A/N: Clexa fic based heavily around the brilliant film D.E.B.S! They fit so perfectly had to write it. I hope you like it! Originally posted on AO3 under 'jensening'.

Longer description:

There is a secret test hidden within the SAT. This test does not measure a student's aptitude at reading, writing and arithmetic; it measures a student's ability to lie, cheat, fight and kill. Those who score well are recruited into a secret paramilitary academy. Some call them seductresses, some call them spies. Fools call them innocent. They call themselves: D.E.B.S.

Clarke Griffin is recruited into D.E.B.S academy after receiving a perfect score on the D.E.B.S aptitude test. A few years later, she is second in command in one of the most respected D.E.B.S units around, a team made up of 4 best friends: Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes and Clarke Griffin.
But now, after years in hiding, notorious super villain Lexa Diamond returns to the United States and appears to be making her move: D.E.B.S uncover she is attending a meeting with a master assassin and are sent to investigate.
What Clarke truly uncovers about Lexa Diamond, however, will be more than she ever bargained for.

Chapter One: Discipline, Energy, Beauty, Strength.

It was a beautiful morning at D.E.B.S academy. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and their newspaper lay, as always, fried by their house's protective force field at their front door. Clarke and her teammates slept quietly in their rooms, each in a deep slumber after a long night of studying. Bellamy Blake lay on his stomach in his bed, one hand tucked under his pillow with his fingers carelessly curled around the handle of his pistol - which he always kept by his side as all D.E.B.S must.

It was the sudden blaring of the alarm that woke him with a start and he flailed upwards with his pistol in hand, pointing it meaninglessly at his door. Slowly he realised what was happening and, shirtless, he clambered out of bed and shoved on his suit and tie. He clipped his pistol into the holster at his side and moved out of the room and into the hallway. The photo frames around the house all displayed Mr Kane's face, all holograms of him that yelled for them to get up and moving.

"ATTENTION D.E.B.S! ATTENTION! EMERGENCY ALERT: THAT MEANS REPORT! RIGHT NOW! RIGHT THIS SECOND!"

Bellamy at first made his way to Octavia's room. Inside, his sister lay awake and conscious but not yet up, her face shoved under her pillow as she groaned in frustration.

"Up, Octavia." Bellamy said, taking a step into the room. "Come on, you have two minutes."

"Five minutes." Was Octavia's muffled reply, and Bellamy only rolled his eyes and nodded, smiling at his sleepy sister.

"Sure, O." he replied. "Five minutes and no longer. Kane will be pissed otherwise."

"I'm his golden child." Octavia said, sticking her head out to meet her brother's eyes. "He loves me."

"Not enough for you to be late during an emergency alert." Bellamy looked at her, an eyebrow quirked in amusement. "Five minutes."

"Sure."

And with Octavia done, Bellamy stepped out of the room and shut the door, making his way next to Raven's room. The girl was often slacking off in the morning so he knew she would need a push to get up.

He pushed open the door without warning; the only indication Raven was even alive in her mess of covers was the singular hand that flopped lazily out of the bottom of the covers.

"Raven," he started, sterner than he was with his sister. "Raven, come on. Kane is freaking out." And then he spoke a little louder as he ripped open her curtains: "Get up!"

And Raven's head jolted up, her eyes blinking widely as she tried to acclimate to the sudden light in her room. She squinted at Bellamy who stood again by the door with his arms crossed, and collapsed her head into her hands.

"Make him shut up." She begged, whining.

"You gotta get up, Raven. Emergency alert."

And so Raven nodded, taking a deep breath. She looked around a little and sighed. "Have you seen my gun?"

Bellamy looked at her indignantly and rolled his eyes. He uncrossed his arms and pointed finger to the floor where, just peeking out from under her bed, Raven's silenced USP. 45 lay clumsily. "I'm surprised you haven't shot yourself yet."

Raven flashed him the finger and with a laugh Bellamy made his way from the room. Just before he shut the door, however, he turned back with a serious expression and said: "And no boys allowed upstairs."

"You're a boy, asshole."

"I'm a D.E.B.S, Reyes." He said, and frowned. "And I'm not allowed girls in my room either."

Raven acknowledged him with a groaned and pulled back her covers, unveiling a shirtless blonde guy with a beard, who rubbed at his eyes in tired confusion." Wha…?" he mumbled.

"Out." Raven ordered, stern and unbothered.

Bellamy shut the door.

And it was at last that he made his way to Clarke's room, where he was happy to see the girl already up and dressed, and he smiled at her. "Clarke, thank God you're up at least."

