9.

I'm not the poem kind of guy. Seriously, I am not. Although I will admit being a huge history and mythology nerd, something that my sister constantly teases me about considering someone as handsome as me doesn't really fit the nerd category, but that's just another weird quirk of mine. The thing is I also like to learn quotes from different individuals, famous or not, and use them in an appropriate setting. For example comedian W.C. Fields once stated a point I would like to refer to my current predicament, 'No doubt exists that all women are crazy; it's only a question of degree'. And those words, ladies and gentlemen, are the perfect words to describe Clarke at the moment.

"Is due to your blood loss or have you always been freaking insane?" Bellamy asked, overall annoyed and frustrated over the blonde princess who decided that she was invincible after getting shot and was going to come along to his crime scene. "You were once a med-student, you should know that you should be in the hospital after getting shot. Not walking around in the woods and be at crimes scenes.

Clarke snorted, mumbling something that he couldn't hear properly and continued walking while ignoring his every word on her leaving. Seriously, she had just been shot less than an hour ago and yet she refuses to be her normal reasonable Clarke. Instead she decides to be the stubborn pain-in-my-ass Clarke. Lucky me…

He frowned as he followed after her, surprised that she managed to be on the right track of where the crime scene was located, even more so when she managed to literally car-jack his car and demanded that he was going to bring her along for the ride. Don't ask him why he actually went along with her demands, because he feared the true reasons were less than welcome to him anyways, but nevertheless it was quite clear that he hated the whole situation all together and he wasn't afraid to tell her that either.

"Come on, Clarke. Don't be stupid, go home and back to your own life instead of butting into mine and police matters."

"I'm not going to do that." Clarke argued, still keeping her gaze on the path in front of her and not on him. "And seeing as I don't take orders from you, then I can do whatever the hell I want to do and that includes going to the crime scene look at the second body. So unless you want me to go through different and difficult measures in order for me to look at the crime scene then I suggest you stop your whining and let me do my own thing."

Whining? I don't whine, Princess. Butt never mind that, how dare you use my words from the past against me? You were disgusted by them, swore them up in my face like I was the devil himself. Then again I guess I really am just that to you now…the devil.

He didn't relay his thoughts out loud, simply followed her with his gaze and noticed that for every step she took there was a limp and a flinch on her face. She was still in pain after doing self-surgery, but was too goddamn stubborn to tell him that. Again he decided not saying anything, only waiting to the moment where she would finally give up and tell him she was in pain, but after a short while of walking in a much slower pace than neither of them had ever walked before he was finally fed up with her stubbornness and simply got up to her and swept her right into his arms, carrying her like the princess she really was. Not so surprisingly, she didn't appreciate his sudden 'macho-caveman' treatment as she referred it, and swore, cursed and all the above tried to get him to put her down on the ground. Unfortunately for her, he chose to ignore her and walked on to the crime scene. Meanwhile cursing himself over and over in his mind why he was doing what she wanted, although it wasn't exactly how she pictured it but still, but promptly chose to ignore the tiny voices in his head that knew why and instead continued took in both the curses from Clarke and himself with grace.


Staring at computer screens could drive any man crazy, especially for Monty who was forced by Bellamy to sit there until there was finally a hit in the facial recognition program and he finally had an identity to put on his Jane Doe from the woods. Monty could understand why Bellamy was desperate, hell he would actually be glad to know that there was someone in the police department who would go to such lengths in order to do their job correctly, because he knew from experience that there weren't that many cops who did the same. But that didn't change the fact that the man was still an ass. Don't get him wrong; he liked Bellamy in some degrees. He was an okay guy, maybe a little rough around the edges, but generally a straight-up guy. But that didn't change the fact that the man was an ass and it seems like he has only gotten worse after the Mt. Weather ordeal and Clarke left town. Then again he was not the only one who was gravely affected by it.

He sighed deeply, with his face falling into the palm of his right hand. His gaze moved away from the screen and to the photograph of the good old days with Clarke, Octavia, Raven, Jasper and him smiling and laughing into the camera. He missed them, his friends. Even with all of them now in the same town, not far from each other, things between them were just messy and separated. There are a lot of things and people I can blame for how my life as well as many others' lives have become so messed up, but I'm not like Jasper and puts the entire blame on Clarke for what happened on Mt. Weather. I know that she must have had a reason for doing the things she did. I don't know why she did it or why she didn't even tell anyone about it, but I'm confident that she did the wrong thing for the right reasons because that's the kind of person she is. But don't get me wrong, I do feel some abandonment and resentment towards her and everything she did, but my love and loyalty for her doesn't waver. Especially when I know better than anyone that she feels responsible for what happened and can't or rather won't ever forgive herself for it. There is only one person she would want forgiveness from anyways, beside herself, and that person is never going to give it to her.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone rang. Surprised and literally caught off guard, Monty hastily retrieved his cellphone and answered without checking the caller id. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Detective Miller. Bellamy's partner?"

