Author's Notes: I just wanted to thank everyone who is reading, reviewing, following, and marking this as a favorite story. We've had a rough week in this fandom, there will be slow burn and angst, but no "damn I meant to kill her but killed you instead moments."

Crisis

Chapter Four: Blackouts

Bellamy slowed the ambulance to a stop as close as possible to the dock. "Jackson, we cannot wait here long, the ambulance will get stuck." Bellamy stepped into the rear of the ambulance to help Jackson with the stretcher and supplies. "Bellamy, we can't wheel this through the snow, we are going to have to carry it." Jackson was right, the snow was far too deep to push the small wheels of the stretcher through. Together they grabbed the stretcher and trudged towards the water.

Within seconds they had come across the shivering foursome of Ugueth, Miguel, Tor, and Shalene. "Oh please, please help, they fell into the water they need your help." Shalene called out to Bellamy and Jackson. Her lips were blue and complexion pale; she had been out in the cold for far too long.

"Ma'am, you need to start warming up, can you walk to the ambulance unassisted?" Jackson recognized the signs of hypothermia and knew the woman needed to start rising her body temperature.

"Yes" she said as her voice quivered with her shivering body. The woman stood, her body never reaching its full extension, she looked like a partially frozen piece of meat, semi-malleable but mostly stiff.

Bellamy turned to the man the woman had been hovering over, "Jackson this guy is dead, there is no chance of saving him, he's gone."

"Bellamy, we can't leave the guy here. He'll be buried in the snow, it'll be days, if not weeks till they'll be able to recover the body."

"Jackson, we have two more people to get in that ambulance, let's check the other two then decide what to do with this one."

Ugueth walked over to Bellamy, "you'll take us to Johns Hopkins" the man asked in a thick accent.

"Of course sir. We need to assess this other man and then we will leave."

"Okay. This is my brother Miguel, he went into the water after that man. He wasn't in the water long."

Jackson turned his attention to Miguel, the man was blue, his pulse nearly nonexistent, his breathing exceptionally shallow. Jackson quickly inserted a needle into the man's arm and began an I.V. providing a warming solution. "Bellamy, help me get this man onto the stretcher. Sir, I know you are cold, I know this has been very traumatizing, but are you strong enough to carry that man's body to the ambulance."

"I'll try." Ugueth stood and lifted Tor's stiff body onto his shoulders. He felt weak but he knew to complete his mission he must help and not raise any suspicions.

Bellamy and Jackson lifted the stretcher and walked their way through the deepening snow. They slide the stretcher into the ambulance, Shalene sat on the small bench in the back of the ambulance.

"Sir, we have it from here, thank you for your help, you and your brother are true heroes. Please go get in the front seat, start getting warm, we'll be leaving very shortly." Bellamy saw a true hero, a man who helped a stranger and even when weak continued to help.

"Jackson what are we going to do with this man?" Bellamy stared at the lifeless body trying to figure out what they could do with it.

"Unlock the stretcher, I'll hold it against the bench, that should provide us just enough floor space to slide his body in on its side. It's not the most dignified body recovery, but it's the only option we have."

"Let's do it." The two men worked quickly adjusting the position of the stretcher to fit the lifeless body in the ambulance.

Jackson stepped into the back of the ambulance, Bellamy slammed the doors shut, and then entered the ambulance, sliding behind the steering wheel. He put it into drive and prayed it had not yet become stuck. After a moment of hesitancy, the ambulance began to pull forward in the heavy snow.

"How long till we get to Johns Hopkins?" Ugueth had asked no questions about his brother's condition. Bellamy found the man's point of focus to be odd, but assumed it was because of cultural differences.

"The snow is deep; the drive will be slow but it shouldn't take too long. Do not worry we will make sure you and your brother receive the best care possible."

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"Lexa, can you talk? Lexa come in?" Monty called into his headset. He needed to speak with Lexa, he wasn't sure what was going on but he needed to give her an update.

Lexa shifted in the recliner, grabbing at her now aching arm. She wondered how long she's slept for, across the emergency room she could see a maintenance worker cleaning up small pools of blood, she must've only been asleep for a short time. She scanned over the department, but did not see the person she was looking for "where had Clarke gone to now? She is certainly one who likes to keep busy, another key attribute," Lexa thought to herself.

