-Robbery-

It was a bright shining day as a handsome couple walked hand in hand on the sidewalk on their way to the bank to get some cash for dinner. The man with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin wore blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket with his police-issued gun hidden in it. The women wore blue jeans as well as blue t-shirt that complements her long blond hair, up in a ponytail, and her light blue eyes.

As they walked in, they headed to get a spot in line at the busy bank.

-Clarke's Pov-

I sighed and leaned into Bell's side. He put his arm around me. I smiled and looked at him. "Bell?"

He responded with a smile and said, "Yes, Princess?"

"Where do you want to go for dinner?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, a gunshot rang out. I felt Bellamy pull himself in front me. A man with a deep voice yelled, "Everyone on the floor!" Bellamy, still shielding me, helped me onto the floor along with himself.

Our hands interlaced. I looked at him next to me. His eyes said everything: 'It's alright, we'll be fine, just stay calm, breathe.' I nodded.

After a few seconds of silence, the man spoke again. "Alright, everyone stay calm, we don't want to hurt anyone."

Then another spoke and said, "But we will if we have to."

The first man signaled the cashiers to put all the money in the bags the other man was holding.

-Bellamy's Pov-

Think, think, what to do? I can't make a move 'cause it would be putting Clarke at risk, but I can't just sit here and do nothing. It's the code of being a cop.

But I won't put her at risk. Fuck the code. I won't put her at risk.

Besides, one of the cashiers probably pushed the silent alarm for emergencies like this one.

I looked at Clarke. She looked scared. I don't think I have ever seen her scared. Being a doctor, she sees scarring stuff every day, but she always handles it with grace. Right now, she's scared.

I squeezed her hand a little and whispered, "It's going to be okay."

She gave me a little smile and nodded, saying in a barely audible whisper, "Are you going to do something?"

I thought for a moment, then said back very quietly, "Do you want me to?"

She smiled, then leaned closer to me and said so quietly I could barely hear her, "If you want to, don't let me stand in the way." I looked at her for a second, then she continued, "Besides, you're a good shot."

I smiled at her, then responded with, "Okay, keep your head down, and pull out your pistol from your purse. Don't let anyone see you."

She nodded, opening her purse slowly. I reached into my jacket, unsnapping the holster, turning off the safety, and taking hold of my gun. I turned towards my wife who had her hand in her purse and nodded.

The men were not paying attention; too focused on the money. The bigger guy with the bags had his shotgun leaning up against the counter, and the taller and skinnier guy had his gun hanging loosely in his hand. I stood up, pulling my gun all the way out, and fired.

Screams rang out by everyone. I hit the skinny guy's hand, which mad him drop his gun and shout out in pain, gripping is hand. The other guy dropped the bag and reached for his gun.

I said in my cop voice, "Stop! I'll shoot you! NYPD!"

He stopped and turned around, hands in the air. I could not see their faces, but I knew they did not expect this.

Just as I was about to say 'someone call the cops,' I heard sirens. A few seconds later, a dozen or more cops busted in and grabbed the robbers, cuffing them. I sighed in relief, holstering my gun.

People started to get up and so was Clarke. I walked over, helping her up and hugging her, so relieved that she was all right. I pulled back and gave her a light kiss on the lips, saying, "I'm so glad you're alright."

She smiled and responded with, "I'm glad you are alright too. I'm so proud of you, Bell."

I smiled and hugged her again.

After an hour or so of questioning from the police, and me showing them my badge a couple hundred times, Clarke and I were walking home hand in hand. Going out for dinner far forgotten, we came up to our apartment door.

I unlocked it, but before we went in, I turned to her and said, "I love you, Clarke."

Her smile widened and her cheeks turned a light pink. She responded with, "I love you too, Bellamy." She pulled me into a deep kiss filled with passion and love. I responded right away, picking her up and walking through the doorway.

-No One's Pov-

Bellamy carried Clarke to their bedroom, where they had a passion filled night with the fear-filled afternoon long forgotten.

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