Only one week passed since Lexa moved into Clarke's house and she haven't unpacked yet. She couldn't complain, her and her supervising officer had a really rough week and she had been too busy and exhausted to remove her things from boxes.
It was the 'Saturday pancake day', according to what Raven told her. She invited her to join and Lexa agreed to help with the cooking. Everyone was happy, especially Octavia because she knew Lexa could cook without setting anything in fire. They have bonded over their common cooking skills, sort of.
Clarke was the last one to join the other women at the table, after a quick sower. Her hair was still wet and she was wearing a white dressing gown. She listened at the conversation between Octavia and Raven, but seemed to not be interested in, so she looked at Lexa with a smile. The new roommate was feasting over the incredible pancakes she made with Octavia.
"Good morning. So, it's been a week now, how are you feeling living with us?" She asked while getting herself a cup of coffee.
"Better than waking up at five because kids are jumping into your bed," She replied, smiling back at her. "Living with here is better, and watching you three always fighting about everything feels like a TV show."
"Well, I like having you around here," Clarke took a small sip of coffee. "Since they always team up, it's always two against one. Now things can finally be equals."
Lexa chuckled to hear what she said. "Hmmm… We'll see about that." She replied.
"Hey guys, are you working tonight?" Asked Octavia, leaning with a fork to pick a piece of pancake in Clarke's plat. The blonde looked at her with an annoyed face.
"Really, Blake? You really have to pick my food?" She gave her a gentle tap on her arm, trying to be serious but Octavia laughed and Clarke found herself laughing with her. Lexa was right: they looked like characters from a god damn TV show. "Yes, I think we're on desk duties tonight."
"That sounds fun," Raven added, sitting at the table amongst them. "You like working with Griffin?" She asked Lexa.
"She's a bit of a hard ass, but I think I'll survive." She looked at Clarke and then to Raven. "She haven't strangled me so far."
"You should have seen Lincoln when he was my supervising officer," Octavia said, taking another piece of pancake from Clarke's plate. "He almost never talked to me when we were patrolling, except when I had made a mistake."
"And then you ended up drunk enough at the Grounder told him you thought he was hot as fuck." Raven added, moving her shoulders.
"You were the one making me drink… and you played the drunk girl, telling him you couldn't take your car so he can drive me home."
"And you've been in love since then, sweetheart. I love being Cupid." The other brunette replied.
"How about your supervising officer, Clarke?" Lexa asked.
The blonde looked at her rookie and her smile slowly faded. "They all have to be rough on rookies, you know. She was a really great supervisor and we were a great team." She finished her meal, cleaned the plate and put it into the dishwasher. She excused herself and went to her room.
"Did I say something wrong?" Lexa interrogated her two other roommates.
"Eh, no, not really. It's not like you knew…" Started Octavia.
"Anya was Clarke's S.O. and they have always worked together until they encountered with a child abductor." Raven said, looking at Lexa. "We all thought the man was unarmed, but he had a gun in his apartment. He shot Anya and she died on the spot. Clarke was shot in the shoulder, but she was able to take care of him before he ran away."
Lexa felt really sorry hearing that. She would have not talked about it if she knew about Anya's death. "When did this happened?"
"About a year ago." They answered at the same time.
"Clarke had a rough time mourning her… They were really close. Like, 'us' close." Octavia added, pointing a finger between her and Raven. "It took months before she could get back on the job. Kane wouldn't let her until he was sure she was feeling better."
"I think I can understand that. Thanks for letting me know, guys. I don't want to make her sad or hate me." The rookie explained to them.
"I'm sorry for earlier." Lexa apologized to Clarke, putting her seatbelts on. As usual, Clarke was driving the patrol car.
"Don't worry about it, Woods." The blonde added, starting the car. She saw the rookie nodding and they drove until reaching the sector they were supposed to patrol. Since another officer got tackled by an angry drug dealer, they switched desk duties to be on the streets. Clarke was drinking a soda while Lexa was looking at her phone, when they got a call.
"16-20, we got a call from an old lady, saying she heard a man yelling and throwing stuff at his window, he is scaring everyone around. Do you mind checking up on this?" Clarke looked at her rookie.
She took her radio and answered. "This is 16-20, we got this." The girl on the radio gave her the location and they turned around, heading to the scene.
They didn't put the lights nor the sirens, because that could alert the man and give him the time to escape. Clarke wouldn't want that and neither does Lexa. They got out of the patrol car and entered the apartment block. She they ran into the stairs and got up to the apartment. They could still hear the man angrily yelling.
"Seattle Police Department, open the door." Clarke said, banging on the door. The yelling stopped and they heard footsteps towards them. Lexa was ready to anything that could happen. A young man, around 25 years of age, slightly opened the door and looked at them. He looked surprised to see two women. The officers could only see his face, because he was hiding behind the door.
"Yes?" He said.
"I am Officer Griffin and this is Officer Woods. May we please come inside?" Clarke asked politely.
The man had a hard time to swallow and he stuttered. "This is… is… not a really good time, I'm – hmmm… sorry."
"Sir, we had someone calling us for disturbance." Lexa added, grabbing her belt and looking at him with a serious look. "If you can…"
The man closed his door and Clarke looked at Lexa, taking her gun off the holster. The new rookie step back, took a swing and pushed the door with her boot. After two attempts, the door shattered and they both got inside, Lexa following her supervising officer.
The place was a real mess. There was broken glass on the ground, the couch had been vandalised by something sharp, perhaps a knife. Clarke intimated her to look into the rooms at her right, while she was obviously taking care of the left side. Lexa nodded and she got into the first room, looking under the bed, trying not to make a sound. The apartment was small, but there was many places to hide – they had to be careful.
Lexa heard a scream and exited the room she was in, finding the man on the top of the blonde. She was struggling to remove the knife in his hand, careful not getting stabbed. Lexa pointed her gun at him. "Hands in the air!" The guy immediately obeyed the rookie's order, dropping the knife on the floor.
Clarke took the control of the situation, smacking the man on the ground without trying to be careful. You don't mess with a police officer's life. As soon as he had the handcuffs on, Lexa went searching for anything else in the rooms she didn't had the time to look into. She found a woman's body in a pool of blood. There was no way the woman could still be alive with all this blood around her. "Clarke, we need an ambulance!"
She was right behind her, looking at the scene with a grimace. It was going to be a long day for both of them. Looking at the suspect, she took the radio and said: "This is 16-20, we need medicals right away. There is an unconscious woman on the ground, she lost a lot of blood. We have a possible suspect in custody. We'll bring him at the SPD for interrogation as soon as we can leave the scene, do you copy?"
"Copy that 16-20, the paramedics will be there in 5 minutes more or less. 10-4." The voice in the radio said.
She looked at Lexa. "Officer Woods, search him, please." The brunette nodded and did what she asked. Clarke took medical gloves out of her pockets and crouched over the body to have a better look of the body. She tried to find a pulse in the wrist of the woman, but there was none, of course. Trying not to alter the evidences, she just observed what she could. There was not much, since she was laying on her stomach. She took a few notes into her notebook.
Since there was a purse in the room, Clarke searched into it to find the body's identity. It was a girl a bit younger than the man they putted handcuffs on. The paramedics arrived and she looked at them.
"Her striker slashed her carotid. We will need the forensic scientist to look at her body." The paramedics nodded and they took care of the body. They left the crime scene five minutes later.