"Lexa, are you there? I need you to get somewhere you can talk this is urgent." Monty's slightly panicked voice yanked Lexa alert from her groggy state. After another scan of the area she closed the door to the casting room, and adjusted the small radio in her ear.

"Monty what's going on?"

"Lexa, we've got to figure out a better way to stay in contact, these delays are not going to work."

"I know how to run an op, just give me the damn update, that's your job." Lexa was irritated and firm in her response. She knew her job, she knew what to do, and she knew the importance of communicating with her handler, she did not need a lecture, especially from someone who had never even been in the field.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, it's just, more cameras have been blacked out. Whoever is doing this knows this hospital, they know the blind spots in the security cameras. This is not a tech person, Lexa, it's not remote access, this person is getting within an arm reach of the camera and spraying something over the lens. From the texture it looks like something tacky, like a sealant or foaming caulking or something, it's weird Lexa. It's not a material you'd plan to use, it's a material of convenience, but the person's ability to navigate around the camera indicates a planned approach."

"Monty, how much access do you have to Hopkins records, patient files specifically?"

"With permission, just to the server with your file on a strictly navigated path, so basically nothing."

"Does Indra know about the cameras? And how much access can you get and how quickly can you get it?"

"She knows about the parking garage cameras only. In a few seconds I can access all of it, but you and I both know Indra will be pissed if she finds out, we told her you wouldn't interfere."

"I know, but this is spreading, I'll find her and update her but first access the patient charts from last night till this morning. Look for a patient admitted in the E.R. with burns, find out his father's info on the chart." Lexa knew her direction to Monty would upset Indra as she did not like being pushed to the backseat while someone else dictated actions regarding the safety of her people. She would have to find Indra, she would have to explain things to her. Lexa paced the casting room waiting for Monty to come back with information.

"Okay, I'm in. I have three with burns, one looks like child abuse, child admitted with several cigar burns on her legs, arms, and stomach; another was burned when she dropped a pot of boiling water on herself; and the third was due to fireworks."

"That one, the last one. The patient was a male, so it must be the last one."

"Got it, patient name is Skyler Moore, father is Richard Moore. Parents are divorced, there's no contact information for the mother just a name Kathleen. Father is a plumber, works for Roto-Rooter. Father's medical record shows he's been brought in by the police a couple of times for a blood alcohol analysis. The mother has a patient file, shows she's had treatment for a broken nose, broken ribs, bruised jaw, fractured wrist, it's a real train wreck. The hospital staff reported that they thought domestic abuse but the patient would not confirm."

"Stop, go back. Did you say the father was a plumber, like someone who might have access to an adhesive or foaming spray to fix pipes readily? With as often as his wife seemed to be here it's possible he could have some understanding of the camera's pathways."

"I'll do some more digging into this guy. He definitely reads as violent."

"Do that. Now, tell me more about the cameras we've lost." Lexa needed to know where this man had been, so she knew how to best protect Clarke.

"All cameras in the parking garage are out. The cameras on the exterior of the emergency room are out. Cameras throughout the emergency room are out. Cameras by the patient waiting rooms and locker rooms are out. Two of the elevator's cameras are out. Cameras are out throughout several corridors, Zayed Tower is pretty much all out, Lexa, there's no rhyme or reason to this, it's like the person is just randomly walking throughout the hospital blackening out cameras. It's not really isolated, though the emergency room department and surrounding areas are the most impacted."

"Are any cameras blacked out in or near the burn unit or pediatrics?"

"The burn unit is clear, but pediatrics is pretty much all out. The path from Zayed Tower to the pediatrics wing is all dark. The camera on the nurse's station is good but the patient hallway is out. Lexa, what are you thinking?"

"This Richard Moore guy threatened Clarke today, the areas you're mentioning, except for the outside cameras is where Clarke and I walked today. Earlier she had a page up to pediatrics. This guy is after her, we have to protect her."

"Wait, Clarke? Are you talking about Clarke Griffin your…"

"Yes" Lexa cut Monty's words short as she realized she had no idea where Clarke was, "Monty, I lost her! She had a patient come in, in an ambulance, she put me in a side room and I lost her where is she?"

"Her cellphone tracking shows she's in the locker room."

"You mean in the area where all the fucking cameras are out?"

"Shit! Lexa, are you close?"

"I'm already on my way."

