CHAPTER 4

I know this is chapter 4, but you have no idea how excited I am for you to read chapter 5! I have recently decided that I will be posting chapters on Wednesdays, if a chapter isn't posted next week wed, which will be because I only have like 500 words left to write, then you'll have to check in the following Wed. THANKS, EVERYONE!

Bellamy led Clarke up the steps of the police station, as soon as they went through the metal detectors they could hear yelling.

"Would somebody shut this kid up!" One of the officers yelled. He was talking about Finn.

"It's been 10 minutes and they still aren't here, we shouldn't have separated from them. Shouldn't you have real cops looking after her?"

"Hey!" Octavia shouted.

Miller stepped in to defend his partner, "Bellamy is one of the best, it's the reason we are both on this case."

"Finn sit down!" Octavia pulled at his sleeve. "And shut up! Bell!"

Octavia was the first to see her brother and best friend, she got up from her seat and pulled them both into a hug.

"We are okay O," Bellamy assured her, letting the two girls embrace while he convened with the detectives.

"Did anyone follow you?" Detective Sydney asked.

Bellamy glared, "No, not the car that did the drive-by and not any other vehicle."

"Same." Miller nodded, "The hit was just a onetime run, they were in and out in seconds, never slowed down to see if they hit their target."

"I thought Pike's people weren't in town yet." Bellamy snapped, "Clarke's head was nearly blown off."

"It sounds like you protected her well." Detective Miller rewarded. "His people aren't but the person who killed Abby Griffin is still in the wind."

"He's right dad, it was a close call. No one knew we were going to the lake today except the people that were there."

Detective Miller bit his cheek, "They're keeping tabs on her somehow. What do we know about the Collins boy?"

Miller smirked and Bellamy rolled his eyes.

"Finn is nothing but an overzealous idiot, how has an obsession as a teen girl obsesses over Justin Timberlake, but he's not a threat."

Detective Sydney butted in, "Either way I'm running a work up on all the people in Clarke's graduating Class and the year below her."

Miller's dad seemed to agree, "That's wise, we need to broaden our search and we need to move Clarke to the safe house."

"It's not ready yet sir." One of the cops added.

"It'll have to be, Bellamy and Clarke will move in tonight. Miller will join our efforts and just to be safe we should have men posted outside these kids' houses for the next week or so."

The same cop nodded, "I'll dig up some unmarked cars from the impound lot."

"Bellamy I want you to prepare Clarke." Detective Miller gave him a duffle bag. "You will be leaving from the station, taking a plane three cities over, there you will meet Sergeant Lincoln and Niko, they will be your means of communication with us. They will take you around the mountains and deliver you to the safe house, they will come at by same time every two weeks to deliver supplies. If god forbid something goes wrong you have this sat phone, it will make one phone call and once it is turned on anyone can find you. Do you understand?"

Bellamy stood straight as he received his orders. "Yes sir."

"Get going. I will deliver both of you to the airport and make sure you get on the plane safely." Detective Miller looked over at the group of friends. "I expect both of you changed and ready to leave in half an hour. Dismissed."

Bellamy pulled Miller aside, "You watch over my sister while I'm gone. Keep yourself safe, may we meet again."

"May we meet again." She replied, "Keep her safe or Jake will have both our asses."

"Clarke." The blonde in question looked tired, her cheeks were pale and eye droopy even though she tried to conceal it all with a smile. "Say goodbye."

She looked him over, she saw the duffle bag and the way the other cops were running around and whispering. Bellamy told her they'd stay at Kane's as long as there were no threats on her life, after today she knew they wouldn't be allowed to stay anymore.

Monty and Jasper gave her tight hugs, Finn's lasted a little longer than she would have liked while wearing a too-small bikini, only covered by Bellamy's tee. Octavia's goodbye was a little rough, Clarke felt bad, the girl had just gotten her brother back and was now having to say goodbye to him and her best friend in one day.

"Take care of her." She muttered into her brother's ear when he pulled her in for a hug.

Bellamy nodded, "Take care of yourself, when this is over you and I are going to spend some time together."

"Looking forward to it."

Detective Miller had directed Clarke toward the girls' locker room and offered her a towel and some shampoo to clean up with. After the group left Bellamy went and did the same.

Clarke emerged a couple of minutes after Bellamy in a pair of leggings and a black band tee and her dried hair in loose curls. Bellamy was in a pair of black sweats and one of his old grey workout shirts.

