Here's the second chapter! I know it seems like Finn and Clarke are going to have something, and he is a part of the story, but I promise that this is a Bellarke fic… it just might take Clarke a little while to realise it! Also, we finally figure out where Bellamy is in this chapter, so all of the wonderful Bellarke fights can ensue :) Fun times!
Hope you enjoy & review!
Clarke groaned as the sound of her alarm clock rang through the morning. What time was it? What day was it? Why did she feel like she was dying? Oh yes… how she could forget about last night's escapades. She couldn't believe all three girls had made it home in one piece. Between Octavia latching herself on to every available male in the room, Raven winning arm wrestling fights against guys twice her size and Clarke standing on the bar yelling "To making a change!" as the entire bar cheers'd to her, she wouldn't be surprised if they all got fired for even showing their faces at the division today.
She slowly rolled herself out of bed and landed on the floor with a thump. 5:30am was shining bright and red as her alarm clock continued to yell at her to wake up. Why did she decide to get up so early? Oh right, the old Clarke would have been up by now, with her running gear on and half way through her morning jog. But new Clarke was going to be irresponsible today, because that's what new Clarke did; and because there was no way she'd be able to run with this hangover.
Of course, it was expected that the rookies would be hungover on their first day; it was almost a tradition at 13 division. Old Clarke had planned to be the first rookie in years to show up on their first day, bright and shiny as a new button, but obviously new Clarke had other plans. She pulled herself up off the floor and had one thought-coffee.
As she made her way to the kitchen she pounded on Raven's bedroom door, after all misery loves company.
"Wake up, wake up!" She yelled in a sing song voice that did not at all match her appearance. Raven opened her door just a crack and peaked out into the light of the hallway.
"Whyyyyy" She yelled dramatically as she flung the door open and threw her hand against her forehead.
"Coffee" was all Clarke said, and the two girls stumbled like zombies towards Octavia's door. Before they could even knock, the door flew open and Octavia appeared in front of them like a vision- makeup done, hair brushed and her duffel bag fastened over her shoulders.
"Whaaa…." Raven began, her mouth hanging open in shock.
"Well don't look so amazed" Octavia scoffed, "We said last night that we were making a change, well this is me, making a change. No more whiny, irresponsible Octavia. I am going to be the most responsible damn cop you've ever met. Starting with being on time for my first day" she declared.
Raven immediately began feeling Octavia's forehead for a fever and Clarke grabbed her wrist to check for a pulse. The two girls continued to poke fun at her until they reached the kitchen and Octavia broke away from them.
"Seriously guys, last night was a wakeup call for me. I've always defined myself based on guy's opinions. Does he think I'm hot? Should I go to second base on the first date? Should I let him do me up the-" she stopped short at the look of horror on her friends faces.
"What?!" she demanded "I didn't let him after…" she mumbled as she filed up the percolator with water.
"Anyways, what I'm saying is, I'm sick of guys being such a distraction for me. I focus on them so much that I forget about myself. This year I am focusing on me" she declared. Raven looked at her sceptically but Clarke smiled as she washed three coffee mugs.
"I think this is a good thing Octavia, I'm proud of you" she said as she distributed a cup to each of her friends.
"Well I don't know about you two, but I'm fucking starving" said Raven, her hangover turning quickly turning into hunger.
"Pancakes?" they all said at once. "I've got the eggs, you grab the butter and milk and Octavia you find the flour" Clarke instructed as she began searching for a clean bowl in their mess of dishes.
"Nothing like starting your first day at work hungover…" Raven mumbled as she began mixing the ingredients together.
After the girls had stuffed themselves well enough with pancakes and Raven and Clarke had fought long enough over who would shower first (their shower notoriously ran out of hot water quickly), the three girls piled into Clarke's dads old truck and by some miracle found their way to the station.
Clarke felt overwhelmed with excitement as she pulled up to park.
"I can't believe were real cops" said Clarke, her voice doing nothing to hide her enthusiasm.
"Yeah it seems like only yesterday we were at the apartment, downing tequila shots and trying to memorise the Miranda rights…" grumbled Octavia, giving Raven a pointed look.
"Hey it worked didn't it? You'll thank me when you actually have to say those buggers to someone for real" said Raven.
"Yeah well I wasn't thanking you the next day when I was throwing up in Jarrod's moms flower bed" snapped Octavia
Raven held her hands up in defense "Hey, he was an asshole and I bet his mom was no better, or her flower beds".
"Shut it you two. We are not about to go into 13 division and have our first impression be you two biting each other's heads off" said Clarke as she heaved her bag over her shoulders.
Her two friends followed her into the front of the building and they stopped short at the entrance, overwhelmed by the amount of commotion going on around them. There were two people at the front desk, answering phone calls and tip lines, and there appeared to be a slightly intoxicated man standing by the desk demanding to speak to the president.
"Sir, we understand that you are a direct descendant of God himself. But you're in Canada, we don't even have a president. And even if we did, he sure as hell wouldn't be here" said a woman behind the desk. She was tough looking, her hair pulled back into braids and her face looked weary although it was only early in the morning.
The guy next to her was less sympathetic, "Sir, if you don't leave immediately then we're going to have to put you in lock up for public intoxication" he snapped as he went to reach for a ringing telephone.
The girls walked by the strange scene and continued towards the main meeting room which was located in the center of the building. Clarke took in her surroundings, trying to memorise everything about the place. The walls were made mainly of glass; however they were frosted in certain areas making them less see through. Right outside the meeting room was a much larger main room, filled with desks and computers and people milling around. Above that were several offices which she could only assume were designated for those higher up. She noticed the office furthest from the stairwell was larger than most and had the name "Sergeant Jaha" written in frosted letters.
