She can already feel the burn in her quad muscles as she continues to pound her feet into the concrete path, or rather paths, seeing as she's running through what seems to be a maze of back alleys right now.

'Fuck, she's fast' Clarke thinks as she continues to chase her target. They've been running for ten minutes now and every time Clarke thinks she's getting within reaching distance, the woman pushes forward and slips down yet another alleyway.
Clarke groans and pushes forward, this is NOT how she pictured her morning would go...

Its Special Agent Clarke Griffin's first day with the Bureau and she hasn't even made into HQ. This morning she was picked up in a black SUV by her new partner, Special Agent Bellamy Blake. En route to the HQ they were sitting at a stoplight when another black suv smashed into the back of them. After the initial shock of impact and checking that Blake was okay, Clarke had glanced into the rear view mirror to see a brunette woman climbing out of the drivers side of the other suv. The brunette rolled her shoulders and then lifted her gaze to meet Clarke's, her lips quickly morphing into a slight smirk before she turned and shot off into the alley on the side of road. Clarke immediately reached for her seatbelt and unbuckled it hastily before jumping out of the suv and giving chase into the brunette's direction.

So here she is, lungs burning, heart thumping as she tries to keep up with the Brunette suspect. Clarke suddenly comes to a stop at a dead end and quickly scans her surroundings. Where the hell could she have gone? Her head whips around when she hears the sound of running footsteps from behind. As Clarke turns she's met with a mass of brown hair as a body slams into hers and she's flying back first into an iron fence. Immediately her training kicks in, The brunette has both her hands on either of Clarke's shoulders, so she quickly brings her right knee up to connect with the brunette's side, it's a weak blow in her current position but it's enough to weaken the suspect's grip on her right shoulder. With that grip now loose, Clarke draws her shoulder down and forms a fist to bring back up into the suspect's stomach. It's enough to knock the brunette back and enough time for Clarke to reach for her gun, but the brunette is fast and recovers quickly.
The suspect surges forward and pushes Clarke back against the iron fence so hard that she bounces slightly, enough so that the suspect grabs Clarke's arms, turning her and pressing her face into the iron fence whilst drawing her arms behind her back.
Clarke winces as her arms are pulled up tightly, the brunette presses her front into the Agent's back as she feels warm breath hit her ear

"That actually hurt." The suspects voice is low yet surprisingly soft, Clarke's not sure why the brunette's tone surprises her, yet she's surprised all the same.

"Good! It wasn't exactly painless when you drove your car into the back of mine" Clarke spits back.

She hears the suspect release a breathy chuckle and then feels her slide her hand into the side of her blazer and take her gun.

"I'm going to release you now, I have your gun, so no sudden movements, stay still until I say so,

can you do that?" Clarke huffs, yet nods slightly.

She hears the brunette cock the gun and slowly release the tight grip on her wrists behind her back. She hears the scraping of boots against the concrete as the brunette backs up a few strides.

"Okay, you may turn around."

Clarke takes a deep breath, first day on the job and she's managed to blindly race off without her partner, get bested in a fight by her suspect and now said suspect has her at gunpoint...with her OWN gun. This is going to go down well back at HQ. She slowly turns around with her hands slightly raised.

When she's facing the suspect, she's not entirely sure what she had expected the brunette to look like, she'd only gotten a quick blurring glimpse of her smirking in the rear view mirror, but now with a close up HD view, she's surprised by what she sees.
The suspect is dressed in worn black leather jacket, a long maroon button down underneath that has about three or four of its top buttons undone. She's wearing black tight jeans that are tuck into worn black, leather ankle boots. Clarke raises her gaze up to the brunette's face and is met with intense deep green eyes that are studying Clarke just as much as she is. Long brunette curls cascade around her shoulders and her full plump lips are pulled into the same smirk she saw back at the suv.

"I know what you're thinking" The brunette starts. "This really isn't ideal for your first day at the Bureau."

"How did you-"

"All will be revealed Agent Griffin, but for now I really must run, a few errands still need to be completed and i'm kind of on a time schedule".

Clarke takes a step forward and the brunette is quick to usher her back.

