it," Klaus told her calmly as she started to panic.

"We need to find it, Nik. Now, I want it back!"

"Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!" Klaus growled as she looked in the coffin behind her before throwing it on the ground in anger.