"You both ready?" Detective Miller asks, joining them.

Clarke gave him her best smile, "Yes."

The drive to the airport was quiet, Bellamy could have sworn he'd heard Clarke sniffle from the back seat. Going away means she would be missing her mother's funeral, her high school graduation and her friends. Bellamy didn't know what her plans were for starting school in the fall but he hoped she'd be back in time to find out.

"You have a fake passport, In hopes, we'll fly under Pike's nose," Bellamy explained handing Clarke a small backpack filled with things. "Your name is-"

"Treena Cru?" Her new name sounded funny on her tongue. "What's your name?"

"Ash Getta." Bellamy smiled when Clarke let out a genuine laugh.

"Nathan made them up." Detective Miller told them, a slight smirk on his face.

Bellamy shook his head and muttered, "He always was good at fake IDs." Under his breath.

"I'm 21?" Clarke noticed.

"That's the legal age where we are going, the rest of your information should be the same, birth date, eye colour etcetera," Bellamy added.

Thankfully no one at the airport gave them any trouble, apparently, Bellamy was wrong about her past port. Her weight had been changed from 173 to 273, which forced Clarke to blush and stutter out that she had lost a lot of weight recently.

Clarke and Bellamy stayed awake during the flight, watching movies on the plane TVs. Lincoln and Niko were right outside the gate waiting for the couple when they got off the plane.

"Ash, Treena glade you landed safely." Niko greeted, "We should keep moving if we want to arrive at your destination before sundown."

Lincoln lead the way while Bellamy and Niko walk beside her, she could see all men contently looking around. When they made it to the car Clarke felt herself unclench, she hadn't realized she'd been so anxious until she relax and felt her muscles sigh in relief.

"It's a two-hour drive." Bellamy told her softly, "You should get comfortable."

"I don't think that'll be possible until all this is over." She muttered back honestly.

Bellamy's lips thinned as he looked at her, Clarke self consciously tucked some hair behind her ears.

"What was that?" Bellamy stopped breathing and his words had no inflection.

Clarke froze her movements then, his tone startled her.

"On your ear, what the hell is that?" Bellamy demanded, moving her hair with his own hands.

She noticed the red stain in her hair and the side of her ear had a crescent chunk missing.

"Stop," Clarke said trying to move her head away but Bellamy held her in place. When his breath hit the open nerves she gasped, "That stings!"

"You didn't tell me you were shot!" He growled, moving away to look into her eyes.

"I'm not!" Clarke snapped back feeling defensive.

Bellamy showed her his hand which now was stained with her blood.

"I didn't notice, it would explain why you threw up. I can't believe I missed this."

Clarke touched his arm, "It's just my ear-"

Bellamy's eyes went wide with horror, "Four inches to the left and that bullet would have killed you. I knew going out wasn't smart but I let you go on that damn run and to the lake when I knew you were safer inside."

"Woah, relax. What are you supposed to do? Chain me up in the basement."

"If I had you wouldn't have a bullet hole in you right now." Bellamy's tone dripped with self-loathing.

Clarke scoffed at his dramatics trying to lighten to mood but Bellamy was already spiralling down into a dark hole of self-hatred.

The rest of the ride consisted of silence with small instances of small talk from the front seat. Clarke tried to get Bellamy's attention a couple of times but he wouldn't give her the time of day, she couldn't even enjoy the view because the windows were so darkly tinted it was hard to see anything past your reflection.

When the vehicle came to a stop Bellamy instructed Clarke to stay inside the car, he did a thro search around the area and in the house to make sure they hadn't been followed and no one was waiting. When he was satisfied Bellamy open Clarke's door and ushered her toward the building, Lincoln and Niko trailing behind them with supplies. They felt the bag on the front step, each circling the building as Bellamy had recently done while the couple brought everything inside. The two agents were not coming in because as soon as their search was done they got into the car and drove away.

"It's going to be dark soon, isn't it dangerous for them to drive down the side of a mountain?"

"They are fine, your room is downstairs the door on the left, bathrooms are connected, there are no windows down there so if any lights go out there are extra bulbs up here. My room is across from yours and the rest of the house is free-range, kitchen, living room." He rattled off as he began to unpack and put things away in the kitchen.

