Chapter summary: Day 2 of working with the FBI. There's a new murder and well...there's some Clexa not being able to stand each other like the last chapter. And there's also a bit of Octavia and Clarke.
A/N: i have been working on it, well working on what i want this fic to be like but it's been a busy week so i didn't get the chance to write until...right now. so yeah, i literally just finished writing this chapter so yeah...
"No, Anya, she's impossible." Lexa said to Anya on their way to the precinct the next morning.
"She's cute." Her partner said with a small shrug, pretending to not have heard a thing Lexa had just said.
"Irrelevant." Lexa rolled her eyes before going back to what her point. "Why does she have to make me explain myself? Is she physically incapable of taking orders?" She asked rhetorically.
"Possibly." Anya said quickly. "Or maybe she just likes push your buttons and see how long you can last."
She let out a frustrated sigh. "I just don't appreciate being questioned; I know what I'm doing." Lexa continued. "It wouldn't kill her to do what she's told."
Anya turned looked at her partner, not wanting to say anything. Yes, they were in charge of the case right now but Lexa wasn't a team player, Anya knew that. She was always better at working alone, so when the bureau sent them down to the police station, Anya knew the investigating detectives would not be too happy with their new colleague. That's why it was better if they were to take over this case rather than just take point while having to work with the NYPD. Making nice with the cops wasn't something Lexa was good at, she always questioned everything they did and didn't really trust anything they did. Clarke probably noticed that, Anya realized, and that's probably one of the reasons she's not too keen on working with Lexa. Anya wasn't much better either, but she was better than Lexa; she could let things go and just take other people's word for most things. But Lexa couldn't, she had to do everything for herself because she couldn't trust anyone – other than her partner – to do something right.
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"I can't put up with her anymore O." Clarke said to her best friend the next morning. "She's just so annoying, like she knows how to our jobs better than us." She continued pacing her living room. "And you should hear her talk, it's just so pretentious and formal; for the love of god, shut up already, no one talks like that." Clarke paused, not really bothering to calm herself down because she really disliked this agent and wanted her gone by now, her and Bellamy had this case handled.
Octavia only watched her friend with an amused smile as she spoke, "You like her."
Clarke stopped pacing, coming to a sudden halt and looked at Octavia who was sitting on the couch. "It's like words come out of my mouth but you can't hear them." She told her with a shrug.
"No, I hear you loud and clear, Clarke." She replied with a nod. "You like her."
Clarke threw up her hands slightly, clearly giving up on trying to talk to Octavia as she walked over to her kitchen to get coffee, she would need to be at work soon enough. It was still early, and Clarke was surprised that her friend was even awake right now. She had come home last night to find Octavia asleep on her couch and decided not to question it, it's not like it hadn't happened before. "I didn't ask, why are you here?"
"So that you can vent about your new colleague who you're crushing on." Octavia replied matter-of-factly, not missing a beat. "By the way, is she hot?"
"No, you were here last night when I got home; you didn't know about Agent Woods then." Clarke ignored her question. "So, why are you here?"
Octavia went silent for a moment before answering, "Me and Raven had a fight."
"And she kicked you out?" Clarke asked as she pulled out a travel mug and poured her coffee before adding the milk and sugar. She wasn't surprised about it really, it wasn't something Raven hadn't done before.
"No, I got up and left because I couldn't put up with her anymore for one night." Her friend told her. "We'll make up, don't worry about it. We always do." She waved it off. "And it was mostly because Raven had a long day at work, she was tired and we were both being dicks." She explained, noticing Clarke roll her eyes. "So, the new agent, is she hot?" Octavia asked again.
Clarke took a sip of her coffee, not answering, she wasn't going to agree to that, not to Octavia because she would never let it go and not to herself if she could help it. Just as she opened her mouth to try and say something to shut up her friend, her phone rang from the kitchen counter next to her. "Speak of the devil." She muttered, picking it up and answering. "Detective Griffin." Clarke answered, waiting for Lexa to tell her why she had called. "Be right there." She said a moment later, another murder, great.
"Another body?" Octavia asked as Clarke hung up and headed for the front door.
"Yeah, not surprised." She replied, pulling on her jacket and unlocking the door before stepping out. "Oh, if I can, I'll give Raven a call," Clarke called out as she closed the close, knowing her friend wouldn't want her too.
"Don't you dare!" Octavia yelled out in response, hoping it was loud enough to get through the closed door. She didn't really like anyone interfering with her and Raven, not even Clarke. And she knew that so Octavia had a feeling Clarke just said that so she would leave the whole Agent Woods thing alone.
