A/N: This has mentions of rape, torture, and a little bit of a sex scene.
"Okay, look at me. Look at me," Clarke demanded, pointing to her own eyes. "We've been through this, what do we not do?" Cooper tilted his head to the side, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he stared up at Clarke. "That's right, we don't eat people food."
Lexa, Raven and Octavia watched her curiously, a little frown on their faces.
"She's really grown attached to that dog, huh?" Octavia commented.
"More so than I ever thought she could've." Lexa agreed, watching as Clarke held her fist out to Cooper, somewhat amazed when the dog hit her fist with his paw. "She also has him trained pretty well."
"Does anyone else get the feeling she likes that stray more than us?" Raven asked, watching the way Clarke interacted with the animal.
"Better than you and I, sure, but better than Lexa? Not a chance." Octavia laughed when Lexa glared at her.
"I think we should train Coop to be a sniffer dog." Clarke commented as she made way over to the three women, Cooper obediently trotting behind her.
"We have a new number, you can train him once we are done with that."
The number turned out to be a twenty two year old woman, rape victim, she had been raped at the age of nineteen, in her own home, and then again, by the exact same man, when she was twenty one.
Octavia seemed adamant that she was in danger but Clarke disagreed. Clarke was sure that the girl was the danger. And rightly so.
They had been tailing the woman for three days before Raven called Clarke, telling her the woman's phone GPS was pinging at a derelict warehouse and that Clarke was the closest to her.
When Clarke reached the warehouse she could hear the girl begging for whatever was happening her to stop and Clarke's strides quickened. The man had the girl pushed up against an old table, a discarded gun thrown off to their left.
The man jerked back at the sound of footsteps, blinking at Clarke in surprise while the girl scrambled to get her gun.
"She said no," Clarke growled, smoothly picking up the chair as she walked past and in one stride her had reared the wooden chair back and struck the man hard across the face with it. Clarke dropped the chair as the man dropped to the floor, shaking out her shoulders and huffing out an almost relaxed sounding breath. "God, that's always satisfying."
"I- who are you?" The shaken girl asked, watching girl as she dipped down and easily picked up the deadweight of a man from the floor, setting him on his knees in front of her.
"Why are you trying to kill him?" Clarke asked like the girl hadn't even spoke.
"I'm- I wasn't."
"Come on, kid," Clarke rolled her eyes, pointing down at to gun in the girls hand. "I know a lot more about you than you probably think, I know what he done to you."
"He raped me," The girl defended, "Got six months in prison, out in three, and he did it again. And when I told the cops you know what they said? That I was just saying this so that he would go down again, that it was double jeopardy." The girl shakily ran a hand through her hair, before jabbing the gun in the direction of the unconscious man, a fire in her eye that almost had Clarke smirking. "He walks past my house every. Day! He doesn't even have too but he does, he isn't going to stop."
The man on his knees in front of Clarke groaned, startling awake when Clarke yanked his head back by his hair.
"What-"
"I wouldn't move, buddy." Clarke warned, letting the man go and, smartly, he didn't move, his eyes training on the gun that was currently pointed at his forehead.
"Clarke, what are you doing?" Octavia's voice questioned in her ear.
"He doesn't deserve this, you know?" Clarke strolled over to the woman's side, leaning back against the bar. All three of her friends were shocked at the development, until Clarke spoke up again. "He deserves so much worse."
"Clarke, don't you-" Raven tried to protest but Clarke tapped the device in her ear, turning it off her coms.
"You couldn't do this, kid." Clarke said, and a quiet 'thank god' left the lips of the man currently on his knees. "You want him dead, he deserves to be dead, but taking a life, I don't think you're build for that kind of thing."
"He- he can't just get away with it." The girl said desperately.
"He won't," Clarke levelled her own gun on the man, "You might not be build for this kind of stuff but it's the only thing I'm good at." Clarke commented, sending the heel of her shoe into the man's chest when he began begging, pinning him to the floor with it. "Don't be so pathetic."
"I can't let you do this for me."
"Just get out of here. And if the police happen to come talk to you about him just tell them about the last time you saw him before this." Clarke ordered, looking over at the girl to see a look of sheer relief on her face.
"How do you deal with it? Killing people?"
Clarke shrugged nonchalantly, "Psychopath."
The girl nodded slowly, ambushing Clarke in a swift hug, thanking her before taking off toward the exit.
"Not all psychopaths are dangerous, a lot of them are- are doctors or lawyers." The man spoke quickly, holding his hands up. "You don't have to do this."
