CHAPTER 8
Writer's block happens and I'm sorry it resulted in this story not getting updated weeks ago like I promised/thought it was going to be. After the cliffhanger of the last chapter, I found it hard to figure out what I wanted to happen next.
Miller and Bellamy climbing into the fully gassed up rover, they almost thought they'd get away with it before they looked up and Saw Roan standing in their way.
"How much trouble you think we'd get into if we just ran his ass over." Bellamy was only 80% joking of course.
"I'd say enough they'd have us tracked down before we can track Pike."
Roan leaned into the walkie he has clipped to his shoulder, he spoke a couple of words before continuing to stand in front of the boy's arms crossed.
Bellamy waved his hands in a 'move' gesture but the other man just turned to speak to someone who was not in his eye line.
"Blake! Miller." Both the guys shut their eyes and groaned. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to leave these exits unguarded!? Not only did someone manage to break in less than 24 hours ago, I knew you two idiots didn't need more than 24 hours to make your great escape."
Bellamy turned toward the voice of Detective Miller but stayed in the rover.
"I need to find her, Sir."
"What you need to do is get your ass back into that base and do some training to get out all this pent-up energy." He replied.
"Listen-"
Detective Miller turned to his son Ignoring Bellamy.
"Big mistake," Miller whispered to his partner.
"This base is on lockdown until I say otherwise." The detective eyed the boys as he made the command into his walkie.
Bellamy pushed his foot down on the gas causing the engine to rev. The doors hadn't been closed yet he still had time.
Miller who knew his best friend well put his hands on the dash in front of them and the door handle, Bellamy flashed his gaze from the detective to the door measuring the distance between the two.
"TURN THE ROVER OFF BLAKE." The detective ordered but the vehicle was already speeding toward the door.
As the two bursts through the door before it closed, Miller looked back seeing a couple of agents who'd jumped out of the way get back on their feet.
"We're going to pay for that later."
Bellamy looked over at him, "I'll take the heat, when we get Clarke back all that won't matter."
Miller nodded pulling out the map, "We're a team." His words were followed by silence.
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Jake ran down flight after flight of metal stairs, he'd gotten multiple calls from Bellamy that had gone unanswered on his cell. Jake had to go back deep undercover to close an old case. The last call Bellamy sent him was a week ago, Jake listened to it when he got back to his safe house and got a hold of his phone.
Grabbing a duffel bag he packed his things as fast as he could and headed for an unmarked car waiting for him.
Bellamy had been sending him messages any time he found a new lead or information Jake would find useful, causing Jake to become ahead of Bellamy in this investigation.
Jake knew where Pike was keeping his daughter, the only reason that his ex-wife's cabin was in play was that Jake knew where it is. Pike didn't care about Clarke he only cared about getting his hands on Jake, and Jake sure as hell was going to walk into that cabin and hand himself over to set his daughter free.
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Miller looked back at the map, "Just through these trees and then we'll have to go on foot."
The team would have to sneak along the tree line to stay hidden from any sightlines from the beach to the house Clarke was being kept in.
"We should park it here, the more tree cover we have the more likely the chance it won't get found." Bellamy decided to pull over where the trees were most dense. "Grab your pack and follow me."
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Pike got home to find his daughter had already taken off for the day, the space seemed in the same condition it was when Pike left, sending one of his men down to check the hostage, she was found sleeping.
"Perimeter check." He ordered seeing his men standing around like morons.
"Sir." They seemed to say at the same time before departing from the house.
Pike threw his weapon belt on the coffee table taking a quick look at his surroundings before going down to the basement.
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Detective Miller fumed as he checked on the guards who'd jump from the rover that was now out of sight.
"Prepare rover two and a team to bring them back!"
One of the lead technical agents ran up to him sightly out of breath with a sat phone in hand.
"Detective you may want to hold off on that order until you hear this."
"Prepare the team!" He yelled to keep the others moving before turning to the agent, "Is it important son?"
"It's a recovered message left on Agents Blake's cell phone 17 minutes ago." Miller turned to dismiss him when he caught the end of the message. "It's from Jake Griffin."
"Play it back." He ordered to bring the device to his ear.
"Bellamy I've gotten all your messages, I still have two missions left open, I'm sending in someone else to close those, Clarke is the priority now more than ever. Pike has her as you said he's sent me photos, the last I recently dropbox to you, it shows her dead son. The mob stage bodies all the time for distracting you from what's most important and to anger the opponent. We must both keep our heads for what comes next. Pike knows I'll be coming now and I know where they are, I'll be there before the day is through, be there for Clarke during the fallout, you're what's the best for her right now. There are other enemies out there, none posing a threat at the moment but could start coming out of the woodwork after this. Take care of my baby girl."
