Hi people... I was too excited to wait and post, so here is chapter 7. It is technically Friday where I am, so we are sticking to our schedule, just as planned. Enjoy my dear readers, enjoy...

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Chapter 7- Beautiful

As Bellamy regained consciousness, he heard shouting and commotion in the distance. He felt a small hand probing the wound on his head making him wince and another loosely holding one of his hands. Above him was the most soothing, soft spoken voice he had probably ever heard. The voice was distinctly feminine, and she was asking him to open his eyes. It was impossible to deny such a lovely voice its speaker's request, so he slowly opened his eyes.

For ten solid seconds, Bellamy for sure thought he was dead because there was no way on God's green Earth the stunning creature before him was real. It had to be a trick. He soaked in the warmth and compassion that the woman seemed to exude. She had to be an angel.

The first thing Bellamy noticed was her extraordinary blue eyes… The bluest he had ever seen, and they were watching him intently. Bellamy immediately felt sad for being the reason those eyes were full of concern and worry. They were the most alluring sky blue, and seemed to look right through him and pierce his very soul. The next thing that drew his attention was her golden blond hair. It was woven into a long braid that hung over her shoulder. The streetlights cast a warm glow off her hair making it shine like a halo or a crown. She had exquisite fair skin, and an adorable oval face with a sweet smile gracing it. She looked like one of those fairytale princesses from the children's stories his mother read to him as a child… The ones who were kind and good-natured, helping everyone in the story including the monster.

Beautiful. Bellamy thought looking up at her face. His princess chuckled and said, "You're not so bad yourself handsome."

Bellamy blinked realizing he had spoken out loud, and flushed a little, embarrassed for his outburst. She helped him stand up carefully. His head did hurt pretty bad, but he no longer was feeling dizzy or like he was going to blackout again, so that was a plus. He watched her like a hawk as she quickly moved to Adam, who was 2 or 3 feet away and took over applying pressure to his shoulder where he was shot. She began talking to him in quiet tones, asking him his name and occupation to keep him awake.

Bellamy took a moment to take inventory of his own injuries… Head wound, ripped stitches in his arm, and possible concussion. He was doing pretty darn well for a guy who would have had at least two bullets in his chest if not for his bodyguard. He looked around for his phone, spotting it, and picking it up, he knew his guys would be freaking out. He needed to call them. Looking at the screen, he realized his IPhone was completely shattered, and was unusable. He quickly took a look around noticing two people far away with phones taking pictures, but no one else in the vicinity.

The sound of sirens made him look up. He watched as an ambulance rolled up and two male paramedics got out walking over to his princess. They both greeted her with smiles, and began to get to work on Adam. He was losing too much blood with the bullet still in his shoulder, so they had to move quickly. They were both loading him up on a stretcher and into the back, when his princess walked a couple of steps to where he was standing.

Now that Bellamy was standing up straight, he got a full view of his princess. He was a bit surprised to find how short she was. She must have been like 5'4, max, and she was wearing dark blue hospital scrubs. Bellamy subtlety checked her out, and was pleased to find she had a smoking hot little hour-glass body. She wasn't twig thin… No, she had curves in all the right places. The types of curves that a man could really hold onto. To put it bluntly, her body was downright sinful and tempting. Everything else about her said she was an angel though...

"Hi," She said sweetly, maybe a little awkwardly. She got a little flustered and blushed saying, "so they are taking Adam to Mount Sinai. Are you ready to go?" She asked. Bellamy just nodded, watching her intently.

He wanted to make sure Adam was going to be okay, and he needed to get to a phone, but most importantly, he had to get the name of his princess. They walked over to the ambulance and climbed in the back. Bellamy sat by Adam's head. The poor man had passed out unconscious from blood loss.

His princess began giving orders and instructions to the paramedic. Seen as how the hospital was just across the street of the park, the time it took to get to the hospital was maybe five minutes or so.

Once the ambulance pulled up to the ambulance bay, the stretcher was unloaded, and Bellamy followed as they rushed straight into the emergency room. The ER had various beds and curtains set up for patients as well as 3 or 4 exam rooms across the hall of the ER. The emergency room wasn't too crowded. Only about 3 or 4 of the beds being used for patients. There were various nurses milling around, and occasionally a doctor or two.

Bellamy watched as Adam was wheeled away through a set of double doors marked 'Authorized Personal Only Beyond This Point'. Bellamy just stood there for a second lost in thought, hoping Adam would be alright and knowing he had people to call, before they all panicked seeing the shooting on the news or something and tore the city apart looking for him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a finger tapping three times on the back of his hand that was hanging at his side, sending bolts of electricity up his arm with every tap. Looking down, he noticed his princess smiling shyly at him. She had grabbed her white lab coat and donned it at some point. "Come on you… Let's get that head wound looked at." She said, her eye flickering up to the wound, before settling back on his eyes.