"That's true," Clarke agreed, pressing a little harder on his chest, a wicked smirk pulling its way into her lips. "Some are decent people. Not me, though. Me? I could pull out each and every one of your teeth without even a quiver of my heartbeat, I could give you the slowest, most painful death imaginable and then go get pancakes at iHop ten minutes later." Clarke leant forward, her elbows on her knees, her gun hanging somewhat haphazardly in her hand as she narrowed her eyes at the man across from her. "And I am going to kill you. Usually I would draw this out, make you pay for all the pain you put that kid through, but I don't have time for that. Lucky you."
Lexa had just reached the warehouse doors when the sound of a gun shot reached her ears.
"Raven is gonna be pissed," Lexa commented as she came up behind Clarke, eyeing the body on the floor.
"This guy wasn't going to stop," Clarke's jaw tensed as she stared down at the body. "Raven said our job was to protect people," Clarke lifted her eyes to Lexa, waving the gun in the direction of the body. "I'm doing my job."
Lexa nodded, she definitely didn't disagree with what Clarke had done, but she wasn't looking forward to Raven's imminent lecture. Lexa used the sleeve of her black, long sleeve shirt to wipe the blood from Clarke's face.
"Between you and me, what you done? Not allowing that girl to do this, to cause herself more unnecessary pain, it was the right thing to do."
Clarke simple shrugged, tucking her gun into the back of her waistband. "Let's get back and get this inevitable lecture out of the way."
And Raven did lecture her, about how she couldn't trust Clarke anymore. How they had worked so hard to take down the numbers without killing anyone and Clarke went and ruined that. And Clarke figured that if she could feel anything she would probably feel bad for what she had done. She didn't, she would do it again, but that was because her psychopathic mind couldn't understand why Raven had to do this so cleanly.
"I'm not going to apologise for her, I'm not going to apologise for her feeling like this was the right thing do." She heard Lexa snap later that night, and Clarke felt more than a little pissed that they were talking about her behind her back. "And, you know what, Raven? I'm inclined to agree with her. This asshole, he was something we've never dealt with before. He wouldn't have stopped, and the law, the people who were supposed to help that girl, wouldn't do shit, so Clarke done her job. Maybe that's why we need her, she has it in here to make the calls you won't."
"We can't just go around killing people. We do that then are we any better than the people we kill?" Raven challenged.
"Yeah, we are." Lexa immediately shot back. "Because in killing that man Clarke not only give that girl the piece of mind that she wouldn't be raped again, she made sure that girl didn't have to wake up every day with the burden of knowing she had taken another person's life. She gave that girl her life back, all she had to do was put down that animal."
Clarke decided she didn't want to listen to the girls argue anymore, making her way back to her room, reclining back on her cot.
A few minutes later Lexa came breezing in, an air of frustration about her. "What you did was the right thing," She said.
"I don't really care if it was the right or wrong thing."
"I know, and thats fine. We need your mentality to make calls that we won't."
"You need to cold hearted killer to make the kill orders." Clarke quirked an eyebrow at Lexa, her arm tucked under her head. She wasn't mad, she didn't really understand, not on a emotional level, but she had seen how draining it could be for someone with a conscience to take a life. To her, a life was just a number, a bullet in the barrel of her gun, but to everyone else a life was something different, something precious that had to be sheltered. So she wasn't mad that they needed her as a scapegoat.
"You aren't the only one who has killed people, Clarke. I was a CIA operative, I tortured people until they died from the pain. Octavia was black OPs. Raven's tech still kill people on the battlefield. We know what it is like to take a life, to put out a kill order."
"Yeah, but that still haunts you. You act like it doesn't but remembering what you did, you have nightmares about it. See you, Raven and Octavia, , you aren't wired like I am, so it lessens the burden to have me make the calls, and that's fine, I don't mind."
"Is that why you think you are here? Why you think we, I, want you here?"
"Isn't it?" Clarke's eyebrows raised questioningly as she stood up. "Like Raven said; I'm a liability."
"That's not true, you are an asset. And you complete this team. We all bring something different too the plate, and we need you." Lexa assured in a hard voice. "And I like having you around, it is better with you here."
"You mean less boring."
"Yes. It is more exciting, more comforting. More loving."
"Loving? Because of me?" Clarke snorted in disbelief.
"Sure, you aren't the most warm or loving person, Clarke, but I've never felt more loved than when I'm with you." Lexa admitted and she could see Clarke beginning to shut her out. "And I get that this is probably a little too much for you, and maybe you need time to process it. That's okay I just wanted you to know."
