Chapter 1

With the new season out, I feel it is only right to give us the Bellarke we are being denied. Hope you guys like it :)

Detective Bellamy Blake had just gotten back to the safe house, he'd been deep undercover for months. The only reason he was resurfacing now was to pull another agent under with him.

The safe 'house' was more of a mansion with different rooms and sections. The first thing he noticed, he could hear music from somewhere deep into the building.

"Woah I didn't know it was possible for someone to look this bad after only 3 months undercover."

Bellamy turned to see his best friend on the force and partner, Nathan Miller.

Bellamy chuckled, "You're one to talk Miller." They pulled each other in for a quick hug. "The surveillance van doesn't seem to have done you any favors."

Miller ran a hand over his own beard, he was usually clean shaven, but since he'd been locked in a van disguised as a city electrical maintenance vehicle, he'd grown it out.

"Watching your ass lay on the couch for hours on end isn't very riveting Blake, I have to keep Green and myself entertained somehow."

Bellamy smirked. "I'll try to throw in a shirtless push up in every couple hours."

"It's the least you could do."

Both men laughed, it was nice getting back together. Even if it was only for the day. Bellamy couldn't risk any suspicious behavior right now, not when he was about to integrate a new face into the fold. The guys would already be cautious of any new faces, speaking of that new face.

"So who'd they find?" Bellamy asked, noticing how Miller's care free smile seemed to disappear. "That bad?"

There were not a lot of women on the force, and from what Bellamy remembered from their conversations from before he went under cover. The new addition was going to be a female.

"Come see for yourself."

Miller walked deeper into the building and down a flight of stairs, confused Bellamy followed behind. The music he heard from earlier getting closer and closer. Before Miler opened the door to the room that seemed to be the source of the music, he looked back at his friend.

"Keep an open mind, and try not to dismiss it right away. She was the best fit."

Bellamy's frowned, the more Miller talked the more confused he became. Who the hell was behind that door?

The music that had gone quiet while they talked, started up again. Bellamy recognized it to be the same song he'd been hearing since he got here. Miler lead the way into the room, he stood against the wall with three other detectives and their Sargent.

All their attention was to the middle of the room where two girls circled a blonde, each taking the time to grid up against her to the beat. They moved in sync like it was a practiced routine.

Bellamy's eyes traveled from the girls legs, wrapped in black leggings. To the couple inches of bare skin, between her high wasted pants and her skimpy black see through tank top crop top. That only complemented her sexy curves.

Lastly he eyes connected to hers and it was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him. He knew those sparkly blue eyes anywhere.

"Hell no." He growled, the music so loud it drowned out his voice.

His expressionless face slipped into a scowl, as he watched Clarke Griffin move her body in ways that had him angry that other men had their eyes on her.

The song rude boy, by Rihanna came to an end and detective Wells Jaha walked over to her, smiling and gave her a small towel that she used to remove the sweat from her face.

"That was a lot better than yesterday." He told her. "I'd take you home."

Clarke rolled her eyes, shoving him playfully. "You're not the one we need to convince." Clarke's eyes turned on Bellamy. "What'd you think?"

"I think you've all lost your damn minds." Bellamy raised his voice, arms crossed over his chest.

Clarke threw her towel to the side of the room, "Get over yourself."

Bellamy licked his lips. "What you were doing right there, that is asking for it. Forget getting my attention, you'll have the unwanted attention of every criminal in that bar."

"Blake..." Sargent Jaha sounded put out, like he knew putting Clarke in the field was going to warrant a fight from his detective.

"Find someone else." Bellamy snapped.

Miller tried to step in and reason with his partner. "Bellamy there is no one else."

"Then I go back alone." Bellamy said, as if that was that.

Sargent Jaha stepped toward him. "That isn't an option."

Bellamy's arm flew out, pointing in Clarke's direction. "No, she is not an option. She hasn't even been in the field since before I went under. Let's not all pretend like we don't know why."

While Clarke was four years younger than Bellamy's 26, she had joined the police force at 19. After her parents were murdered while she was away, swept up in her first year of college. She dropped out of medical school and signed up for the police academy, and passed.