Bellamy had always had a soft spot for the girl, his best friend. She was the very image of what a D.E.B.S should be: she was smart and beautiful, cunning and clever, athletic and strong – emotionally and physically. She was the Perfect Score.

"Of course I'm up Bell, it's an emergency alert." Clarke collected her bag and threw it over her shoulder, smiling at the boy. She already had her pistol holstered at her side, ready for anything. She looked as harmless as anything, too, but she was more dangerous than even she knew.

"We gotta get down to the car."

"Sure," Clarke replied, but the ringing of the phone stopped her. Bellamy watched her curiously as she picked it and sighed almost straight after hearing who it was.

Bellamy could easily guess.

"Hi, Finn."

And immediately Bellamy frowned, knowing he had been right.

"No," Clarke replied to whatever her ex-boyfriend had said; she sounded exacerbated and scrunched up her eyes in annoyance. "No! I'm not talking about this anymore."

She put down the phone and Bellamy offered her a thumbs up in support.

Her mobile rang a moment later, and the two of them were stopped dead in their tracks, only managing to make it to the hallway.

"That's a record," Bellamy offered. He noticed that Kane had begun to count down, and a churn of worry stirred in his stomach.

"Five."

Clarke sighed. "We're going to be late." She said, but answered it anyway. "Finn, I'm seriously not talking about this anymore. And this is not a good time."

"Four."

She hung up again and shoved her phone in her bag to stop her answering it.

But then her watch rang a moment later. "When?" Finn asked, desperate and upset. Bellamy wanted to punch the little picture of him on Clarke's watch. "When is a good time?!"

"Three."

"Stop calling!" Clarke said firmly, and hung up the watch.

"Two."

Bellamy shook his head. "Jesus, that guy –"

But Clarke ignored him.

"One."

"Let's get going."

The car ride was hectic; Raven took the driver's seat and drove faster than their car could take – and it had been specially modified for their unit! She wove in and out of traffic on both lanes, and whilst she and Octavia were laughing in the front, Octavia waving her arms high in the air, Bellamy clutched for dear life in the back and Clarke simply sat there unbothered, arms neatly crossed in her lap.

The truth was, she could not stop thinking about Finn. The situation was conflicting. He did not feel right for her; she was not in love with him. She had never been in love with him, but still she had been eight months deep into a relationship with him. Breaking up with him had been right; he did not understand her. She wanted more than anything to be an artist and that was something none of her friends understood.

Bellamy, their fearless leader, was amazing at his job and loved it and knew that this was all he wanted to do; Octavia was much the same. Raven was, sure, having fun and occasionally dismissing orders, but she was very tech-savvy and one of the best agents D.E.B.S had.

The only thing that really made Clarke feel like she belonged was her reputation of the 'Perfect Score', but even that felt very alienating; everyone expected so much of her. She did not think she could deliver.

And so she turned her head and addressed her friends: "I broke up with Finn!" She spoke loudly to combat the wind.

"What?" Octavia replied, looking behind her at Clarke.

"I broke up with Finn!" Clarke said again, leaning forward and enunciating each word.

Octavia gaped at her. "Oh my God! Why?"

And Clarke's only thought was: well doesn't that hit the nail on the head.

She did not want Finn. They did not click and he did not understand her.

But she could not say that, so instead she said another reason they broke up, this one just as true as all her other reasons. "He was just so boring."

Raven nodded in understanding, thankfully not taking her eyes from the road. "He was an ass."

Well, Clarke figured, seeing as Finn was also Raven's ex-boyfriend she would know better than anyone. Clarke could not believe it when she found out Finn had been dating Raven when he had first asked her out. Pig. Why did she continue to date him after that?

Recently Clarke had been wondering if it was simply because he was there, and it was expected of her.

"I figured you had." Bellamy said to Clarke, gaining back some of the colour in his cheeks as the academy rolled into sight. "Raven's right, the guy was an ass."

Clarke could only wonder where Bellamy had been eight months ago, when everyone had pushed her to date him and Raven had not talked to her for a week afterwards.

"Well I like him," Octavia said, "I think he's sweet."

He was sweet, Clarke thought. But he was also very irresponsible and childish for someone who worked in Homeland Security, and he was also unable to understand her dreams.

"But I'm just not in love." Clarke said to her, and restrained from sighing at how sad the thought made her. Eight months of her life – were they wasted with Finn?

"What?!"

They pulled into the academy, and the noise died down considerably. Exacerbated, Clarke still shouted to the three of them, fed up of not being heard.

"I said I want to be in love!"

And they stared at her. Clarke dared to hope that for a moment their looks were that of understanding, but after a moment Octavia only raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Why are you yelling?"

