Chapter 3

Finn paced back and fourth in the main living room of the house. Everyone flied in and found a spot around the room.

"After Anya remembered seeing Clarke at the bar a couple weeks back, I had one of my guys look into her."

Bellamy silently crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for Finn to say what Bellamy knew he'd found.

"What?" Dax teased. "Is she Blake's sister or something?"

Finn didn't seem amused my Dax's comment, scowling at him.

"Roan Kru. That name sound familiar to any of you?" Finn asked the group.

"He moved Guns and coke from his place down south." Dax spoke up. "He was murdered years ago."

Finn nodded. "He had a daughter, Lexa. The Princess. She went missing after her fathers murder, they looked for her for years and never found her. Some think she killed him herself running away after, afraid her fathers people would get retribution on her. Other say she was taken, or even murdered. Either way there have been no traces of her. Until last night."

Finn locked his eyes on Bellamy, The rest of the group slowly turned to look at him as well. Bellamy kept solid eye contact with Finn.

"You think the blonde Bellamy took home last night was Lexa?" Murphy asked, reaching for the photo Finn held out in front of himself.

"A old picture of some kid is what you're basing this off of?" Bellamy asked, putting up a little resistance, but not enough to make Finn change his mind.

Finn looked at him, "And this recent news article." He held out another paper to the group. "The Griffins were killed in their home, making their adoptive daughter Clarke Griffin an orphan."

Bellamy shrugged. "She doesn't have parents. Most of us don't."

"It isn't who her parents are, but who killed them."

"Who killed them?" Dax asked.

Finn handed over the last paper he had in his hand, Bellamy recognized it as the women he killed less than a year ago. Diana Sidney.

"Diana Sidney. She has ties to the dealings going on in the south."

Finn seemed to have everyone believe the story, carefully crafted by the police force.

"I mean aside from the blonde hair, this could be the girl from last night." Anya said, looking closer at the old picture of Lexa.

Bellamy pushing himself away from the wall he'd been leaning against. "Maybe Clarke is Lexa, maybe she isn't. I've messed around with a lot of girls, I don't remember all this being done for them."

Finn grew stiff, not liking one of his men questioning him. Raven who'd stood silently beside him while he talked, also didn't seem pleased.

"I like to know who's around my guys. It's how I've kept us safe."

They may not know why, but everyone knew that was a bullshit excuse.

Bellamy glared at him. "Clarke isn't a threat."

"Careful Blake." Finn tisked. "Someone might think you actually like this girl."

"And if I do?" He challenged.

Dax motioned Raven over, whispering how 'Blake' hadn't eve had sex with Clarke last night, how they just talked. Raven seemed as shocked as they'd all had to find out that information.

"Finn." She whined. "You've had your meeting. Can we please go into town now."

He brushed her off. "I want to meet her Blake."

"We haven't even spent more than 24 hours together, and you want me to bring her home to meet the family?" Bellamy's sarcasm was strong.

"Nothings more important than family." Finn smiled back, a sickening smile.

With that, he and Raven left for the day.

"Do you really think it's her?" Anya directed her question at Bellamy.

Bellamy looked at her, pretending to think about it. "Lexa wasn't even old enough to drive when she went missing. Whatever her life was, she's not living that same life now."

"You've had one night with her." Murphy scoffed. "You think you know her that well."

"Clarke isn't Lexa." Bellamy stated.

Dax stood up. "Finn isn't just going to accept that."

"Figure out who she is Blake. Before you get more attached than you already are." Anya told him, showing genuine concern.

Bellamy smirked, "I can take care of myself."

Taking this time to end the conversation, Bellamy started talking about work. The rest of the gang followed his lead, sensing he was done talking about the new girl in his life.

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Once Clarke found her way to the shower, she got ready for the day. Her day wasn't really going to entail much, a little digging into Finn Collins cartel. But it still helped to feel clean and have a fresh start.

"God this guy is fucked." Clarke couldn't help but mumble to herself.

She was currently going through some crime scene photos of one of Finns most recent jobs. Usually in a case like this you want to know who all the players are. Clarke knew everyones names and all the technical stuff she needed to know. Like who had the longest rap sheet, Dax was diffidently the most dangerous. He clearly did most of Finn's dirty work. Though Finns girlfriend Raven seemed to do just as much damage, those she specialized in tech. Bomb making and cyber attacks.