It took years for the force to track down and find the person who murdered her parents. When they did Clarke took it upon herself to take action, which ended up with her being suspended, which didn't make much of a difference considering she was laid up in the hospital for a couple weeks.

While Clarke had been a cop by then, she'd not been allowed to take part in her parents case. Miller had been working in guns and gangs for a week preparing for the take down, while Bellamy and Clarke had seemed to fall together, the last couple months leading up to the big incident.

Bellamy wasn't all too happy to have the over eager, sarcastic Blonde under his care. He's grown to tolerate and even care for her. Especially in those last few weeks. Clarke had gotten to know his sister, the couple of times she'd come to the station.

Octavia had taken to Clarke, and insisted that Clarke and her go shopping, becoming fast friends. Before Bellamy could even stop it from happening, he more than cared for the blonde. The only other person who seemed to be aware of his feelings, despite how hard he tried to hide them. was his little sister. Miller also seemed to have an idea, but he never bugged or pushed him about it like his sister.

So when the opportunity to take down of Diana Sidney, the women who killed Clarke's parents, came around days before they'd planned. Bellamy had no choice to bring Clarke along when he was called to the scene.

(Flash Back)

Bellamy drove fast through the city streets. Clarke sat in the passenger seat, he could tell she was trapped in her thoughts, by the way she started down at her lap, unmoving.

"We're three minutes out." He told her, when she started to move as if to get ready he stopped her, his hand landing on her forearm. "You're staying in the car."

"Bellamy-"

Her tone was deadly serious, but so was his.

"You don't get out of the car." He ordered her, pulling onto the street.

Clarke stopped her movement, sitting back in her seat, eyes back on her lap.

When he pulled up, Bellamy threw the car in park. Grabbing everything he needed before getting out, sending one more glance Clarke's way.

Wells Jaha was the first to great him.

"Where's Clarke?"

"Staying in the car." Bellamy told him.

Wells nodded, happy to know his best friend was safe.

They joined the other agents, detectives and police that stood concealed from the view of the abandoned building. They quickly formed a tactical plan, everyone moving into formation when gun fire sounded. A street light exploding over their position.

"We've lot the element of surprise." Someone stated. "Take cover and stick to the plan. Diana cannot get away."

Everyone moved in sync, the gun shots seemed to come from the roof. They could see movement in the north facing windows, lights throwing shadows.

"Bravo team re positioning. He're going to try and make it to the rear of the building." The team leader announce into the com system.

"Hold!" Someone yelled.

Everyone turned to Detective Kane. His eyes were trained on the front of the building. Bellamy followed his eye line, his heart dropping and anger taking over as he saw a flash of blonde run from the tree line, across the front of the building, heading to the side entrance.

"Fuck!" Bellamy yelled, making a move to go after her.

"You said she was waiting in the car." Wells shouted.

"She was!"

Wells scoffed. "You should have handcuffed her to the steering wheel."

Bellamy rolled his jaw, he should have known when she didn't put up a big stink about having to wait in the car. He should have known she wasn't going to do what he told her.

Getting on the coms, Bellamy communicated to all teams. "We have a rouge office in the field."

"Come again?" Jasper Jorden from bomb squad came over the coms.

"Clarke Griffin is in the field!" Bellamy clarified. "We need to breach now."

When someone tried to tell him why they couldn't breach at this angle he interrupted. "Her gear is back at the station, she's naked except for her 45."

Bellamy's Charlie team had the best vantage point and the most tactical experience. In the span of two minutes, Bellamy lead his men around the side of the building, while the other teams drew the gun fire away from them.

Bellamy entered the same side door Clarke had, his team in toe. He heard gun fire and shouting coming from the upper level of the compound. He heard Clarke yelling and a loud thud from above him.

Using Clarke as his incentive, Bellamy forced his legs to climb the stairs two at a time, even thought he knew it double his chances of tripping. He spit his team in two, three men split off to clear the second floor, two continued to the roof to control the snipers, and Bellamy took the rest to the third floor where he knew Clarke would be.

He exited the stairwell into an open space, one man on either side of him. What he saw when he turning the corner stopped his heart cold, freezing his muscles.