Miller gave the phone back and the agent added, "We tapped agent Blake's phone to get these, it shows he hasn't listened to it yet."
"Can you pull the photo from Blake's phone before he sees it?"
"I can mirror his phone to pull information for us to see but I can't delete anything I don't manually put on."
"Bring it up in ops I want to see the photo and let's pray Blake doesn't check his phone before he finds Clarke."
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Pike opened the strong metal door separating him from Griffin's daughter. She was sleeping like she usually was when he saw her, only a few times when he came down had she actually been awake. Her hair up and in a braid, Clothes changed and fresh. Pike knew Lexa must have been downplaying with the blonde while he was out, because his daughter Pike never laid a finger on the Griffin girl, if anything she looked better than when she'd first arrived.
Pike reached toward a golden lock that seemed to have escaped the tight braid while Clarke slept, the same time his men seemed to get back from their search. From their shouts, they've obviously found something.
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"I bet they don't keep more than 1 guard on her at night, we should wait till dark before we think about making a move," Miller Whispered to his partner once they got back to the rover.
They'd been checking out the area when a couple of Pike's men seemed to be doing a random area search sending both boys back toward the rover so their mission didn't end before they got the girl.
"They could be hurting her in there, I'm not going to wait to find out I could have saved her."
Miller grabbed the collar of his friend's jacket, "Be logical, use your brain and think about this. If we go in too early it could blow anything and push Pike to do something rash. I know you've come to care about her more than your position requires, it's clouding your judgment and is going to get someone hurt. Take a deep breath and let's come up with a plan."
As much as Bellamy wanted to say 'screw you and follow what his heart was screaming at him, he took a deep breath and listened to his friend.
"You are right."
They both sat in silence for a couple of moments gathering their thoughts.
"What time is it? It has to be at least a couple of hours since we left." Miller said pulling up his sleeve to check the time.
Bellamy grabbed his go bag, "Somethings up, they knew where we were going, even if they didn't they would have used the rover GPS to track us."
"Maybe they found out something we don't know, check your phone."
They'd been gone for over 4 hours, if anyone had followed them they would have caught up in less than an hour.
"Couple angry voice mails from your dad, one from Jake and a dropbox request."
"He sending you pictures from the dessert now?" Miller teased, mindlessly grabbing a bottle of water from his bag.
Bellamy opened the box and clicked on the image Jake had sent him, Bellamy's heart dropped to his stomach, his saliva pooling in his mouth as he fought the urge to throw up.
Her blonde hair was matted with blood that also seemed to cover her face and chest, her face purple despite her peaceful expression, her neck appeared to be cut and she was in the same towel she'd been wearing when she was taken, leaving her limbs exposed.
"Not as pretty as you thought?" When Bellamy didn't laugh at the joke Miller looked up to see the pale face of his partner. "Bellamy what!?" Grabbing the phone from him Miller took in the gruesome sight.
Without the device in his hand Bellamy stared at the patch of grass and mud beneath him but still only saw Clarke bruised and bloody, for the rest of his life he was never ever going to be able to forget that image. That was how he was going to remember her, not her laughing and smiling, not her rolling her eyes in annoyance, not even the last memory he had of her in a clean towel pressed between him and the tile wall of the locker room.
He was going to remember her pale and bloody.
Miller pocketed the phone as Bellamy stood enraged and full of grief and started collecting his weapons, his eyes murderous.
"Just wait a minute!"
"No! That is what waiting got me! Got her!" He pointed nowhere but Miller knew he was talking about the picture. "I let them distract me with regulations, wanted to wait for Jake saying it was better to stay out of the way and look what happened because I stood down."
"This isn't your fault."
"She was in my arms when they took her from me, Miller. She was as safe as she's been and it still wasn't good enough. I can't protect her but I sure as hell can kill the bastards who did that to her." It was then he broke off in a run because toward the place Clarke had died in, the horrific vision of her from that photo driving him forward. His agent background caused him to pick up the sound of a motorboat starting from down the beach as it pushed off but Bellamy kept running.
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Pike marched upstairs throwing the door open to see his men with their hands on one Jake Griffin.
"It's about time." Pike gloated, "Your daughter's starting to get restless."
"You mention her again you may wake up to find yourself without a tongue." Jake threatened.
"No need for empty threats my friend, we'll be far away soon enough."
"I want 10 Minutes with her."
Pike smiled, "I just checked on her, she wouldn't wake up for anything. You're welcome to spend the next 5 minutes trying though, cause that's all the time you have."