"Uh-uh, stay back, I'm the one with the gun remember." The Brunette starts to take long strides backwards towards an alley entrance whilst keeping the gun pointed at Clarke. "And don't worry, I'll be sure to return your gun, I'll be seeing you." And with that the Brunette winked and shot off out of the alley. Clarke took chase immediately, but when she got to the alley opening the brunette was nowhere in sight.

'What the fuck was that' Clarke rests her hands on her hips and sighs heavily, this is the shittiest start to the day. As she looks up though, she ends up smirking herself as she spots a surveillance camera attached to one of the walls of the narrow alleyway. They can use that back at HQ and hopefully find out who the suspect was through the database.

"Gotcha".

What Agent Griffin doesn't notice, however, is the minute GPS tracker now sitting discreetly on the back of her gun holster.

After making her way back to Suv and receiving quite the earful from Agent Blake about running off without him, Clarke found herself sitting on the office of Assistant Director Marcus Kane, her Boss. Kane had just left the room after Clarke debriefed him on the events of this morning, she

internally cringed when Kane had scolded her for taking off after the suspect without calling in or waiting for Agent Blake, although she guesses he could've been harder. He'd seemed concerned when Clarke has told him of the bits of conversation that she and the suspect has exchanged, which is obviously justified, it's really not that great that some random suspect seems to know her name and her job on her first day, of which all information is supposed to be strictly confidential.

Clarke hears the door of the office open and Kane takes the seat behind his desk once again.

"Agent Jordan has been going through the surveillance footage from the alley, he captured a decent enough image of the suspect and is currently running it through the Facial Recognition Database to see if we get any matches. Hopefully we'll have something soon. I know I asked before, but are you sure you've never seen this woman before?"

"No, Sir. Never. I have no idea how she knows about-" Just then Agent Jordan enters the room.

"Sir, we have a match". Agent Jordan places a photograph down on Kane's desk and sure enough Clarke recognises the brunette suspect from this morning. In this photo, which seems to be a surveillance photo, the brunette is exiting a warehouse with a tall dark skinned man sporting a shaved mohawk. Jordan passes a Clarke and Kane each a copy of the suspects file.

It reads:

Name: Lexa Volkov

Age: 26

Nationality: American

Parents: Mother is Former Russian government agent Meera Volkov who disappeared shortly after her daughters birth in 1990. No information on her Father.

Background: Lexa Volkov was in Foster care until the age of 18. There had been sightings of her within the Azgeda mafia territory. Rumours of Volkov working for Drug lord Nia Kwin circulated back in 2009. Sightings of Volkov in Russia, Paris, London, Mexico and New Zealand have been confirmed over the years since 2010. Last known sighting was in 2013 at Heathrow Airport, London where she escaped government agents.

"Who is the man in the photograph with her?" Kane asks Agent Jordan.

Agent Jordan shrugs slightly "No information on him, he's been run through the database several times over the years and there's absolutely nothing on him. Technically he doesn't exist."

Just then an alarm starts sounding through the building. An agent Clarke hasn't met yet bursts through the door.

"Agent Reyes, what's going on out there?" Kane stands up from his desk and patiently waits for Agent Reyes to catch her breath.

"Sir, It...It...Jesus, Once sec, That was A LOT of stairs...whew-"

"Reyes!"

"Sorry Sir, It's Lexa Volkov, she's just walked into HQ and surrendered." Clarke stiffens at that. Agent Reyes then glances at Clarke and back to Kane. "She says she has information that we need on current cases, she says she has names and locations of Major Criminals on our list and that she will gladly give us that information. With one condition,she insists she will only speak with Agent Griffin."

As they all follow Agent Reyes down to the High Risk Interrogation Unit (HRIU), Clarke's mind is racing a mile a minute.
Who is this woman and why does she want to speak to me? This is my first day!

Before they enter the HRIU, Agent Reyes and Agent Jordan disappear into a door just off to the left of the HRIU Entrance, presumably an observation room. Kane takes Clarke aside and briefs her on questions they need her to ask Lexa.
Taking a deep breath, Clarke then enters the HRIU and it met by the sight of Lexa Volkov sitting in the centre of a massive black and white room on a steel chair with her hands cuffed behind her back. Lexa looks up, green eyes meeting Clarke's blue ones, and there it is again, that smirk.

"Hello, Clarke"