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"Whoa speedracer, no need to run through an empty hospital unless you're aiming for another injury you'll refuse to explain to your doctors." Wells shouted after Lexa, he found her to be infuriating, she found him to be a pompous ass. Lexa offered no response to Wells, she wanted to downsize his ego but Clarke's safety was her utmost concern at this moment, she'd deal with him later.

As she rounded the corner to the hallway with the door to the locker room, she paused briefly and removed the small handgun from the holster attached to her ankle. The loose pant material, which flared only slightly on the lower leg, perfectly concealed her holstered firearm. She took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. Using the door to guard her back she turned to the right, pointing her pistol in the same direction. The room was dimly lit, the black leather couch sat empty in the corner, showing years of wear and tear. Near the couch was an old table with a few chairs, against the far wall sat a fridge and a microwave sat on the counter. Nothing seemed odd. She scanned from right to left, noticing some locker doors stood open. On a small wooden bench sat a small black duffle bag. Lexa walked towards the bag and examined its contents. She shifted a shirt to the side revealing Clarke's hospital security badge. Clarke's phone was on the bench and was lit up as if recently used. She picked up the phone, her thin fingers stuck to the back, she placed the phone down and tried to wipe the tacky substance onto her pants. As she walked past the open lockers noticing the contents were shuffled about and several of the lockers appeared to have a similar tacky substance on them.

Lexa continued her search of the locker room as she could hear a shower running. Lexa quietly pushed open the shower room door, again using the heavy wooden door to cover her back. Steam filled the area. She looked to the right. A large mirror filled a portion of the wall, with a row of sinks below it. Messaged on the steamed glass were the words, "You're Mine" Lexa turned on her heels scanning the room. No one else appeared to be in the room. She walked down the small isle of showers. The only shower in use was the last shower on the left. She checked each shower stale as she walked down the aisle. Each stale was as empty as the last, its curtain pulled to one side revealing the vacant shower area. When she reached the final stale, she could see the curtain was pulled across the area, concealing anyone who may be within.

Lexa bent cautiously and confirmed only one person was in the shower. She let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding in, Clarke was safe, but someone else had definitely been here. Lexa stepped away from the shower and caught a momentary glimpse of Clarke through the small crack between the curtain and the shower stale wall, she quickly turned away and walked towards the mirror.

Her heart raced, while her glimpse was mere seconds and completely unintentional the image was etched into her mind. Clarke's soft curves contrasted against the sharpness of her hip bones. Lexa could not shake the image of water racing along the lush curves of Clarke's breasts, how the water danced down her back and rolled over her perfectly rounded butt. Lexa tried to erase the image from her mind as she swallowed hard. Lexa wiped the message from the mirror hoping the steam would fill in the space before Clarke stepped out of the shower. Lexa wanted to spare Clarke from the worry of harm until she knew what the risk was that they were facing.

As she walked back through the locker room she closed the open lockers noting each number as she closed the door. She scanned the area once more assuring no one else was in the locker room. She holstered her gun and stepped out of the locker room and right into Indra.

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"Lexa, what were you doing in the doctor's locker room?" Indra appeared uneasy to see Lexa lurking about in her hospital. "Come with me." It was not a question, or even a statement, it was a command. It had been a while since Lexa had received a command from Indra. However, she still knew not to question Indra, she knew she would have to face this conversation soon or later, she just hoped it would be later.

Indra walked into an empty room, Lexa followed without question. "Now Lexa, what's going on?"

"Indra I know you have questions but just give me one second." "Monty, you there?" Indra glared at Lexa in frustration, she wanted answers and did not have time to wait for this conversation "Listen Lexa…"

"Lexa I'm here, what's up?" Lexa raised her hand to silence Indra, an action she knew her former Master Sergeant would not appreciate.

"Monty, do you have any cameras with a line of sight on the doctor's locker room?"

"What! Why do you have your handler accessing my security feeds?" Again Lexa raised her hand to silence the older woman.

"Lexa she sounds pissed, good luck. I don't have a camera with a direct line but I can turn the angle on the one by the nurse's station just enough to catch a reflection of the door on the elevator."

"Good, do that. Let me know if anyone goes in there and when Clarke comes out you keep her in your sight until I'm back with her. Also, see if you can track the camera outages, pull them all up, as soon as you see one go out let me know so I can get there."