Jake pulled out of the grips holding him in place, he was the door Pike had recently come out of and made his way down until he came to a small hallway with a lot of doors connected, but only one was pure metal.
Pushing it open Jake took in the alive and rosy face of his daughter.
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Clarke woke to the sound of heavy footsteps overhead and the metal door to her room locking. Rubbing her eyes she sat up and groaned, she felt trapped and she hated it, the only time she tried to fight back she failed miserably. That whole situation could have turned out worse in the end, Lexa could have killed her and Bellamy and her dad would never figure out what happened to her.
Lost in thought the blonde was only pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of the metal door to her room being pushed open.
She hadn't seen him in years but there he was, her father standing in the doorway of her cell. The joy was quickly replaced by dread, if he was here it was because he was turning himself in to take her place.
"I don't have a lot of time and I need to explain things."
Jake walked quickly toward his daughter getting a face full of blonde hair as she ran into his arms, but he didn't care. He kept her tight to his chest as he told her how she wasn't to look for him after, that this was goodbye. That she was strong and he was sorry she lost her mother because of him. Bellamy would be coming for her and to trust him because he was the best there is. and lastly, as he heard boots coming down the stairs that he loved her.
"No, dad!" She cried as big men came in to take him away.
"Remember what I said and never forget who you are." He told her as one of the men slammed the door shut separating them.
Clarke waited for the loud noise of the lock trapping her inside but it never came, because she wasn't a prisoner anymore. Because Pike had her dad and that's all he ever wanted, that's the way he killed her mother, Octavia is spending the summer without her brother and Clarke had been shot at moved from place to place and held captive. All so her father could meet his maker.
The blonde buried her face in the nearest pillow and sobbed her pain away.
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"Hope it was enough to last you for the rest of your life, Jake." One of Pike's men snickered dragging him from the house.
Another man joined in, "Not that it's going to be a long one."
Pike was waiting in a motorboat on the shore, watching as his men dragged Griffin from the house and threw him into the boat. They pushed off and the motor came to life taking them away.
"What are you smirking at?" Jake snaps seeing the smirk on Pike's face.
"Keep your eyes on the shore for as long as you can Jake. You are the one who taught me never to leave loose ends."
Jake looked back seeing the door that had been shut and locked as they'd left suddenly wide open.
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Bellamy ran into the house throwing the front door open weapon drawn with his partner a couple of steps behind him.
"Downstairs," Miller yelled after they'd cleared the main level of the house.
Bellamy leads the two down into the basement, his adrenaline pumping waiting for Pike or one of his men to step out from behind a corner. Miller noted that the house seemed abandoned, there was no way the house would have been left empty unless there was nothing in the house that needed guarding anymore.
"Left," Bellamy called out to his partner to let him know he needed to check all the doors on the right.
After demolishing all the wooden doors Bellamy came to the metal one, pushing roughly on it but since the lock wasn't engaged it flew open slamming against the wall startling the pile of blankets. Or at least whoever was under them.
"Show your self or I swear to god!" Bellamy yelled, gun trained on the sheets.
Bellamy thought the small body was Lexa, Pike's daughter but it wasn't until the bundle responded to him that Bellamy dropped the clip out of his gun, one round still felt in the chamber.
"Bellamy?" She asked again.
This time the blankets fell away to reveal a blonde head of hair, blue watery eyes looking back at him.
"Thank fuck." Miller huffed under his breath.
Miller was down for killing whatever evil son of a bitch tortured the Griffin girl, he'd grown to like her in the small-time he spend with her. But for Bellamy's sake, Miller was just glad his friend wouldn't have to suffer a loss he felt was his fault. Many stories go around the base when an agent gets killed for losses someone too soon in their career.
Bellamy had lost many people but not one of them would have left a scar as the one Clarke would have.
"Clarke." The word was strangled as it came out but that's how Bellamy felt like he was being suffocated. Not able to take a breath until he knew what his eyes were showing him were real.
His eyes travelled her body as the rest of the blankets fell away, his eyes fighting to see past the picture on his phone, the one that was forever burned into his memory. When he found no sign of foul play he waved for Miller to go check the rest of the house.
His knees gave out when somehow his feet had managed to carry him over to the bed. Bellamy pulled Clarke to the ground with him, her knees hitting the ground on either side of his, her weight dropping into his lap and arms wrapping around his shoulders as he slid around her waist.
Her body shook with her tears but so did Bellamy, the relief at founding what he thought he'd lost was overwhelming.
"Bellamy he's gone." He didn't know what she meant by this but he knew it couldn't be good.
"I've got you." He kept whispering into her shoulder.
They stayed like that until Bellamy heard a frightening yell from his partner who was on the main level.
"Bomb!"