It's short but it's better than nothing, right?
Despite it being the middle of the night, there are still a fair amount of people working and all the ladies back at headquarters gather around to watch as Clarke, Indra, Harper and Monroe march the guys through the hallways in their underwear.
"Is this really necessary?" Bellamy asks Clarke.
"Embarrassing, isn't it?" Clarke says sweetly.
"I'm not so concerned about myself," Bellamy assures her. "But did you have to do this to Monty? He's a good kid."
"Isn't he a criminal like the rest of you?" Clarke asks him.
"He's just a hacker. That's not that bad. Besides, you tried to drug me, you aren't exactly innocent yourself," Bellamy scoffs.
"God, you talk way too much," Clarke groans. She turns to Indra who is right behind her. "Take these guys to the holding cells. Get Maya to find them some clothes. Harper, get the necklace to Raven so she can find out if it's fake or not. I'm going to question Bellamy."
"Do I get clothes too?" Bellamy asks.
"Not until I say you do," Clarke tells him.
"Clarke," says Abby, appearing from out of nowhere. "Let him have some clothes and some sleep. You can question him in the morning when you're both refreshed."
"When will you let me do things my way?" Clarke scowls.
"I did let you do things your way, remember? You ended up handcuffed to a bed," Abby reminds her. Bellamy chuckles and Clarke shoots daggers at him.
"You must be the boss," Bellamy says to Abby. "I'm Bellamy."
"I know who you are, Bellamy," Abby says, her mouth twitching in an almost smile. "Take them to long term confinement."
"Wait, can I see my sister?" Bellamy asks. "Is she okay?"
"Your sister's fine, unfortunately," Clarke snorts. "You can see her when we walk past her cell."
Clarke doesn't really sleep that night because she's too busy thinking about Bellamy. And no, not in a sexual way. At least, not much. It's mostly because she just wants to question him and make him pay for making a fool out of her. But also, he does look really good in just his underwear. Too bad her mom made Maya give him clothes.
And okay maybe she's been feeling a little sexually frustrated ever since that night where he left her handcuffed to the bed, but she's not about to do anything about it because if she gets herself off now she knows she'll only be thinking of him and his goddamn sexy smirk and toned chest. Which is, obviously, out of the question. So she focuses on mentally preparing a list of questions to ask him in the morning.
She's up at the crack of dawn, and since she stayed the night at headquarters instead of going home, she immediately drags Bellamy from his cell to the interrogation room. Raven and Abby are right there with her, following her to Bellamy's cell.
"So, Octavia was telling the truth, the diamonds we got from Bellamy are fake," Raven tells her.
"Great," Clarke says sarcastically. "We're literally no closer to getting the necklace back to Dante Wallace."
"Bellamy may not have it, but he might know something about where it is," Raven points out.
"Are you sure you don't want me to question him, Clarke?" Abby asks.
"Mom, I'm sure," Clarke assures her as they reach Bellamy's cell. Although it's probably too nice to be called a cell. It's more like a downscale motel room. They really treat their prisoners too well. Clarke unlocks the door and glares at Bellamy as he grins at her from where he's sitting on the bed.
"Good morning," he says, and Clarke scowls harder at him.
"Come on," she says, cuffing him and pushing out of the cell. Clarke takes him into the interrogation room while Abby and Raven enter the observation room.
"Is that your mom?" Bellamy asks Clarke after he's sitting across from her. Clarke doesn't bother to sit, feeling more of an advantage while she's looking down on him.
"I'll be asking the questions," Clarke tells him.
"So ask me something," Bellamy returns.
"The necklace you have is a fake," Clarke starts.
"Not a question," Bellamy points out. Clarke can feel herself getting frustrated with him already.
"What happened to the real one?" Clarke asks him.
"I have no idea," Bellamy shrugs. "Someone obviously stole the real one and replaced it with a fake. Which is the one I stole."
"So you have no idea where the real one might be?" Clarke presses.
