Chapter 7
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Clarke groaned, her head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, reaching her hand out feeling along with the soft cotton sheets, she found they were cold. Reaching out with her other hand Clarke searched along the soft surface and still didn't find anything. The infirmary bed wasn't this big, and the sheets were not this soft.
She tried to think back to the last thing she remembered, she was fighting with Bellamy and they were in the showers? She didn't remember going to bed, but he'd kissed her. Was she in Bellamy's bed?
Slowly her eyes opened, the ceiling was tall and grey, turning her head to the left Clarke noticed the walls were the same, there was no colour in this room. When she moved to sit up bare leg slid again bare leg and Clarke realized she wasn't wearing anything under the blankets. Double-checking she peeked under and saw she was right, though her milky white towel was tangled around her waist.
"Where the hell am I?" There was no way this was a room on the base, aside from prison bars being replaced by a metal door, this looked like some kind of jail cell.
Wrapping the blanket tightly around her Clarke stood from the bed, there were no windows on any of the walls. The only thing in this room was a king-size bed, a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling by a cord and her.
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Bellamy groaned, his head throbbed. He'd woken up like this once before in training a couple of years back, the men were all injected with a drug that knocked them out, they were taken to the woods and dropped off, when they woke their job was to get back to base in a limited amount of time.
Why the hell was his head hurting now? What was the last thing he remembered? He was in the girl's locker room, he was fighting with Clarke, then he was kissing her? After that nothing.
Wait! "Clarke."
"Hey, buddy look who's finally awake." He heard his partner's voice.
Slowly Bellamy opened his eyes and looked around, he was in the infirmary, did he fall asleep in Clarke's room? Bellamy held his head in his hands feeling sick like he had that day he was training.
"Take it easy." Another voice commanded.
Bellamy shot up in bed looking around franticly for the blonde but he didn't see her.
Miller grabbed his arm, "Bellamy hey! It's okay you were knocked out, relax."
"Where is she?"
Detective Miller looked at his son and then back to Bellamy, "She was taken a few hours ago from the locker room where we found you."
Miller continued, "You were both injected with a blow dart, we assume the dart that hit you was the same one they used to subdue Clarke."
Bellamy's heart was beating quickly in his chest, "Where the hell is she?"
Miller sighed, "We don't know."
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Clarke banged on the door repeatedly, when her right hand became too sore to carry on she switched to her left, her voice going horse before her fist gave out.
Finally after what she was sure had been two hours the door made a buzzing sound as it opened, Clarke backed up quickly as a man appeared in the doorway.
"My daughter wasn't wrong, you are quite beautiful." Said the man, his eyes were black as night and looked to be soft but Clarke knew he was dangerous.
The blonde's throat was tried making it hard to speak, "Who are you?"
He smiled, "I guess I should introduce myself, Charles but my friends call me Pike."
Clarke thought she was going to throw up, this was the man who had ordered the hit on her mother the same man who wanted her dead as well as her father, the same man Bellamy- Bellamy!
"No need to look so worried, I know my name comes with a reputation but I assure you, you are quite safe here."
Clarke scoffed and Pike's eyes narrowed.
"Where is Bellamy?"
"Ah, was that the guy who was trying to ravish you in the bathroom? I have got to say Clarke I was a little disappointed to hear about that." She stayed quiet, she was very aware of his eyes scanning her sheet-covered body. "Though I can't hold it against him."
"Why am I here?"
"Straight to the business it is, your father is a bad man he's hurt lots of people I'm just trying to bring some justice where justice is lacking."
"You've killed thousands, you killed my mother!"
He ticked, "No need to get loud, I've had people watching you for quite a while, you despised your mother her death was a gift."
"You're saying you killed her for me?"
"My daughter killed her for you, I was willing to let her live as long as she didn't interfere but she thought it would be best if her toxic behaviours were out of your life."
"Your insane."
"Some have claimed it yes. Considering you were found in the showers I supposed you don't need to be cleaned, but I assume you would like some clothes yes? And maybe some ice for your hands." He turned his back to her then, Clarke watched as she left the room, a deafening lock sound filled the room as the door closed.
Sinking to the ground she pulled the blanket tightly around her, how was this happening. The last thing she remembered was she was in Bellamy's arms and then she woke up alone with the man she was supposed to be kept away from.
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"Where are those damn tapes!" Bellamy commanded walking into the main control room on base.
Miller followed behind him, Bellamy refused to stay in bed and let everyone else handle the missing Clarke situation.
"Over here," Fox called security footage up on her screen. "We have no cameras in the locker room so this was the closest one we could find that showed anything about who took Clarke."
"Play it."
The video started, it was a view from outside the window of the girls' locker room, a woman dressed in training clothes threw a gravelling hook until it hooked onto the window sill three stories up. She proceeded to climb until she was in place, cutting the glass of the window and sliding into the room.
