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You got me looking, so crazy my baby. I'm not myself lately.

1 Year Ago

Raven dialed Finn's number as she walked to her truck. She was tired after a long day of work and she wanted nothing more than to go home and take a shower, but she hadn't seen Finn in almost a week. She missed him, and even though all she wanted to do was flop on her bed, a night in with her boyfriend sounded good too.

"Hey babe." Finn said after he picked up. He sounded a little stressed.

"Hey, how are you?" She said, tilting her head and raising her shoulder to hold the phone in place while she used both hands to dig around in her bag for her keys.

"Good, sorry we haven't seen each other. Law school's been kicking my butt." He sighed.

"Oh man, you have a lot of work for this week too?" She finally found her keys, and opened her truck. She tossed her work bag onto the passenger seat before heaving herself up and inside.

"Yeah, I have like—three test for this Friday."

"That sucks. Are you going to stay home tonight then, and study?" She turned her key, the engine of her truck purring to life.

"Yeah, but I promise we'll hang out this week okay? Maybe Friday night we can catch a movie or something?"

"That sounds good. Okay, well I just got off of work, and I don't want to keep you on the phone for too long. I just wanted to see how you were."

"I'm fine Raven." He laughed. "Don't worry about me."

"You know I will anyways." She smiled.

"Yeah, I know. Bye, babe." He said.

"Hey!" Raven said before he hung up. "I love you."

"Love you too." Finn replied before she heard the phone call end.

She leaned back against her seat, sighing. It seemed he was busy more times than he was free lately, and she knew it shouldn't bother her too much. She knew that once he started law school he wouldn't have a lot of free time, but he was her boyfriend. It was natural she wanted to see him. She drove out of the mechanic shop's parking lot.

He did say he was staying home tonight. She could, maybe, drop by with food? Just to make sure he was eating.

Raven pulled into their favorite Chinese restaurant without thinking it twice. She parked in a free spot by a large tree, turning off the ignition of her truck. She reached across to the passenger's seat, digging through her work bag until she found her wallet. She wrapped the wristlet around her hand and jumped out of her truck, shutting the door behind her. She put the alarm on, and tucked the keys into her back pocket. She swiped the beads of sweat that had gathered at her temple. It had been a sweltering September day in Arizona, and the heat hadn't let out despite the setting of the sun.

As she walked inside the restaurant, the smell of stir fried rice and noodles hit her instantly. Raven smiled at the woman behind the counter. She didn't bother to look at the menu, since her and Finn had been going to this place for years. Raven knew the menu as well as the back of her hand.

The Asian woman, whose name Raven never remembered, asked her if she would be ordering the usual, and Raven nodded, digging into her wallet to pull out a twenty. She handed the money to her, and the woman rang her up.

She turned towards the waiting area, and opened her eyes in surprise.

"Clarke?" She smiled, her arms outstretched for a hug as the blonde looked up and walked in her direction.

"Raven! What are you doing here?" Clarke wrapped her arms around Raven.

"My boyfriend loves this place. I'm picking up some food for us."

"A night in—exactly what I need too." Clarke brushed back her hair, tied back into a ponytail. She still wore her scrubs, so she must have been coming straight from the hospital.

"So you're picking up food for your boyfriend too?" Raven asked.

"Yeah, he's had a long week, so we're going to eat in tonight."

They walked together to the small waiting area, Raven taking a seat besides Clarke.

"So how's that new rotation going for you?" Raven tucked her receipt into her wallet.

"It's okay—I'm scheduled for 16 weeks in the hospital by here." Clarke brushed back her hair.

"Ark regional hospital?"

"Yep. So far so good, maybe a little boring, but when you come from a psychiatric hospital rotation, that's to be expected."

"I'm sure the patients will miss 'Pretty Princess Doctor'." Raven snickered, knocking elbows with her.

"I'll miss them, that's for sure—they made my days so much more interesting."

"I'm sure something exciting will happen soon. Maybe you'll even get to assist in a life or death surgery."

Clarke grimaced. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet." She shook her head. "I haven't assisted in a surgery where the person died midway yet, though I know it's bound to happen."

