A/N: A friend suggested it and i ran with it. Definitely not one of my best fics, but i think it's got potential. and i will try to update it once a week like the soulmate au. This is just the first chapter and i'm hoping that as i write it, it gets better. So you have Clarke and Bellamy who are both homicide detectives (and they're partners because I'm a sucker for brollarke). Then you have Lexa and Anya who are the FBI agents (also partners obviously). So yeah, hope it's not too bad.
"Three bodies in three days…" Clarke said to her partner, Bellamy as she shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, looking at the murder board. "This does not make us look good."
"No, it does not." Clarke was expecting her partner's manly voice but what came in response was the almost opposite. It was definitely a woman, the way she spoke sounded confident yet the voice was completely unfamiliar to Clarke. She turned her head in that direction to find that it belonged to a brunette neither Clarke nor Bellamy had seen before. Clarke's first thought was that she was too well dressed to be working at the station; a light blue button down with a tailored blazer that really did her body justice and the most gorgeous eyes Clarke has ever see- Stop. She old herself, she didn't even know who this mystery woman was so it was a bit early to be thinking like that.
"And you are?" Bellamy asked as she walked up to them.
"Special Agent Alexandria Woods, FBI." She replied, holding out her hand for him and he took it.
"Detective Bellamy Blake." He introduced himself, shaking her hand. "And this is my partner, Detective Clarke Griffin."
Lexa looked at the blonde, acknowledging her with a nod and holding out her hand. "How can we help you?" Clarke asked politely, shaking her hand.
"We are taking over your case." Lexa told them matter-of-factly. "Me and my partner, that is."
"Like hell you are." Clarke's tone changed suddenly and Bellamy looked at the agent, clearly unimpressed.
"You said it yourself," Lexa spoke mainly to Clarke. "Three days, three bodies. It does not make you look good." She repeated what Clarke had said right before she walked up.
"That doesn't mean you can just waltz in here and take over." Clarke said to her.
"It does actually." The agent replied coolly.
Clarke opened her mouth, clearly wanting to say something to Agent Woods but suddenly turned to look at her partner instead. "I'm going to go see Cap about this." She told him, walking away before he could protest.
"She's…intense, sorry about that." Clarke could hear Bellamy say as she made her way to the captain's office. There was no way he knew about this and didn't so much as give her and Bel a head's up.
"Feds, really?" Was the first thing Clarke said as she stepped inside Captain Marcus Kane's office and closed the door behind her.
"They're already here?" He asked from his seat across the desk from Clarke.
"Yes." She replied impatiently. "Please tell me she's not taking over m-" Clarke corrected herself. "Our case."
"Special Agent Woods?" Kane asked. "Yes, she is. You and Blake are still on the case but she and her partner are taking point."
"But sir, we've got this handled." Clarke tried.
"You don't." He told her, his tone straightforward. "What you do have is three dead bodies in three days and no one to show for it." Clarke sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I expect you two to get along with the feds, that's not going to be a problem, is it Detective?"
"No sir," She held herself back from rolling her eyes before walking out, leaving the door open behind her purposely, knowing that their Captain didn't like that.
Walking back to the conference room she and Bellamy had been working in (because there were too many files and papers for their desks), Clarke noticed Bellamy talking to another agent who she could only assume was Woods' partner while the she was writing something on a clear white board. The board she and Bellamy had set up and used since the first murder was now pushed to the back of the room, clearly irrelevant now. Agent Woods' jacket was not sitting on a chair, as she could see through the glass windows of the room and through the material of her shirt, Clarke could make out a faint pattern of a tattoo on her right bicep.
"You know, there's already a murder board right there with all the key information." Clarke said to the agent as she walked inside the room, closing the door behind her.
"And it has been very useful to you and your partner." Lexa replied, not so much as looking at the blonde. "But I prefer to set it up myself."
"Fine." Clarke responded with a reluctant nod, doing her best to not let the sarcastic tone get to her. "So, what's our next move?" She asked, leaning against the table behind Lexa.
"Looking for links between the victims." Lexa replied, continuing to write on the dry-erase board.
"We already did that, there aren't any." Bellamy called out from the opposite end of the room.
"Well, we are going to do it again." The other Agent responded. "You may have missed something." She looked away from Bellamy and at Clarke, taking a step towards her. "Special Agent Anya Jones." Anya introduced herself.
