"I'm just saying that it wouldn't hurt you to be courteous to your neighbors, Clarke," Quinn said as they entered the emergency room of Polis hospital.

"I am courteous to my neighbors," Clarke continued to argue.

They had been arguing about Clarke's interactions or lack thereof with her neighbors for the past ten minutes. Ever since they had left Clarke's apartment building, Quinn had been lecturing her about being nicer to the people in her building.

"I don't stick my nose in their business, and they leave me alone," Clarke said. "That's courteous."

Quinn rolled her eyes and bit into one of the many cookies she had been given by one of Clarke's neighbors, "I don't know what that is, but that's not being a good neighbor. I'm just pointing out that by not knowing who your neighbors are can be dangerous. What if one of them is a closeted serial killer? Or your future spouse? Or a family member of a future spouse? If you're nice to them and something happens, they'll most likely go out of their way to help. It's a solid practice."

"Really," Clarke scoffed. "A serial killer? Future spouse? Are you trying to make me run for the hills? And did you really have to talk to Mrs. Flannery? That woman gives me the creeps."

"Mrs. Flannery is a sweet old lady," Quinn argued. "She's led an interesting life. If you'd bothered to talk to her for five minutes, you'd know that. Plus, she gave me cookies. You know I'm a sucker for cookies, and these are damn good."

"Well, I wouldn't know because you won't let me have one," Clarke said, glaring at her sister.

Quinn tucked the cookie tin on the other side of Clarke and glared back, "Because you all but growled at Mrs. Flannery. I'm not gonna share my hard-earned prize with a meanie like you."

She scoffed in indignation and turned to the receptionist who was trying hard to hide the smile on her face, "Hey, Vicky. Is Dr. Olsson on shift today?"

Still trying to hide her amusement at the bickering siblings, Vicky answered, "Yes, but he's with a couple of people right now. Do you need me to page him?"

Clarke waved her off, "Nah. I just wanted to know if there were any new developments. Can you keep an eye on my soon-to-be diabetic sister while I get some things from my locker?"

"Hey, these are purely organic oatmeal raisins," Quinn cried out indignantly. "They're like the healthiest cookies out there. And I don't need a babysitter."

Clarke rolled her eyes, "You get in trouble just walking out the front door, Q."

"I do not."

"Don't worry, I'll keep your sister company," Vicky said, flashing a smile at Clarke before it became slightly flirtatious as she looked at Quinn.

"Thanks, Vicky," Clarke said and glared at Quinn before saying, "Stay out of trouble. This won't take me long."

"Whatever," Quinn huffed and rolled her eyes as she leaned against the reception desk. "Don't get distracted. I want to be back in Arcadia before five. Phone calls to make, you know?"

Clarke waved her off as she began walking further into the hospital, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just eat your damn cookies."

Quinn smirked at Clarke's retreating back and, in a fit of childishness, loudly asked, "Vicky, would you like a cookie? They're really good."

Holding out the open tin in Vicky's direction, Quinn saw Clarke flip her the bird and laughed before looking at Vicky. Out of courtesy, Vicky took one before placing it on a paper towel for later. The two women fell into easy conversation as Quinn took an opportunity to take in the emergency room.

As they had driven up to the hospital, Quinn had seen that Polis Hospital had been around for quite a few decades. It wasn't as modern or sleek as Arcadia General, but it had its own architectural charm. Stepping into the emergency room, she could see that there were attempts to modernize the interior and upgrade the equipment. But once again, Arcadia General was better equipped than Polis and far cleaner in comparison. The biggest difference between the two was the staff. Quinn's few times in her mother's hospital, she had observed that the staff were impersonal and almost clinical at times. Whereas, Polis staff were warm and inviting from what she could see between their interactions with patients and visitors. It made her wonder if Trikru was in any way involved with the hospital and how that would affect Clarke continuing her residency here.