"Just try not to beat yourself up about it too much, you're still an intern." Raven smiled, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"Thanks, but I have a feeling I'll have to assist in one soon. My mom works there."

"Oh." Raven said, nodding her head slowly. Clarke and her mom were not really in the best of terms.

"Yeah. Oh." Clarke tightened the band of her ponytail.

They heard the chime of the door as two men walked into the restaurant. They were two cops, still dressed in their blue uniforms. They chatted idly between themselves, the taller one grabbing a menu from the counter. He rested his weight on one leg, holding out the menu for his partner to also see, his hand resting just above his walkie-talkie.

"Off-duty cops." Clarke groaned, watching them as they ordered. They held their heads up high, the way proud men do. The taller one, the one with the head full of unruly curls, performed a cursory glance around the room, his eyes landing on Clarke.

He whispered something to his partner, who seemed to have a permanent scowl etched into his face. Raven watched them approach, her eyes flicking from one of them to the other. They were too attractive to be cops, she thought to herself—Even if one of them refused to smile.

They took a seat across the two women in the tiny room, and Clarke felt the taller cop stare at her. She looked up to confirm her suspicions, trying to hold in an audible sigh when she saw he was indeed looking at her.

"Can I help you?" Clarke raised an eyebrow, only mildly annoyed when he smirked.

"You tell me, princess." His voice was low, and Raven's eyebrows quirked when she looked him up and down. He could pull her over anytime he wanted, she thought amusedly. She looked to Clarke, who unfortunately was not thrilled at the stranger's boldness. Sometimes that girl was no fun.

"I have a name." Clarke retorted.

"And I would like to know it." The cop grinned. "I'll tell you mine." He outstretched a hand, leaning forward in his chair. "Officer Bellamy Blake, at your service."

"I would say nice to meet you, but then I'd be lying to a lawman."

"It's okay, princess. You're not under oath." Bellamy retracted his hand, looking to his grim-faced partner with a shrug.

His partner chewed on his cheek, and for a second, he and Raven made eye-contact. It was awkward and fleeting, but it still left her with an unknown feeling at the pit of her stomach. She risked a look back at him, but was disappointed when she saw his gaze fixed on the floor tile.

She shouldn't be disappointed though, she was in a relationship… Still, he was an attractive man, and her ego needed to be nursed too. Yes, Finn and her had been dating since they were 15, and she was happy. But she was also human, and liked to be thought of as attractive. Raven kind of liked seeing the guy's faces when she turned them down, which was exactly what Clarke was doing to the other cop.

There was a crackling noise, and Bellamy instantly gripped his radio in his hand. He stood up from his chair walking to the door briskly with his partner at his heels.

"Ark station to 347." A voice said on the radio.

Bellamy looked at his partner, who sighed and ran a hand exasperatedly through his hair.

"347 and 789, S. Johnston Street, go ahead." Bellamy said into the radio as they stepped outside.

Raven eyed them idly for a few seconds through the glass panels of the restaurant, but grew bored and turned her attention back to Clarke.

"Can you believe him? So gross." The blonde rolled her eyes.

"Gross is probably not the term I would have used, if you know what I mean." Raven smiled.

"Okay, he was obviously hot." Clarke pursed her lips and shook her head. "But I have a boyfriend—it makes me uncomfortable."

"Only because it brings forth naughty thoughts of him using his handcuffs for something other than arresting bad guys."

"Raven!"

"I'm just saying." She shrugged.

The woman at the counter called for Clarke, holding up a large bag with a cheery yellow smiley face.

"That's me." Clarke stood up, brushing her hands on her pants. "We're still on for coffee tomorrow, right?" She asked over her shoulder as she walked to pick up her order.

"Yeah, totally." Raven waved to her as she started to leave the restaurant, almost bumping in headfirst into Bellamy who had rushed back in.

"Hey! Watch it." She said, glaring.

"Sorry, princess. I'm kind of in a rush." He sidestepped her, all traces of his earlier flirtatiousness gone from his face. Clarke rolled her eyes at Raven, but left quickly after that.