Murphy had a couple death on his hands, but he was mainly a runner. Planning all the shipments and making sure the product was inline. Clarke didn't think she'd have to worry about him too much, but she wasn't giving anyone a free pass.

Anya was a fighter, while she was small and didn't look like much, she's the one who seems to plan their hits. Clarke had a feeling that if Finn were to die, Anya would step up without missing a beat.

Once Bellamy introduced her to the group, Clarke was sure to get to know more about them. Until then she wanted to keep her knowledge police based. If she dug too much, it might slip out while she was around them.

"Clarke?" Bellamy asked, entering the apartment.

Clarke looked down at her fathers watch, quickly remembering it stopped ticking a while ago, she looked at the clock on the computer. She's been sitting at the kitchen counter for over 4 hours now. She hadn't realized it'd been that long.

"Kitchen." She answered simply, in case someone happened to be with him.

She heard Bellamy kick off his shoes, then walk down the hall to the living room.

"Research?" He asked her.

Clarke turned on her stool to get a look at him. "Not much else to do while hidden away in your apartment."

Bellamy raised his eye brow, turning to look at the big flat screen tv behind him.

Clarke rolled her eyes. "You said things were going to be moving faster than expected. I thought I'd learn a little bit about our contenders."

"And what'd you find out?" Bellamy walked over to her, looking at the pictures she had open on the laptop.

"That Finn has some serious mommy issues." Clarke tried to joke.

Bellamy smirked. "Throw in daddy issues while you're at it."

Clarke chuckled, looking him over. "How'd it go?"

"Well, Finn defiantly did his research on you, Lexa. I doubt he ever stayed up all night researching for anything during high school."

"So he knows." Clarke nodded. "And where did you stand when he told you?"

"He announced it to the whole group, like he was trying to catch me. Like he thought I knew about Lexa and wanted to use you some how to get to Finn. It was all a little convoluted. But that's who Finn is." Bellamy took a breath, thinking back to his morning. "I told him you weren't a threat. That even if you were Lexa it didn't matter, you were Clarke now and that's all I care about."

Clarke licked her lips. "Laid it on pretty thick, huh? You don't think it's a little weird that you're already vowing to protect me after spending one night with me?"

Bellamy smirked at her. "I told them all we did was talk and sleep."

"Unbelievable." Clarke shook her head. "If Blake is as much a man whore as Bellamy is, i'd say you shocked the shit out of them."

A fake laugh dryly made it past Bellamy's lips. He pointed toward the bedroom. "While many have been in that bed Princess, you're the only one who's actually gotten any sleep in it."

Clarke found herself having to fight back against her gag reflex. Clarke pushed Bellamy away from you, causing him to laugh. She'd obviously given him the reaction he wanted.

"You're disgusting."

Bellamy let out a genuine laugh this time. "Untwist your panties Princess. I washed the sheets when I knew you were coming."

"I'd hate to be Miller and who ever is with him in that vallence truck. That's just gross."

"The camera turn off. From 8PM to 8AM I'm allowed to have the camera's off. I maybe undercover but I still have a life."

"No wonder you were so pissy about me coming on this case. I'm ruining your sex pad."

Bellamy rolled his eyes. "Sex pad? Really Clarke."

The blonde shrugged, a shiver going threw her body. "I can't believe I slept in that bed last night."

"Now you're just being dramatic. I told you I washed the sheets."

"Just once wash? One wash doesn't get ride of hoe."

Bellamy couldn't help the amused smile that crossed his face. "And what does get rid of hoe Clarke, since you seem to be an expert."

Clarke froze at that comment. Clarke had made out with a girl at one of Octavia's parties a couple years back. Bellamy hadn't let her forget it, not one could. Seeing as the photo that had been taken, circulated around school for weeks after.

"Niylah wasn't a hoe. She actually ended up with a girlfriend after our little seven minutes in heaven. Thank you very much. Besides if one of us is the expert on Hoes, it's you."

Bellamy shrugged. "I don't kiss and tell Princess."

"Princess is so not becoming a thing." This was the third time he called her that during their conversation.

"I don't know Princess suits you. I can't believe I hadn't thought of it myself."

"How am I a Princess?" Clarke asked, offended.

Bellamy gave her a 'really?' look. "For starters, you think you're better than everyone else."

"I do not!"

"If you're going to get all defensive-"

"I'm not getting defensive. You're an ass."