A suspicious eyebrow rose. Why in the world would he be calling me? Monty thought confused and suspicious. "Yeah…I remember." I would have to be senile if I managed to forget you. "So what can I do for you?"

Miller chuckled to his straight-forwardness, a trait that he sort of adopted from both Jasper and Clarke and used whenever situation called for it. "Jumping right on it. Is all of Ms. Griffin's friends like that or are you just special case?"
Monty rolled his eyes; lightly annoyed that everyone assumed that he was such a troublemaker due to his affiliations. Of course, they weren't entirely wrong about him and the rest of the gang had their delinquent ways, especially since all of them with the exception of him and Jasper had met and became friends in a juvenile detention center, but that was all in the past now. And besides, among his group of friends, he was one of the few that generally kept to himself and did the least amount of trouble.

"We are a rowdy bunch as you can imagine, but if you don't take my word for it then just ask Bellamy. I'm sure he has a lot of stories about how terrible Clarke and the rest of us were and still are and how we managed to turn many of his hairs grey with our stunts."

Once again Miller laughed by his words, something that he couldn't help blush over, and once he was done laughing he said witty, "Probably that's why he's such a grouch. But the reason I was calling was if you had gotten any hits on that facial recognition program?"

He shook his head despite the fact that Miller couldn't exactly see him. "No. Not yet, but I did tell you that it would take some time."

"Okay." Miller mumbled into the phone. "Well as it turns out we have another Jane Doe, with the exact MO. as the first victim. So I'm sending over a picture of her, hoping that you could identify her as well?"

It shouldn't have come as a surprise to him, it really shouldn't have, but it did and he couldn't help feeling disappointed that the man hadn't called him simply to talk to him. Who am I kidding? I'm clearly not worth his interest with the exception of casual acquaintance or friendship.

Quickly hiding his major disappointment as well as embarrassment, Monty took the assignment Miller had given him and ended the phone call without too much of a hassle. Then he went back to the computer and continued to work on the program, meanwhile trying to ignore the tiny voices in his head that was afraid and insecure to seize the opportunity to have a relationship with someone.


When they finally arrived at the crime scene, Detective Miller took one look at the two of them before he started laughing his guts out. "Did you catch the murderer already? Cause there should be no other reasons to bringing the princess along for the ride as I recall you telling me before."

Apparently Miller was referring to their appearance since both of them were covered in blood, but that was due to the fact that neither of them had taken the time to change clothes before showing up at the scene. Clarke didn't see the point in changing clothes. Honestly, who cares about some blood anyways? It's not like it's going to kill you and I'm not going to contaminate the crime scene with it either. Especially when my intention is only to get a better look at the body and the crime scene, not the forensic evidence. That is for another time. However it was clear that Bellamy didn't share her sentiment, no surprise there since he huffed annoyed, and hence why he had stubbornly given her his jacket that was too big for her and was walking around in a thin dark blue raincoat that he had brought long from the trunk of his car. He didn't seem affected by the lack of warmth, not that he ever would tell her that he was, but nonetheless he responded with an equally rude and witty comment to Miller's question. "Unfortunately, she got a solid alibi." Then he shrugged his shoulders with this 'I-couldn't-care-less' manner. "Oh, well, better luck next time I guess."

Clarke glared at the two men who treated her like she wasn't even there and if she was then only acknowledged her as a nuisance. Seriously, can you two be anymore childish? With Bellamy it was expected, but I thought Miller was more reasonable and responsible than that. But then again I'm clearly not a great judge of male characters. I mean, come on, I used to be date two-timing Finn and bull-headed Bellamy. So yeah, I clearly shouldn't be self-righteous towards Miller and Bellamy, considering my great history with men.

Clarke decided to ignore the two detectives witty banter and turned her gaze on the assistant coroner and the sheet-covered lump that she assumed was the dead body underneath. She didn't waste time heading towards said body, even though she could hear that Miller and Bellamy didn't want her to go over there, but she ignored them and did what her mind had decided on. Besides, Bellamy was sure to realize and explain to Miller that resistance was futile when it came to her and they might as well go along with her. Otherwise she was going to obtain the information she wanted some other frustrating and possibly illegal way.

Anyways, Clarke nodded her head at the assistant coroner, who didn't acknowledge her at all big shocker there, before she pulled out a pair of latex gloves Bellamy had in his jacket pocket and put them on. Then she carefully pulled away the sheet to see the victim. Huh…she looked similar to the other victim, both was around the same age and was fairly beautiful even though they had different hair colors. Clarke thought as her eyes examined every inch of the woman's face, trying to remember so many details as possible knowing fully well that Bellamy was going to chase her away in just a couple of minutes. And just like the first victim, she didn't know the woman lying in front of her, but somewhere in the back of her mind bothered her about this particular woman. It feels like I have seen her somewhere before. But the question is where exactly I have seen her?

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