As she was talking with Vicky, a voice caught her attention. Glancing in that direction, she saw the two women from the restaurant. They were speaking with a bear of a man in a doctor's coat. She had known them to be members of Trikru when she had seen them at the restaurant. Their intricate braids giving them away and if memory served her, were high up in the hierarchy.

That had set her on edge, and she found herself watching them as unobtrusively as possible while both parties ate their meal. Even going so far as to catch the eye of the brunette with intense green eyes a few times. It didn't help that there was something familiar about both women, but even with her impeccable memory, she was having a hard time placing them. The only thing she could be sure of was that she knew them outside the realm of their respective syndications. That only left two places she could know them from, high school, and she played against them in a sport or the military. Being that they were Trikru meant that they were combat trained from an early age, which made it harder to discern an obvious military background.

Not getting anywhere with her memories, she decided to get closer. She politely excused herself and made her way over to where the three of them had ducked into a room. She leaned against the wall and pulled out her phone to hide her true intentions. Straining her hearing, she could just make out the conversation being had inside the room. Hearing Trigedasleng only cemented, further in her mind, that they were all members of Trikru, which meant that they did have some involvement with the hospital.

"You still haven't found a way to counteract the heart failure, Uncle Naikou," an unfamiliar familiar female voice asked. "Even with the additional medicines we've brought in."

A deep rumbling voice, Quinn assumed it was this Uncle Nyko, answered, "No. The medication we have available is not strong enough to successfully counteract the withdrawal. Whatever is in the drug places a great strain on the heart and mind. We can't keep the patients sedated long enough to use the machines necessary to get an accurate readout of what chemicals are being produced and how it's affecting the brain and heart. Without that information, we cannot successfully wean them off without relying on defibrillators."

"What do you need," another female voice asked in an authoritative tone. Quinn quickly placed it as the woman who had introduced herself as Lexa.

"Consultations with a better team of cardiologists and neurologists, Heda," Nyko stated plainly and made Quinn start.

She hadn't heard that term in a very long time, but then she relaxed as she remembered that the leader of Trikru was referred to as Heda or Commander in English. She shoved old and painful memories away to concentrate back on the conversation.

"I swear we're doing everything we can to get to the bottom of this, Uncle," the other female was saying.

"We've got a meeting with the ambassadors tomorrow morning, Naikou," Lexa said. "Now that we have a more diverse group, we can expand our research. Just continue to do what you can."

"Sha, Heda," Nyko replied.

The conversation became too quiet for her to listen in on, and she sighed at the loss. She moved away from the room and began pacing slightly as she began to think about what she had overheard. From the sounds of it, Trikru needed outside help to stop the problem, and it just so happens that Skaikru could provide it. They knew who was taking the people from Polis and injecting them with the drug. They also had one of the top cardiologists in the form of her mother. If anyone could figure out the heart issue, it would be her. Not to mention, she had an in with some of the top specialists in most medical fields.

Quinn wondered why the Commander hadn't approached Skaikru for a temporary alliance. Both of her parents would have felt obligated to reach out a helping hand. Her father especially. He had a reputation for having a bleeding heart. Her mother, on the other hand, was smart enough to know that the data Dr. Tsing was providing could have only come from human trials. Clarke hadn't even finished her residency and had seen it quickly. And if her mother knew the truth about the data and was still pushing to gain the endorsement, that made Quinn question her motives. She wanted to believe that her mother wasn't one to disregard the ethical treatment of patients, but her motives were circumspect.

A voice calling out her name drew her out of her thoughts, and she squinted in the direction to see Clarke making her way to her. She relaxed, seeing Clarke unharmed and patiently waited for her.

Clarke looked at her sister, concerned to see her pacing, but saw nothing in her demeanor that looked worrying. She saw the shoulders slump and posture relax, which made her think she was just worried about Clarke's safety, which was understandable now knowing that she was working in a city owned by a crime syndicate and that her own family was part of a different one.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she asked, "Everything okay, Q?"

Quinn nodded and gave her a reassuring smile, "Yeah. Just thinking about everything. Making the funeral arrangements and the meeting tomorrow. Did you find what we need?"

