Clarke was currently standing in the middle of the main briefing room, along with Kane, Agent Reyes, Agent Blake and Agent Jordan. They were all gathered as Lexa took the floor and explained the next case she had intel on.
As a man's face appeared on the large monitors that hung around the room, Lexa began to speak.
"This is Cage Wallace. Drug Lord of Mounin Mafia Territory. Wallace cuts out the middle man and is gusty enough to import heroin directly from south east Asia into the United States, we just don't know how. And that's not even the worst of what he does. He's developed a new drug, which has been coined as simple "Red". Whilst giving the buyer the high that they are looking for, it also increases cravings for the drug every time it's taken, so that the user has to be keep buying and taking the drug, just to stay sane. If they can't pay up, their killed and dumped."
Clarke looks up at the screen. The guy looks like a douche. Craggy face, Slick back, jet black hair, that just comes of greasy. It looks like he practically lives in sharp suits, as more photographs pop up on the screen on him at different events.
Just then Agent Reyes speaks up. "I've read about this guy. Dude is evil. Even the cops are scared of him. Pretty sure he's gotten away with killing a couple. And from what I've heard from witness accounts, his right hand man is even worse."
Lexa nods at Reyes and then presses a button on the wireless control for the monitors to bring up a photograph of another man. "Indeed, This is Carl Emerson. As Reyes said, He is Cage's right hand man, second in charge if you will. He in particular runs one of Cage's most thriving businesses, a club in Down Town..."
Lexa goes on to inform them of Cage's most popular business and hangout, The DropShip nightclub. The brunette suggests a plan that Agent's Griffin, Reyes, Blake and herself go in plain clothes, undercover, into the Club that night to scope out any of Mounin Mafia's dealing, particularly any involving "Red". Kane gives his approval and they all head home to change before meeting at Clarke's place before going over to The DropShip.
Clarke really isn't in the mood for drinking, flashing lights and loud heavy bass. Nightclubs have never really been her thing, opting to go to bars or a friends house if she ever did have the chance to let her hair down.
Lexa had said that they all needed to act and dress as they would if they were normally going out for a night on the town, so Clarke decided on a simple black mini dress with heels. It was a little tight fitting, but it made her feel good about her body and it really was what she'd normally pick out. She applied some light makeup and wore her hair down, running her fingers through it to pull more of her locks over the right.
There a knock on the apartment door, so she makes her way out of her bedroom and along the hall into the kitchen, where the apartment door sits to the left.
Clarke opens the door and her eyes meet Lexa's green ones. The brunette opens her mouth to speak and then stops herself, her eyes flirting rapidly from Clarke's eyes, to her hair, her nose, her lips (which linger a little longer) and then suddenly shifts her gaze to travel ever so slowly down the blondes figure. Clarke cant really make too much of a comment over that, as she's mental slapping herself for doing the exact same. Lexa is dressed in a deep burgundy button down, a few buttons are left undone at the top, revealing the slightest hint of cleavage. Her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows and the bottom of her shirt in tucked into...Jesus...very tight...very LEATHER black pants.
Clarke looks back up to see Lexa staring back at her with a small smirk and a quirked eyebrow, the brunette looks like she's about to speak again when they are interrupted by Raven and Bellamy.
Raven is dressed similarly to Clarke, but in a red mini dress and Bellamy has gone for black jeans and a black button down shirt.
"Great! We're all here, shall we make a move?" everybody nods to Raven, Clarke grabs her purse and keys and they all head out to the club.
Lexa is having an internal struggle. Yes, they are all currently ordering their drinks at the bar of the club, but this is strictly for work purposes. She needs to focus, look out for any sign of Emerson or Cage, for any low key deals taking place. All of which would normally be a simple enough task, if it weren't for Clarke Griffin and her little black dress. She wonders if the blonde knows just how sexy she looks, if she's noticed Lexa's inability to tear her eyes away from shamelessly ogling her partner. Lexa's pretty damn sure that Clarke checked her out back at the apartment, which is a wonderful turn of events, but she's also not naive enough to believe that Clarke would even entertain the idea of being anything more than what they currently are. Still, being checked out by Clarke is a win.
The four take their seats at a booth of to the right of the dance floor. The DropShip is an impressive club. Space themed – obviously. A large circular dance floor sits in the centre of the building, a huge glass sphere sits above it, the DJ Booth. 2 bars run along the entire span of the building on each side, and booths like the one they are currently seated are scattered around the dance floor.
They make small talk whilst they sip on their drinks, it turns out Raven and Clarke have built quite the friendship in the passed 3 weeks and regularly hang out in their free time. She learns this after they were discussing favourite TV Shows and Raven has mentioned her and Clarke's recent binge session of 'House M.D' on Netflix at Clarke's place last week. Lexa cant help but wish that the blonde had invited her over to watch Netflix. Bellamy appears to be a huge history buff and will
knock out a review of literally any book you mention. Clarke mentions her love of Art and music, she plays the guitar but insists she's only pretty average in her abilities. Less can't help but think the blonde is downplaying herself slightly, in her eyes she imagines Clarke is probably amazing at anything she chooses to do.
Just then Raven brings her out of her thoughts.
"What about you Lexa? What is it that you do in your spare time?"
"Well, I like-"
"Are you asking her about her hobbies before or after her life of crime?" Clarke grumbles.
Lexa frowns, that came out of nowhere.
"Clarke.." Raven warns, giving her a look as if to say 'dude, what the hell?'
