Clarke takes a few seconds to adjust to the craziness that the ER has turned into, but it doesn't take too long before she's looking at charts and talking to the paramedics. After the team had received the phone call letting them know they six injured people were on their way, Dr. Abby made sure everyone was prepared. Extra of everything, nurses ready, beds available.

"Interns, this is your moment. This is one of those moments when you get to actually do something and use your hands to save people. Let's never forget this", she tell them and her blue eyes are shining, very much like Clarke's. And she knows this and looks up at her mother. Sure, Clarke knows her mother's reputation has opened some doors for her, but it is her hard work that will make sure Clarke becomes a doctor, a healer, a surgeon one day.

Then the doors of the ER were pushed open.

Paramedics rushed in. Three of them male, three female. Three of them suspects. Three of them detectives. Three good guys and three bad guys? If only things were so black and white, Clarke reflected before joining in the action. Tucking a blonde hair strand, Clarke moves next to a paramedic who's just arrived to the ER.

"So what do we have here?", she asks and begins walking into the ER with them.

Half an hour goes by before Clarke has to use the the defibrillator. She knew it was meant to happen. A shooting. What is wrong with the world? She manages to save the patient but these are not the words she's looking for. She's not a savior (like so many of her arrogants med school fellows seem to think of themselves), she's there just to help out.

"Nice job, Dr. Griffin", Dr. Pike offers. He's a tall black man who's been just elected as Chief of Trauma. Her mother on the other hand has been in charge of the Surgery team for ten years now. "I will take the patient into ICU, nice going", he offers her a small smiles and she doesn't make out anything out of it. Instead, she goes back into the ER. It' not busy anymore, patients have been dispatched to other areas. It almost looks as if nothing had happened. Almost.

"Hey Clarke, want to give me a hand here?", it's Bellamy, a friend from school and fellow intern. He's nice most of the time. "You know how I feel about stitches", he motions holding needle and the thread.

"Oh, c'me on, Bell", she mouths. She can't see the patient who's sitting on the bed but she doesn't want to embarrass her friend. Bellamy is standing next to the bed, the patient sitting there and the curtain in the ER barely opened.

"Oh, she knows how much I hate needles", he explains.

"And I've been trying to have him page a different doctor or nurse for the past 10 minutes with no luck so far. I should be out of here by now", the patient replies.

"Well, I was cleaning this up, I am good at that. The rest of it? Not so much", he explains shrugging. "I'll be a good MD, that would be all".

Clarke walks up to them, she first sees long brown hair, a hint of a shoulder. The patient sights, Clarke can't blame her for being so desperate to get out of there.

"I am sorry, I am Dr. Griffin, I will take care of this Bell, you can leave"

"I owe you one, Clarke"

"Yeah, next time…", but he's gone before she can finish that sentence. Again, most of the time he's fine but now. Not so much.

"I apologize for this whole thing, most days he's a professional"

"Well, yeah. As long as the other doctors are more responsible. They have the lives of many people on their hands, they have my people's lives in their hands right now"

"Are you… a detective?", Clarke doesn't like to assume things. The patient is well dressed and has good manners, but that doesn't mean a thing.

"Special Agent Lexa Woods", she says shaking Clarke's with her good hand.

"And why exactly are you here and there's no chart?"

"I asked your friend to just take care of this. I've seen worse, I am sure you have as well and I just want to get out of here and go see my squad. I don't need much more, really. I know how to take care of myself, Dr. Griffin"

"Call me Clarke. And you should be taking this injuries more seriously. This is no game Lexa, this is your life we're talking about"

Lexa remains silent.

"Do you want to explain how did this even happened?"

"Life on the line…", Clarke's prepping up the needle. "I stayed behind knowing my team had a better view on the house we were about to break into"

First stitch. Lexa doesn't move.

"Truth is, it was just a silly accident. There was a fence and I got caught and almost tripped. Rookie mistake."

Second stitch. Lexa is stoic.

"So my arm got smashed against some shattered glass. Stupid. But the suspects were already trying to escape. I didn't have time to look back. I know I managed to shoot at one of them"

Third stitch.

"They tried to run away, but we of course stopped them. I called the ambulance. And now we're here and I would really like to know how my crew is doing"

"They're ok, Lexa. And I am sure you need to go up there and interrogate the suspects, and you'd love to be done here and you are, so there… I still don't feel ok with you not having a chart"

"I will pay…"

"No! Not because of that. I mean, that's not my concern, but someone should follow up on those stitches. And you need to take some pills". Clarke takes her receipts from her coat. "Here, take this every 4 hours and then this every 8. Just… here, take some", she hands her some free samples.

"Thank you Doctor"

"Don't mention it... Seriously, don't"

"Let me take you out for lunch? I mean, as thank you and then… maybe you could check my stitches"

"Really?"

"I'm sorry, you really don't have to…"

"It's fine Lexa. Here's my number", Clarke takes the receipt and scribbles down her number. "Text me, we'll figure out the details"

"Thanks. I, uhm…"

"Should go look for your team, yes"

"Yeah, my boss is looking for me. It was one of our first mission as a team, without senior supervision"

"It could have gone worse"

"Yeah, that's exactly what he texted before, he's just glad we got the suspects"

"Right"

Lexa stands up and takes her coat from a near by chair. She looks at Clarke and for the first time the doctor actually notices big green eyes looking at her. They're bright but hesitant. She looks tired but knowing the night will be long.

Clarke knows this to be true also for herself. Lexa motions goodbye.

"Thank you Doctor. I will see you soon", and walks away.

Clarke looks at her watch. Only 6 more hours to go.