If somebody saw Lexa right now, they'd think she's most definitely suicidal. Because how else would you explain the fact, that she willingly went to her girlfriend's (though she isn't sure if she can call Clarke that) ex boyfriend, who hates her more than anything, not to mention that he probably wants her dead?

Or at least that's what it looks like, judging by the fact that he's currently looking at her with hate and disgust.

"I don't wanna talk to you. Leave," he says even though he's not even trying to close the door.

Lexa sighs. "Can I get inside? We really have to talk."

He snorts. "Oh I don't know. I wouldn't want you to steal something, just like you stole my girlfriend."

She almost laughs, because it's definitely one of the weakest drags she's ever heard, but it's not time to act like an asshole. Instead she explains, "you're right to be mad at me, but there's this thing you'll definitely find interesting and you won't regret it."

"So you're not here to talk about Clarke?" his expression changes from anger to confusion, but he recovers quickly.

"I am. I just want you to listen to what I have to say about Clarke and then I'll tell you the rest."

"And why would I agree to that?" he asks, raising his eyebrow.

"Because you're a great journalist, who wants to prove everyone he's more than Clarke Griffin's ex."

"I'm so glad we did that, Reyes," Clarke says as she puts her bags on a chair in KFC. They changed their plan - they decided to go shopping first, and then they were too tired to find something better than KFC.

"I know, man, I feel like we haven't seen each other in months," Raven says, sitting down next to the blonde. "But here we are. Sitting in KFC with bags full of chocolate and gummy bears."

"Normal people, after two hours of shopping, usually have bags full of clothes with them."

"I feel like I'm 13 again. The only difference is that we weren't here alone when we were 13."

Clarke sighs. "I'm sorry about that."

"About what?" Raven asks with a frown.

"Octavia and Bellamy should be here with us."

"It's not your fault."

"Of course it is. You forgot that I broke Bellamy's heart? Fuck, I cheated on him."

"Okay, maybe it is kinda your fault, but no worries. Everything will be okay," Raven reassures her.

"You lost them because of me too," Clarke says, suddenly guilty. She hasn't really thought about how Bellamy and her break up affected Raven and Lincoln, but she finally realizes that it can't be easy for them either.

"We all lost them, but it's not permanent. They'll come back."

"I just wish I could talk to them and apologize, you know? I know it wouldn't make any difference, because I can't change the past, but I want them to know, you know?"

"Yeah. I get it. But I don't think there's anything you can say that won't make things worse."

"I just wanna talk to Bellamy."

"You should talk to Clarke."

Bellamy laughs. He actually laughs. It's something he hasn't done since Clarke decided he wasn't good enough for her. "Why would I? She cheated on me. With you. I don't wanna talk to neither of you."

"Because I can see that it hurts her almost as much as it hurts you. You're best friends, for fucks sake."

"And what am I supposed to tell her? 'I kinda hate you for breaking my heart, but Lexa and you have my blessing?'" he mocks and Lexa tries really hard not to roll her eyes. She fails.

"No. Just talk. All of you. You, Raven, Octavia, Lincoln, and Clarke."

"Oh, Lexa wishes we could all get along like we used to in middle school?" he says, his tone still full of sarcasm.

"Jesus fuck," she sighs, closing her eyes for a bit and trying to get more comfortable on Bellamy's couch. It's going to take longer than she thought.

"How could you do that to me, Lexa?" he whispers so quietly she almost misses his words. "I know I was being a dick to you, but I apologized. Is it some sorta revenge?"

"No. Fuck, Bellamy, it's not. I-" she pauses, trying to find the right words, "I've never meant to fall- I've never wanted this to happen," she finishes, hoping he missed her slip.

He didn't.

"You fell for her."

"I did," she finally admits, even though he isn't expecting her to. It wasn't a question. She decides to tell him the truth. She owes him that.

"Well, I can't really blame you for that, because she's amazing, but don't you think it wasn't fair?" he asks and Lexa is surprised to hear how soft his voice is. Maybe they have much more in common that she's thought. Being with Clarke couldn't have been easy for him. It can't be, when everyone around treats you like you're nothing but your famous girlfriend's boyfriend. Maybe he feels just as worthless as Lexa.

"I know it wasn't. I've never thought it would happen. She had a great boyfriend with a job and who had his life together. And me? I'm no one. I'm just a fucking drug addict, I have nothing. She'd have a better life with you."

"So you're gonna leave her?"

"I'm not. She wants me to stay, and so do I. I just know that being with me isn't easy."

"Yeah. I remember Costia," he says and she nods.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, not looking at each other, on the other ends of the couch.

"Is she- do you think she's happy now?" Bellamy finally asks and Lexa turns to face him, trying to find the right words.