Clarke waved a folder at her, "Yep. This corresponds with the data from the proposal. It proves what we figured out."

"Good. That means that we can put a stop to both proposals with irrefutable arguments. That'll give us some breathing room," Quinn said.

"But it could end up putting targets on our backs," Clarke said, worriedly.

"You're right, but one problem at a time, okay," she was quick to reassure her. "We'll hold a small meeting tomorrow to get updates and plan what we're going to say at the big meeting. Tonight, we'll just focus on family."

"I'll think Charlie and Mom will appreciate that," Clarke said, smiling slightly as they headed towards the waiting area.

An alarm went off, and Clarke cursed, handing the folder to Quinn.

"What's going on," Quinn asked, following Clarke who was making her way to the ambulance bay.

"They're bringing in an erratic patient," Clarke said over her shoulder. "Stay back, Quinn."

Quinn stopped following as staff began to rush towards the doors that led to the ambulance bay, some toting equipment behind them. A tremendous roar sounded as a cacophony of voices started yelling out orders. EMTs and staff strained to wheel a gurney into the ER proper as the person currently on top of it fought the restraints holding them down. And Clarke was right in the middle of it, barking out orders with authority. Quinn would have taken a moment to let pride fill her seeing her sister in her element, but the way the inbound patient was acting only made her fearful.

Suddenly the sound of ripping nylon reached her ears, and the patient had become loose enough to topple the gurney. The staff toppled with it and became a big pile with Clarke somewhere in the middle.

"Shit," Quinn cried out as she stuck the folder and cookie tin in a corner before jumping in after her.

She yanked people off the pile, desperate to reach Clarke. She found her fighting to keep the drugged-out man away from her. The man seemed intent on biting Clarke with his teeth snapping, spittle dripping down, and snarling. Quinn wrapped her arms under his armpits and up around to grasp her hands behind his head. With a grunt, she heaved him backward and falling to the ground so that she could wrap her legs around the man's.

The man continued to thrash about, and Quinn felt her muscles strain to keep him as immobile as she could.

"Anytime people," Quinn yelled out as the man somehow lifted them both and slammed her into the floor and smacking Quinn's head hard against the linoleum.

That seemed to get people moving again. Clarke scrambled to her knees and started searching the mess on the floor for sedatives. She heard the unmistakable sound of a head colliding with linoleum and heard Quinn cry out in pain.

"Goddammit, someone help her restrain that man before he knocks her out," Clarke barked.

Two more bodies collided with Quinn and the man. Their combined weight and hold keeping him from lifting off the ground again. Clarke found what she was looking for and moved to the man's head. Seeing no other option, she shoved the man's head to the side, exposing his carotid artery and shoved a needle into his neck. She plunged the sedative straight in and quickly did it twice more.

The man continued to fight for a few more seconds before his body gave a slight shudder, and his eyes rolled in the back of his head, falling unconscious. Everybody let out a collective sigh of relief. Clarke tapped the people on top of the man and Quinn to signal they could get off.

That was when Clarke saw exactly who had come to help as she stared into forest green eyes.

They looked at each other for a long moment before Clarke found her voice and simply said, "Lexa."

Lexa responded in kind, "Clarke."

They continued to stare at one another until the second helper said, "Seriously?"

That made them both blink and fight down the subsequent blushes.

Quinn let out a low groan, and Clarke quickly called out, "Someone want to remove him from my sister, please. And make sure that you double his restraints when you get him to a bed. One of the ones we've bolted to the floor."

Several big nurses came and lifted the man off Quinn, who let out another groan as the weight was finally off her. Clarke immediately went to her and helped her sit up slowly.

"Easy, Q," Clarke said. "Can you stand? We need to get you checked out."

"'M fine, C," Quinn replied as she tried to stand up, but her legs gave out under her.

"Yep, nope, you're not fine," Clarke said and signaled another staff member. "Come on, dumbass."