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Clarke mentally braced herself as she pulled up to the crime scene. Spending another day with Agent Woods…awesome. The fact that Clarke actually found her attractive was probably more annoying than the agent herself. Clarke knew she needed to be at the top of her game right now so forgetting her words every time the brunette so much as looked her way was definitely not helping. "Morning," She said, walking up to Woods. "Where's your partner?" Clarke asked as she looked around but couldn't catch sight of Agent Jones.
"Making a start at the station." Lexa replied, walking the detective towards the body. "Where's yours?"
"I called him, should be here any minute." Or he's still dragging his ass out of bed. Clarke thought, ducking under the crime scene tape as Lexa held it up for her. She muttered a small thanks, standing up straight again once she had crossed it. Maybe she was just having a bad day yesterday. "Same as the others?" Clarke asked about their new victim.
"We would not have been called in otherwise." Lexa replied, crouching down next to the body.
Clarke nodded, suppressing a groan because no, she was not having a bad day yesterday, that's just how Woods is.
"Male, mid-twenties, tortured, then strangled to death." She pointed a gloved finger at the mark running across his neck and Clarke nodded. "Broken fingers, and bruising almost identical to the last three."
"And a number carved onto his chest?" Clarke asked, for some reason, their killer was numbering all his victims. Is he afraid we're gonna lose count or something? Bellamy had asked after the second one with an eye roll.
"Not exactly." Lexa replied, moving the body to turn it on it's side and Clarke knelt down to give her a hand. "It's on his back this time." She said to the blonde, lifting the shirt.
"Why would it be on his back this time?" Bellamy asked as he walked up to them. Clarke sighed as she and Lexa stood up, letting her head drop disappointingly; here she was, trying to show Agent Woods that she wasn't the only one here who knew how to catch a killer but then her partner had to show up and ask something as stupid as that.
"Well, that's probably our job to find out." Lexa replied before turning to look at Clarke. "Any ideas Griffin?" She asked, Lexa hadn't interacted much with the other detectives and it was kind of obvious who the brains in this partnership was.
"No," Clarke muttered. "The last three were all the same, like literally every little detail about them was the same."
"As is the case with this one." Lexa reminded.
"Other than the symbol." Clarke noted with a nod. "There must be a reason for that, I don't think our killer is someone who would just do something for the hell of it."
Lexa nodded, agreeing as her phone rang, "I will meet you two back at the station." She said to them as she walked of, answering it.
"Where's her partner?" Bellamy asked Clarke as the two of them walked towards their car.
"At the precinct." Clarke replied. "Have you talked to your sister?"
"No why?" He asked, opening the door to the passenger side of Clarke's car.
She followed, sitting down behind the steering wheel before speaking again. "She had a fight with Raven."
"Nothing new about that." Bellamy shrugged as his partner started the engine and pulled out.
"Feels different this time." Clarke told him. "Octavia ran out this time, and she never does that." She explained before telling him about what Octavia had said to her this morning.
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Walking back into their precinct, Clarke was annoyed to say the least. And surprisingly, it wasn't because of Lexa. She was just annoyed with herself for not being to stop the killer before he killed someone else. She couldn't help but blame herself for this because she was at home and asleep when another person got murdered. Their killer was working fast, really fast; a murder a day for four days straight, that wasn't easy, especially the way he – or she, as Lexa had reminded – was doing it; how did he manage to have enough time to torture them before killing the? And then dumping them at a different location each time…maybe he's working with someone, the thought crossed Clarke's head as she walked out of the elevator. Whatever it was, if they didn't do anything about it soon enough, the number of dead bodies would just keep rising.
Bellamy had notice the way the anger was flaring up inside her on their ride back and he did his best to not say anything to Clarke about it. Not only was she his partner, but Clarke was like a sister to him; her and his sister had practically grown up together and he was as much of a brother to Clarke as he was to Octavia. So Bellamy knew how much this was bothering her; their killer wasn't slowing down and neither was he slipping up or giving them anything to go on. And when his last victim was killed, Clarke wasn't even at the station, so he knew a part of her was blaming herself for not being able to stop this. He had managed to hold his tongue, not saying anything about calming down or how there was nothing she could've done to stop it because he knew all that would do is make her even angrier.
"Clarke, calm down." He finally said as Clarke's hand gripped the door handle to the room they were working in. Lexa and Anya were already inside, Lexa looking intently at the murder board and Anya at the table, writing something down on a piece of paper.
Clarke only glared at him silently as she opened the door and stepped inside, walking up to stand next to Lexa and looked at the board.
"You look angry, Griffin." Lexa spoke after a moment of silence, not a hint of emotion in her voice but she could almost feel Clarke fuming from beside her.
"What are we doing to stop this guy?" She asked suddenly, causing everyone in the room to look at her. "It's been four days and four people are dead; and what are we doing about it?" Clarke sounded oddly calm – but definitely angry – and it probably surprised her more than Bellamy.
"We'll find something." Lexa replied in her usual calm demeanor, noticing that the blonde was upset.