"Copy that. I have visual on the locker room door, no activity at this time."

"Monty, if she's not out in fifteen minutes let me know."

"Will do."

"Enough Lexa, it's time to tell me what's going on? Why are you here? Is the agency investigating my referral?"

"Indra, I'm sorry you've been left in the dark, this was not intended. As to what's going on, I don't know exactly. What I do know is that Richard Moore threatened Clarke this morning, he's escaped police custody, an officer's firearm is missing, and someone with knowledge of this hospital's security cameras is navigating through this hospital and blackening out security cameras with some type of adhesive spray. There's a sticky substance on Clarke's phone, on several lockers, which have been searched, those lockers are one, seven, nine, twenty, twenty-seven, thirty-nine, and forty-three. There was also a message on the mirror in the locker room 'You're Mine,' someone is after Clarke and there's a violent massively large man missing who may be armed and previously threatened her. I came here for treatment, I stayed because she asked me too and I had nothing better to do, as for your referral, you know I can't answer that and you know you can't ask me about agency matters."

"Fuck. And all of this has to happen when there is a blizzard and when I have an unguarded Saudi Arabian prince in the hospital. Lexa I cannot have this get out to the media. Whatever happens here, during this lockdown, I need to keep this under wraps, can the agency help?"

"You know whatever I do, the agency cleans up. Let me take the reins, focus your team on security for the prince and whatever happens to this person threatening Clarke, will get quietly cleaned up."

"Lexa you were always one of my best, I trust you with my life and the life of my squad hundreds of time, please don't let this be the time I misplace my trust. And Lexa, if you have any alternate objectives when it comes to Clarke Griffin you better come clean, she's an impeccable doctor, one of the best leaders I've ever met. She has a world of potential, do not compromise her for your own selfish gains."

"Indra my duty comes first, you know that. I promise you I have no ill will or intentions when it comes to Clarke Griffin." Lexa felt insulted, Indra knew how to challenge her but she knew she only did it to see Lexa's response, to validate the truth of her words.

"Monty, I want more information, more details, I want to know everything about Richard Moore and I want it in an hour. Indra has an unguarded Saudi Arabian prince in the hospital, reach out to intel find out if there is anything I need to be concerned about, have them search," Lexa pushed looking at Indra to give her additional information, "Saed Ahmed" Indra told Lexa with a bit of hesitancy, "his name is Saed Ahmed. Details Monty, get them. I'll contact you in an hour."

"Indra I'm only trying to help, you can help me or you can interfere, that decision is yours. I recommend you let me help."

"Share any intel you get about Ahmed, this is a PR and safety issue for this hospital. As for Moore, deal with him however you deem worthy, just don't damage my hospital and make sure my people stay safe."

Lexa offered only a nod as she walked out of the room. She needed to be with Clarke, she needed to make sure Clarke was safe. Lexa turned down the hallway and began to walk towards the locker room, "Monty, has she left the locker room?"

"No one has gone in or out of that locker room."

"Thank you." Her fire had been lit, there were no pleasantries, she was only about business now.

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Lexa continued her march towards the locker room, her anger fuming and unwavering, she would not allow anything to happen to Clarke Griffin. A loud crash sounded down the hall to the nurse's station in the emergency room, she turned towards the sound as she continued to walk backwards. The maintenance man, presumably just finishing his mopping of the emergency room floor, had crashed into a metal tray.

Knowing there was no risk of threat from the direction the sound came, Lexa turned to face down the hallway and immediately walked into Clarke. Her skin with still damp from her shower, the subtle smell of coconut wafted from her golden wavy locks, her breath grazed Lexa's neck as their bodies collided. Lexa caught Clarke before she fell to the ground, she hadn't realized she had been walking with such force.

Once Clarke was back to her feet and sturdy, Lexa gripped at her arm as the pain was radiating. "Lexa, are you okay? How's your arm? We never filled your prescription, that means you haven't had pain medication for hours you have to be in pain, I'm sorry I lapsed on treating you."

Lexa was staring into Clarke's deep blue eyes, the vision of Clarke showering entering her mind once again, her heart raced as Clarke's lips moved, forming words Lexa was not hearing. "Clarke, umm. How was your shower?"