Together they got her up and headed to a bed. Lexa and Anya stayed where they were on the ground catching their breaths. Anya looked around and saw a bloodstain on the ground. She nudged Lexa and pointed it out.

Lexa reached out confusion and suspicion building and swiped a finger through the blood. Bringing it close, she saw something that she had only seen one time before. The blood was black.

"Sheidjus (night blood), Onya," Lexa said, showing her the now bloody finger.

"What the hell? Who are these people," Anya asked.

"I don't know. But now I know there's a reason why I felt that jolt of recognition. Come on. We can get some more information disguised as concern," she said and stood up.

Anya held up a hand and rolling her eyes, Lexa helped her up. They followed the two women but stopped just on the other side of the curtain.

"What the hell, Quinn," Clarke screeched. "Why is your blood black?"

"Could you not yell at my patient, Dr. Griffin," a male voice interrupted, somewhat sternly.

Lexa could almost hear the eye roll as Clarke replied in a strained voice, "My apologies, Dr. Adams. The last time I saw my sister bleed was at a hockey game in high school, and she did not bleed black then."

"Sorry, C, but's classified," Quinn's voice slurred out.

"Classified?! Classified!"

"Dr. Griffin, if you are going to continue to yell, I am going to have to ask you to wait outside," Dr. Adams threatened her.

"Fine," she growled out, and the curtain suddenly snapped open, startling everyone. Clarke's demeanor immediately deflated, and she looked at the two women in confusion, "Lexa? What are you doing here?"

Lexa looked beyond Clarke and saw Quinn narrowing her eyes at her in suspicion. She quickly refocused on Clarke and cleared her throat, hoping to waylay some of the suspicions, "Anya and I were just coming to see how your sister was. That was a rather nasty altercation back there."

Clarke sighed and glancing at Quinn over her shoulder, stepped past the partition, and closed the curtain again. Stepping away and giving a slight hand movement to have her follow, they moved from the bed.

Clearing her throat, Clarke said, "It was. Unfortunately, this is typical for what we see here. This new drug that's hit the streets creates very volatile and unpredictable addicts. Thank you for stepping in and helping us. I don't know what I would have done if Quinn had been more seriously injured. She's our rock."

"Are you both in the habit of diving into danger headfirst," Anya asked, her tone chastising.

Clarke looked down sheepishly and missed Lexa glaring at the dirty blonde. Anya just looked at her unimpressed.

"What Anya means to say is that we are glad to have been able to help," Lexa said, still glaring at Anya but quickly adopted a more sincere gaze as Clarke looked up at her. "Since everyone else seemed too stunned to act."

Clarke gave her a smile that warmed Lexa's heart, "I guess that says a lot about the type of people we are."

"Yeah, reckless," Anya said, huffing in indignation.

Clarke laughed, and it was a beautiful sound to Lexa's ears, which forestalled her from hitting Anya again.

"Some would say that," Clarke agreed. "I'd call it courageous. Especially to get involved when you have no dog in the fight. I got involved because that's what I'm trained to do. Quinn probably saw me go down when the gurney collapsed, and well, she's always been like that. I think the military has made her worse."

"So that promotion you told me about," Lexa said, beginning to understand some things. "She…"

Clarke nodded and spoke a little pridefully, "She made Senior Chief last cycle. One of the youngest on record."

"That's impressive," she acknowledged.

"We think so," Clarke said and glanced back at the curtain that Quinn was behind. "I should get back and make sure that it's nothing more than a concussion. Everyone's gonna be pissed when they find out."

"I think they'll forgive her when they find out she was going after you," Lexa tried to reassure the blonde.

Clarke made a displeased face, "Yeah, but that'll just turn them on me. I'm supposed to be on a leave of absence and not getting involved. Either way, neither one of us is going to bed tonight unscathed."

"I'm sure you'll survive," Anya said drolly, already bored with the conversation.

Clarke nodded, "I'm sure we will. Um, thank you again for helping us."

"Of course, Klark," Lexa said, bowing slightly. "Our condolences on your father's passing. Jake will be missed."