One well known fact about Bellamy Blake was that he didn't do hospitals. He never went to the doctor's office or hospital unless his grandmother dragged him by his ear, literally. He always preferred to have the Family doctor look him over in the privacy of his home or just patching himself up. When he got sick, which was a rare occurrence in and of itself, he turned into a real bear… Everyone knew to avoid him like he had the plague when he was sick. Looking into the bright eyes of this enchanting doctor, he found himself following after her wordlessly, without a fuss.

She led him into one of the exam rooms directly across the hall and asked him to sit on the bed. He did as she instructed, smiling internally at how she bossed him around so effortlessly. From the exam bed, he had a clear view of the emergency room and its entrance through the glass window… It was one of those weird one-sided windows.

It was clear to him this woman had no idea who he was, just by the way she treated him, and it was so unbelievably refreshing. He wanted to keep her in the dark for as long as possible if he could.

He noticed she had an ID badge clipped onto the pocket of her coat. The name on it read 'Griffin, Clarke'. He paused for a moment noticing the last name, he wondered briefly if this was Jake's daughter, but then he remembered her name was Charlotte, not Clarke, so it was probably just a coincidence that they had the same last name. His also noticed the crown stickers attached haphazardly over the picture and information. Well, that confirmed his princess nickname was spot on.

All those thoughts about her not finding out who he was, came to a crashing halt seconds later when she asked, "Can I get your name mister?"

Bellamy sighed deeply, knowing he was fixing to get bombarded with squealing or very loud exclamations of surprise or a ton of questions like usual when people learned his name. He closed his eyes and hung his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Bellamy. Bellamy Blake." He muttered.

"Okie-dokie." She responded easily.

Bellamy looked up to see her writing on a chart. She looked so unbelievably cute with the crease between her eyebrows and biting her bottom lip as she concentrated on what she was writing.

"That's it?" Bellamy asked confused. "You don't know who I am?" He usually at least got a wide eyed stare.

It was Clarke's turn to get confused, she turned and looked at him. "Yes, of course I do. It's Bellamy Blake. You just told me silly, remember?" She chuckled a little. "Wow, maybe you hit your head harder than I thought." She murmured the last part to herself as she walked over to stand in front of him and pulled her pen light, starting to check his pupil response.

Bellamy felt relief at her answer. "So you don't read gossip magazines?" He asked for clarification.

"I don't like reading those types of magazines… Half of the stuff in them are fabricated, and the remaining stuff is the twisted mangled truth. Instead of paying to read an issue, someone would have to pay me to read it, and even then I don't know if I would." She rambled a little toward the end, with a shake of her head.

"Okay, business section in the newspaper then?" Bellamy challenged.

"Of course… When I need something to put me to sleep." She said cheekily. "Not really."

"You're not from around here, are you?" Bellamy grinned.

"Nope." She said with a small rueful smiled, she turned serious and said, "So, Mr. Blake,"

"Please Princess, call me Bellamy." He said still grinning. He definitely did not like her being so formal with him, and he was still over the moon that she didn't have the slightest inkling of who he was.

"Princess?" She questioned, with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Damn, Bellamy thought, I slipped up again. What is it about her that has me tripping up like a freaking teenager?

"Uhh… Yeah, you're ID." He said pointing at the badge quickly for a cover. She looked down and understanding came over her face.

"Ah, yes, well my dear three-year-old patient, Susie, just loves princesses, and wanted to use the sticker book I gave her to decorate me with stickers. She settled for my ID badge, and so I count myself lucky not to have a face full of stickers." She finished playfully. Bellamy just chuckled. "But you can call me Clarke."

"I don't think so Princess, the nickname has stuck." She just rolled her eyes.

"Well, Bellamy," She said putting special emphasis on his name, and grinning a little. "Your head wound isn't too deep, so a thorough cleaning and a butterfly bandage or two should do the trick. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

God, the way she said his name sent chills down his spine, and while she was trying to be stern when asking him about any other injuries, she just succeeded in looked like a ferocious little kitten. She was so cute. Bellamy mentally slapped himself. Did he really just think that? Yes. Yes, you did. His subconscious sniffed. He had just used the word cute to describe someone. He didn't think he had ever described anything in his life, as cute. Dear God, what was happening to him? He was going soft, all for a woman he had met all of 30 minutes ago. He desperately needed to get a grip.

