Just a warning, I am making this up as I go along so it's probably going to be full of plot holes.


It's not the first time Clarke has had to be rescued from a mission, but it certainly is the most embarrassing, and not just because she's handcuffed to a bed in her (admittedly very nice) underwear.

The first rescue was when she was a rookie, and she was pulled from the operation because it turned out to be more dangerous than expected. So, not her fault.

This time, totally her fault.

"Do not say anything," she says as soon as Harper and Monroe walk into the room dressed as cleaning ladies. It's the next morning and Clarke had not really had much sleep on account of being handcuffed to a bed all night. Seriously, what had taken them so long? Harper and Monroe look at each other with huge smirks on their faces. Clarke scowls at them.

"Will you just get me out of these things?" she huffs.

Back at headquarters, wearing last night's dress, she bypasses her mother's office (she doesn't particularly feel like explaining how she managed to let Blake get away last night) in favour of a different Blake. She had plenty of time to think last night and it hadn't taken her very long to figure out how Bellamy knew who she was.

She finds Octavia leaning over Maya's desk, laughing about something. She's not going to be laughing much longer. Clarke strides up to her, shoves her away from Maya's desk and pins her against the wall roughly, grabbing her by the front of her shirt.

"Oh my god," Maya jumps up.

"Like it rough, do you Griffin?" Octavia smirks.

"No relation," Clarke spits. "That's what you said." Octavia's smirk drops.

"Clarke," Octavia starts, but Clarke doesn't really want to hear it.

"Did you really think I wouldn't figure it out?" Clarke growls.

"Of course I knew you would," Octavia rolls her eyes. "I can't even believe you believed me in the first place." Clarke can hardly believe it either, but she had trusted Octavia, and Blake wasn't an uncommon name and Octavia and Bellamy even had different ethnicities for crying out loud.

"What's going on?" Maya asks. Clarke ignores her.

"So what is he? Cousin?" Clarke asks.

"Brother," Octavia corrects. Clarke sneers at her. Of course they'd known Octavia had a brother, but according to records, they'd been separated when Octavia was ten and hadn't seen each other since.

"I'm going to kill you, you fucking traitor," she says angrily, and she's about to as well, but her mother's voice cuts through her rage.

"That really won't be necessary, Clarke," Abby says sternly. "Let her go."

"Mom, you don't understand," Clarke protests. "She's the reason Bellamy got away. He's her brother. She told him who I was."

"I know," Abby sighs. "Clarke, meet me in my office. Octavia, come with me." Clarke scowls but she lets go of Octavia, shooting a glare over her shoulder as she makes her way to her mother's office. Abby joins her a few minutes later.

"What did you do with her?" Clarke asks.

"She's in one of the holding cells," Abby says, sitting at her desk across from Clarke. "She'll need to be questioned."

"I'll do it," Clarke volunteers. Abby looks at her disparagingly. Clarke doesn't back down, glaring at her mother defiantly.

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"I'll do the questioning," Abby tells her daughter. "You can watch," she relents. "But first, tell me what happened last night."

"He knew who I was," Clarke says. "He didn't drink the drink with the drugs in it. Then he over powered me and handcuffed me."

"In your underwear," Abby points out disapprovingly. Clarke curses Harper and Monroe internally. "Seduction is a good technique. But you're only supposed to pretend to seduce them."

"Well, I would have blown my cover if I hadn't," Clarke defends.

"So you get into the room, and if he tries to take it any further you knock him out with your hand. Clarke, you're a seasoned professional. You know how this works. Don't play dumb with me," Abby warns. Clarke purses her lips, hating how easily her mother can see through her. "I'm taking you off the case."

"What? Why?" Clarke exclaims.

"You're attracted to him. It's fine, it happens," Abby shrugs. "But maybe we'll put Monroe on it. She won't have that trouble."

"Mom, I swear I'm fine," Clarke pleads. "Give me another chance." It's pretty much a matter of honour now. He outsmarted her and now she has to do the same thing to him. Abby looks at her daughter thoughtfully.

"Fine," she gives in. "I'll go and talk to Octavia now. You go and get Raven and you two can watch from the observation room."

Clarke meets Raven in the observation room.

"You're going to tell me exactly what happened last night, right?" Raven grins.

"I was going to but then you took all night to send someone to get me," Clarke scowls. "I could have been dead."

"Octavia assured me you weren't dead," Raven says.

"If everyone knew she was a spy, why wasn't she locked up earlier?" Clarke grumbles.

"Newsflash Clarke, we're all spies," Raven grins. Clarke doesn't respond as Abby walks into the interrogation room with Octavia. Abby glances at the two way mirror before turning her back to Clarke and Raven.

"She's not even handcuffed," Clarke says in annoyance.

"Clearly Abby doesn't think she's a threat," Raven shrugs.

"Why is she the one who's a traitor but I'm the one who got handcuffed?" Clarke mutters. Raven just laughs at her.

"So, why didn't you tell us you found your brother?" Abby says to Octavia.

"He only found me recently," Octavia explains. "We were separated when our mother died. I didn't tell you because it's none of your business."

"But you told him about Clarke's plans," Abby reminds her sternly.

"Look, the truth is, he didn't steal the jewellery," Octavia tells her. "Okay, he did. But they were already stolen we he stole them. The necklace he has is a fake."

"That doesn't make sense, Octavia," Abby says. "If it's fake, why did he care if Clarke took it or not?"

"Look, I don't know that much about it. All I know is what he told me," Octavia shrugs.

"Then we're going to have to get you to bring him in. Just to talk to him," Abby says carefully.

"No," Octavia glares. Clarke looks at Raven in disgust.

"I don't get it. She's been with Indra almost ten years, since her mother died, and yet she's showing more loyalty to some brother she barely knows," Clarke huffs.