Clarke nodded, "Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your day, Lexa."

"Thank you," she replied and tugged Anya to leave.

Clarke made it back to the curtain before she realized that she had never mentioned her father's name. She turned to question the mysterious brunette, but they had already disappeared. So, she just shook her head and opened the curtain.

"You know Mom's gonna kill us," she said without preamble.

Quinn groaned, "When's the next flight to Rota?"

"I'll tell ya only if you let me come with you," she replied, moving to her sister's bedside. She looked at Dr. Adams, "How bad's the concussion?"

"Mild," Dr. Adams replied. "She's going to have a headache for a few days. Expect sensitivity to light and some nausea. You've seen injuries like this before so. You know the drill. Rest and monitoring to make sure her symptoms don't worsen. No extracurricular activities until the headache and blurry vision recede."

"There goes my roller derby game," Quinn joked.

"As if you'd be caught with roller skates on, Q," Clarke said, smacking her lightly on the arm. "Thanks for taking care of her, Dr. Adams."

The man nodded, "Of course. If it weren't for her, there would have been a lot more people injured trying to restrain him. As it was, only a few bruises from when Quinn started throwing people to get to you."

"I'm not apologizing for that," Quinn said, sitting up. "No one was moving, and the guy was trying to bite her. They're lucky I didn't do more than that."

"Easy, Quinn," Clarke laid a calming hand on her arm. "You stopped him from hurting me, and everything's under control now."

"Whatever," Quinn grumbled. "Can we go home now?"

Clarke looked at Dr. Adams for permission, who nodded, "Yeah, let's go home."

Clarke helped Quinn stand and wrapped an arm loosely around her waist to keep her steady. They made their way out of the ER and were nearly out the door when Quinn cried suddenly, "Cookies!"

Clarke looked at her, incredulously, "Seriously?!"

Quinn wanted to nod vigorously but refrained from keeping her head from hurting more, "Yes. Mrs. Flannery gave them special to me, and I want them. Plus, that folder is with them."

"Oh, shit, right," Clarke said and looked around. "Where'd you put them?"

Quinn pointed in the general direction, and leaving her leaning against a wall, Clarke went and retrieved the cookie tin and folder. Coming back, Quinn made gimme hands, and Clarke rolled her eyes before handing her the tin.

"God, you are such a sucker for cookies," Clarke said as they walked out of the hospital slowly.

"Damn skippy, C," she said, happily opening the tin and getting another cookie. "Here, you can have one. You deserve it for keeping that dude from going all Walking Dead on your ass."

She took the offered cookie and bit into it, humming at the flavor, "I think I deserve a drink or three for going above and beyond my duties as a resident."

"Oh, that sounds good," Quinn agreed.

"Nope. None for you," Clarke said, smirking. "Head injuries are denied alcohol for at least twenty-four hours."

"Nooo," Quinn whined. "Then give me back that cookie. If I can't have a beer, you can't have cookies."

Clarke shoved the rest of the cookie in her mouth and mumbled around it, "Too late. It's on its way to my belly."

"You suck, C," Quinn grumbled.

"Oh, come on. You know you love me," Clarke cajoled her sister good-naturedly.

"Whatever. Just take me home," she replied petulantly.

"God, I forgot how much of a baby you are when you're hurt," Clarke said as she opened the passenger door for Quinn, handing the folder over after Quinn got settled.

"Fuck you," Quinn said as soon as Clarke was in the car.

Clarke just rolled her eyes and started the car. Soon they were back on the road to Arcadia. Neither girl noticing that they were being watched from the hospital entrance.

"Find out as much as you can on Quinn Griffin," Lexa ordered. "And find out if they're truly connected to the Skaikru Griffins."

"Sha, Heda," Anya agreed before they climbed into the waiting SUV. "We'll find out why you and Quinn have the same blood."

And if I just found out way to take advantage of Skaikru, Lexa thought to herself as she stared in the direction Clarke had driven.