Bellamy cleared his throat and told her his arm needed stitches. He took one arm out of his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeve for her to see, while still concealing his gun. She nodded and got to work on his head injury first. She was so close to him; he could smell her intoxicating scent… Lavender. All he had to do was move a few inches closer, and he would be kissing her.

"So can you tell me what happened while I was out of it?" Bellamy asked abruptly, hoping to distract himself from her and her tempting lip biting.

"Well, I was on my way home from a double shift here, and I heard the gun shots. They weren't very loud at all. I bet your bad guy used a suppressor." She mused. Bellamy opened his mouth to ask her how she knew about something like that, but she continued talking. "I was close enough to recognize them for what they were, even with my sleep deprived brain." It was then that Bellamy noticed the dark circles under her eyes that seemed even more pronounced in the harsh lighting of the room. Not even that could take away from her beauty though. "Anyway, I ran the short distance around the corner to where I thought I heard them, and saw you and your guy on the ground. I called 911, while applying pressure to Adam's gunshot wound, and then when I got off the phone, I had Adam apply pressure on his wound while I checked on you to make sure you were okay."

Bellamy was momentarily distracted by her soft fingers moving gently over his head wound as she applied the first bandage, but then her words caught up with him.

"Wait, so you ran toward gun shots? Really smart move Princess." Bellamy snapped sarcastically. The idea of her putting herself in danger like she did made him furious. Terrifying possibilities ran through his mind. What if the attacker had hurt her, or shot her, or kidnapped her? His protective instincts washed over him like a tidal wave… The very idea of her not being safe put him on edge.

"Well excuse me Mr. Blake, for trying to help you, and saving your guy's life. Next time, I'll just waltz right past." She fired back just as sarcastic. It didn't escape Bellamy's notice her use of his last name instead of his first.

Bellamy sighed heavily. He couldn't believe what he was about to do.

"I'm sorry." He couldn't remember the last time he had to genuinely apologize to someone that wasn't his grandmother. "You could have been hurt though… Why put yourself in danger like that?" Bellamy asked a little confused.

"Because someone could have been hurt." She said simply, shrugging her shoulders. "And I was right, so just be glad I was there, and able to help." Bellamy was in awe of this woman. She walked into a potentially dangerous situation, with a very real possibility of being hurt, just to help strangers. That had to be either the most stupid or the most selfless thing Bellamy had ever heard of. Watching the doctor working, Bellamy decided it had to be in her nature to be so caring and selfless.

Clarke had finished with his head wound and was pulling out the stuff she needed to stitch up his arm. She asked him to lie on the bed, and tilted it so it was reclined upward to where he was basically sitting up.

"Okay Mr. Blake," She paused seeing Bellamy's frowning facial expression, "I mean Bellamy. I can't give you anything to help with the pain, because I'm concerned you might have a concussion, would you like for me to numb the area before I start?"

"Nah, I'm fine." She gave a short nod and got to work.

"So how long have you been in New York City?" Bellamy asked curiously.

"Well actually, I just moved here… Oh… Around a month and a half ago? I love the fast pace of the city, but unfortunately I haven't gotten a real chance to go exploring and see some of the sights or landmarks."

"Why?" Bellamy asked confused.

"I've spent most of my time here working… Being new means you get all the work." She said ruefully. "But I should be getting set scheduled for during the week here soon, so that means weekends off and hopefully only one or two night shifts during the week." She finished happily.

Bellamy nodded thoughtfully. "What kind of doctor are you? Do you have a specialty?"

"Currently I'm a general surgeon, but I work in pediatrics mostly, and occasionally here in the ER... I'm a year away from being board certified as a pediatric surgeon." She said the last sentence a bit hesitantly, but tried to cover it by saying, "Is there someone that you need me to call for you?"

Before he could question her or tell her no, there was a commotion by the ER entrance doors that drew his attention. Bellamy watched as his guys came bursting through the door, looking haggard and distraught. This was not going to be good.

XxxX

As the guys got to the ER entrance, Jasper and Monty lost the signal. Before anyone could panic at the implication, Miller stepped forward and stopped a passing nurse.

"Hi, look, I'm looking for someone who was brought in about 15-20 minutes ago. Possible gunshot wound?" He asked trying to avoid saying Bellamy's name. The nurse said she couldn't tell him anything if he wasn't a family member, then walked off.

He stopped two other nurses before Murphy finally got fed up, rolled his eyes at Miller's attempt to be discreet, and stomped over to the nurse's desk. He quickly walked behind the desk, pulled away both rolling chairs containing two very disgruntled nurses, and climbed on the desk.