"I'm going to get us some coffee." Bellamy muttered, looking around as he walked out before Clarke could say anything to him.
A couple of seconds passed in silence after the door closed behind Detective Blake before Anya spoke, telling the two of them she had forgotten a file in the car. Lexa nodded in acknowledgment and her partner left the room, going to the parking lot to get it.
"Are you okay?" Lexa asked once the two of them were alone, not really as to why she was bothering.
"I was at home, in my bed, asleep." Clarke started. "When another person was being tortured and killed, so no, I'm not okay." She stood up straight from the table she was leaning against before walking to the other end of the room to grab a file.
Lexa sighed with a small nod. She didn't expect Clarke to be someone who cared so much about her victims. Maybe that was a good thing, it meant she took the job seriously. But at the same time, it wasn't because it meant Clarke couldn't separate her feelings from the job and that usually led to things getting messy, Lexa knew that far too well. "We'll catch him." She said quietly.
Clarke was expecting her to have something else to say, something about how she should keep her feeling away from her work, or something that would completely disregard how she was feeling right now. So when Lexa opened her mouth and those words came out, it caught her by surprise. "The sooner the better." She responded. "I'm not putting up with another dead bod-" Before she could finish her sentence, Bellamy rushed in through the door noisily.
"We have another body…" He told them hesitantly. "Bodies, actually." Bellamy corrected himself, looking confused. "Two."
Clarke tossed the file she was reading on the table with a bit too much force, causing it to slide of to the opposite end and fall on the floor. Without another word to anyone, she walked passed her partner and towards the elevator. Bellamy shot Lexa an apologetic look before taking of after Clarke with Lexa only a few steps behind.
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"Symbol's on the back." Clarke said to Lexa and Bellamy as they walked away from the two dead bodies at their new crime scene. Agent Jones had decided to stay back at the precinct once again, deciding she could get started the moment Lexa texted her the names.
"Detectives, agent." Their medical examiner, Dr. Monty Green called out just as they crossed the tape a few feet away from him. "I found something."
"What'd you find?" Clarke asked, rushing over to him with Lexa behind her and Bellamy where he was standing.
"You know we're all annoyed by the fact that our killer isn't slipping up?" He didn't wait for anyone to respond. "Well I found a hair." Monty held up a small, clear evidence bag. "And I'm hoping it's the killer's."
"Could just be the victim's." Lexa said from beside Clarke.
"Great job, Monty." Bellamy beamed from behind the yellow tape and Clarke nodded in agreement, hoping this was the break they were waiting for.
The drive back was quiet; Bellamy decided to stop for some decent coffee – much to Clarke's annoyance because they really needed to get to work. Walking back into the station for the second time that day, surprisingly enough, Clarke found herself slightly calmer.
"This is bad." Lexa said as Clarke and Bellamy walked into the room and Anya looked up from the laptop screen to look at her.
"Thank you for stating the obvious, Agent Woods." Clarke replied, walking over to the chair closet to the murder board.
"No," Lexa rolled her eyes, they could not be out of here soon enough. "He's killing faster, which might mean our killer's almost done."
"So he's gonna stop killing, why is that bad?" Bellamy asked.
Lexa and Anya rolled their eyes almost simultaneously and Clarke let out a small, frustrated groan. "Because he's going to disappear." Clarke told him. "No more murders mean no room for him to slip up."
"Which means," Anya spoke. "We won't have enough to catch him."
Lexa watched Detective Blake with a blank expression, wondering why he needed someone to spell it out for him. It was all quiet after that, Clarke seemed to busy herself with paperwork, probably looking into their new victims' personal lives, hoping to find a connection between them new victims. Bellamy was going through their personal belongings which they found at the scene and later their financial records hoping to find some sort of pattern. Lexa was going over her case notes with Anya, looking for something they might have missed, because in most cases like this, it was staring them right in the face but no one was seeing it.
"Monty found something." Bellamy said after a couple of hours of torturous silence as he read a text on his phone.
"Did he say what?" Agent Jones asked from next to Lexa.
"No," Bellamy shook his head. "Said it was something that might help us find where the victims were killed." He told them. "I'm going down to the morgue to find out."
"Go with him." Lexa told her partner. "Call me when you find out."
Anya gave her a small nod as she got up and walked away with Bellamy, he didn't seem to mind considering they were meant to be working together. He managed to steal a look from Clarke, just to see whether she was okay with it and to his surprise, she only nodded.
"This might be the break we were looking for." Lexa turned to look at Clarke as the door closed behind their partners.
"It better be."
A/N: all i can think about after the last episode is clexa. and lexa. and what a badass she was. basically, i haven't been thinking about anything other than the 100 and clexa so it wasn't too hard to motivate myself to write this chapter.