Clarke laughed without humour, "Look I know you're upset about my ear, but we are the only people around for miles, are you seriously going to talk to me."

"I am talking to you."

"Right." She scoffed, "I'm going to bed."

Clarke looked around the living room space and after walking around the space she realized she didn't see a stairwell or even a door to the stairwell.

"Follow me." Bellamy sighed, he led her towards one of the pantries off from the kitchen. When he opened up the door Clarke realized there were no shelves inside, just a small circular dome in the middle of the small closet.

"That's how we get downstairs?"

He nodded, "It's a bunker built during war times. We found it a couple of years ago, revamped it and then build a safe house on top of it."

"You guys really don't play around."

"No, we don't."

Clarke had meant her comment as a joke, but clearly, Bellamy was still too butt hurt to find anything funny at the moment.

"I'll be down here I guess," Clarke muttered making her descent down the dark tunnel.

She realized the bunker must have automatic light sensors when the walls lit up around her. She was in the middle of small living space with a cabinet, table, chairs and a small couch. Aside from that, there was a small hallway that has one door on each side. Opening up the one to her room, Clarke was surprised to find a bed all done up, a bookshelf full of things to read and a small pile of colouring supplies on the end of the bed.

Someone must have come down and stalked it for her before they'd gotten there.

"When Jake first assigned people to the Pike operation he had this bunker being prepared for you." Clarke didn't flinch having heard Bellamy come down the ladder seconds ago.

"If he knew I would need this place, why didn't he get someone to bring me and my mom here?"

Bellamy licked his lips from behind her, "Because she told him no."

"What?" Clarke turned to face him, but he looked down.

"Before Jake found me he tried to tell you, Abby of the threat, she didn't believe him. Your dad worked a lot of dangerous missions before this one and your mom was used to his warnings. After nothing came of it after the first warning and he's come home safe she didn't take it to them seriously. Jake knew that, even though he told her this time it was different, that's why he found Miller and me."

Clarke couldn't believe it, if her mom had just taken the focus of her job for two seconds, she could still be alive right now.

"Jaha messaged me while we were at the beach, mom's funeral is in two days."

"I'm sorry you won't get to go, you can visit her grave when you get back."

Clarke shook her head, she never got to say a proper goodbye. "Do you know how she died?"

Bellamy shook his head disapprovingly.

"I can take it." She insisted.

"There were a couple of injuries inflicted when she tried to defend herself, but ultimately it was a double-tap to the chest."

A couple of tears slipped down Clarke's cheeks. "That's good, it means she died quickly."

Clarke could see her mom now, the warmth from her blood, the painful way her arm was twisted at her side, her open eyes staring blankly.

"After my dad left, there wasn't anyone to keep the peace between me and my mom. She was always at work, to begin with, but she started taking more shifts, staying overnight in the on-call rooms. The times she decided to come home we either fought or ignored each other. Now she's dead and I don't even know how I'm supposed to feel about it." Clarke sat on the bed, next to the art supplies.

Bellamy went from standing ridge in the doorway to kneeling in front of her. He didn't know what to say so he just rested a hand on her knee and rubbed his thumb over the material of her leggings.

After sitting in silence for a while Clarke announce that she was going to get some sleep and that she'll see him in the morning.

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The first week in the safe house went by painfully slow, Bellamy still seemed put off by Clarke's ear and every time she'd forget and put her hair up he'd get all quiet and go to his room. After a few days, she learned and would either leave her hair down or put it in a side braid to cover her ear.

(Flashback)

"Come on Just play a couple of games with me," Clarke called from her spot on the couch.

Bellamy had been pretty standoffish, since their talk four nights ago. He always seemed to be wrapped up in some solitary thing like reading, writing stuff down in his reports.

At the moment he was reading some history book, when she called out to him Bellamy lowered the book enough for her to catch his eyes over top the pages. Clarke raised her eyebrows at him in a teasing manner.

"I'll even let you pick the game." She coaxed, "As long as it's either chase the ace or poker, I never learned to play anything else."

Bellamy's smile was hidden behind his book, he'd gotten to know her in the past few days. They hadn't talked much, his doing, but he'd been watching her. She'd spent last night trying to make soup, he'd watched her nose crinkle when she got confused over the recipe and saw her bit her bottom lip in concentration.