"Attention all inhabitants of the room. Has anyone seen a man that could pass the tall, dark, and handsome test with flying colors? He…" Murphy stopped, spotting a burly female nurse reaching for a phone on the wall. He pointed at her and said, "I swear if you touch that phone Brunhilda, I'll have your ass fired by morning, mark my words." She glared at him but lowered her big meaty hands. Murphy glared back and huffed. "Now, where was I? Oh yeah… He quite possibly has several bullet wounds."

The room was quite for a beat before a cocky teenager on one of the hospital beds said with an attitude, "Dude, sounds like the guy you're looking for is already in the morgue."

Murphy glowered at the kid, the rest of his guys seemed to pale at the grim realization of the morgue being the location of their fearless leader.

Monty started to pace and mutter "Oh God…" Over and over again, while the others seemed to be in shock.

Antonio stepped forward and said, "He's not in the morgue. I think we'd know if Bellamy freaking Blake was dead don't you?" Miller, Diego and Murphy nodded solemnly.

"Okay, everybody stay calm. Just stay freaking calm!" Lucca said getting more and more worked up. "We're just missing our person who is possibly dying of massive injuries… And he. Is. Missing! Possibly dead. But it's fine… Oh my God, he's dead. We. Are. Not. Fine. We are like at DEFCON One right now people!" Jasper walked forward and shook Lucca's shoulders harshly.

"Lucca! Snap out of it! He's not dead. If he were dead, he'd come back as a ghost and tell us to avenge him like in Hamlet. You know that was his favorite play." Jasper paused for a moment, raising one of his hands to rub his neck absently while looking at the floor and saying quietly. "I really hate that book. Man, I'm going to miss him."

Murphy jumped down from the desk and glared at Jasper, "He's not a freaking ghost. He'd be a zombie stupid." The whole ER had already gone back to what they were doing, ignoring the arguing men.

"Oh Lord!" Miller, Diego, and Antonio all groaned at the same time, as the other boys got into a tense debate on whether zombie or ghosts were more terrifying and also more likely to exist. Such a ridiculous subject to be debating, especially at such a terrible time in the middle of an emergency room of all places. No one noticed Romeo slipping away.

All of a sudden, a shrill whistle pierced the air, causing all the boys to freeze. They knew that whistle.

Jasper turned smug, and turned to Murphy who was frighteningly pale looking around nervously. "Ha! I told you ghosts trump zombies any day of the week. He's a freaking ghost! Oh… Not it by the way!" At everyone's confused look, Jasper clarified. "To tell Damian he's dead. That is one scary dude, and well, I'm not Jenifer Love Hewitt here people." Jasper said with a roll of his eyes.

In the exam room, Bellamy watched through the window as Murphy paled hearing his whistle, and grinned. The poor guy really hated anything that even remotely had anything to do with ghosts. Bellamy couldn't help messing with him a little more, so he called out a loud barking, "Murphy!", like he usually did when he was calling the other man. He watched with amusement as Murphy fell to his knees, made the sign of the cross, he squeezed his eyes closed and began moving his lips in a silent prayer.

He again hollered "Murphy get you butt in here, and quit messing around. I don't have time for your shenanigans!" Murphy's eyes snapped open and he looked around again, now wondering where the voice was coming from. The rest of the guys followed suit, until finally, Lucca got fed up and yelled "Marco!"

Clarke had just finished the last stitch, and watched with amusement as Bellamy grinned and called back, "Polo!"

They did that once more before the tiny room was filled with seven relieved guys all cramming in. Bellamy had to stop Jasper and Monty from crawling up the bed like three-year-olds to get to Bellamy, and Murphy and Lucca from dog piling on top of him is hugs. Miller, Diego, and Antonio stood closer to the door, but were just as relieved to see their Boss alive, well, and no worse for wear.

Bellamy heard a sweet giggle and turned his head to see Clarke grinning at him with a raised eyebrow. "I assume all these are yours?" She said waving to everyone.

Suddenly all the attention on him was gone, and it shifted to Clarke. Jasper and Monty were on her before Bellamy could blink, both asking her questions so fast, she couldn't even possibly attempt to answer the questions even if she tried. Questions like her name, age, if that was her natural hair color and her favorite movie. After a minute or so, they both slowed down, ending with Jasper stating bluntly "You're really hot." Monty glared at Jasper and slapped him on the back of his head.

Bellamy was mortified. They didn't know the definition of subtle or tact. Clarke looked to be far too amused by the two boys to be freaked out or scared by his troublesome duo. She just grinned at both boys, and turned to Bellamy saying playfully, "They are adorable. Where can I get a set?"