"Let's go get you some medicine, my shower was fine." Clarke smiled at Lexa's seemingly absent minded state. She took her right hand and pulled her gently in the direction of the hospital pharmacy. Clarke's shower must have relaxed her as she pulled Lexa slightly closer than a doctor would normally be with a patient. Lexa leaned into Clarke's soft grasp, she felt comforted, for some odd reason she felt safe next to Clarke, a feeling she had never experienced.

"Lexa, cameras are going down, outside the security office." Lexa jolted alert at Monty's statement. She raked her memory she knew the security office was near the pharmacy, only a few halls over. She needed to investigate, but did not want to risk taking Clarke to the same area the maniac may be, but she also couldn't leave her alone.

"Clarke, show me around the hospital, let's go this way, only a slight detour?" Lexa coyly smiled at Clarke, hoping the playful smile would convince her to detour.

"You know Lexa; I think you know a bit more about this hospital than you lead onto. But sure, I'll amuse your request, a detour it is, where would you like to go?"

Lexa had revealed some of her hand, but it was necessary to protect Clarke, now she needed a cover. "I've been here a few times, I've had irritating doctors and have wandered the halls to escape their leering. And quite honestly, I like time with you, so this time instead of wandering the halls to escape a doctor's leering, I want to wander the halls with a doctor I'd like to leer at." Her checks instantly pinked at her statement, as the vision of Clarke showering entered her mind once again, she wished this was not the way she had first seen Clarke naked. She shook her head at the thought that there were other ways she wanted to see Clarke naked, "what was wrong with her" was a thought that seemed to repeat in her mind, nearly as often as the image of Clarke showering.

"Let's go this way" Lexa turned Clarke down the hallway that led to the security office. Lexa stared into a security camera as she walked by, the lens was clear, "so what's down this hallway?" Lexa asked the question a bit louder than she intended, she hoped Monty would get the hint.

"Lexa, no more cameras have gone down. It's been a few minutes since the last camera went out, I'm not sure if Moore is still down the hallway. The cameras in your hallway are clear. The cameras to the east of the security office are clear, everything to the west seems to be blacked out."

"Clarke, what is your favorite part of the hospital?" Lexa questioned as they continued to walk towards the blackout zone.

"Hmmm, well I think my favorite part right now would be the pharmacy so I could get my favorite former patient some much needed pain medication."

"Lexa, you're entering the blackout zone, I no longer have visual on you."

"Noted." Lexa's response was meant for Monty, but she hoped Clarke would not find the response too odd. "So, what's the best way to the pharmacy without going back the way we came? I want to see something new." Lexa knew the best path would be right past the security office, she hoped Clarke would take the same route.

"If we walk this way it's nearly a straight shot to the pharmacy. Tell me Lexa, how is it that you are so familiar with this hospital. I completed med school at Hopkins, it took me two years to learn these hallways, and still sometimes I find myself lost in the old hallways. And yet you claim to have learned your way around because you've been a patient here a few times, I don't buy it. When we came back to the emergency room tonight you led me, I intentionally stayed three steps behind you, you guided us back to the emergency room from Zayed Tower, you took a route different than the route I used to take us there and you took the fastest route possible. You know at first I thought you were maybe the victim of a violent relationship, something domestic, now, I'm convinced you are in a line of work that puts you in danger."

Lexa continued to walk down the hallway, scanning the area for Moore, trying to figure out how to escape Clarke's spot on analysis. Her observational skills were impeccable, her ability to read people was better than any trained agent she had met, Clarke was made for this.

"Clarke, there is a time and place for everything, now is not the time or place for this discussion. I promise you." Lexa knew there was no way to talk herself out of this situation, and she knew she didn't want to. There was something about Clarke, she wanted to tell her the truth.

"Lexa, you know you cannot reveal your identity, you cannot tell Clarke anything about your assignment, your purpose for being in that hospital."

"I know that" Lexa responded to Monty irritated at him once again for telling her what her job was, "that may not sit well with you right now, but I'm asking you to trust me." Lexa covered her random outburst.

"I don't know why, to be honest, but I do, I do trust you Lexa. Today I watched as you let me treat other patients while you sat and waited. I listened to you console a woman you didn't know, to tell her she honored her husband's memory. You owed her nothing, you owe me nothing and yet, here you are. I trust you Lexa, and when you're ready you can tell me whatever you're willing to tell me."