She was slowly worming her way into his heart, other than his sister he'd never let himself care about anyone, not after his mom died. If Bellamy was being honest with himself, he'd admit that he felt something for her when he met her outside of Kane's house. Other than his family, he'd never felt an immediate connection with someone before.

"Poker, I'll get some Oreos we can bet with." He put his book aside.

"Oh this is series, I never thought you'd risk your oreo stash, you must think you're pretty good."

Bellamy smirked, he and Miller used to play a lot when they were out on missions, they were pretty evenly matched and would dry out anyone who dared to play with them. He told Clarke as much.

"Just shut up and deal, let the cards speak for themselves."

"Five-card draw?"

The blonde nodded, Bellamy had to work to hide his smile this time as Clarke pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

(Flashback Ended)

It wasn't till they were a week and two days in when Clarke finally snapped from the solitude. It was very early in the morning, Clarke hadn't been able to get to sleep that night, she felt the need to move, to do something other than sitting around in silence. She changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top that had been in her duffle she brought with her, pulled her hair back into a tight side braid and made her way up the ladder.

The clock in the kitchen told her it was three in the morning, with her luck she'd be back before Bellamy even knew she was gone, no harm no foul. She debated stealing one of the flashlights from the kitchen, but she didn't want to draw any attention to herself if she could help it.

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Bellamy woke up and just like the day before he showered and got dressed before heading out of the underground bunker and into the safe house. The dial on the wall told him the sun was up, he looked around the small space and didn't see Clarke, she was usually up here before he was. He hoped her lack of presence meant she finally was getting the sleep she desperately needed.

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Clarke ran at a slow place to keep herself from tripping over tree roots and rocks, she decided it would be smartest to stay in the tree line. The sky was still dark making it hard to see anything, especially when leaves cover every inch of the forest floor, including areas that seem to be dugout. Clarke found this out the hard way, one minute her feet were making an impact with soil and the next the dirt seemed to disappear out from under her.

A scream trapped itself in Clarke's lungs as she fell 10 ft below the earth's surface. Dirt was thankfully the only thing her head hit on the way down, the space seemed to widen as she landed.

"If Bellamy wasn't going to be made before he sure is now," Clarke muttered to herself.

She knew there was no way she could get out of here by herself, the designer made this trap to keep people from escaping. The bottom was wide, making it impossible to climb the walls. Detective Miller had even taken her phone, not that it would work down here if she had it; she could only wait till Bellamy came looking for her.

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After making a bagel Bellamy puttered around the living room, he'd already read war and peace in the days he'd been here, he started a mystery novel but it didn't interest him much. It was almost lunchtime now and Clarke still hadn't come out of her room. To be honest, he was bored, as much as he tried to push her and his feelings away this past week, he liked spending time with her.

Bellamy had heard stories from other agents about client agent romances. He always said he'd never put himself in that position, he couldn't understand how others had allowed themselves to get close to the people they protect, in all the stories he's heard, it never ends well on either side.

Clarke and Bellamy had gotten a little too close to fast right off the bat, he felt immediately protective of her and Clarke seemed to trust him with her life. Even when she annoys the hell out of him and seems to be putting herself in harm's way.

"Get her out of your head Blake!" Bellamy muttered to himself, with a shake of his head he fell back on the couch, hopping a little reading would distract him.

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Clarke groaned, she was hungry and really needed to pee, but on top of that when she attempted to escape the trap she realized she'd twisted her knee when she landed.

"I'm going to die down here." Clarke sighed laying back against the cold dirt.

At this point she was going to have dirt in crevices from weeks, she might as well get comfy as she waits for her knight in a tight dark shirt to come and save the day as he had on the beach.

Clarke hadn't been able to stop thinking about that day, she's been shot at and because of her so had her friend, Bellamy and Miller. If Bellamy hadn't been so fast she would have been swiss cheese, riddled with bullet holes. She never really thanked him for that, or giving up his life to stay out here with her; it is part of his job, he's probably used to it.

The guilt weighed on her still, Octavia could have enjoyed a summer with her brother before senior year and now she was most likely sitting at home worrying about them.

"He saved my life, Mr. Worm." Clarke sighed, looking at the wiggling creature next to her. "Used himself like a shield, you know in the Captain America movie when Steve throws himself over a grenade to protect everyone else? Of course, you don't, you're a worm and I'm going to go crazy down here!"

The sun was already high in the sky, which if her brownie camp experience was correct, means it was a little past noon.