Bellamy just smirked at her, taking a couple steps forward until Clarke had to tilt her head back to keep eyes contact.

Clarke rolled her eyes, walking out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. A moment after she closed the door, she came flying back out it. Muttering about how she wasn't going to stay in the sex room. Bellamy just rolled his eyes, watching her throw a pillow down on the couch.

"If I knew you were going to be such a prude about it, I wouldn't have told you." Bellamy mocked, following her to the living room.

Clarke glared at him. "Excuse me for not wanting to sleep in the bed you bang your one night stands in."

"Sometimes it's two nights."

"You're mother must be sooo proud."

Unlike his undercover persona 'Blake', Bellamy's mother was still alive and well.

Before Bellamy could come back with a comment, Clarke changed her direction. "She's doing good, by the way. I've never seen her shop so busy."

Clarke had gone by a couple times while hanging out with Octavia. She knew Bellamy couldn't have contact with his family undercover. She made sure to visit the shop before she too went under.

"Good." Bellamy nodded. "She's always been great with some thread and a needle. Almost as good as you."

Clarke tried not to let his comment about her dropping out of medical school bother her.

"I'm a cop Bellamy."

"You were one hell of a doctor."

"Med student."

"Whatever. I remember you patching me up once or twice."

"If you didn't get into fights on the damn time I wouldn't of had to."

Back in high school, Bellamy wasn't the model student. He's gotten into his share of fist fights. Some were about protecting his sister, most had to do with the blonde in front of him.

Clarke was blessed with curves, they really blossomed in her last year of jr high. All the freshmen in high school wouldn't stop talking about the hot blonde with the rack and ass. To be far, anyone else in Jr high was flat, awkward and hadn't hit puberty yet. Clarke stood out like a sore thumb.

Because of those comments, Bellamy found himself fists flying. Usually resulting in a few broken noses, never his own. The crude comments only tripled when Clarke got to high school and started dressing to complement her curves. Though she was still more conservative than his sister ever was, despite his efforts to cover her up. The only difference was, Clarke didn't seem to realized how desired she really was.

"I wouldn't of had to have been in so many fights if you weren't sleeping with half the lacrosse team."

Clarke's jaw dropped, "I didn't sleep with half the lacrosse team!" So she slept with two of the players, one from their school and one from their rival. If she'd just kept it in the 'family' she wouldn't have everyone thinking she had gone threw her lacrosse team and moved on to another.

Instead of staying home and hiding like she'd wanted to after the rumor got started, Octavia convinced her that it wouldn't be that bad. It really hadn't been, after Bellamy had kicked half the teams ass.

"No?" Bellamy asked, in a condescending tone.

Bellamy had been pissed when he'd heard that rumors, he knew there had to be some truth to what they were saying. Sure high schoolers were mean, but they weren't that creative. He hated that those guys had seen her naked, they didn't deserve her, they weren't good enough.

Clarke's grin was sad. Sure she came from a nice family, but everyone always found a way to make fun of her for it. Clarke couldn't help who her parents were. When the kids at school ran out of steam with that, they called her a "whore" and a 'slut'. Made up that horrible rumor.

In reality those two guys were the only ones she'd ever slept with. She's lost her virginity to Bryan, he was really sweet with her. It came out after graduation that he was more into guys than girls. And Sterling from their rival lacrosse team, he was a lot less sweet. Clarke was pretty sure he fueled the rumors about her, once they got started.

Clarke stood from the couch. "I don't know why were talking about me. Octavia slept with ear plugs in for years to avoid hearing your sexcapades."

"Octavia needs to learn to keep her mouth shut."

"Or you need to learn to keep your dick in your pants."

Bellamy's eye brows shot up, hearing Clarke talk about his 'dick'. He looked down at her chest, noticing her breath was labored from how mad she'd gotten.

"Did you just talk about my dick, Princess?"

"AAAAAH! You are unbelievable."

Bellamy chuckled, "So tell me did you ever doing it in the locker room showers?"

Clarke pressed her tongue into her cheek, to keep herself from firing something back. Her eyes squinted at him.

"Despite what everyone thought, I wasn't passed around like some blunt at a bonfire." For some reason it mattered Clarke that he knew, even back in high school, it bothered Clarke to know that Bellamy had heard the stories about her.

"That's disturbing. I probably kicked some asses that didn't deserved to be kicked." Bellamy joked, not liking the sadness in Clarke voice.