"No," Bellamy says flatly. Clarke isn't totally convinced but she carries on anyway.
"Who are you working for?" she asks. "Why do you want the necklace?"
"It's worth six mil, Clarke. Who wouldn't want it?" Bellamy snorts.
"Who are you working for?" Clarke repeats. She's pretty certain he's not after it for his own gain.
"I'm not working for anyone," Bellamy says petulantly, clearly lying. Clarke narrows her eyes at him.
"Has Octavia been telling you a lot about us?" Clarke asks.
"Not really," Bellamy admits. "Not until my name came up and she felt the need to warn me."
"If you knew who I was the whole time, why did you engage with me?" Clarke asks.
"If I didn't engage you would have found a different tactic. I needed to make sure you weren't going to follow me," Bellamy says. It makes sense, but Clarke's not totally satisfied.
"You didn't have to get me out of my dress," she scowls.
"That part was just for fun," Bellamy winks. Clarke pretends to be immune to his glinting eyes and wicked smirk but in truth she's feeling the heat. It's probably a good thing Abby hadn't let her question him in his underwear.
"Why didn't you stop sooner?" Clarke huffs. She's not entirely sure this line of questioning is necessary but she's still frustrated with him and she's forgotten all the other things she was planning to ask him.
"Oh, I see what this is about," Bellamy says knowingly, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face, making Clarke's heart race and her palms sweat. "You're upset I didn't get you off." Heat immediately rushes to Clarke's face and Bellamy's smirk only grows wider.
"That is not what this is about," she says hotly, aware that her mother is standing in the next room listening to this conversation.
"Sure it is," Bellamy says nonchalantly, seemingly unaware of Clarke's discomfort, or perhaps spurred on by it. "You're pissed that I got you all hot and bothered-," he's saying and Clarke cuts him off.
"That's enough, Bellamy." Bellamy ignores her.
"… that I brought you right to the edge and then didn't follow through," he grins triumphantly. Clarke is blushing furiously, but she refuses to let him get to her.
"It's okay, Bellamy," she says, feigning a calmness she doesn't feel, "some men just don't have the skill." Bellamy's jaw drops then and Clarke is the one to feel triumphant. "This interview is over," she says tersely, striding out of the room. Abby and Raven meet her at the door. Abby is looking at her disapprovingly while Raven is just grinning. "Don't say anything," she warns them.
They realise they have to let Bellamy, Octavia, and the other guys go, seeing as they don't really have any reason to keep them. Strangely, Bellamy feels the need to come and say goodbye to her.
"Just thought I'd let you know I'm leaving now," Bellamy tells her. "Sorry you didn't get what you were after."
"We'll be keeping an eye on you," Clarke warns him. He still obviously wants the necklace, and there's no way Clarke is going to let him get to it first.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," he winks. "Oh, and by the way. What you said before. I do have the skill. I'd be happy to show you sometime."
"In your dreams, you pig," Clarke spits at him.
"Count on it," he winks again and Clarke is glad he's already turning to go before he sees her blushing. Why, oh why does she have to be attracted to him? Octavia leaves with him, though Abby has given her the option to stay. Indra is disappointed to say the least.
After the Blakes and their associates are gone, Maya approaches Clarke carefully.
"Clarke I think you need to see this," she says, handing Clarke a tablet. Clarke looks at the image on the screen, a photo of a relatively famous actress that she vaguely recognises but can't name off the top of her head. What really catches her attention though is the adornment the actress has around her neck. It looks exactly like the necklace Clarke is looking for.
"Maya, who is this?" Clarke asks.
"Lexa Lindgren," Maya says. "This picture is a few years old now but when I saw it I knew this was the necklace."
"You think she sold it to the Wallaces and has now stolen it back?" Clarke asks.
"I mean, it's not totally implausible," Maya shrugs. "She's going to an awards ceremony this weekend. I can get you into the after party she's going to."
"Perfect."