"You can have mine." Bellamy grumbled, not liking having his guys ogle her the way that they were… Dare he say it? He felt jealous.

Murphy stepped forward, and reached up pushed both boys out of the way by the side of their heads and put on his most charming smile, "Hi Doc… Names John Murphy. Would you happen to have a band aid on you by any chance?" Clarke ginned a bit confused, but checked her pockets any way, and pulled out a pink Dora the Explore band aid. She held it out for him to take.

Murphy put both of his hands over his heart and said, "Thank-goodness! You see, I just scraped my knee falling for you." He finished, grasping her whole out stretched hand holding the band aid, and kissing the back of her hand. Clarke laughed at the same time Bellamy made a low menacing growling noise, so she didn't hear it.

"Does that line actually work for you?" She asked Murphy still grinning.

"I dunno, you tell me… Did it work?" He asked waggling his eyebrows.

Clarke broke down in another fit of giggles, saying, "No way, you cheese monster."

All of his guys cracked up at the last two words. She was so innocent, and her smile was contagious. Anyone who could simultaneously call Murphy a cheese monster and have him smiling about it, was a keeper in their own rite.

Murphy held his heart in mock hurt but didn't say another word due to the piercing glare Bellamy was throwing his way.

"Wait a minute. We're missing one." Bellamy said looking around the room. "Where in the world is Romeo? He would have made a move on Clarke before he even stepped across the threshold." Bellamy said in exasperation.

It was then everyone noticed the missing brother. Antonio, who was closest to the door, poked his head outside the door and looked both ways down the hall. There low and behold, was Romeo wearing scrubs and a white lab coat, off to the side of the hall with a pretty little dark haired nurse backed up to the wall. He looked to be putting all the moves on her. Antonio whistled, making Romeo look up. He nodded, and turned back to the nurse, kissing the stunned woman heatedly, before pulling back. She gave him a nice slap across the face before pulling him in for another brief make out session. The nurse then pulled a pen and wrote her number on his palm.

Romeo winked at her and turned walked away toward Bellamy's room. He waltzed in with a smirk on his half red face, and closing the door behind him.

He spotted Clarke immediately and swooped in like a hawk would its prey. "Hey… I'm Romeo. So you're a doctor… That's so awesome. I'm thinking you should thoroughly examine me. I seem to be desperately lacking some Vitamin U." He gave her a once over and said in a smooth voice, "Actually, I think you're lacking some Vitamin Me. We should help each other out. Trust my diagnosis, I'm a doctor." He finished with his signature wink. Bellamy face palmed, hoping his girl wouldn't fall for Romeo's pretty boy face. Damn it! Not your girl. Just A girl. Bellamy scolded himself and his stupid possessiveness, which it seemed he was just now learning about.

"Ah, okay… A Romeo who lives up to his name. Well then, while it is nice to meet you, do you want to tell me how you got your hands on those clothes?" Romeo's face fell, seeing as his charm wasn't working quite like he wanted it. Bellamy was internally equal parts relieved and thrilled. He had to catch himself before he fist pumped the air, like an idiot.

"Uh… I found 'em?" Romeo questioned with a nonchalant shrug. Clarke's shrewd gaze cut the man down to the quick, and had him spilling his guts. "Okay, I got distracted by a fine little body walking by in the ER, and by the time I tracked her down to a lounge somewhere, and got her number, I was lost. I found the coat on the back of a chair, and the scrubs in an on-call room. Scored three numbers with this get up and a pickup line or two… Not including the first girl."

"God, this is more dramatic than an episode of Grey's Anatomy." Murphy muttered louder than he thought. The whole room turned to stare wide eyed at Murphy.

"You watch that crap, Murphy?" Miller asked astonished. Murphy looked like a deer caught in the head lights.

"Uh…" Looking around, he threw his hands in the air with exasperation. "Yeah, I've seen some of the damn episodes. I have a little sister, you know, Katie, who loves the show, so… Get over it."

"Huh. Well how about that." Miller muttered to himself thoughtfully, blushing a little at the mention of Katie Monroe. Monroe was Murphy's adoptive parent's biological child. Murphy loved and doted on his little sister like mad, and was ridiculously protective… She knew the guys, and each one of them, save Miller, considered her a little sister, including Bellamy. Bellamy sometimes felt bad for her due to the fact that she was romantically off limits to everyone per Murphy's say-so. She worked as a nurse in this very same hospital. Bellamy knew of the crush Miller was harboring for the 23-year-old and the reason why he never pursued the girl. It was out of respect for Murphy, the guy code they had, and her age… Well that and the fact that Murphy quite possibly would shoot Miller.