Raven crossed her legs as she watched the exchange at the counter.

"I have an emergency. I'm going to have to cancel my order." Bellamy huffed.

The woman shook her head. "But you already paid."

"I know, but I can't wait for my food. I want to cancel." He repeated.

"No, no. You paid already. You wait five minutes, okay."

"I don't have five minutes." He rubbed his face.

"You wait, the food will be right out." The woman said.

"You know what, forget the food." His partner, who was standing behind him, tugged on his shoulder. "Keep the money."

"Murphy, what the fuck?" Bellamy pulled back his body from his grip.

"We. Have. To. Go." Murphy said slowly, glaring at him. "I'll pay next time, okay?"

"Fine."

Raven watched them storm out of the place, raising her eyebrows at the scene they just formed. Surely, a fender bender or out of control house party in the neighborhood could wait five minutes.

The woman at the counter called her name, and she rose to pick up her food. Bright red and blue lights casted a glow inside the restaurant, and the sound of a police siren echoed as the patrol car raced out of the outside lot.

Raven knocked on Finn's door as she stood outside his apartment. She rocked on her heels as she waited for him to open the door. Hopefully he wasn't too busy or in the middle of an online assignment. It wasn't as though she couldn't have called ahead, but she wanted to surprise him—after all, he was always saying lately how she wasn't as spontaneous as she used to be.

But it wasn't her fault. Her hours at the shop were getting longer, and she was happy to continue a set routine. After all the instability she had while growing up, having something set in stone was a relief. She missed him though. They hadn't even slept together in over a month. Their schedules always seemed to be opposite of each other.

Raven heard faint sounds of laughing, and she knocked a little louder. He must have the TV on really loud, she thought. Odd, because he told her he was studying.

Maybe he's taking a break.

She heard him start to unlatch the lock, and she smiled when he partially opened the door.

"Hey babe." She smiled and held up a bag of takeout. "I brought grub."

Finn leaned out of the doorframe, smiling tight-lipped as he slowly shook his head.

"That's awesome Raven, but I thought I told you I couldn't hang tonight." He said.

"I thought you could use some brain food." She frowned. "Why are you whispering?"

"No reason. My voice—I think I'm getting sick, I don't want to give it to you."

"Well that's bullshit. We both know I have a killer immune system. Let me in." She furrowed her brows.

"I really—"

"Babe, who's at the door?" A female voice called from inside the apartment.

"Who the hell was that?" Raven tried to peer in the door around her head.

"Just the TV, don't worry about it." He looked over his shoulder.

Raven pulled open the door with her free hand, catching Finn by surprise. He stumbled into the hall and she walked into his apartment.

"Clarke?" She dropped the bag of food on the floor. Clarke sat by the coffee table, surrounded by Styrofoam plates full of half-eaten Chinese food and two glasses of red wine.

"Raven? What are you doing here?" Clarke stood up from her spot on the carpet, clutching her wine glass in one hand. She approached her, a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Me? What are you doing having dinner with my boyfriend?" Raven felt Finn grab her shoulders from behind, but she shrugged out of his touch.

"Your boyfriend? Finn and I have been dating for months." Clarke facial expression morphed from confused to angry in a split second. Raven barely had time to duck before she threw her red wine over Finn's head, the liquid spilling onto the brown carpet.

"Clarke, that's gonna stain." He groaned.

Raven whirled her body around to face him.

"That's gonna stain, Finn? Really? That's all you have to say?" She felt the onslaught of hot tears coming, but blinked her eyes repeatedly to keep them at bay. She did not want to cry right now.

"Raven, I'm sorry, I had no idea." Clarke interjected.

"I know." She replied, her words clipped. "I think the wine on the carpet was a good indicator." Her eyes were still focused on Finn, whose gaze moved from her to Clarke simultaneously.

"This is just a complicated situation that we need to talk about." Finn said.

"Complicated situation?" Raven scoffed, brushing a few stray tears with the backs of her hands. "What world are you living in? You can't fucking have two girlfriends, Finn. That's not a complication, that's called cheating, you asshole." She struggled to keep her voice even. She threw her hands in the air after saying that, and started to walk out.