"That's it?" Bellamy snapped.
Fox shook her head, "We don't see her again until she makes her escape with Clarke."
Clicking on another video they watched as the dark-haired woman from the first video carried an unconscious Clarke over her shoulder. They disappeared around the side of the building and then the video showed two minutes later a dark no plate car driving away.
"That is all we have, that is nothing!"
Miller grabbed his shirt in his fist. "We have people working on swabbing DNA from the windows, looking at the tire tracks and trying to run a facial analysis on this girl. We will find something."
Bellamy shook his head and stormed out of the room.
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Clarke sat on the edge of the king-sized mattress for a good hour before the door opened again, instead of Pike this time it was a girl who looking to be a little older than herself.
"Hi."
The girl smiled warmly, "I brought you some clothes, they should fit." She held them out.
Clarke stood, pulling the blanket tighter around her naked body slowly walking toward her. The material was soft in her hands, Clarke couldn't wait to put them on, she was started to get cold.
The girl looked at each other, "Thanks." Clarke said expectantly when the other girl didn't take that as her queue to leave, Clarke added. "I'm going to change now."
"You want me to leave, we're both girls here." She laughed a little, but her eyes her serious as they scanned the blanket-wrapped blonde.
"I'm a prisoner here."
The girl sighed, "I'm Lexa, I'm the one who brought you here."
Clarke dropped the clothes then and stepped back, this was Pike's daughter. Why was she being so nice, was she kept here too under her father's command? Maybe she just was lonely and wanted a friend.
"I was happy where I was." Clarke bit out.
She laughed, "Happy really? From where I was standing you didn't look so happy with that curly-haired man handler."
"People fight, he's a my-my friend. You never fight with any of your friends?"
"Not like that."
Clarke's eyes dipped to Lexa's weapon belt, no I guess not.
"I will leave, get dressed I want to show you around but no when everyone will gawk at you."
Clarke waits until she is alone again before bending to pick up the clothes. The pants were form-fitting and tight on her curves, Clarke assumed they were Lexa's. The black sweatshirt she held said Miami across it in neon letters, she doubted Lexa was one to go on spring break.
"Good your ready."
Under her breath, Clarke muttered. "And if I wasn't."
"This way."
Clarke stayed put, "Pike knows you're doing this!?"
She laughed, "It's allowed don't worry."
The blonde wanted to make some snipe about wanted to say in the room instead of venturing to the other circles of hell, but that probably wouldn't be well received. Holding her breath she slowly walked toward the metal door, it didn't seem much brighter outside the room than inside.
"I'll take you to the meal hall, you must be starving." Lexa gabbed away while Clarke followed her upstairs into a house.
"Where is Pike?"
"He had something to do." Clarke raised a brow but stayed quiet, "Your hair is pretty I wish mine was as blond as yours."
Clarke hadn't realized Lexa had stopped and almost walked right into her, Clarke didn't know what the other girl was doing till she felt a gentle pull on the ends of her hair. Staying still Clarke eyes Lexa's hand until she zoned out of whatever trance she was in and came back to reality.
"Why did you bring me here?"
Lexa cleared her throat, "I'm the best spy we have-"
"No, why am I here."
So far Lexa had held a smile on her face but now was the first time Clarke was afraid of her, Lexa didn't say anything, she turned and continued walking up the stairs and down hallways until they emerged into a kitchen.
"I like to make pasta, the is some pasta salad yesterday that I planned to eat, I'll cook us up some rice to go with it."
Clarke sat silently on a bar stool as Lexa moved around the kitchen. This place looked like any regular home, there was a window, which is how Clarke learned it had at least been a full day since she'd been taken. The basement must have been converted into some kind of holding chamber. On the walk up Clarke noticed red stains in the hall, she assumed from a lame attempt at a clean-up after torture.
Knowing she had to change her game up and start acting more polite toward the brunette Clarke smiled. If she had a hope in hell at getting out of here she needed to see more of the house and hopefully sway Pike's daughter in her favour. Though from what Pike said earlier and how Lexa has been acting toward her Clarke didn't think it would be as hard as it could have been.
"How old are you?"
Lexa seemed surprised but delighted by the question, "I just had my 21st birthday. I go to Miami every birthday to see my mother."
"She doesn't live here?"
Her eyes turned sad, "No she and my father weren't the right fit, she's with someone who makes her happy now."
"And you chose your father?"
"I chose his lifestyle and it chose me back."
So your mom doesn't also murder, kidnap and extort others as a day job. At least that is what Clarke wanted to say, but she had to play this smart.
"That is too bad."
Lexa shrugged, "Not really, I like a white Christmas." She laid a bowl down in front of Clarke, rice on a side plate.
"Thanks."
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"Bellamy!" Miller yelled his partner was getting out of control.