Clarke grabbed Lexa's wrist as she turned to leave, opening her mouth when Lexa turned look at her but she couldn't make her self speak, too worried that what she would say would somehow hurt Lexa.
"It's fine, Clarke, I understand that this isn't something you are good at. But never think that you aren't wanted here, okay?" Clarke's mouth clicked closed and she nodded, pulling Lexa in closer and kissing her, trying to convey how thankful she was for Lexa. And Lexa seemed to get it because she nodded when they parted, "It's okay,"
Clarke nodded, pressing a tentative kiss to Lexa's cheek.
"What you did for that girl, you might not have realised it, but that was compassion."
"Huh," Clarke hummed, giving Lexa's hand a minute squeeze when she linked their fingers together. "I'm not sure I like it."
Lexa laughed, gently pushing Clarke backwards as she backtracked toward the door. "I'll be back soon, I'm going to get takeout."
They all ended up chilling around the small table that night with a beer and takeout. Neither Raven or Clarke had apologised but they never really had to. Once they had cooled down they would fall back into the somewhat easy friendship they had.
"Sometimes, I think rape is worse than murder," Clarke commented, bringing her beer up to her lips, side eyeing her friends when they gave her a strange look. Clarke swallowed her mouth full of beer, "I mean, not a lot of women or men can get over something like that. It stays with a lot of people, tortures them, I've seen more than my fair share of women and men killing themselves because of it." Clarke shrugged. "At least if you're murdered it's done. Over. Afinado. You don't have to struggle for years to get over it."
"I suppose I can see your logic," Raven hummed, the opening of her beer poised again her bottom lip. "But being murdered means you don't get the chance to get over it."
"Even if you do get over it I'm sure it messes you up in someway," Octavia reasoned and Lexa side eyed Clarke, gauging her reaction. "I think I agree with Clarke."
"You think that girl will be okay?" Lexa wondered.
"I'm sure she will survive this." Raven assured.
"There is a massive difference between living and surviving." Clarke commented but nodded anyway. "But I agree. She wouldn't have gotten over killing him but while she was standing over him with that gun, there was this fight in her eyes."
"I will keep track of her anyway, just to make sure." Raven promised, leaning back to peer at her computer screen when it beeped. "New number."
"Already," Clarke groaned, setting her beer down on the table and standing up, stretched her arms above her head while Cooper stretched beside her feet. "I'm going to bed, we can deal with that in the morning."
Clarke was awoken the following morning by a loud bang on the door, startling both her and Cooper out of their slumber but Lexa stayed asleep, a complete dead weight on Clarke's chest.
Clarke was alert within seconds, her head snapping to the door to see Raven standing there.
"What the fuck, Raven?" Clarke groaned, one hand coming up to rest of Lexa's shoulder blade while the other covered her face.
"We need to go down to the station,"
"For what?"
"Our number was arrested last night."
"Okay, I'll get up and get ready." Clarke sighed.
"No, not you." Raven said before she could get up. "Lexa."
"Seriously?" Clarke sighed. "Are you still pissed about yesterday?"
"Yes, but that's only partially why you aren't coming. You suck at human interaction and this girl has been through a lot."
"Whatever," Clarke rolled her eyes, nudging Lexa awake. "Lexa, you're needed."
Clarke was at Raven's desk when they go back, her feet propped up on the surface, purely to piss Raven off, but that idea left her mind when she looked over her shoulder to see Octavia standing beside a timid looking girl, she wasn't much older than twenty.
"We paid her bail, she is under house arrest until the trail." Lexa explained while Raven and Octavia took the girl into Octavia's old 'room'.
"Why?"
"Because she is in danger, or she is a danger, either way we need to keep an eye on her."
"What'd she do?" Clarke asked, purposely, and pettily, dusting the chip crumbs from her hands over Raven's desk.
"Robbed a back," Lexa said and Clarke's eyebrows raised in surprise. "I know, I was surprised too."
"Are they sure?"
"They caught her, in the bank. There's no doubt she done it. But she said she doesn't remember doing it. Any for a good three hours after she was taken in the arresting officer said there was just nothing going on behind her eyes. Like she was sleepwalking."
"That's weird,"
"They also found she was wearing an earpiece."
"Like someone was giving her orders," Clarke said thoughtfully.
"There have been more like her, too. Women and men who have been pulled in for robberies and have claimed they don't remember doing it, even though there are witnesses and CCTV evidence that they did."