"Raven, please don't leave. We can fix this—all three of us. I love you." Finn said while blocking the door.

Her lips quivered as she sucked in a breath. She looked at him squarely, and shook her head.

"Not the way I want to be loved."

With that, she pushed through him, not turning back as he called her name repeatedly.

"Goddamn it." Bellamy said, as he drove through the darkened streets.

Murphy cursed under his breath, looking up at the helicopters in the sky. From their location, he could spot three, all of them shining a beam to the ground. They were searching for the escaped convicts, the ones that had managed to run away from the prison earlier.

There had been a mutiny at the county prison, and based on the radio conversations he and Bellamy had overheard, it had been a strong one.

Three people dead, eleven injured, and three inmates missing.

Two of which were on death row, and one lifer.

They had nothing to lose, and in Murphy's experience, those were the most dangerous. They would stop at nothing if that meant staying free.

That included murder, rape, arson… the list could go on and on.

"Do you see anything?" Bellamy said.

The patrol car's lights were off, rendering them practically invisible in the darkness of the night sky. The cotton fields surrounding the town where the most likely place the convicts were hiding, and if they were right, they should be able to find them sooner or later. Or so went the orders they received.

"Zilch." Murphy said. "We're not going to find them like this."

"These are our orders."

"Rules are meant to be broken. We need to think like criminals."

"But we're not criminals." Bellamy argued.

"You mean to tell me your years in the Marines taught you nothing? Maybe criminal was not the right word." Murphy pinched the bridge of his nose.

"So like a soldier?"

"Sure. If this was Afghanistan, what would we do to catch the enemy?"

"Well, we'd probably have a bigger team. Where the hell is our backup anyways?"

"They're obviously preoccupied." Murphy said irritated. "Just pull over so we can think."

"Okay." Bellamy pulled to the side of the road, turning off the ignition. "What do you suggest?"

"Let's focus on one of them—leave the other two for the helicopters." Murphy rifled through the files, turning on the overhead light and scanning for the inmate which would be the most dangerous to the public.

"Which one?"

"Thom Fender. He's on death row for murdering five children in cold blood."

Bellamy rubbed at his forehead, barking a harsh laugh. "You do know that's the bastard who skinned his victims?"

"More reason to find him. We owe it to the families."

"Okay" Bellamy nodded "Let's do this."

They looked over the notes on his file, quickly analyzed his trial, the notes made by the behavioral analyst.

"This guy has a flair for drama." Bellamy said.

"So we wait for something big to happen." Murphy nodded.

They sat in silence for over ten minutes. Murphy was about to say something about how maybe they were wrong, when the car's radio crackled.

"We have a 10-99 on E. Dade Avenue. Gasoline truck."

"That's our man." Bellamy said, igniting the car to life and speeding down the street in the direction of the stolen truck. They didn't fasten their seatbelts.

The engine on Raven's truck revved as she spun out of the apartment lot and into the street, cutting off a guy who slammed his fist on the horn. She swiped at her nose with her hand, trying to stop herself from sobbing.

Finn had cheated on her.

Finn had been cheating on her for months.

She felt stupid, used… dirty. It made her question everything he had said to her in the past—if he meant them, if he hadn't, and if he had said them to someone else too. Finn had always been there for her. They grew up together, and Finn's house had been her home. His parents were like the ones she never had, and they treated her like the daughter they never had. Seeing his acceptance at being discovered though, hurt her more than it would have if he had tried to convince her he wasn't cheating.

It made her feel like he didn't think he was doing anything wrong.

But he was.

And it hurt. He was the only family she had, the only person she could rely on.

She made a strangled sound at the back of her throat as she stopped at a red light. Her hands smacked against the steering wheel, and her shoulders heaved as she sobbed.

The only fucking person she had and he had let her down just like everyone else in her life.

People always leave, she didn't know why she even bothered at this point.

The light changed to green and she made a left turn. The street was faintly illuminated by the orange glow of the streetlights. They blended into a blurry mess behind her tears, and she blinked them away so she could see the road.