And Clarke groaned, rolled her eyes and got out of the car. As if telling them would lead to understanding; they were all so involved with D.E.B.S they barely took time to breathe – apart from Raven, who often took too much time to breathe, often ending with a guy under her and Bellamy scowling at her for having a man in the house after curfew. Clarke thought it was funny, and the 'no guy after curfew' rule was stupid anyway. Clarke had definitely seen Echo leaving Bellamy's room many early mornings.

The four of them made their way into the academy and quickly took seats at the booth where Marcus Kane sat, waiting for them patiently with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Marcus." Octavia said, taking a seat and sliding over.

"Don't call me that." Marcus replied.

"Hey, Marcus!"

"What's up, Marcus!"

"Yo, my man Marcus."

Marcus Kane sighed and shook his head, unimpressed with their lack of professionalism, but still could not help the amused smile from slipping onto his face.

After everyone had ordered their food from the waitress (Raven only ordered a black coffee because apparently she was fueled on caffeine which, Clarke thought, would explain a lot) and settled down, Marcus immediately got down to business.

"With have a special guest with us this morning."

And Clarke knew immediately that it was her mother, the CEO of D.E.B.S; the woman she had scarcely seen for the first eighteen years of her life. The woman who Clarke had now, since attending D.E.B.S and achieving the perfect score, seen rarely and who referred to her own daughter purely as "Miss Griffin" around company. The few times they had been alone, Abby had hugged Clarke like she would never let go; it was a gesture that always saddened Clarke because it was so wonderful to be in her mother's arms and yet – and yet, she thought bitterly, a small part of her always whispered to her: too little, too late.

She did not at all resent her mother; she understood that this was a job, and her job was the most important of all and very, very important to Abby personally; Clarke's dad had constantly explained this to her throughout her childhood. Clarke understood it. But that did not mean she did not miss having a mother.

Marcus did not look at Clarke when he spoke. "It's Mrs Griffin."

Raven's jaw immediately dropped. "Mrs Griffin?!" she said, looking at Marcus and then to Clarke. "She never comes down here!"

Clarke simply sat silently and waited for her mother to make her dramatic entrance. Which she did, a moment later, materializing in front of the five of them in a blue technological haze.

Clarke hated that Abby's eyes snapped to hers the second she arrived, she hated that it was but a single hovering moment before they left her. "Ladies," Abby began, eyes sweeping over the four of them. "And gentleman."

Bellamy nodded in respect. "Mrs Griffin, I just wanted to say what a pleasure it is to finally meet you –"

Abby held up her hand, and he fell silent. "No time for pleasantries." Bellamy did not look discouraged when she looked away from him and turned to Marcus. "Kane, a matter of some urgency has come to my attention."

The team were practically on the edge of their seats in anticipation. Abby Griffin would not come were it not important, were it not top secret. Abby Griffin had summoned them specifically because they were the top dogs at D.E.B.S. And they were about to be given a mission by the name, the myth, the legend herself: the leader and CEO of D.E.B.S and one of the most powerful women alive.

"Lexa Diamond is back in the States."

And it was as if the room fell silent.

Around them the people still chatted and laughed, still ate and did last-minute studying. But to them, to the six gathered around this little, insignificant table, the air was suddenly humid and stuffy; the room was suddenly small and silent.

That name was as notorious as it was deadly.

Octavia was the first to break the silence. "Lexa Diamond? Oh my god."

"Shit." Raven echoed.

But Clarke was quickest to speak, suddenly smiling wildly in excitement. "You're kidding! I'm writing my thesis on her."

Abby did not acknowledge that, at least not outwardly. Instead she locked her eyes back on Kane and spoke more with words she did not say than those she did. "I expect to be kept in the loop on this one."

And Marcus nodded in understanding.

Abby took a step back, clapped her hands and looked at them all again, her eyes sharp and serious. She kept herself determined and unperturbed as if the news of Lexa Diamond's returned wasn't the largest event since she had disappeared two years prior. "I expect some good work from you, team. Let's hustle."

And, as quickly as she came, she disappeared in a whirlwind of blue.

And the table sat in another silence.

"Wow," Clarke said, breathless. "I can't believe she's back."

The Lexa Diamond was back: the leader of illegal arms running, smuggling, gambling, diamond theft. The woman who had inherited her father's massive kingdom and now ran it with nothing but the help of her sidekick, Lincoln, and their band of loyal mercenaries known to most as the 'Grounders'. The woman who had so much money she could throw diamonds onto the victims she killed, or leave chucks of them at the places she robbed. This was the woman who tried to sink Australia.

Lexa Diamond was fearless, fierce, rich and beautiful. Nobody had ever faced her and lived.

But Clarke, along with her team, would be the next ones to try.