Murphy didn't hear Miller's mutterings, because he was too distracted by the sight of Romeo begging Clarke to let him keep the scrubs at least. She was firm in her no.

"Romeo, those are someone else's. They could be looking for them. You've got to give them back." Clarke explained to Romeo, like he was a four-year-old rather than a grown man.

Before he could open his mouth again, Antonio declared, "Can it McDreamy, the lady said no." Clarke smiled warmly at him, making him grin a little shyly, blushing.

Miller groaned. "You too Antonio? Et tu Brute? What is the meaning of this betrayal?"

Antonio shrugged. "Fell asleep the other night, and woke up with the T.V. playing a new episode of the show. The remote was on the coffee table out of reach, and I was not moving to get it. The show's addicting as hell."

"I know right? I still can't believe they killed Derek." Diego rumbled sadly with a shake of his head.

"I'm done… So done." Miller said throwing his hands in the air.

Clarke grinned and said to Diego, "Don't worry big guy… That was the whole world's reaction. You aren't alone."

"I dropped Monty's toothbrush in the toilet the other morning on accident!" Jasper blurted out rather unceremoniously. He sagged and said dramatically, swiping his forehead, "Man, am I glad to have that off my chest."

The room paused for a bet before various voices expressed shock and disbelief, none louder than Monty, who screeched, "What?!"

"Um… Is this not the time for confessions?" Jasper asked confused. "I was under the impression it was, and we were just confessing random things. In the case it's not, what I said is null and void…" Jasper said primly.

"Ugh! No it's not Jasper! I use that toothbrush… Every. Single. Day." Monty said heatedly.

"I plead the fifth! I have rights damn it!" Jasper snipped, in an outraged voice. Monty looked like he was ready to strangle the other man, but Clarke interrupted before he could make a move.

"While I find all of you terribly funny and entertaining, I do need to get going." Clarke said, earning various sighs and sad faces from all the guys. "I'll go get your paper work ready Bellamy and send the nurse back with everything. Also, I do believe there are a couple of officers wishing to speak with you about what happened, so I'll send them in okay?" She said looking at him.

Bellamy nodded, caught her hand before she could leave, and asked quietly while the other guys were busy talking with one another. "Will you bring the papers back, Princess?" Bellamy knew she must have been exhausted, but couldn't let her get away just yet. "Please?"

She nodded her head and gave him a sweet smile. "Sure, no problem. I'll be back in a jiffy, okay?" Bellamy just nodded.

Everyone watched as she gathered her things, and exited the room with a wave and a quick 'Bye', closing the door behind her. Bellamy swung his legs over the side of the bed, so he was sitting on the edge.

He rolled his sleeve back down, put his suit jacket on right so it covered his gun, and got down to business.

Speaking in a serious voice, he started issuing his orders quickly. "Okay boys, we're going hunting. Monty, Jasper, I need all security footage from Central Park and surrounding areas copied and wiped. Help the guys track this man down if you can. I don't need the cops knocking at my door when the bastard who tried to kill me ends up missing. I also need a new phone, you know the deal… Updated version, same settings and contacts. There were also two people in the park taking photo's… Is there a way to get those erased before they get out?" Both boys nodded. "Okay, see that it is done." Bellamy turned to Diego and said, "I need you, Lucca and Romeo to hunt this guy down. Use whatever means you need, but I want him found… Alive. There are quite a few people who could have sent him, and I want to know who. The only clues I picked up was he was African American, could possibly have a gunshot wound, courtesy of Adam, and that he had a tattoo on his arm. It looked almost…" Bellamy struggled for a word. "… Tribal?" He tried. "Just find him. Romeo… Lose the scrubs. Antonio, Miller, you're staying with me, and Murphy… Prep the basement, I have a feeling we're gonna need it." Murphy nodded, as there was a knock on the door. "Okay, go. Watch your backs… All of you."

Everyone filed out of the room, except for Miller and Antonio who took up bodyguard stances behind him. Two male police officers walked in right after the last one of his guys walked out. One officer was a shady looking blonde, while the other had dark brown hair and looked well groomed. He was maybe in his early to mid-30's, while the blonde man was in is mid-20's. The brown haired guy was obviously in charge.

"Holding court, Mr. Blake?" Blonde said snidely. Officer Higgins, according to his name tag. Bellamy could already tell he was going to have a problem with the man… He was cocky.

Bellamy watched as the older officer glared at the younger man. Bellamy proceeded to ignore the younger man, and shook hands with the officer in charge, Officer Dekker as he introduced himself.

"Your two goons can beat it." Officer Prick said with a sneer.

