The website goes live the day after they check Clarke into state prison. Raven is on the computer at her desk while Bellamy glares at his paperwork, too angry and frustrated to have patience with bureaucratic time wasters.
"Ho-ly shit," Raven says, quietly at first, then repeats it louder. Bellamy doesn't react until she throws her rubber band ball at his head. "Bell! You need to see this."
He groans, anticipating another ridiculous drinking trick video from the girl she refuses to admit she's dating. He wheels his chair over anyway, knowing better than to argue with her. She swivels the screen so they can both see and he is surprised to see just a website, one of those deceptively simple ones that was clearly designed by someone who gets paid a lot of money for what they do.
The name at the top of the page is a medical term, incomprehensible jargon except that he's seen it before—it's the disease that killed Clark's best friend.
Below it are links, pictures, and endless paragraphs of text. All of which, once he and Raven work their way through it, is detailing everything needed to cure the disease. It's Clarke's research. The research she'd stolen from her company, published for the whole world to see.
"How did you find this? How would anyone find it?" he asks, impressed, but worried. This isn't going to do Clarke's legal case any favors, and worse, if it doesn't actually spread and get used the way she wants it to, then she'll have risked her life for nothing.
Raven clicks to another page and presses play on a local news video. There's a reporter outside the prison, telling Clarke's story. "Senator Abigail Griffin's daughter was arrested last week. The full charges have not been released yet, but they involve a breach of her employment contract with Ark Pharmaceuticals. An anonymous source contacted our station with details of her research—a cure for a previously unbeatable disease—and claim that Ark Pharmaceuticals tried to suppress it in order to profit off her discovery. For more details, viewers can visit the website shown below, and tune in again at 5:00."
Raven pauses the video before the reporter can continue and Bellamy shakes his head, a wry grin curving up his lips. "I guess her friend Monty was a better liar than we thought."
Raven looks disgruntled, clearly put out by the fact that she never cracked the security on Monty's laptop. "Yeah I guess." She shakes off her irritation and grins at him, wide and sharklike. "Come on, let's go see your jailbird girlfriend. I want to know if she planned to be caught all along."
"She's not my girlfriend," he mutters, but grabs his badge and gun and follows her toward the door without further argument.
Clarke laughs when Raven asks her, a low chuckle that reminds Bellamy just how attractive he finds her, something he's been trying to ignore because it's super inappropriate for him to have a crush on someone he arrested.
She shrugs. "I didn't want to get caught, but, honestly I never expected running to work. Just to delay and distract long enough for Monty to do his thing."
"Wait, are you telling me we were just a distraction? I'm hurt. And offended," he teases, and does his best to pretend he's not flirting because he's a law enforcement officer and she's a prisoner and that's not just inappropriate but pretty sleazy of him, given the power dynamics in play.
"Liar," she says with a grin, unaware of his thoughts.
Raven's grinning at him too, a mocking light in her eyes that he ignores as he shakes his head.
"No, but seriously, you were really hard to find. If that's your idea of a distraction, I'm mildly terrified to find out what the real plan was."
Clarke is clearly amused, raising an eyebrow at him in apparent disbelief. "You've already seen the real plan."
Raven's the one to shake her head this time. "Yeah, you're like a real life evil genius, minus the evil. There's got to be more to it."
Clarke stares at the metal rings around her wrists, a smaller, softer smile flicker at the corners of her lips. When she looks up again, her expression is bland. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
The next time Bellamy sees Clarke is at her arraignment hearing. As arresting officer, he is technically on the side of the prosecution, but he's given up even pretending he's not totally biased on her behalf and is glaring at the prosecution's attorney with undisguised disgust.
"And regarding the totally unfounded accusations against my company in the matter of the shooting, we propose that there was another motive entirely for such a senseless act of violence."
"Surely you are not suggesting that my client, who was a law-abiding private medical researcher until recent events, had another enemy who would benefit from her death?"
"No, I am not. What we are suggesting is that there was another person in that room, someone who did have enemies who have proven themselves more than capable of such violent actions. In the past two years alone, Marshal Blake and his partner have been responsible for the capture of three different individuals on the federal most wanted list. We don't think that the shooting had anything at all to do with the facts of this case, and were an entirely separate incident that happened to coincide with Ms. Griffin's arrest."
Bellamy clenches his hands into fists as Clarke's lawyer goes off on the absurd nature of the theory, furious at the implication and at the niggling doubt it gives him. He believes Clarke, he does. He honestly didn't need that much convincing to believe a corporation could be so ruthless. But the other lawyer is right. He and Raven do have enemies, and have received threats—and attacks—before.
Clarke catches his gaze, her blue eyes bright with none of the bitterness and exhaustion he'd seen when he caught her, and he shares her grin. She's not wrong, about anything, and they're going to win. Harper is terrifying and Clarke is a beautiful white woman with money and prestige to match against Ark Pharmaceutical's undeniable power.
And she deserves a happy ending, damn it. As do all the people who will be helped by her cure.
Senator Griffin proposes new legislation to regulate pharmaceutical corporations.
FBI shut down Dr. Griffin's website, but the information has gone viral thanks to internet supporters.
Ark Pharmaceuticals facing corruption charges on multiple fronts, rumors of potential drug trial falsification charges.
South Korean company claims they will have Dr. Griffin's drug ready for production in three months.
"Ice cold and a damn good liar," Raven muses as she taps her finger against one of the headlines. "I see where Clarke gets it from."
Bellamy grins down at the pile of newspapers on his desk. Senator Abigail Griffin has definitely grown on him in the past weeks, although the bulk of his affection is still reserved for her daughter, the clear hero in almost every front page story.
"Gina giving us free drinks tonight?" he asks Raven, wishing Clarke was out of jail and could join them. If anyone's earned free drinks in this fiasco, it's her.
Raven rolled her eyes. "Someday you're going to have to stop taking advantage of my girlfriend's job."
Bellamy laughs and wraps a companionable arm around her shoulders, spirits higher than they have been since Clarke's file first landed on his desk. "First of all, you just admitted she was your girlfriend so you owe me free drinks anyways, and second of all I always leave her excellent tips so I know she's not complaining."
"Yeah, yeah," Raven says, brushing him off with a cocky smirk and only a hint of pink in her cheeks. "It's time to wipe that smug smile off your face; three rounds of pool, loser does all our paperwork for the week."
"You're on," Bellamy tells her, 100% sure he's going to lose and not caring either way. Clarke's been writing him letters and he's pretty sure he's part of that happy ending she has planned. He can handle some paperwork.
Less than twenty minutes after the company drops the charges against her, a desperate attempt to gain some PR points in the legal shitstorm they're facing, Clarke walks out of jail and finds Bellamy waiting for her
She grins and walks up to him, taking his hand and enjoying the way his eyes widen in surprise as she laces their fingers together. "I see my mother listened to me about not picking me up herself."
"She's talking to a crowd of reporters at the main entrance, so we're free and clear," Bellamy says in answer, still staring at their joined hands with clear bemusement.
Clarke laughs, soft and happy in a way she hadn't thought she'd feel again. She reaches up and pulls him down for a kiss, just a quick brush of lips that's enough to send electricity sparking in her veins. "Take me out to coffee, Marshal Blake. I want to hear all about your second most interesting case."
He grins at her, happiness and good humor breaking through his surprise, and leads her to his car while Clarke unashamedly checks out his ass. Absolutely destroy her former employers, get out of prison, and take the hot Federal Marshal out for coffee. Check, check, and check.