"I remember when I first started this job there was a lot of action. You know? Shootouts, neck breaking." Octavia drawled from her spot sprawled out in the back of Lexa's car while Lexa snapped photos of their current number. "When did that turn into sitting in a car for hours watching some sexy school teacher on a date with a mediocre white boy?"

Clarke snorted out a laugh in her ear, probably just as bored as she was, considering she was watching the same woman from down the scope of a sniper rifle. Octavia figured she should count herself lucky, at least she was in a heated car while Clarke was on a roof in midtown New York in late November.

"Said sexy teacher is in danger, Octavia, we don't just do this for shootouts and action." Raven commented on her ear. She was probably the most comfortable of the four of them, sitting on the rundown subway station they called home in front of her computer.

"And said mediocre white boy is shifty," Lexa murmured, peering down at the screen of her camera.

"He picked up her phone while she was in the bathroom, I didn't see what he did with it but you do not pickup the phone of a girl you only just met." Clarke said. "Kid's a creep, I could easily just take him out right now. Give him a little warning shot to the knee, maybe a little warning shot to the left side of his chest."

"Checking a girls phone doesn't warrant bullet to the chest, Clarke." Raven argued.

"I dunno, Reyes, if I every caught Lexa checking my phone I would need to teach her a lesson."

Lexa snored at that, bringing her camera up to her face. "Don't make promises you can't keep, honey."

"Oh, I think you are very well aware of just how well I can keep my promises, baby."

"How did they meet?" Octavia asked, interrupting their flirtatious banter between the not-quite-girlfriends.

"Tinder, he has met a lot of women on there, actually." Raven answered.

"How do we know she is in danger? She could so easily be the perp, femme fatale, black widow." Octavia yawned, feeling around inside the bag on the floor to find the beef jerky she had brought along with her. "Kinda sexiest that you just assume mediocre white boy is the threat."

"You better not make a mess in my back seat." Lexa glanced at Octavia over her shoulder, sending her a warning look. "I warned you not to bring any food at all."

"I get snacky," Octavia defended with a shrug.

"I would have been sexiest if I implicated him without any reasonable evidence."

"You have evidence that the guy is a creep?" Clarke asked, flipping the safety on and off as she watched the couple.

"More than a creep," Raven hummed. "I decided to run the women he has met on tinder and out of the thirty women he spoke too, twenty five of them he met in person. Of those twenty five ten of them are missing."

"One is a coincidence, two is suspicious-" Clarke muttered.

"Ten is a serial killer." Lexa added.

"It could be a coincidence, we need proof."

"I could sneak into his apartment," Octavia offered, perking up at the prospect of getting out of the car and actually doing something.

"They just got their food," Clarke supplied, watching the couple in the restaurant. "She would have an hour, tops."

"I will send you the profiles of the women who have gone missing. A guy like this will keep trophies, you find those and take one of them to Lincoln down at the precinct. He can test it to make sure they actually belong to one of the missing women." Raven ordered, and Octavia grinned, reaching into the front seat to drop of beef jerk into Lexa's lap before grabbing her gun, slipping it into the back of the waistband of her jeans. "That will take a few hours at best so we will need to keep an eye on him for a little while longer." She explained, "And Octavia?"

"Yes, babe?" Octavia pulled on her leather jacket as she headed for the guys house a few blocks over.

"Please don't shoot anyone." Raven sounded exasperated as she spoke, and none of the girls could really blame her, they all had a relatively happy trigger finger. They rarely killed people, Raven had taught them to go for the knees and hands. Which was strange to them. Octavia was ex black ops, Lexa was ex CIA, and Clarke was an ex hired assassin (who, in her defence, only took jobs that involved killing some very bad people) they were so used to killing people.

"I'm ex military, Raven, I can control myself. If you could be worried about anyone it's the assassin on the roof who is so happy-go-lucky with her safety switch."

The clicking of Clarke's safety switch stopped with Octavia's words and the line was silent for a few seconds before Clarke spoke up.

"I'm bored, okay? Unlike you two I don't have a phone of music to keep me occupied." Clarke defended. "And, hey, I could easily been black ops too."