Bellamy shook his head and said coolly, "I don't think so. They stay, or you can go. Your pick… Officer." He finished sarcastically. As the man went to open his mouth, Officer Dekker cut him off.

"That's perfectly fine Mr. Blake, can you tell me everything you remember about what happened." Officer Dekker asked solemnly.

"It's not a lot honestly. I was walking, talking on the phone, and next thing I know, my bodyguard is shoving me to the ground. I heard a gunshot, before I blacked out. That's it." Bellamy said unhelpfully, purposely leaving things out and changing things around.

The Family preferred to solve their own crimes and never really called or cooperated efficiently with the police, unless there was some greater plan in play… It was Omerta Law. Of course the Family had evolved over the years, and adapted to the changes that came with modernization, so some of the rules had changed, but that one pretty much stayed the same.

Higgins scoffed loudly. "Of course he has nothing to say that is helpful. He's in the damn Mob for Christ's sake." Bellamy really didn't like the man.

"I'm sorry?" Bellamy asked with practiced confusion. "An experienced officer, such as yourself, must have proof to accompany an outlandish claim, correct Officer Higgins?" Bellamy said with a hint of bite and a load of sarcasm. The man in question looked livid, but before he could open his mouth, Bellamy continued. "It would be terrible to have tell New York City's mayor that his so called 'finest', aren't all they're cracked up to be. Running around, accusing, without evidence mind you, this city's biggest contributor. I would hate to pull my police funding, which is paying for those upgraded precincts that are being built and sue your ass for slander."

Higgins looked positively murderous. "Is that a threat Blake? I could arrest you and charge you with contempt. Besides… It's not slander if it's the truth."

Bellamy grinned "While I would love to see you try, I don't think you're going to. You don't seem to understand the power I have in this situation. I attend numerous charity and public events and galas that bring me in contact with not only the mayor and the governor, but several of the upper echelon of the NYPD. I am on a first name bases with each of them. Hell, I have the City Police Commissioner's cell phone number on speed dial. Now, with how stupid you're acting, I'm going to take an educated guess that you're a recruit officer." The younger man's face gave away the truth Bellamy was speaking. "Ah, you are, well let me tell you how things around here go. I make a call to William, the commissioner, and tell him of the harassment and slander I have endured by you, and by extension, your partner over there," Bellamy said pointing at the silent dark haired officer, "And then, before I even have to say another word, he'll have both your asses on suspension, pending an investigation. If I were you, I would watch what you say to me." Bellamy finished darkly. The blonde haired officer glared at Bellamy. It had absolutely no effect whatsoever on the rebel.

Bellamy didn't break eye contact as he held his hand out to Antonio, who slipped his own phone into his Boss's hand. This seemed to snap Officer Dekker into action, and he opened the door leading out of the room, and roughly shoved Higgins through.

Bellamy heard Dekker tell Higgins "Stand there and don't move. I'll deal with you later." Before he stepped back into the room. "I'm sorry about that Mr. Blake. He's new, and still getting used to things." He finished his excuses for his partner. Bellamy just raised an eyebrow. Dekker cleared his throat nervously. "Uh, do you have any enemies Mr. Blake?"

"Yes, I have enemies, starting with every pissed off CEO, whose company I have ever hostilely taken over or bought, all the way to disgruntled employees who have been fired for poor work performance. If you really believe you have the time for it, please, by all means, take a shot at the case." Miller and Antonio snickered at Bellamy's wording. Bellamy ignored both men and carried on. "But I'm telling you now, you will be sorting through information and following dead ends for months. I won't even press charges if you do find the guy, so you are essentially wasting your time. I'm going to do you a favor. You'll get a call tomorrow morning from your boss, and the case will be dropped. Understand?" Dekker nodded hesitantly.

"Don't do anything stupid Dekker. Oh, and it would probably be in your best interest to look into getting a muzzle and a leash for your mutt out there too. He could have cost you your job today, but I like you, so I'll let it slip this time." Bellamy said warningly. "Is that all the information you need detective?" Bellamy asked politely.

Dekker shook his head yes, not having the nerve to speak. "Great. It was nice meeting you." Bellamy said shaking the man's hand and essentially dismissing him. The officer caught the hint, and left quietly, dragging Higgins to the ER entrance and disappearing.

Antonio and Miller started laughing their asses off, after holding it in for a while. Bellamy shook his head and handed Antonio his phone back.

Miller finally stopped laughing enough to ask "Muzzle and leash boss? God, I thought I was gonna bust a gut with how hard I was trying to not laugh out loud, and don't even get me started on that pun." After another round of laughter, Bellamy saw Clarke approaching and told his guys to go get the car. They both exited, right as Clarke was walking in.