"What raven? It's a valid question, I'm tired of pretending that we've let a known, lowlife drug criminal into our-"
Lexa clears her throat, cutting of the rest of the blondes sentence. "uh, I'm gonna go and get another drink and mingle around the place, see if I notice any deals going on." And with that Lexa stands and heads off in the direction of the bar, wondering what on earth brought on Clarke's outburst. I thought we were getting along.
Clarke watches Lexa walk away from their booth and feels her stomach drop. Why the fuck did she just blurt that out? She knows why. She can feel herself warming to the brunette more and more everyday, and after the way her body reacted to Lexa earlier, she can no longer lie to herself that she is indeed attracted to her too.
"That was shitty Griff. I wasn't exactly keen on the idea of Less joining the Bureau at first, but even I can see how much good she wants to do. You should really give her a chance. And may I add, none of know exactly what Lexa was doing all those years after she left Azgeda. You can't just go around making assumptions. You should really give her a chance."
"Ugh. I know Rae, god she looked so hurt when I said that. I'm gonna go find her and apologise."
" Okay Griff, me and Bell will have a mooch around too. See if we spot anything going down. Be nice, make an effort."
Clarke made her way through the crowded club trying to spot Less through all the dancing bodies. When her searching eyes finally found the brunette, she was standing St the bar talking to a red headed woman. The red head threw her head back, laughing at something Lexa must have said, whilst running her hand over the brunettes arm.
It annoyed Clarke that the sight of someone flirting with the brunette bothered her. Although she wasn't about to admit to herself that the feeling in her gut seemed suspiciously like jealousy. Clarke strutted up to the two women at the bar and stopped by Lexa's side, silently grabbing the brunette's hand and leading her to the dance floor.
"Hey, I was in the middle of a conversation with that girl" Lexa shouted over the music. "what is it, did you spot Emerson? Cage?"
Clarke didn't answer the brunette, instead she turned around, pressing her back into Lexa's front and bringing the other girls hands to her hips.
"uh...Clarke?"
"Lexa, just dance with me."
"Lexa,just dance with me"
Lexa swallowed, hard. The fact that her hands were sitting snuggly in Clarke's hips right now was making her head spin. Not 15 minutes ago the blonde was calling her a low life and now she's dragging Lexa away from the ref head at the bar and now she was pressed against her...swaying her hips... .seductively.
Hang on. Clarke wasn't JEALOUS, was she?
Not wanting to wait this sudden opportunity, Lexa shook herself out of her thoughts and gripped the blondes hips more tightly, pulling the other woman closer to her body. Her eyes nearly rolled in to the back of her head when she felt Clarke roll her hips, grinding her ass back into Lexa's crotch.
Lexa leaned down, her lips slightly grazing the blonde's ear.
"Not that I am not enjoying this impromptu dance, but I must say I'm slightly confused. About 20 minutes ago you were calling me a lowlife drug criminal"
She felt Clarke tense and then the blonde turned back around to face her, arms draping around Lexa's neck as she continued to sway to the beat. The blonde looked into her eyes
"Yeah, about that, I'm sorry, I was an asshole. It's just that...you came barrelling into my world, knowing next to everything about...well, everything and I still don't know anything about you."
"Well, I was going to share before you cut me off back there..." Lexa isn't going for a dig, in fact it makes her happy that Clarke wants to know more about her.
The blonde rolls her eyes and Lexa continues "...I will answer any questions you have, I'll be honest with you, I'd like to be friends Clarke, for you to trust me."
Lexa smiles back when Clarke gives her a nod with a small smile of her own.
And as Lexa continued to look into the blonde's eyes, she was confused to feel something press hard into her back. Her stomach twisted as a familiar male voice spoke into her ear.
"Commander, Long time no see".
Clarke was startled out of her stare with Lexa, when she saw Emerson appear behind the
brunette's back and whisper something into her ear. She watched as Lexa's eyes went wide and felt the other woman's hands tighten on her hips. Clarke's own eyes nearly popped out when she heard Lexa next speak.
"Emerson, long time indeed. You want to tell me why there is a gun pressed against my back, right now?"
"Just a precaution Commander, I know how slippery you can be. Cage wants to see you, wants me to take you, who's the blonde?" Emerson jerks his head in Clarke's direction.
"She's no-one, just a girl I met at the bar. If Cage wants to see me, we'd better now keep him waiting." The brunette's eye bore into Clarke's silently pleading with her not to give anything away "Thanks for the dance blondie, maybe I'll see you around." Lexa bent forward, pressing a soft kiss to Clarke's cheek, whilst quickly whispering her ear. "Don't follow, go home, I will text you, Trust me."
Clarke felt herself start to move back into the brunette's space, but was stopped when Lexa ever so slightly shook her head 'NO'.
Clarke could only watch, helplessly as Emerson walked Lexa through the club and out of sight.
Fuck.
Clarke rushed through the club, desperately searching for Raven and Bellamy. She soon found them standing at one of the bars and quickly ushered them out of the club.
Once outside the club, Clarke relayed to them everything that just went down with Lexa and Emerson.
After she finished talking, raven spoke up
"I don't like this Griff, she's in there with those guys, alone. God knows what they're asking her, or doing to her, we can't just leave her."
"Don't you think I don't know that Rae? My instincts are screaming at me to call this in, go back in there and pull her out. She told me not to, she asked me to trust her, you told me I should trust her, give her a chance." Clarke ran her fingers through her hair, she's stressed, she doesn't know WHAT to do.
"Clarke's right..." Bellamy added. "...If we go barging in there, Mounin are going to know who we are and we could ruin everything that Lexa's worked for...if Lexa asked us to go, then she must believe that she can handle it. I say we go back, we wait and if there is no word from her by morning, we'll bust in there"