"She said the last thing she remembers was having something like flour blown in her face and the next thing she knows she is in a cell at the police station." Octavia spoke, making her way over to them with Raven, who glared at Clarke for sitting at her desk. "The clerk at the bank said she just stared blankly at him, holding a gun in his direction, it was like she was in a daze. Being mind controlled."
That sentence seemed to cause something to click in Clarke's head, her face morphing into a look realisation as she stood up, heading for the medical cabinet (filled with supplies they may have stollen from the back of many ambulances).
"Clarke?" Raven said questioningly as Clarke grabbed all of the equipment she needed to take blood.
"I think I might know what's going on." Clarke said, holding up the tube and needle. "But I need to take some blood."
"She was just arrested and spent the weekend in a cell and you want to agitate her further?" Raven commented.
"What do you think it is?" Lexa asked, taking a step closer to Clarke.
"When I was in Columbia I heard about this drug, scopolamine, devils breath. It effectively turned the user into mindless zombies who will essentially do anything anyone tells them, and they won't remember anything after. To use it people will just blow the powder into the victims face and it is like a switch. One minute they are in entire control of themselves then then they are susceptible to anything anyone tells them to do." Clarke explained, grabbing a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "If that's what this is, and this drug is in the states, it is very bad news."
"By why did we get her number and not any of the other victims?" Raven questioned.
"That's your job to figure you," Clarke called over her shoulder as she headed to the makeshift room they had the woman in.
She was just about to enter the room when Lexa came up behind her.
"Raven not trust me?"
"Not after what happened the yesterday. She thinks you're a loose canon." Lexa shrugged, "Also, you are hardly the best at human interactions and we don't want you scaring this woman anymore than she already is."
"Fair enough," Clarke nodded, slid the door open and allowing Lexa to enter first.
"Claire," Lexa announced cautiously, so not to startled the girl, and that was something Clarke probably wouldn't have even thought of taking into consideration. "Hey, this is Clarke. She thinks she might know what happened too you, but too prove it she needs to take some blood."
Claire sat nervously on the bed, nodding slowly. "What is it?"
"You said the last thing you remember was having some sort of powder blown into you face?" Clarke asked, pulling the chair over in front of the girl, taking a seat and holding out her hand.
Claire nodded, offering her arm to Clarke who reminded herself to be gentle as she looped the tourniquet around the girls arm and tightened it. "Yeah, like flour."
Clarke rubbed a little rubbing alcohol over the girls vein and began setting up the needle. "I think you might have been victim to this drug called Devils Breath. It's not harmful, not really, you won't have any lasting effects, but its does put you into a zombie like state. I think that might be what happened too you."
"So I didn't do it?"
"No, you did," Clarke said, peering back to Lexa when she punched her shoulder. "Well, technically, you did. But, if this is true, you won't be charged for it."
Claire nodded, her jaw tensing when Clarke slid the needle through her skin and into her vein.
"Do you remember anything about the person who did this?" Lexa questioned and Claire shook her head.
"No, sorry."
"It's okay, don't apologise." Lexa assured, giving the girl a calming smile as Clarke took a few vials of blood before extracting the needle and pressing a cotton ball to the puncture wound.
"But I, uh, I had this phone when I left the station, it wasn't mine."
"Maybe it was the one they used to contact you, they found an earpiece, too." Clarke said, looking back at Lexa, forcing Claire to bend her arm at the elbow.
"Can we have it? We might be able to trace the calls."
"Sure," The girl agreed, fishing around in the pocket of her jacket for the phone.
"Guys," Octavia peeked her head into the room. "Niylah just called, the station was robbed, probably in inside job, you'll never guess whose case boxes were rifled through."
"We can," Clarke hummed.
"And we think we might know why," Lexa held up the phone. "And we think we know why we got her number and not the other victims."
"Number?" Claire frowned.
"We will explain it all later," Clarke promised, standing up and holding the blood out to Octavia. "Take this to Lincoln to get tested."
"We will bring you something to eat," Lexa addressed Claire. "Anything in particular you want?"
Clarke left without hearing the girls answer, making her way to Raven's desk. "I think they are trying to kill her because she still had the phone."
"If that's the case they will come after her, regardless of where she is."
"And this is probably traceable, as soon as we turn this one they'll come for her." Lexa said.
"If feel sorry for them if they do." Clarke shrugged. "But we can't do it here. If we are going to leave them alive, they'll remember where our hideout is, we have to go somewhere else."
"She's right," Lexa agreed.