"Oh, bye guys. It was nice to meet you both." She smiled at both of them brightly. "Try to keep him out of here, huh?" She said pointing at Bellamy. Antonio nodded and smiled and said good-bye, while Miller just stared at her strangely, before saying a polite, "Yes, Ma'am." Then they were gone, and it was just Bellamy and Clarke.

"Okay Bellamy, for any pain, take over-the-counter Tylenol. If possible, stay with someone for 24 hours, so they can monitor if you get worst. If you develop a headache that seems to be getting worse, vomiting, increased drowsiness or dizziness, or increased confusion, I want you to come back right away okay?" Bellamy nodded. He didn't bother telling her he'd had numerous concussions before, and knew how to treat one. He enjoyed listening to her talking to him, and the genuine care he saw in her blue gaze.

"Have you heard anything about Adam? I assumed they would let me know how he was doing, but I haven't heard anything." Bellamy asked with worry lacing his voice.

"Actually, that's what took me so long. I went and checked on him for you. Doctor Emori Koss, is his surgeon, and she told me he should make a full recovery. He was extremely lucky the bullet didn't hit an artery or any important nerves."

Bellamy was immensely relieved he was okay, and would make a full recovery. He was glad he had Jones coming in on Monday, because he would be taking over Adam's position as his bodyguard, until Adam could come back, then they would work together.

Bellamy watched his princess for another minute or so as she filled out an instruction sheet for him. Suddenly a thought occurred to him.

"Hey Princess, you said you were on your way home when you heard the shots. Where do you live?" Bellamy asked casually.

"A couple of blocks from the park on the Upper West Side." She replied distractedly, still intently focusing on her writing.

Bellamy took advantage of her distraction and asked, "You walk through the park whenever you have to go to and from work?"

"Sure do."

"Even at night? All alone?" He prompted, his anger rising.

"Yep." She responded, still completely oblivious to his line of questioning, or Bellamy's rising fury.

Bellamy took a deep breath and calmed himself. "Well, can I take you home tonight?"

She looked up for the first time. "Oh… I would really love that, but I have a 15 hour shift again tomorrow starting at 6 A.M. By the time I get home and settled, I'd just be turning around and getting up a couple hours later, to come back in, so I'm going to find an empty on call room, and sleep as much as possible. I really appreciate the offer though." She said genuinely. Bellamy felt a bit guilty at being the reason she wasn't already home asleep, but he couldn't bring himself to regret that he got to meet her, even in such distressful circumstances.

They went through the paperwork and discharge papers, and he signed and initialed where she told him to, and he was free to go. Standing from the bed, Bellamy took a step toward the door before pausing. He gently took her right hand in his left… He again felt the electricity humming between them. He gazed deeply into her beautiful blue eyes and murmured, "Thanks, Princess… For everything. I owe you one."

He watched as she blushed the most enticing pink color at the intensity of his gaze, and couldn't help the male pride that bubbled in his chest at the sight. Not one of his guys had made her blush, and he felt happy to be the only one to have seen it and been the cause of it. She looked away.

"It was lovely to meet you Bellamy." She said softly, still blushing and looking away. "Take care of yourself, okay? I really don't want to see you back in here with another injury." It was then that she looked up at him and gave him a warm, heart-stopping smile. She squeezed his hand, and then she was gone, leaving Bellamy with his heart in his throat as her words sunk in.

They sounded like more of a goodbye than he would have hoped for. She didn't even say anything about taking him up on the favor he now owed her… She was so unbelievably different from every other woman he had ever met. If she did, by some happen stance, know who he was, she gave nothing away. Leave it to his princess to be the only one in his world to throw him for a loop and stump him.

Bellamy exited the room and the ER, headed toward the waiting car. He slipped in the backseat, and said to Miller who was driving, "Lets hit the club."

Okay, I am dying to see what you all think of this chapter... Did it live up to your expectations? Did anyone call it happening like this? Did it completely shock the hell out of you? Whose pumped to see who tried to kill Bellamy next chapter? REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW!

I've gotten a couple of reviews asking if Clarke's going to be a badass in this story. Lemme tell you this... It is practically impossible for me not to write her as a badass at some point. Believe me, it'll happen, but keep in mind... With this story, NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS.

SPOILERS FOR NEXT CHAPTER: The shooter is caught and tortured, the people who are behind it are revealed, and, well, Bellamy can't seem to get his amazing blonde doctor off his mind.

-Redhead17x

(P.S.- Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter for the phenomenal reviews... Especially my guest reviewers. Each review means the world to me. Thank you also to everyone who followed or favorite my story... You're the bomb.)