"You have the skill set, sure." Octavia agreed. "But you are as easy to control as a rabid dog."

"Okay, one; fuck you. And two; I just didn't agree with that the military was up to."

"So you shot your superior officer?"

"Stabbed, actually." Clarke corrected flippantly. "And that was justified, too."

Octavia decided not to ask, she wasn't even sure she wanted to know what Clarke considered a good enough reason to stab someone.

"You children quite finished? Can we get on with saving the sexy school teacher?" Raven questioned in a irritated voice.

"She started it." Clarke muttered and she could almost feel Raven and Lexa roll their eyes.

It wasn't even five minutes later when Octavia told them she was inside the man's apartment.

"It's nice, clean. Ridiculously clean, actually." Octavia commented. "If I was trophies from a sociopath's killing spree where would I be?"

"Vents," Clarke answered, rolling her eyes at the silence. "Okay, I can imagine the face you are all pulling but I'm not a sociopath."

"No," Lexa hummed, distracted by snapping pictures of their Number. "Psychopath, maybe, but not a sociopath."

"Wow, thanks, Lexa."

"What? Believe it or not that was me sticking up for you."

"Maybe you should work on that,"

"Sociopath or not she was right." Octavia pulled out the little plastic baggy she had with her, dropping one of the pieces of jewellery into it. "This isn't looking good, there are ten pieces of jewellery here."

"Take it to Lincoln, I have already sent him over what I have found."

"Does that mean we can leave?"

"No, sexy teachers number came up for a reason, keep an eye on her until she is home." Raven commanded and Clarke huffed.

"What does profile say?" Clarke asked.

"Not much. She's a French teacher, enjoyed travelling, into men and women-"

"Say no more," Clarke interrupted, disassembling her gun and putting it away in its case before heading for the stairs.

"What are you up to?" Raven asked.

"The girls obviously creeped out by this kid, so I'm going to help her out." Clarke answered, stopping off at Lexa's car to drop of her gun, giving Lexa a playful grin. "Try not to get too jealous."

"Please, you love me." Lexa scoffed, grinning at the lack of arguing from Clarke.

Clarke called up the restaurant, asking for the man and waited for him to disappear inside before making a move to sit at the table across from their number.

"Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt if you are actually having a good time but I was sitting at the bar and-" Clarke motioned to the bar as she smiled at the woman across from her. "That guy gives me the creeps, and I think maybe her creeps you out too."

"How could you tell?"

"Good judge of character," Clarke shrugged, offering her hand to the woman. "I'm Clarke."

"Sarah,"

"Sarah," Clarke repeated with a flirtatious smile. "And what's a pretty woman like you doing with a deadbeat like him?"

"Lame," Clarke heard Octavia mutter in her ear but she ignored it.

"Tinder,"

"Ah, say no more." Clarke laughed. "So, what do you do when you're not on dates with creepy men?"

"I'm a teacher, I teach French at the local college."

"Ah, Français." Clarke hummed in a flawless French accent, taking her friends on the coms completely by surprise. "I vécu en France pendant quelques années. Lyon pour être précis, belle ville."

"Okay, that's hot." Raven commented and Octavia hummed in agreement.

"Lyon is beautiful, how long have you been back in the states?"

"I've been back in the states for a few months now, but I had been travelling the world previous too that."

Sarah smile, resting her elbows on the table and her chin on her hand, obviously interested. "Do you speak any other languages?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you how many,"

"Try me,"

"Six, not including English."

Sarah's eyebrows raised in surprise and Octavia muttered 'bullshit' in her ear. "What other languages do you speak?"

"French, Italian, Mandarin, Latin, Russian and Arabic."

"That's very impressive."

Clarke smiled charmingly, her body going into full alert when she felt someone walk up behind her.

"Can I help you?" A gruff voice asked and she turned around to see the man standing there, looking unimpressed.

"Leaving would be helpful," Clarke muttered dismissively, turning back to Sarah.

"I'm on a date,"

"Not anymore, you made the lady uncomfortable, so I decided to intervene."

"There's no way-" the man grabbed onto Clarke's shoulder and before her could even finish his sentence Clarke had him pressed up against a nearby wall, his arm twisted behind his back.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you to not touch a lady without her permission?"