"You guys can take it to the abandoned warehouse a few blocks from the station." Raven handed the phone to Octavia. "I will stay here and look after Claire."
Clarke moved to the subway cart that held the locker she used for her weapons, routing through it for her silenced pistol.
Lexa moved to lean her shoulder against the locker beside Clarke, eyeing the length of her body. "Well, don't you look giddy at the prospect of shooting people."
"What can I say? It is the one thing that gets me going." Clarke flashed Lexa a smug little smirk.
"Oh, wow, I'm hurt." Lexa placed her hand over her chest in faux hurt.
"I'm sure," Clarke rolled her eyes, closing her locker and leaning her back against it.
Lexa's lips hooked up into a little smirk. "We both know that's not the only thing that gets you going." Her forearm pressing against the metal beside Clarke's her as she moved in front of her, pressing their bodies together. "You are quite partial to a little bit of… pain."
"Mm," Clarke hummed, her eyes lingering on Lexa's lips. "Unfortunately we don't have time for that kind of fun right now."
"Oh, please, I could have you quivering underneath me in the matter for minutes if I so pleased."
"Maybe tonight, I will need it if I actually get to shoot some people." Clarke stared at Lexa from under hooded eyelids.
"You are a strange one, Clarke Griffin."
"You love that about me," Clarke said, the words leaving her mouth without much thought. She was about to backtrack when she noticed no change in Lexa's expression, Lexa's smile never once faltered.
"One of the things," Lexa admitted in a soft voice. That was something Clarke always thought admirable about Lexa, she allowed herself to feel everything. The bad, the good, everything in between, she felt it, she worked her way through it. She wasn't afraid to express it.
Clarke licked her lips, trying to search for the words to tell Lexa that she did, in fact, feel the same way about her. "I-" She started but was promptly interrupted but Octavia, who peeked her head into the room.
"Grab your sniper, Clarke, we are going to have you nesting in the top tier of the warehouse." She informed her before darting away again.
Lexa looked back down at Clarke, who hadn't taken her eyes off of the woman towering over her. "I know." Lexa moved her hands to cup Clarke's cheeks, planting a kiss on the girls lips. "Let's get ready too kick ass."
Clarke built herself a little snipers nest in perfect view of the door when they got to the warehouse, chewing happily on the chips she had brought.
"Do you have snacks?" Octavia asked incredulously and Clarke stopped chewing briefly before humming.
"I didn't know how long I would be here for,"
Lexa felt her lips pull up into an adoring smile, shrugging Octavia gave her a questioning look.
"Who cares if I get cheeto dust on my rifle? It's mine, not yours."
Lexa snorted out a laugh, hopping up onto one of the nearby creates, swinging her legs as she waited patiently for the gang to come after the phone.
"You guys are being tracked, they'll probably be there soon." Raven informed them and Clarke dusted off her hands, situation herself more comfortable with her sniper, peering at Lexa down the scope.
"Well, don't you look good down the scope of my rifle." Clarke commented and Lexa laughed, flipping her finger in Clarke's direction without looking.
"You should write valentines cards, Griff." Lexa said teasingly.
"That was my backup plan after master assassin."
"I have eyes on a group of six coming into the warehouse." Raven informed them and Octavia tutted.
"I was hoping they'd bring a few more, make a little more difficult." Octavia said, sounding genuinely disappointed.
"I feel like, maybe, we should sit each of you three down and figure out what is going on in your heads." Raven commented in jest. "I have a slight inkling that Clarke isn't the only one with some sort of personality disorder."
"You are just realising that now?" Clarke huffed out a laugh, moving to look at the door when it slid open.
The men looked a little startled to see Lexa and Octavia sitting there nonchalantly, like they weren't faced with six burly men who were probably packing some serious heat.
"You have something that belongs to us," The apparent leader commented after a few seconds of confusion, jabbing his gun in the direction of Lexa and Octavia.
"I hope you're talking about the phone because that is no way to talk about a woman." Lexa tutted coolly.
"What would your mother think?" Octavia sighed.
"Listen, bitch-" The man made a move toward the girls, prompting Clarke to turn on her laser sight, training it on the mans chest.
"Ah, ah," Lexa held her hand up to stop him, pointing her finger at her own chest, directly over her heart, where Clarke had the laser pointing on the man's chest. "Now, we can do this one of two ways; the easy way, which is you telling us where you are based and us turning you in. Or, we can do it the hard way. And I don't think any of you will like the hard way."
"Is that right?" The man laughed mockingly. "What you gonna do? Talk me to death?"