Clarke nodded before replying, "Detective Clarke Griffin." She opened her mouth again, wanting to say something because she didn't know who these agents thought they were but there was no way she was going to sit through all that again – going over every little detail of their victims' lives all over again just to come up empty.
Bellamy rushed over to his partner's side, stopping her. "We've gone through everything. There is no link." He tried.
"It'll just be a waste of time." Clarke backed him up, her voice calmer than she had thought it would be. "We need to get a move on if we want to stop this guy before he leaves us another body tomorrow."
Lexa finally turned around to look at them, thinking about what Clarke had said for a moment because she does not like to work on someone else's word. By now, Lexa has come to realize that putting the extra bit of work herself makes a difference because cops usually seem to miss the most obvious things. "Fine." She agreed with a small nod, not really sure why she was trusting the blonde and her partner.
"So…" Clarke started again, looking between Agents Woods and Jones, "What's our next move?"
"Do you have any suspects?" Lexa asked, going back to setting up her murder board.
"Did." Bellamy replied, picking up two files from their pile at the end of the table. "Two, they both alibied out."
"We are going to need to talk to them again." Lexa said to them. "Bring them in."
"What?" Clarke tilted her head slightly in confusion, she wasn't entirely sure why she was being told to do something.
"Bring them in." Lexa replied, speaking more slowly this time, making sure every word was clear. "I have to talk to them again."
"I think we know how to interrogate suspects, Agent Woods." Clarke responded, a hint of annoyance in her voice as she stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest.
Lexa only rolled her eyes, turning to look at the detective. "If you can't, just give us the names, me and Agent Jones can do it."
"We got it." Bellamy cut in, their captain would not be pleased if him and Clarke got kicked of their case on the first day of working with the two agents. The two of them were known to not get along too well with anyone but each other. "I'll tell a couple of uniforms to go and get them." He said to Clarke as he opened the door. "It's just two guys."
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"I don't like her." Clarke said to Bellamy as she walked up to him in the break room later that night – much later. It had been a slow day and they had nothing to show for it. Agent Jones decided to go through the victims' financial records again because she because she wanted to make sure the detectives hadn't missed a pattern in there; or at least somewhere unusual all three of the victims spent money. Not only that, but the two agents went to talk to the victims' families again – despite Clarke and Bellamy telling them they didn't know anything that would help. So Clarke is not surprised that it all led to nothing.
Bellamy let out a small laugh, "I don't think she likes you much either."
"Shut up." She rolled her eyes. "Who does she think she is?" Clarke said in an exaggerated tone. "Walking in here and talking to us like we don't know how to do our jobs?"
"She's just doing her job." He only shrugged, handing Clarke two mugs of coffee; one looked like it was for Clarke, milk and sugar – well it looked like there was milk in there – and the other one was just black. She looked at her partner with a questioning look. "It's for Agent Woods." He explained, "I saw her take it black earlier today so…"
"Well, you can give it to her yourself." She tried to push the mug away, clearly annoyed but took it anyways.
"Don't be like that." Bellamy tried with an amused smile. "It's late and her partner's gone home; the least you can do is try to make up for today."
"Make up for what?" She almost snapped at him.
"You came off as a bit…intense today." He said slowly, not wanting to annoy her anymore that she already was. "Just a little bit."
"That was all on her and you know it." Clarke glared at him. It was definitely on Lexa, not only did she waltz into the precinct and take over the case – which was going just fine, thank you very much – but she also had to go around telling them what to do like Clarke and Bellamy didn't know how to do their jobs.
"It was her just as much as it was you." He settled. "Now go." Bellamy told her, nodding in the general direction of the room they had been working in. "She's actually nice." He told her, knowing Lexa was still here.
Clarke scoffed at that. "Sure…and Raven's never sarcastic."
"Well, I know you're not going home now." He said with a shrug, Bellamy knew her partner better than that, there was no way she was going home now, not when she knew there was a killer out there who would probably drop another body tomorrow. "So…the least you can do is drink some coffee…" He paused. "And take one over to Agent Woods because it doesn't look like she's going home either."
"Great." Clarke muttered with a sigh, wanting to be alone at the moment…well, she didn't want to be around Agent Woods, not right now. "Fine." She groaned, nodding as she began to walk away. "Night Bel."
