Chapter Ten

Bellamy, Lincoln, Wick, and Monty didn't bother with the elevator, but instead fled down the stairs. Bellamy pushed the front door open coming face to face with his boss Marcus Kane.

"I was just coming up to see you," Kane stopped Bellamy with a hand on his shoulder as the rest of the men gathered supportively behind him. "Where are you going?"

"Where do you think?" Bellamy tried to push past him, but was stopped with a hand on his shoulder.

"I can't let you go out there alone."

"I won't be alone," Bellamy gestured to the men behind him.

"Fine, I can't let you go out there period," Kane replied with a shake of his head. "You're too close to this."

"I'm going out there with or without your approval," Bellamy said.

"Blake I can't..."

"You don't get it!" Bellamy roared drawing a hush over the crowd. "I don't care what happens to me. You can have my badge if you want it. Nothing matters to me but her. I'm going to find her if it's the last thing I do."

Kane sighed. He knew Bellamy well enough to know that there was no changing his mind. He'd never met this woman, but she'd obviously gotten hold of his heart.

"I will let you go on one condition," Kane held up a finger and looked Bellamy in the eye. "Do not cross a line I can't bring you back from. You keep me and Miller on speed dial and if you find them before we do call it in. Do not cause harm to the person responsible. I refuse to loose my best detective because you're thinking with your downstairs brain. Am I clear?"

"We'll make sure of that sir," Lincoln nodded to Kane with a hand on Bellamy's shoulder. "You have our word."

"Alright," Kane nodded in return and stepped aside allowing the four men to pass.

"Where to?" Wick asked as they all climbed into Lincoln's SUV.

"Let's start with Clarke's mother," Bellamy replied hotly. "She had to have had something to do with this."

Lincoln steered the SUV in the direction of the high end side of the town. He would do his best to keep his friend from harming anyone, but that might end up being out of his control. Bellamy was fiercely protective of those he loved and Clarke, while always on that list since he met her, was now at the tip top.

"Bell don't make me break that promise to your boss," Lincoln whispered.

"I can't Linc," Bellamy shook his head. "Not when it involves her."

"She would be pissed at you if you lost your job over her," Lincoln replied.

"I'm going to get her back. If it's the last thing I do," Bellamy replied.

They pulled up to Abby Griffin's house slowly. The house Clarke grew up in was enormous. It had large columns that dominated the brick front. There were large bay windows on both sides of the house, and a three car garage attached. Lincoln pulled the SUV to a stop in front of the house and all four men got out of the car. Bellamy led the way up the steps and pounded on the front door of the house. Abby pulled the door open a few minutes later. She had dark circles under her eyes and she looked and smelled as if she hadn't showered in days.

"What in the hell do you want?" She asked.

"Where is she?" Bellamy curled his hands into fists at his side. No matter how much he wanted to shake the truth from her, he wouldn't lay a hand on her. She was still Clarke's mother after all.

"Who?"

"You know who! Where is Clarke?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Get out," She attempted to shut the door, but Bellamy slammed a hand against the door.

"I do not believe you," Bellamy whispered.

"In case you haven't noticed, I don't talk to my daughter anymore," Abby replied shoving Bellamy against his chest out the door. "I would assume you all know where she is, not me."

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because it's the truth," Abby said suddenly looking incredibly defeated. "I have no idea where she is."

"Bell I think she's telling the truth," Wick placed a hand on Bellamy's shoulder and tried to pull him back.

"This isn't helping anything," Lincoln gripped Bellamy's forearm and tried to pull him back but he shook off his friends' hands. Bellamy sighed as a tear slid down his cheek. Another followed along with a sob he tried hard to suppress. "Come on man."

They pulled Bellamy away from the door which Abby slammed as soon as his hand was clear. Bellamy slid into the passenger seat. His head felt like it was going to explode and his heart was literally threatening to beat out of his chest.

"I have no idea where to look now," Bellamy's head thumped back against the seat.

Lincoln glanced back at Wick and Monty. They had to find Clarke or they'd lose Bellamy along with her.

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The van rumbled to a stop and Clarke lifted her head from her knees. The man came around the side of the van and threw the door open. He grabbed her ankle and pulled, her head slamming against the floor in the process. Clarke tried to strike him with her other foot, wildly swinging. She connected with his left shoulder, but not with enough force to do much more than anger him. He slapped her face, the sting combined with the bounce her head took made her whole head pound even harder.

"Just stop! You're making this harder on yourself," He said.

But Clarke refused to back down. She continued to kick even when he threw her over his shoulder and pushed through the door of a trailer. He dumped her on the mattress and straddled her, slapping her cheek again. He grabbed each of her hands and, using the handcuffs attached to the bedposts, cuffed her to the bed. He managed to get one ankle handcuffed, but her right foot connected with his head hard enough to knock him back just a little. Unfortunately it didn't deter him though and he quickly shook the blow off. He grabbed her other ankle and handcuffed it as well before slapping her again this time with the butt of the gun, so hard that her eyes closed and her head lolled on the pillow.

"Goodnight Princess."