"No," Lexa hummed, a faux look of thought of her face. "First, we will hook each and every one of you up on those very convenient hooks by your arms, if you are luck. Your legs if you're not. Then my buddies and I will torture the information out of you. I don't know about them but I will start off with pulling each and every one of your toenails off, and not quickly, slowly, so you feel every bit of the pain. Then," Lexa pulled out her flip knife Clarke had given her for her birthday (it was strangely adorable of her), and flicked it open. "I will cut tiny little cuts on the most sensitive parts of your bodies, yes, I am talking about exactly what you are thinking. Most of you would have caved by then but those of you who haven't, well, electricity is very good means of persuasion."
Most of the men looked terrified but a few didn't and that made Lexa smirk. This was going to be fun.
"And who is going to do that? One of you two? You're friend with the rifle."
"All three of us, I wouldn't want to have all of the fun." Lexa smirked, tilting her head to the left.
The guy moved closer to the girls again and Lexa held up her finger, giving it a little twitch, which told Clarke to take a shot. And she happily did, sending a .50 cal round into the main guys right hand man's knee.
The man shrieked in pain, catching the front mans attention. Everyone's attention snapped in Clarke's direction and she smirked, giving the group a smug little two fingers salute.
"Now, are you going to behave yourselves?" Lexa asked, her eyebrows arched at the men.
The men seemed to realise they weren't playing around, all of them holding their hands up while two of them picked up their friend.
They didn't answer they question, though, so the girl were forced to shoot each of their knees and heave them up onto the hooks. They were all dazed by the pain of their kneecaps being shattered, one of them even passed out.
The girls were surprised that the front man was the first to cave, giving them everything they needed to take down the tiny gang before it became something bigger.
Raven gave all the information to Niylah and Lincoln, who were getting really fed up with going to abandoned locations to see their perps bound and gagged.
"Hey, at least we are doing your job and letting you guys take the credit." Lexa commented as they left the warehouse.
Lexa could tell by the twinkle in Clarke's eyes that she was definitely in for a good night, and apparently so did Raven and Octavia because they left with Claire as soon as Octavia got back.
The night started a little rougher than usual, not that Lexa minded at all but, after almost and hour, Clarke slowed down, her damp head leaning against Lexa's as she slowly moved her fingers inside Lexa.
Lexa seemed to realise the sudden shift, opening her hooded, dark eyes to peer up at Clarke. They just stared at each other for a few seconds, panting against the others lips before Clarke spoke up in a voice softer than Lexa had ever heard from the self-diagnosed, self proclaimed psychopathic master assassin. "I love you, I think."
"I didn't think you were the type to proclaim your love during sex," Lexa commented with a breathless laugh, her eyes fluttering closed and her back arching off the bed when Clarke curled her fingers inside her, biting down on a spot on Lexa's neck that she knew really got her going.
"I love you, too," Lexa amidst a moan and, God, was that the sweetest sound Clarke had ever heard.
"Good," Clarke hummed against her skin, the atmosphere shifting against at Clarke picked up the pace. "Now, enough of that feely shit."
Raven and Octavia looked almost shocked when they returned to see the bruises and bite marks covering both of their teammates necks, Octavia making a quip about Dracula being real but neither girls cared, Clarke to occupied with the food the girls had brought them back, sharing her fries with Cooper who was curled up at her feet.
"What happened with Claire?" Lexa questioned, chewing happily on her food.
"We took her home, they have enough evidence to know she didn't do it off her own back so they dropped the charges. Lincoln is personally keeping an eye on her," Raven explained, motioning toward Clarke. "We told her it was thanks to you that we figured out how it really went down, she said thank you."
"Guess it's lucky I spent time in Columbia," Clarke shrugged, offered the puppy at her feet a little piece of her burger.
They got another number a few days later and when Clarke heard the name of the number she frowned, it couldn't be.
Lexa noticed her confusion, touching Clarke's thigh. "You okay?"
"It has to be wrong."
"The machine is never wrong." Raven sounded almost hurt that Clark was questioning the machine.
"It has to be. That's my old boss, Roan told me she was dead, I seen the body."
"You seen it?"
"Roan sent me a picture," Clarke said dismissively, a look of realisation washing over her face when she realise what must have happened. "He's in on it."
She didn't know why, but what she did know what that Alie didn't know Clarke was working alongside one of the only people who has access to a machine that was watching everyone and could find anyone. She would find Alie and Roan before they found her and find out what the fuck was going on.