Clarke's gun was on the ground, feet from where her and Diana were faced off. Diana had some sort of dagger in her hand, as she swiped at Clarke, the blonde kicked out, getting Diana in the stomach.

Diana ragged, her swipes more vicious going in for the kill. Clarke moved fast, her training having kept her alive so far. Bellamy's gun was raised, but Clarke kept getting in his way, blocking his shot.

"Anyone have the shot?" Bellamy asked, they both quickly responded with a no. "You get one you take it."

Bellamy moved deeper into the room, hoping Clarke could turn the tables on Diana so he could get a shot off.

Somewhere between the time Bellamy moved from his spot in the doorway, and into the room Clarke lost her footing. Diana wrestled her to the ground, her knee on Clarke's thighs pinning her down. Clarke squirmed on her back, trying to evade the sharp blade coming at her.

Diana leaned over Clarke's body, her left hand that wielded the knife flew out to the side. In a blink of an eye, the knife was in Clarke's side, in the space between her hip and her rib.

As soon as Diana sat up, distancing her body from Clarke's, Bellamy took his shot.

The bang of the gun, the sound of the knife clattering to the floor, followed by the thump of Diana's body.

Bellamy rushed to Diana, kicking the knife away from her hand. Once the weapon was out of the way, Bellamy looked down at Diana. Blood pooled from her neck, Bellamy's bullet having struck her right above the collar bone.

"We need an ambulance to our location, Officer down."

Bellamy turned toward Clarke then, his eyes drawn to the large pool of blood already beside her. One of the officers had his hands pressed tight to the wound, while the other one radioed for help.

"Bellamy?" He heard Clarke call out for him.

When he looked up to her face, her eyes were wide with panic. Her pale face, seemed paler than was naturally healthy. kneeling down beside her, Bellamy pushed the hand of the officer way so he could be the one to press his hands against her knife wound. Her blood immediately soaking and warming his hands.

"How far out are the medics?" Bellamy asked, hearing more of his team enter the second floor.

There was a pause before Miller responded with, "10 minutes."

Clarke let out a sob, drawing Bellamy back to her.

"Keep your eyes open Clarke." He told her.

She blinked at him slowly, like the moment was taking a lot of effort. A small smile tugged across her lips, out of place for the situation.

"I couldn't wait in the car." She told him, eyes fluttering.

He looked down at her, "Next time I'm locking your ass in the trunk."

Clarke laughed, that laugh turned quickly from a welcomed noise, into a moment of panic for Bellamy when he saw the blood on her lips and teeth.

"No." He told her. "No!" Bellamy looked up at the men surrounding him. "Where are the medics we need them now!"

Miller's eyes widened and he started running toward the stairs, yelling for medics.

(Flash Back Over)

"I've been training for over a month now, Bellamy. I'm good." Clarke walked over to him, leaving Wells behind.

Bellamy shook his head, "I don't like it. Too many thing could go wrong."

"You don't trust me?" Clarke said, finding offence in his statement.

"You bet your ass." Bellamy snipped. "Your behavior in the past has proven that I can't."

Sargent Jaha stepped in, "We all know where Officer Griffin's behavior was reckless. The situation she was placed in was complicated. Now she has finished her rehab and has passed the necessary psych evaluation. So unless you can give me a solid reason why this officer should not be going undercover, we move ahead with this."

Everyone waited, watching as Bellamy's nose flared and his fists tightened. When he finally shook his head in surrender, the room came alive again.

"Perfect." Their Sargent agreed. "Wells, run the routine with Clarke a couple more times. Miller and Blake, my office."

Clarke watched Bellamy follow the men out of the room. His shoulders were tight and his hands were still in fists, though he hid them behind his back, out of sight.

"A couple more times Griffin, then we can be done for the night. You've got an early call time."

The music filled the room, Clarke moved to stand in front of the mirror. She locked eyes with herself, practicing her best bedroom eyes.

It had taken her a longer time than it should have to get those down. Everyone had bedroom eyes, but the thought of making them at Bellamy Blake tomorrow had her stomach flipping.

.

Bellamy was pissed, he had no choice but to give into what his Sargent wanted. His mind was racing, trying to find a reason why Clarke shouldn't be the one going undercover with him. Other than the fast that she was a pain in his ass, a pain in the ass that he wanted to keep as far from the scum he was trying to take down.