Lexa couldn't help but smile at Clarke's words, her observations. A sudden sneeze from behind a closed door ripped Lexa from her Clarke entrancement. She pushed Clarke against a wall, "Clarke, stay here, do not move, I'll be right back." Lexa knew she couldn't tell Clarke who she is, what she does, but she also needed to make sure Moore was contained and Clarke was safe. Lexa reached for her ankle and removed her firearm. Clarke watched Lexa, analyzing every motion, intrigued by the woman who tactically approached a door.

Lexa pulled open the door, she reached her hand inside the door and flipped on the light switch, two interns, in a precarious situation was all she found. The man's once erect penis slapped limply against his thigh at the sight of Lexa's gun. Lexa rolled her eyes, flipped off the light and shut the door. She holstered her gun and busted out in laughter. Clarke cocked her head to the side, trying to figure out how Lexa had gone from focused intensity to comedy club attendee.

"Lexa I'm going to move away from this wall, and come towards you, you need to tell me if you are against this decision." Lexa's laughter continued as Clarke walked towards her. "Care to explain what just happened in there? I'm assuming the gun wasn't necessary."

"Oh it was necessary." Lexa offered no further explanation. Clarke could not contain her curiosity, she opened the door discovering the interns sitting on the hospital bed, the girl frantically trying to help firm up the downed cowboy. "Oh shit! I'm sorry. But, have a little decency this is a hospital not a motel." Clarke closed the door and looked to Lexa.

In a whispering voice she asked, "did you cause the…drooping?" Both burst out in renewed laughter. Clarke stretched out her arm to help Lexa resume a standing position. "Come on, let's go get your pain meds."

"All clear. I mean, yes…. let's go get some pain medication."

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The ambulance slipped and slide on the snow packed roads, nearly striking several cars, today Bellamy's driving skills were remarkable. He navigated the large vehicle on the narrow roads with care and considerable haste for the weather conditions. The weather was worsening, visibility was scarce and the depth of the snow was increasing to a nearly impassable amount.

"Bellamy how much longer?" Jackson knew the man on the stretcher had very little time left and the woman sitting next to him was fading quickly. There was only so much he could do.

"Jackson, I think about five minutes, we're only a couple of blocks away." Bellamy knew it was closer to ten minutes than five but he hoped he'd be able to cut the time, hoped the roads would become less crowded with cars and he would be able to drive quicker without having to worry about hitting any parked cars.

Jackson reached for the small radio on his shoulder, "Hopkins E.R. ambulance ETA five minutes, one DOA, one with advanced hypothermia, two suffering from moderate hypothermia, copy?" Jackson waited for a response, there was nothing but radio silence. He tried again, he knew there had to be staff remaining to treat anyone that may arrive during the storm, he knew they wouldn't close the emergency room, "would they" he thought to himself.

Again Jackson called into his radio praying someone would answer, "This is the Johns Hopkins emergency room, affirmative on ETA five minutes." Jackson was revealed to hear the voice on the other end, now he needed to keep the man in front of him alive until they reached the hospital.

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Wells placed the radio down and looked for Clarke, once again he turned to paging the woman, "it's a good thing I came back, since I'm the only person staying in the department." "Dr. Griffin to the emergency room, inbound patients. Emergency room nursing staff please report to the emergency room, inbound patients. Dr. Marshall to the emergency room, inbound patients. All available interns to the emergency room." Before Wells could complete his page, three nurses had arrived in the department.

"Cheryl, get warming blankets, we have three patients with hypothermia coming in. Karen, open up trauma rooms one, two, and three, let's keep them close together so we can help one another, we are short staff to be handling three urgent cases at once. Stephanie, get someone from the morgue up here, looks like we already have a fatality from this storm. I have a feeling this will not be the first one."

As interns and nurses arrived Wells directed them to trauma rooms and distributed tasks amongst them. He assumed the more preparation he conducted the faster they would be able to treat the patients. He checked his watch, two minutes, he looked around wondering why Clarke had not arrived yet.

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Clarke heard the page while filling Lexa's prescription, she quickly thanked the pharmacist and turned back towards the emergency room.