"You ain't no lady," the man argued, yelping in pain when Clarke pushed his arm a little further up his back. "Alright, alright."

"Now, get outta here before I break it along with your jaw, okay?" Clarke hissed against his ear before shoving him away, waiting for him to scurry around corner before she turned to Sarah, nodding her head in the direction of the street. "Walk you home?"

"That's okay, I'm only a block over."

"Still. I mean, I have no doubt you could handle yourself but it would really make me feel better if I say you get into your home safe."

"You're quite charming, aren't you?" Sarah commented as she stood up.

"I wouldn't say that, I just want to see a pretty lady home safe," Clarke offered her elbow to Sarah was a grin, kinking her eyebrow at her. "You can tell me about any time you've spent in France, or anywhere else, on our walk."

"Okay," Sarah agreed with an almost bashful smile, holding onto Clarke's bicep as they began walking.

Lexa followed the creep, handing him off to Octavia when he got to his apartment, telling her she was going to pick up Clarke.

"So, do you really speak those languages?" Lexa asked when Clarke met her at the corner of Sarah's street.

"Don't sound so surprised, I've been to places all over the world."

"But when did you learn Latin?"

"I was bored for a few months during high school." Clarke shrugged dismissively, like learning Latin in a few months was ridiculously impressive.

Lexa muted her earpiece, leaning over to mute Clarke's too before hooking her fingers around the back of her neck and pulling her in close. "I find it incredibly sexy that you speak more than one language." Lexa husked against her lips, causing Clarke to swallow thickly.

"Ты пахнешь говядину," Clarke breathed, smirking when Lexa's eyes darkened.

"What does that mean?"

"You smell like beef,"

"Oh, fuck off." Lexa huffed, shoving Clarke back against the seat and unmuting her coms.

Clarke laughed loudly, unmuting her own coms. "We are heading over to you now, Octavia,"

"Lincoln just text me telling me he is trying to get a warrant, once Lexa and Clarke get there you can head down to the precinct with that ring then head home."

"Thank god," Octavia grumbled. "I'm still a little turned on from Clarke speaking French."

"You think that's hot you should hear me speak Italian," Clarke said, smirking when Octavia groaned. "You wanna take this to a private line, O? I could take dirty to you in any language you want."

"Don't tempt me,"

"Looks like you'll need learn a new language, Reyes." Lexa commented teasingly.

"Nah, she doesn't need a gimmick, her skills in bed well above par."

"Damn right." Raven said smugly.

"Uh, guys," Octavia muttered distractedly. "Good news and bad news. One of the missing women are still alive, bad news-"

"Not for long," Raven finished. "I just got the number through of one of the missing women."

"Why didn't we get her number before now? Or the number of any of the other missing women?"

"I don't know," Raven shot back. "How long until you get to a good vantage point, Clarke?"

"Couple of minutes," Clarke replied, reaching into the back to grab her gun case.

"I don't think we have that long." Octavia stressed, watching down the binoculars as the creepy guy dragged the woman by her hair out toward his living room. "He is pissed, probably that his date when so horribly. I should go in while you guys make your way here."

"Is he armed?" Raven asked.

"Your gun is in my car, O." Lexa added.

"He has a gun but by the time he will be using it Clarke will by here."

"This is a bad idea," Raven muttered.

"It is our only idea," Octavia corrected as she made her way down the stairs.

"Warning shot?" Clarke asked as she reassembled her gun, looking almost jovial as she done so.

"Maybe," Raven said warningly. "And not a warning shot to the chest."

"You are no fun," Clarke muttered, fixing the scope on her gun.

They were a block away when Octavia climbed through one of the open windows and engaged with the creepy guy.

"Listen, buddy, you don't need to do this." Octavia tried to reason and Clarke reached into the back to find Octavia's weapon, handing it off to Lexa.

"You go in first, things will balance out if you have a weapon but don't shoot unless you have too, we don't want to attract attention to ourselves." Clarke ordered and Lexa agreed readily, to distracted by listening to Octavia trying to talk this guy down to tell Clarke to stop ordering her around.