"He's her only blood relation," Raven shrugs. "If I had any I'd probably do anything for them."

"Octavia," Abby says sternly. "If he's innocent, it won't matter."

"I promised him I wouldn't turn him in. Besides, you guys aren't the authorities. If the cops found out half the illegal stuff you do for our clients you'd all be in jail for life," Octavia points out. Abby sighs.

"Fine, have it your way," she shrugs. She gets up and leaves the room, joining Clarke and Raven in the observation room.

"What are you going to do with her?" Clarke asks.

"Well, we can't let her go, obviously, she'll go running straight to Bellamy. But we can't really keep her here against her will. I'll see if Indra can talk some sense into her," Abby says. "In the meantime, we'll try and find Bellamy ourselves. Did you manage to track him down Raven?"

"Not yet," Raven shakes her head. "We have security footage of him outside the hotel getting into a car with another guy, but we can't seem to find the car now. It's stolen, obviously. I'm guessing they ditched it somewhere."

"White guy? Sneery face?" Clarke asks.

"Could be," Raven nods. "Wasn't great footage but he was definitely white."

"John Murphy," Clarke tells her. "If he's using his real name."

"I'll check it out," Raven promises.

"I'll speak to Indra," says Abby. "And you, Clarke, can explain to the Wallaces why they don't have their necklace back yet."


"We found Murphy," Raven approaches Clarke where she's slumped at her desk. She's changed back into normal clothes now after finally showering and getting out of her red dress. Clarke sits up and waits for Raven to elaborate. "He's been in prison twice already for robbery. We got in contact with Emori and she says he sells a lot of stolen goods through her. Also he has a huge crush on her and will tell her anything," Raven grins.

"So where is he?" Clarke prompts. Raven hands her the address.

"Do you need back up?" Raven asks.

"You know you can't go out in the field Raven," Clarke sighs.

"Worth a shot," Raven smiles sadly. "You probably should have some back up though, even if it's not me."

"I'll come," Indra interrupts, coming up behind Raven. "Octavia requested we bring him in unharmed. She's not happy about it at all, but she needs to realise her loyalty to us needs to come first."

"Harper and Monroe can come too," Clarke decides. "Let's get this over with."


Murphy and Blake are squatting in a dingy house that has a for lease sign on it, and according to Emori they probably have more guys with them. She also says that none of them are really bad guys, but Clarke has a hard time believing that.

The house is dead silent as Clarke, Indra, Harper and Monroe approach, but Clarke is sure they're inside. It is after midnight after all, she's hoping they're all asleep.

"Alright, so remember, Monroe, you find the diamonds. Indra and Harper, we'll take on the guys, but remember Blake is mine," Clarke tells them.

"We know Clarke, we saw you handcuffed to his bed," Harper grins. "Kinky."

"If you bring that up one more time I swear I will murder you," Clarke growls. "Are you ready?" Indra, Monroe and Harper all nod. Clarke sends Harper and Monroe around the back while she and Indra jimmy open the front living room window. She gets her gun out ready and Indra pulls out a machete. They make their way down the hall, Clarke leading the way with Indra at the ready behind her. The first room they check belongs to Murphy, and Clarke nudges him awake with her gun.

"Don't scream," she tells him when he opens his eyes. "Show Indra where the jewellery is or she'll cut off your head." As if to prove the point, Indra yanks Murphy out of the bed (thankfully he's wearing underwear) and holds her machete to his neck.

"Where's Bellamy's room?" Clarke asks.

"There are only three bedrooms," Murphy says dryly. "I'm sure you can find it." Indra yanks Murphy's hair. "Ow," he says flatly. "Fine, it's next door to mine."

"Now show me the jewellery," Indra growls. Clarke leaves her to it and heads next door to Bellamy's room. He's asleep, as Murphy had been, lying on his stomach. Clarke silently makes her way over to him, cuffs at the ready. In one swift move she gets one wrist in a cuff, swinging her leg over his sleeping body so she's straddling him. He wakes with a start and Clarke presses her gun to his head.

"Good morning, darling," she says sweetly, grabbing his other arm and cuffing his hands behind him.

"What?" Bellamy groans, turning his head slightly so he can see her. "Fuck," he says when he realises the situation. "Clarke Griffin?"

"Surprised to see me?" Clarke asks.

"More than I should be," Bellamy snorts. "Took you long enough to find me."

"It's only been one day, asshole," Clarke rolls her eyes. "And reminder that I have a gun to your head," Clarke points out.

"You're not going to kill me," Bellamy says matter-of-factly. "I could easily overpower you right now."

"You're handcuffed," Clarke reminds him.

"Still," Bellamy says. Clarke figures he must be all talk because he doesn't move to throw her off. She slides off him and pulls him to his feet. He's still fucking gorgeous of course and Clarke's eyes settle on his bare chest for a moment before she flicks her gaze back up to his face. It's pretty dark in the room but she's fairly sure he's smirking at her. He, like Murphy, also has underwear on, which Clarke can't help feel a little disappointed by. Still, at least she's getting him back for leaving her in her underwear.

"Let's go, big shot," Clarke demands, still pointing the gun at his head. She can see him roll his eyes in the dim light from the moon, but he turns and walks towards the door.

"Can I put some clothes on?" Bellamy asks.

"No." Clarke hears him mutter something under his breath but she doesn't bother asking him to repeat it. She takes him to the living room where Indra still has her machete at Murphy's throat, and Harper and Monroe have two other guys on their knees, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"These two weren't exactly asleep," Monroe smirks. "They were too preoccupied to hear us come in."

"Not the time, Monroe," Clarke sighs. "Have you got the necklace?" Harper holds up the case.

"Should we bring them all in?" Harper asks.

"May as well," Clarke shrugs. "Let's get them back to headquarters."