"Lexa come in." Monty's voice was firm; Lexa knew this was his "this is urgent" voice. Clarke was standing next to her pulling her back towards the emergency room, the one area of the hospital Lexa wanted to keep Clarke away from, especially when she had been paged there, telling Moore exactly where she would be. She had to respond to Monty, she'd have to explain a bit more to Clarke.

"What is it?" Lexa asked the generic question. Clarke looked at her with confusion, she knew Lexa had seen the prescription and she knew this particular medication had been prescribed to her. "The pain medicine? It's Tylenol three with codeine, I saw in your record that you didn't like opioids and that this had been prescribed before, so I stayed with this pain medication."

Lexa had not heard a word of what Clarke was saying, she was focused on Monty, "Lexa, there were groups of people rushing to the emergency room, but I caught a glimpse of something, or someone. I'm trying to refocus the image, make it sharper, it was from the camera pointed towards the elevators, the image is a reflection in the elevator door. The image looks like a man with a gun, but the man does not seem to meet the physical attributes of Moore, the image is distorted, I can't be certain. I lost the man, but he is somewhere near the emergency room, and I'm nearly certain he's armed."

"Noted" was Lexa's only response to Monty. She needed to think fast she needed to keep Clarke away from the emergency room, she could not risk walking her into this, it felt too much like a trap.

"Lexa are you okay?" Clarke looked at the woman standing next to her, she stopped walking to really look at her, something was wrong and Clarke needed to figure it out. "Lexa, what's wrong?" She knew she needed to get to the emergency room but she still had a bit of time before the ambulance would likely arrive.

"Clarke, you can't go to the emergency room, it's not safe, you need to come with me, we need to go somewhere safer." Lexa offered no further explanation she just needed Clarke to trust her on this one.

"Lexa, this is my job, those patients are my responsibility. They need my help; I can't turn my back on them. Do you care to explain to me why you feel the emergency room is not safe?"

"Lexa don't blow your cover" Monty warned. Lexa was torn, she could not give away her identity but she couldn't risk Clarke's safety.

"Clarke, have you forgotten about that cop? She arrested a man who threatened you, that man escaped her custody, and her service weapon is missing, he knows your name, he knows you're an E.R. doctor, he could be waiting to hurt you, you have to stay away."

"Lexa, Octavia, I mean Officer Blake, has searched the area around her patrol car, she has another service weapon, she keeps an extra in the trunk of her patrol car. She's met with Indra and is patrolling the hospital. She is looking for him, and is well aware of the threat he poses, she will find him there is no need to worry." Clarke turned from Lexa and began to walk back towards the emergency room.

Lexa stood for a moment, she was not accustomed to being ignored, to having her concerns pushed aside. "Clarke there's more, someone is in the hospital taking out the security cameras, look here," Lexa pulled Clarke towards a camera she knew had been sprayed with adhesive "look at the camera, do you see the weird substance on the lens, it's some type of adhesive spray. Several of the cameras are coated in this material. This same substance is on your cellphone, it was on lockers in the locker room, and someone wrote a message in the steam on the mirror in the shower area. Clarke, Moore, is after you, you cannot go to the E.R., it's not safe." Lexa was near pleading with Clarke, she had revealed nearly all of her cards, she could not lose this battle.

"Wait, did you go through my things? Who do you work for, are you a spy for Indra or something? How did you know the man's last name? Look Lexa," Clarke walked up on Lexa, the taller girl stepped back until she felt her back press against a wall, "I don't know who you are, or what your angle is, but these are my patients, my responsibilities and I will not walk away from them. You should find Kane; he can tell you where you can spend your time while you ride out the storm. Stay away from my things, I can't believe you went through my stuff, maybe the sticky substance came from you touching it."

Clarke whirled away from Lexa, blonde hair twisting in the air as she walked away. Her blood was boiling, Finn would do this to her, he would search her possessions, go through her phone, try to stop her from upholding her responsibilities. She would not deal with another person doing the same thing. While she felt her anger rising, she also felt a sting a disappointment.

Lexa stood against the wall stiff, she felt a hot tear roll down her cheek. Reaching up she wiped away the single tear, unsure if its presence was from her frustration or the sting of Clarke's words. She needed to explain herself to Clarke, but explaining more would risk exposing who she was; nonetheless she had to try. She chased after Clarke, she couldn't let this happen.

"Clarke, please listen to me."

"Not now Lexa." Too angry to speak, Clarke continued her march towards the emergency room.