Clarke shrugged, "Everyone deserves a good ass kicking at least once."

Bellamy chuckled, they conversation winding down. Usually their 'spats' what ever you want to call them, usually ended up with one of them, usually Clarke, storming off.

While they were mostly stuck in the apartment, there really wasn't much space to storm off in.

Bringing their conversation back to the mission, Bellamy passed on information to Clarke. "So Finn wants to meet you."

"Not surprising."

"One of the girls mentioned to him, that they'd seen you working at the bar on Tuesdays."

"At least all that prep work wasn't for nothing."

Bellamy nodded. "Finn's not going to want to wait long, but he's away on business this week. Raven will no doubt go with him. That leaves Anya, Dax and Murphy and maybe a few guys on the lower side of things. We'll all come to the bar Tuesday. Give them a chance to meet you, so we can talk about you around the compound, before you meet Finn."

Clarke nodded, "I'm back at the 'safe house' tomorrow, Well has a couple outfits he needs me to get fitted for. Apparently I don't dress like the future girlfriend of a cartel member."

"What does a future girlfriend of a cartel member dress like?" Bellamy asked, perplexed.

Clarke shrugged. "The hell if I know, which apparently I don't."

Bellamy laughed, shaking his head. "I'm going to go to the restaurant down the street. Text me your order."

"Do you mind if I come?" Bellamy looked at her. "I've been stuck in the apartment all day and frankly, I'm already stir crazy."

Bellamy nodded, not waiting for her as he walked out the door.

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"Wells-"

"I don't want to hear it." He told her, Clarke and he had been in wardrobe for over an hour now. "Bellamy's going to drool when he sees this."

"If I lean over in this top, forget a nip slip. Whoever is around will be getting the whole boob."

At the moment Clarke was dressed in a pare of tight black jeans, almost painfully tight. On her top half she had a low cut tank top, which had material cut out in the sides.

"No you wont. But if you are worried about the risk, don't like Blake go and bend you over any tables while you're in public. Because trust me Clarke, he's gonna want to."

Clarke shook her head. Wells had been telling her how hot Bellamy would find that outfit or how his jaw was going to drop when he saw her. Clarke could understand Wells dressing her to look hot, but it was all part of their undercover.

"What's up with you mentioning Bellamy all the sudden?"

Well shook his head, like he was disappointing at her. "Girl you are so blind." he muttered.

"About?" Clarke prompted when it seemed like Wells was done talking.

Well threw her another outfit and motioned to her to get changed, Clarke caught the clothes, but didn't budge.

"That boy has had a thing for you since high school."

Clarke rolled her eyes, realizing he wasn't going to share anything earth melting, she turned to walk behind the curtain and get changed. When she came back out in a black low cut body suit, braless, and a pair of dark jeans, she expected to see a pleased looked of Wells face. All she got was an agitated look.

"What?" Clarke threw her arms out to her sides, frustrated.

"I would kill for someone to look at me the way that boy looks at you."

Clarke shook her head, looking at herself in the mirror. "He doesn't look at me like anything."

Bellamy wasn't ever one to date, the girls that he did allot his time to didn't look like Clarke. They were all thin with brown hair and just looked like an overall model. Clarke wasn't stick thin. Her breasts were large and round, her body was soft and rounded, which those other girls had tight muscles. Clarke tired to get her body like that, all she ended up with was more shape to her sides.

"Stop." Clarke gaze dropped to Wells who stood behind her in the large mirror. "You're beautiful Clarke."

Wells had been there through high school. He'd seen Clarke at her worst when it came to shaming herself. It really hit it's peak around the time everyone started talking about what a slut she was. Clarke always had a level of confidence, but Wells saw it dwindle sometimes when it came to her body.

"This bodysuit shows too much of my stomach." Clarke told him her voice monotone, with a touch of sadness and maybe panic setting in.

The body suit went in a v down to just above her belly button, and Wells thought she looked hella hot.

"You like drop dead sexy Clarke. And while your dumb ass is too blind to see it, Bellamy's eye sight is perfect."

Clarke brought her eyes back up to look herself over in the mirror one more time. Yeah she could see that her breast, even thought she was going braless, they did look good. It was really her stomach she was having the problem with, it was too soft.

After giving her a few more outfits to take with her, Wells walked Clarke to her car.

"Drive safe. This might be the last time I see you for a while."

Clarke pulled him in for a hug. "May we meet again."

Thoughts? :)