"Oh no, I do need to do this, actually. See, I have a problem, and the only way I've found to remedy that problem is this. Killing them. That's the onto way to shut them up."

Clarke ran to the fifth floor of the building across from the guys house, paying the druggies in the apartment with the best vantage point one hundred dollars to leave for a little while, which he was more than happy to accept.

She propped the stand of the rifle on the windowsill, resting the butt of the gun against her shoulder as she peered down the scope, accounting for Lexa, who had her own gun levelled at the guy, and Octavia before setting her sights on the guy.

"Okay, I'm set."

"Good news, Lincoln got a warrant to check this guys place based on the tinder stuff we sent, he and Niylah are on their way over now."

"Do you think your bullet will kill me fast enough for me not to put a bullet in you?"

"Reyes," Clarke drawled, not liking the fact that this guy was threatening Lexa's life, remaining entirely focused on keeping this guy in her line of site. "He's threatening one of the team."

"There was more of us than you," Lexa argued.

"You two are hardly intimidating,"

"Maybe not," Lexa hummed, motioning vaguely toward the guys window. "But we have a very skilled killer for hire in that building waiting for the signal to take you out."

"Aw, you think I'm very skilled?" Clarke said but Lexa ignored her.

"Yeah, right, I'm not falling for that." He scoffed, his grip not loosening on the woman's hair.

"Clarke, turn on your laser site." Raven suggest.

Clarke's flicked the switch, the laser landing directly in between the guys eyes, causing him to scurry backwards, Clarke easily following his movements.

"Last chance, buddy, put the gun down or she puts a hole in your skull." Lexa warned.

"I almost don't want him to put his gun away." Clarke murmured, one eye closed and her tongue peeking out of her mouth as she watched the guy carefully.

He did drop the gun, though, and the woman scampered into Octavia's arms, thanking her and Lexa over and over.

Lincoln showed up a few minutes later to an empty house other than the guy bound with duct tape on his living room floor while Lexa drove the distraught girl home, telling her to go with her parents to the local police station.

They watched her walk to the door and waited for the door to open before driving off.

"Job well done," Raven greeted them, grinning at Octavia from her desk chair as she made her way over, placing a hand on the arms Raven's desk chair and dipping down to kiss her. "That was brave of you going in there without a weapon."

"Please, the dude was a punk." Octavia scoffed, kicking off her boots and heading into the 'kitchen' for a beer (their kitchen was really a couple of mini fridges, a camping stove and a microwave.

"I miss the shootouts," Clarke grumbled as she made her way toward her makeshift room she shared with Lexa that had been fashioned out of an old subway cart.

"You saved a woman's life, isn't that exciting enough."

"Not even close," Clarke called as she disappeared.

"Isn't she charming," Lexa muttered sarcastically, also heading for the subway cart.

Clarke was sprawled out on her cot, her head buried in her arms.

"You okay?" Lexa questioned, taking a seat beside Clarke's cot, her back pressing against it as she took apart her gun to clean it.

"Tired, bored." Clarke answered and Lexa hummed, reaching under Clarke's cot for the cleaning kit.

"Where did you learn Russian?" Lexa asked after a long stretch of silence.

"I was captured and kept in a Russian camp a few years back," Clarke answered nonchalantly, her cheek resting on her arm and her eyes drooping tiredly as she watched Lexa work. "There was a kid in the cage beside me, she taught me."

"How long where you in there for?" Lexa asked and she was now beginning to realise that, even after a year of knowing Clarke she didn't really know much about her previous life as an assassin. She figured it was down to both of them having major trust issues.

"Two hundred and sixteen days. And ten hours, but who was counting?" Clarke answered without much real thought, stretching out her arms as she yawned, reminding Lexa a lot of a sleepy kitten. "I'll tell you, though, the Russian's get a rep for being savage but the guys I had were bumbling idiots. I was almost disappointed."

Lexa smiled, shaking her head at Clarke, this conversation solidifying what Lexa had always suspected, this girl was virtually unbreakable. Sure, she would a few bruises and broken bones, a few dings to the armour, but she was unbreakable. "I know this thing with us is just a way of letting off steam or whatever but if you ever need to talk about anything I'm here for you."