"I think she'd be much happier if she had you and O back in her life. She misses you."

He thinks about it for a moment before saying, "I've always thought Clarke and I were better friends than a couple. Fine. I'll talk to her."

"Thanks, Bell," Lexa says, giving him a small smile. He doesn't smile back.

"I still hate you."

"I don't expect anything less," she reassures him.

"So what's the other thing you wanted to talk about?"

"So how are things between you and Lexa?" Raven asks, trying to change the topic. She doesn't want to talk about Bellamy and Octavia.

"I don't know, to be honest."

"What do you mean? You're not there when things are happening?" Raven teases and Clarke punches her shoulder softly.

"No, it's just- I don't really know what we're doing," Clarke explains. "Like, we do all those things that couples do, but I don't know if we're dating. I tried to talk to her about feelings once, and she said we should wait with talking about it until she's worth it."

"Damn, she's so extra. Would you still like to be with her, though?"

"Of course, I would," she confirms. "Fuck, I think I'm falling in love with her," Clarke adds.

"Wow, no offense but that's gay," Raven jokes.

"Yeah, I'm wondering why. It's not like we're two girls that are more than friends and are fucking."

"I know, right? It's so weird," she teases, but quickly gets serious again. "Talk to her about it."

"I know I should," Clarke sighs. She wants to add something, but she feels her phone vibrating in her pocket. She takes it out and swipes to answer the phone call. "Hey, Linc, what's up?"

"Okay, let me get this straight. You have an information about a cop that's working for some drug dealer and you want me to write an article about it."

"Yes," Lexa answers with a grin.

"Is it even a confirmed information?"

"Yes," she repeats.

"And you have a proof?"

"No," she admits.

"And it's gonna put that 'shit eating and cock sucking filthy bitch back to hell where she belongs', right?"

"Exactly."

"Alright, let's do this," he says confidently.

"Really?" she asks, not fully believing that Bellamy would accept her help.

"Sure. Damn, you gave me something that will finally help me show my boss I'm actually worth something. So yes."

"Great," she grins again.

"I'll record everything you say from now on, okay? I will not release this recording, but I'm too lazy to write down every word you say," he asks, as he unlocks his phone and she nods. "Okay, tell me everything."

"So, the bitch is called Echo Forrester and, as I said, she's a fucking cunt."

"What do you mean she left and she didn't wanna tell you where she's going?" Clarke asks Lincoln who's pacing around the kitchen.

"I asked her and she said there was something she needed to take care of and that it's none of my business."

Clarke sighs. "Okay, let's not panic. She's not a prisoner, she's allowed to go out."

"Yeah, but why didn't she tell me where she was going?"

"She probably feels like we're controlling her anyways. Let's give her some space. Did she say when she'd be back?"

"She said she'd be back in an hour."

"See? She'll probably get home soon," she says, trying to calm him down.

"Clarke, she left three hours ago."

"It's always been Echo and Gustus, you know? Echo is the dealer. She's not addicted, she only sells drugs. I have no idea where she gets them from, but I've heard her mention some guy named Nyko a few times. I can't say if he's supplying her though," she explains and pauses to take a sip of water Bellamy just gave her. "Anyways, you can say Echo's the brains. She's hardly ever involved in anything, at least not personally. She wants everyone to think she has this perfect life, you know? She has this gorgeous apartment downtown, her neighbors are all fucking rich. She never meets her clients there, not even the important ones. Well, except for me, but it's only because I got really fucking mad at her once and followed her there. Anyways, she always prefers to stay away from all that shit. She has Gustus for that. He's the muscle. He's the one who gets drugs from whoever's supplying her and gives them to her. He's the one who finds people in clubs and sells them drugs. Echo's sometimes with him, but hardly ever."

"How do you know all of this?" Bellamy asks curiously.

"We got close."

"What do you mean?"

"It was because I had nowhere to go. Okay, I still had Lincoln and Costia, but I didn't really feel like I had them. Or maybe I just didn't wanna be around them. I don't know. I just, I kept coming back there. I kept going there not only to buy heroin, but just to hang out with them, I guess. I'd sleep at Gustus' all the time. Or at Echo's, after I found out where she lived. I wasn't really involved in dealing, I was just buying. But it became- it was always us, you know? I was with them all the time and that's how I know all this shit."

"Okay, but you have to tell me more? There's hundreds of dealers like this Echo."

"You're right. But not every dealer is good friends with a very important cop."

"Who's that cop?"

"Alex Murphy."

"Wait, what? John Murphy's father?" Bellamy's eyes widen in surprise.

"You don't know what his father's working on?" she asks with a smirk.