Clarke made her way through the almost-empty bullpen, it was a little past midnight and there wasn't anyone here other than the handful of uniforms who were on call right now. Bellamy was about to go home, he knew they had covered everything there was to today and that there wasn't anything they could do right now. He was smart enough to know when to call it a night and honestly did his best to convince Clarke to do the same. But after a few months of being her partner, he realized that it was not going to work. Clarke's hand grabbed the door handle, taking a deep breath and mentally bracing herself for having to interact with the brunette again as she opened the opened the door.
Lexa's head snapped up from file she was reading at the sudden sound of the door opening and Clarke stepped inside. She had thought everyone had gone home by now, Anya was and Lexa knew Bellamy had gone home too; so she had assumed that Clarke left as well. Actually, Lexa was kind of hoping she had gone home, she had had enough of the blonde for one day and was hoping she could have a few hours to herself without her around. If they didn't find anything and the killer continued to keep up his pattern, there would be another dead body waiting for them in the morning. Although she was very much done with the detective, Lexa couldn't hate her; no matter how annoying she was every time she decided to question Lexa on something – which was probably every time she opened her mouth. No matter what Lexa had to say to her, whether it was something as small as redoing the murder board, or something more important like asking her where the autopsy reports were for the victims, Clarke seemed to have made it her personal goal to question Lexa about everything.
"I thought you went home." She finally said.
"I thought you did." Clarke replied, walking over to her and handing her the mug of coffee. "How come you're still here?"
There you have it again. Lexa mentally rolled her eyes, taking the mug Clarke and muttering a small thanks before taking a sip. "I can ask you the same thing."
"Killer on the loose. New dead body everyday so far." She listed off. "So I think it's a no brained that we'll get a new one in the morning and I don't think I can go home knowing that." Clarke sat down on the table opposite their new murder board; it had taken Clarke more than a little convincing from Bellamy to finally use the board Lexa and Anya drew up instead of their old one. She was reluctant at first, consulting her board every time Agents Woods or Jones asked her something about the case. But Clarke had to admit, Lexa's one was better organized – not that she would ever hear say it.
"Me neither." Lexa replied. "But I do not think there is anything left for us to do right now." She told her. "You could go home and get some rest."
"I'd rather not." She started. "I don't want to be at home and asleep when someone else gets killed."
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The two of them ended up staying up for a few hours before finally calling it a night at around 3am. By the time she left, Clarke was sure there was no way she could put up with Agent Woods for another minute, let alone a few more days while working on the case. She was mostly just impossible to work with. There was literally nothing the two of them could agree on and Woods seemed to be under the impression that she was in charge and so she obviously knew more than Clarke and Bellamy did. If it kept going on like this, the next body they found would probably be Lexa's. If Bellamy was here, he would say that she was overreacting but Lexa…she was just impossible. Honestly, what was the point in talking to their suspects again, only to find the exact same thing we did a day ago – that they didn't do it? The only thing more annoying than Agent Woods was probably the fact that Clarke found herself looking over at her every couple of minutes. Fine, she's cute and her eyes were intoxicating but the fact that she's this annoying should make Clarke at least slightly uninterested in trying to get the agent in her bed.
Lexa really just wanted to close this case and get out of here. Detective Griffin was probably the least cooperative person Lexa has had to work with. Is it really necessary for her to question everything I asked her to do? There was a reason she re-interrogated the suspects, Lexa liked to do things herself, that way she could know there weren't mistakes. So why did Clarke have to be so difficult about it? It wasn't too much to ask, Lexa didn't even ask the detectives to talk to the suspects again; all she asked them was to bring them in again. Lexa sighed, closing her eyes for a moment and rubbing her temples as she sat in her car in the precinct's parking lot. Maybe this case wouldn't take up too long because she knew she wouldn't last very long working with someone like Clarke. As much as the detective managed to get on her nerves, there was something about her that made it very difficult for Lexa to keep her eyes off of her. Okay fine, she was cute…maybe more than just cute but Lexa knew she needed to push those thoughts out of her mind, at least till they closed the case. Maybe then it wouldn't be completely unacceptable to spend the night with her. And maybe that way, she wouldn't have to listen to Clarke talk because oh my go, one more word out of her mouth and I will lose it.
A/N: I'm not too sure about it, but since i started it, i thought why not share it. So yeah, thanks for reading. Leave a comment, let me know how bad this one really is or throw me an ask on tumblr .com (also, how amazing was that last episode? i'm still a wreck from it)