"There's nothing really to talk about. We've all been through shit, you know?" Clarke shrugged, reaching over to grab onto Lexa's chin and tilt her head back, pressing a firm kiss to Lexa's lips. "Now, how about you stop playing with your toys and come up here and play with me."

"I'm going to make you swear in every language you know," Lexa smirked, letting her head fall back against the canvas mattress as she tapped Clarke's cheek with the muzzle of her gun.

"Put that gun away unless you plan on putting it to good use." Clarke challenged, completely unfazed but having a weapon pointed at her.

Lexa placed the gun on the floor, turning onto her knees and sitting up a little straighter.

Clarke followed her movements, sitting up when Lexa did, sitting back on her haunches, giving Lexa a look she had come to know as her bedroom eyes.

Lexa crawled onto Clarke's cot, taking the girls bottom lip in between her own in an eager kiss.

Clarke grinned at the eagerness, her fingers caressing Lexa's jaw tenderly, an action that was completely contradictory to everything Clarke was.

"Quam pulchra es," Clarke whispered against Lexa's lips, grinning at the hooded look Lexa gave her.

"That better not mean something offensive," Lexa warned.

"It means 'you are beautiful' in Latin,"

"God, you are such a sap sometimes." Lexa huffed.

"And no one would ever believe you." Clarke grinned like she had just came up with some grand evil plan, grabbing Lexa around the waist and flipping them over, stalling when the cot creaked in protest. "What I would do for a proper bed, and a proper apartment." Clarke grumbled, ducking her head to kiss and bite her way down Lexa's neck.

"We are technically fugitives, countless government agencies want our heads. It is a miracle we are alive at all." Lexa commented, a little soft little moan escaping her lips when Clarke sucked particularly hard on her pulse point. "If we try to live a normal life the only bed we will have is a casket."

"Mm," Clarke hummed. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

Lexa threaded her fingers through Clarke's hair, her eyes fluttering closed as she tilted her head a little to give Clarke better access.

"We both know that two broken things together will just produce a monumentally more broken product," Clarke whispered against Lexa's ear as she slid her hands up her stomach, snagging her tshirt with her thumbs and pushing it up as she went. "But we both also know that this, this isn't just to let off steam."

"Then what is it?"

Clarke shrugged, drawing circles on Lexa's stomach as she pulled back to peer down at her. "I don't know, I've been kind of dumb to my feelings since I learned to turn them off very early on in life. What I do know is that the only time I every really feel anything is during high action mission and when I'm with you." Clarke admitted. "I don't know what that means, I don't really care either, I'm quite content here with you."

Lexa smiled up at Clarke, leaning up to gently bump their noses together before moving in for a kiss but stopped when Raven's voice rang from the main area of their hideout.

"New number," Clarke groaned, her face falling against Lexa's neck. "Drug lord."

Clarke perked up at that, grinning down at Lexa. "With drug lords usually comes-"

"Shootouts." Lexa finished, managing to steal another quick kiss from Clarke before the blonde was off the cot and over to the locker she had commandeered for her weapons.

"We head out in five" Raven called while Clarke giddily riffled through her weapons, sliding her pistol into the back of her jeans.

Lexa got off the cot and walked over to her, sliding her arms around her waist, dropping a kiss to the back of her neck. "Let's go kill or protect a drug lord."

"We aren't killing anyone," Raven argued as she talked past the door.

"She's such a bore," Lexa rolled her eyes, moving away from Clarke to get her own weapon.

"As long as I get to shoot someone in happy,"

"What a cute little psycho," Lexa teased, ducking out the way of one of the bullets Clarke threw at her, flashing Clarke a smile. "My little psycho,"

"Get outta here," Clarke huffed but she couldn't stop the smile from appearing on her lips as she turned back to the locker.

It wasn't love, at least not in the conventional, teen romance novel kind of way, but it was something. Something that made two people who haven't felt anything for a really long time feel something. It didn't mend them, at this point they actually functioned better broken, but it patched them up, made them smile amongst the threat of being killed by every government agency out there. It made the smile when, really, they had no real reason to smile at all.

So, sure, it might not be what love looked like to most people but to them, it was more than enough.