"I think John mentioned something about his father working on something drug related, but this is all I know."

"Get ready then, because I have a great story to tell you. The cop that was there before Murphy wasn't as shady as Alex. He actually thought he could make a difference. Dealers got mad and well, he didn't get the message and kept arresting people. No wonder nobody's seen him or his family in 2 years," she pauses for a bit. "Anyways, this is when Murphy got the job, but he was different. She used it. He became one of her people and she started paying him to keep her people safe."

"But didn't his boss get mad if there was no results?" Bellamy asks, frowning.

"Of course. But Murphy got not only money, she'd sell other dealers out to keep her people safe. That is until she did that with Gustus."

"Gustus? Gustus the friend?"

"Yes. She told me she had to do that to protect the rest of us, but she could've given Murphy some else, right? There's lots of dealers that don't work for her."

He takes a deep breath. "And what do you want me to do with this?"

"Dude, I just told you, and you're a fucking journalist, that one of the most important cops in this town works for probably the most powerful drug dealer in Polis and you don't know what to do with this? Do you want me to write this fucking article for you?"

"No, of course not. I just- I can't believe it. I can't believe Murphy's father would do something like this."

"I don't know why he did that. Maybe he's a greedy little bitch. Maybe he was just scared because she'd threatened his family. I have no idea. It's just- Murphy probably isn't the only one there. There's probably more cops that work for dealers, like Murphy."

"Do you know what it means? If I write something like this… shit, we'll be fucked. We'll mess with a fucking gang. We can already book tickets to Mexico."

"I know, I've thought about it. But maybe it won't be this bad."

"Yeah, maybe they'll just kill us in our sleep," he mocks.

"No, asshole. Not everyone in the business works for Echo. And damn, even those who do work for her would love to get rid of her. She disappears, you get famous, I get my revenge."

"If I find a proof," he mumbles.

"You will. I know that," she says. "Anyways, I gotta go. I was supposed to be back home like three hours ago. You know where to find me if you need anything."

"Okay."

"And Bell? Talk to Clarke," she says. She gives him a smile and leaves.

She enters the house 30 minutes later, it took her a bit longer to walk back here. And it's quiet and dark. Too quiet and too dark, since it wasn't even 4 pm yet. Are they all sleeping already? She's grateful for that. She knows she'll have to deal with Lincoln later, but she doesn't feel like it now. She'll talk to him in the morning. She only hopes he didn't tell Clarke anything.

She takes her shoes off and leaves them next to Clarke's, and goes straight to her bedroom. She slowly opens the door and finds the blonde reading a book on a chair. It can't be comfortable, but she knows Clarke gets so caught up in reading or drawing sometimes, things like that don't bother her. Lexa smiles softly at the sight and gets inside, closing the door behind her.

"Hey," she says. She wants to come closer and kiss Clarke, but when the blonde looks up from her book she stops dead in her tracks.

"Are you going to tell me where you were or it's none of my business either?" Clarke asks, her voice cold.

"I had something to do," she answers calmly.

"And what was that 'something?'"

"Clarke…"

"What, Lexa?" she snaps. When Lexa doesn't answer she says, "please, tell me you're not doing this again."

"I'm not."

"Where did you go, then?"

"I told you," Lexa says with a sigh.

"If you didn't go to get drugs it can't be that bad, right? Well, unless you're cheating on me."

Cheating on me?

"Wait, so it means we're like, uh, girlfriends or something?" Lexa asks shyly.

"Yeah, I mean, I've helped you shower a few times, I think that makes us girlfriends," Clarke says and Lexa grins, because Clarke can't be that mad if she just joked. Right? "Don't try to distract me, though."

"It's nothing important," Lexa tries, even though she knows she will tell Clarke the truth.

"Lexa."

"Okay. I went to talk to Bellamy."

"You what?" Clarke asks in disbelief.

"Yeah. I wanted to apologize. And I wanted him to start talking to you again. Both of them."

"And you've been hiding this from me?" Clarke lets out a short laugh, genuinely amused. "Why are you so fucking secretive, Lexa?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry. I just didn't wanna tell you, because I thought you'd think I had no right to talk to him about it."

"You were trying to make things better. I can't be mad at you for wanting me and my friends to be happy."

"Yeah, I guess you can't."

"You're a fucking asshole, did you know that?"

"I've been told," she jokes. "I'm sorry, Clarke. I didn't want to worry you."

"Don't be," the blonde says softly. "Now come here, you idiot. I wanna make out with my girlfriend."

Lexa grins and closes the distance to kiss Clarke softly. She's pretty sure it's the happiest she's ever been. Clarke wants to be with her, she has her brother back, she's clean, Echo will soon get what she deserves.

What can go wrong?