"Why wasn't I notified" Bellamy yelled at Detective Miller.
The detective sighed, "Quite frankly Bellamy you have been off your game since that night at the bunker and you've lost control since Clarke was taken. I've taken temporary control of the situation in regards to getting Clarke back."
"Your son and I are the ones who are supposed to decide things when it comes to Jake's daughter."
"Don't use his name as a threat to regain power. Once we have the Griffin girl back you may resume your duty." He turned to another marine. "Can you play the conversation so Blake can hear it?"
"Where is the girl Pike?" It was Detective Miller on the line.
"I assure you the Griffin girl will remain safe in my grasp until her father gets to town. When he does I better be his first phone call."
"We are unaware of Jake's whereabouts."
"I'll be calling back in 3 days, it'd be in yours and the girl's best interest if you don't come looking for her."
"That's it?" The detective looked and Bellamy and nodded. "We aren't going to stop looking, we can't trust this lunatic."
Miller looked at him, "I called Jake a couple of times when she was first taken and you were still knocked out, we hope he'll be calling us back soon."
"Fine, I'll wait till he calls back, but till then I want to be here when Pike calls again."
Detective Miller locked his jaw but nodded his head, he knew any other response wouldn't get a pretty reaction. Bellamy left the command room then, he would be there when that next call in and he'd demand answers."
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"My father will be back soon."
Clarke looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, she realized they'd been sitting in the kitchen for 2 hours and she hadn't gotten to see the rest of the house.
She knew she was being kept in the basement, the only chance she has to get out is when she was above ground and who knows when that was going to happen again. This might be her only chance to get out.
Slowly rising from her chair Clarke grabbed the fork that she'd used to eat her pasta salad and slid it up the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
"I'll bring you down some food around supper time," Lexa informed her on the walk back. "If you need anything before then just say so- there are cameras in your room so we can keep an eye on you."
Cause that's not creepy or anything. "I won't be needing supper."
"You didn't eat much of the pasta salad-" Lexa turned quickly arms going up to block Clarke's attack.
The fork Clarke so forcibly stabbed with missed Lexa's neck and ended up in her forearm. Lexa groaned but that was it, she'd seen Clarke take the metal tool as they left the kitchen, she just wasn't sure if she would you it against one of them or herself.
"That was very stupid."
Clarke ran back toward the kitchen looking for an exit but couldn't find one, Lexa was right behind her and she knew she'd made a mistake. Grabbing the knife that was laid out on the counter Clarke turned toward Lexa as she advanced on her.
"Looks like tall dark and curly didn't teach you the first thing about hand-to-hand combat. Never go up against an opponent whose skills far outweigh your own."
Lexa surged forward grabbing Clarke's wrist and quickly with one squeeze the knife was knocked to the grown and Clarke's head was between Lexa's arms. As her breaths started getting harder to pill in and black dots started to cloud her vision Clarke heard Lexa whisper, "You're lucky I love you".
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"I think I knew where she is." Bellamy came to Miller the next morning.
He sighed, "I thought you were going to wait till we heard back from Jake?"
"There isn't time, he could be deep undercover closing off a case, it could be weeks till he gets back to us and that is just too damn long."
"Okay, what did you find?"
Bellamy's face was all business as he laid out a map on Millers' desk. "Pike has a daughter, I think that's who took Clarke from the base. That daughter has a mother 'Anya' but she moved away years ago and remarried up in Miami."
"You think they took Clarke to Miami?"
"No, Anya had a small beach house located in a small fishing village only a couple hours from here. I think that's where they are keeping Clarke."
"Or some locals are living there, Bellamy if the women moved to Miami she's not keeping some dinky little beach house."
"That's the thing, this beach house was bought 3 years after Anya left from Miami."
"You think Pike put it under her ex-wife's name."
Bellamy nodded, "I think that's exactly what he did."
"When do we leave?"
The partners knew each other well, "In 20 minutes, grab your go-bag and meet me in the hangar bay."
"We going by rover?"
"You bet your ass we are."
Both boys smiled, they accomplished a lot of great things in that rover, today was going to be no different.
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Clarke woke with a start, the last thing she remembered was Lexa's arms around her next and the strong scent of copper in the air.
Now she lay back in that grey room, dressed in the same clothes she put on earlier but her hair wasn't loose like before, it was wound tightly at the back of her head. After she knocked her out Lexa must have braided her hair, Clarke's throat when dry thinking about all the other things Lexa could have done while she was unconscious
Expecting a visitor in the next few hours Clarke sits on the bed facing the only entrance, but no one came. Clarke went to sleep and woke up which she can only assume is hours later with a tray of food on the floor by the bed. This routine continued, it was a week before someone came to visit while she was awake.
If she was being honest with herself Clarke would go back to solitude if it meant her father wouldn't be the man standing in the doorway.