"Tomorrow night you and Clarke will be the only officers in the bar. We will have Jasper across the street at the cafe, he will be your only eyes." Jaha explained. "There will be two undercovers a block away. They will only be called in if something goes wrong, but something will not go wrong, do you understand detective?"

Bellamy nodded, from where he sat beside Miller.

"We've already had Clarke's name floating around-" Miller started to explain when Bellamy cut him off.

"Princess." He'd heard some rumblings over the last two weeks that 'The Princess' had resurfaced.

Some big time cartel guy from the south had a daughter, Everyone labeled her 'the princess' because her father was a king when it came to smuggling weapons and coke. when he'd been killed she escaped. No one had heard from her in years, she was 16 when reported missing. No one had seen her since, there were rumors that she'd been caught and killed later, other that she overdosed, others said she got out of the life.

"Lexa hair was dirty blonde, she had blue eyes. She's around the same age, it make's her credible." Jaha explained.

"And what about the real Lexa?" Bellamy asked, they were giving him more and more reasons not to like this plan. "For all we know, she could have been taken in by the cartels loyal with her father. If Clarke get's made because-"

"She won't" Jaha said with certainty.

"You can't know that." Bellamy argued.

Miller pilled files from his bag. "Actually we can."

Bellamy looked down at the papers. "What is this?"

"That, is the corpse of Lexa." Miller explained. "After her fathers killing, guns and gangs went in and searched that place top to bottom. She's been dead for at least a week before they found her. The bullet in her chest matched her fathers gun. As did the bullet in the 16 years old boy they found buried beside her."

"Jeez." Bellamy sighed. "It's still a big risk. If anyone in with the cartel knows the truth about what really happened, it's Clarke's head."

"The story never made news." Miller pointed to the file Bellamy still held. "That file, is the only living information that proves what really happened to Lexa."

Miller took the file from Bellamy, holding it over the small trash can in Jaha's office, he lit the papers on fire.

Jaha leaned his forearms on his desk, "And now there is nothing." He threw a new file at Bellamy.

Bellamy recognized the blue file folder right away, he had one just like it filled with his undercover identities.

"These papers say Clarke Griffin." Bellamy said, assuming it was a typo.

"Yes." Jaha responded. "Clarke Griffin, the alias of one Lexa Kru. Her adoptive parents who moved from down south right around the time Lexa went missing, Abby and Jake Griffin were murdered by Diana. Diana a gang member who when she found out the truth out about who Clarke truly was, wanted to make a name for herself. She murdered both Jake and Abby who tried to protect their daughter. The daughter who once again got away and has been laying low since."

"Does Clarke know you're using her parents as throwaway decoys?" Bellamy asked, thinking there was no way Clarke would be okay with this.

"She does." Jaha nodded.

"That's one tangled web." Bellamy sighed once again.

"But it's believable. That girl is a survivor. I'm not making her anything she's not."

"Fine." Bellamy conceded. "Make sure she's in place before we show up."

Jaha nodded. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"No." I have somethings I've got to do before Clarke is put in play tomorrow."

"Fair enough." Jaha smiled, "Miller will see you out."

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Clarke followed Wells from the room they'd claimed as a dance studio over the past 2 weeks.

"Did you see the way he looked at me?" Clarke frowned, her mind stuck on the look Bellamy had on his face.

Wells tried to reassure her, "He's just worried about you Clarke. You two are responsible for each other while undercover. Yes you have back up, but by the time they realize something is wrong, it's usually too late."

"I know, which is why he needs to trust me. He can't second guess me when I'm in the field, it could draw unwanted attention."

"Good thing he's going to be more than just some banger."

Clarke sighed loudly, "Blake Morley, cartel member. My new boyfriend for the next-however long it takes to take Finns kru down from the inside out."

"You always worked well in a team." Wells pointed out.

Clarke gave him the side eye. "We were always fighting."

"To reach a common goal. You balance each other out."

"I guess. Let's just hope it's enough."

Wells patted in shoulder in comfort and good luck. Tomorrow was going to be an important day, she'd need all the luck she could get.