She came to a four-way stop, barely slowing down before starting to cross.

Bellamy and Murphy were right.

Fender had stolen the gasoline truck at the 7-eleven by the prison, knocking the driver unconscious and leaving him by the filling station where he had been unloading the following week's gasoline share. Fender had stolen his keys and raced out of there, leaving the hoses attached to the mouth of the large tank in its hull. As he sped away, the hoses had disconnected, and the smell and wet trail of the gasoline had been one of the main factors for helping Bellamy and Murphy track him down.

Even now, gasoline dripped out of the tank in a steady line, drops falling onto their windshield. They had their sirens and lights on. Murphy watched as the speedometer inched higher and higher.

Fender made a sharp right turn onto a residential street, leaving barely enough time for Bellamy to react and follow him.

"Shit." Murphy cursed as the car tipped dangerously.

"Where the hell is our backup? We need to corner him." Bellamy reached for the radio, and Murphy's eyes widened at the scene in front of him.

"Bellamy watch out!"

Raven was in the middle of the street when she saw the high beams of the truck coming at her.

She didn't have time to react before the vehicle slammed into the passenger side of her pickup truck.

The crunching of metal encompassed her, and she slammed her head on the steering wheel.

The red pickup truck was crushed like a tin can, curling around itself and propelling to the other side of the road. The metal skidded on the gravel, a high pitched sound. It slammed into a large tree , coming to an abrupt stop.

The gasoline truck was flipped onto its side with the impact, gliding in a straight line. The glass of the windows cracked, forming crystallized spider webs on their surfaces.

The patrol car had tried to avoid crashing into the gasoline truck at the last minute, but at the speed it was going, all it accomplished was not running into it head-on. The driver lost control of the vehicle, as it spun around and struck the tank of the truck with its rear. The iron sparked on the hot asphalt, and the trail of gasoline lit on fire.

The driver of the patrol car had been launched from his seat, shattering the windshield, his body landing a few feet into the grass. He had landed on his left arm with a crunch, his left leg bending unnaturally. He cried out in pain, his breath hissing as he tried to manage it.

He lifted his bleeding head slightly to peer into the patrol car, now illuminated by the flames on the ground.

Murphy had hit his head on the passenger side window, the blood flowing freely down his face as he pressed tentative fingers to it.

It happened almost too fast. The flame reached the tank of gasoline, and Bellamy barely had time to shout to Murphy to get out of the car.

He saw Murphy look back, and then the explosion happened. Bellamy shielded his head with his right arm, feeling the heat from the fire.

The patrol car was pushed away in the blast, flipping upside down before being tossed onto the gravel once again, glass spreading over the asphalt like crystal embers.

Bellamy cursed as he saw the flames engulf the gasoline truck.

Raven's head throbbed as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She pressed her fingers experimentally to her forehead, grimacing when her fingers came back sticky with blood.

"That's not good." She said.

She tried to look around herself, but the truck had compacted itself tight around her. There was a tree just behind the driver's side window, where it had collided with her truck's bed. That was lucky. She probably wouldn't have survived had it aligned with her door.

Going through the door was not a possibility, the tree's trunk was too wide. She looked at her broken windshield, thinking that it would be the easiest way to exit. There was a lot of glass though, and the airbag was in the way. She'd have to be careful.

Raven started to heave herself up, but screamed out. A sharp, blinding pain penetrated her back, as if she was being sawed in half, and she was suddenly very aware of a numbness in her lower legs.

She cursed repeatedly, her heart racing as she tried to look for her phone. The inside of her car was a wreck though, and despite a hazy orange glow, she couldn't see much.

She let out a breath of relief when she heard the faraway sounds of an ambulance, letting her head fall back against the headrest.

AHHHH! Okay, I'm so excited to finally be working on this fic! I've had it in my head for WEEKS. Hopefully, you guys like it. Originally, I wanted the first chapter to be the only chapter that's set in the past, but there's so much information and things that happen before we can get to present time, that I probably will be breaking it off into a few chapters. Probably by chapter four or five, we'll get to present time. Please leave a review, let me know what you think. :)

-Jarleene