"Yo rookies, enough gawking; assemble in the meeting room in 5 minutes. Which means you have 4 minutes to get changed and check your makeup" snapped someone. Clarke glanced behind her to see the guy from the front desk walking towards them. He was tough looking, almost frighteningly so with his long hair, straight nose and beady eyes, he looked more like a criminal than a cop.
"Back off Murphy. Your face is scaring off the new meat" laughed another officer. This one seemed much kinder, his blue eyes sparkling at the three girls.
"The names Officer Atom, but you can call me Atom." He held out his hand for each of the girls to shake and Clarke noticed Octavia gaping at him only slightly. So much for the new and improved Octavia she thought to herself.
After getting suited up, the three girls took seats up front in the main office, next to two other guys who were clearly rookies as well as they gawked the room in the same way the girls had. One of them was tall and lanky, with shaggy brown hair and large brown eyes. The other was of Asian descent; he was shorter than the first boy but still lean. He had kind eyes and a friendly smile and Clarke knew right away that she could easily befriend the two of them.
"My names Jasper, and this is Monty" whispered the guy with the shaggy hair, he nodded at Clarke and Raven and then his eyes landed on Octavia and Clarke could see the look of love at first sight- typical. Octavia hardly gave him a first glance and Clarke had to chuckle to herself – also typical.
"I'm Clarke, this is Raven and the girl with the puss on her face is Octavia" Clarke whispered, but not without getting a death glare from her best friend. Jasper didn't seem to mind the comment, as he continued to steal glances at Octavia.
More people filed into the room, filling up the three rows of seats and taking up the back wall. After a few minutes, a man and a woman walked in and took up the podium at the front. The man could only be described as tall, dark and incredibly handsome. He was built like a rock; tall, broad and muscular. His face was near perfection, straight nose, incredible jawline and dark brown eyes that you could melt into. Well at least, that Octavia was melting into. God was there anyone she didn't find attractive? Other than Jasper apparently.
"I'm your senior officer Lincoln and this is my second officer Anya. We want to welcome our new rookies to 13 division, although it looks as though most of you got your proper welcome last night at the Governors Inn. Everyone I'd like you to meet officer Raven Reyes, officer Jasper Hale, officer Monty Green, officer Octavia Blake and officer Clarke Griffin " he chuckled.
"Blake, huh? Hopefully this one isn't as much of an ass as the first one we got stuck with" yelled the creepy cop from earlier, Murphy was it? Octavia fashioned him a glare that got him to shut up and she turned back to Clarke mouthing "Still no word from him".
"All jokes aside though, we are incredibly happy to have you as a part of our team. You've done well for yourselves in the academy, but now it's time to prove yourselves out on the field. I can promise you that nothing you learnt in the academy will have prepared you for what you will face on the streets. But as long as you stay focused, stay with your training officer and stick to the status quo- you should make it through the day alive"
Anya stepped forward next and she began to read from a clipboard, "Blake, you'll be with officer Atom today, Reyes you're with officer Monroe, Hale and Green you'll be on the front desks-"
A series of "whaaats" and "come onss" came from the two boys; however they were quickly silenced by a death glare from Anya.
"-And Griffin, you're with me. Everyone meet their training officers out back in ten. Good luck rookies" she finished.
Clarke watched Anya for another minute, deciding whether or not she was most terrifying woman she'd ever met. Of course it would be her luck to get a training officer who appeared to be on a 24 hour period.
"I can't believe I got paired with Atom. I'm afraid the Gods are not in my favour ladies", sighed Octavia as she stared dreamily at Atom.
"Not in your favour? I'd pick him over crazy lady over there any day" whispered Clarke.
The three girls made their way to the squad cars and Clarke's excitement returned at the idea of driving around town in her own squad car. These dreams were of course squashed instantly as Anya stepped into view and barked "Passenger side rookie."
Clarke sighed momentarily, and then her spirits were back up; she'd drive the squad car soon enough; and besides new Clarke was easy going and not at all a control freak who wanted desperately to be the one driving.
As the two officers pulled out of the station, Anya typed in an address on the GPS system. Clarke watched, imagining what life threatening situation they were about to get themselves into when the GPS voice interrupted her train of thought "Turn right, and then take first left to Starbucks on Merrymeeting road".
Before Clarke could stop herself she blurted out "Is there someone holding up the Starbucks? Are they armed? Do they-"
"I want a no whip venti caramel macchiato" said Anya.
Clarke blinked stupidly for a moment and then she furrowed her eyebrows "What?" she demanded, "Were cops, shouldn't we be patrolling the streets and helping people? We can't just sit around in a Starbucks line all day"
"Who said anything about we? This one is on you rookie "said Anya with a chuckle, "The first thing you need to learn, is not to be too eager. This is your first day on the job; regardless of my speech earlier I do actually want you getting back alive"
Clarke blinked in surprise, but got out of the squad car anyways and made her way into the crowded coffee shop. Clarke felt as though she was waiting for hours when a smooth voice interrupted her train of thought, "Don't tell me they've got you doing their coffee runs already. You've been on the clock all of what, 20 minutes?"
Clarke turned around and was surprised to see the mysterious man from the bar last night. She was delighted to see that up close he was just as attractive as he had been from across the bar. His hair was long, which Clarke sometimes found unappealing. However it had quite the opposite affect for him, making him look like he'd just gotten off the set of a romantic comedy. His face was wonderfully symmetrical, with a strong jawline, narrow nose and bright eyes that were boring right into her. He gave her a broad smile and said, "I'm Finn Collins, or detective Collins if you'd like" he added with a wink.
Clarke could feel herself blushing, what would old Clarke do in this situation? Probably tell him to find some new pick up line material.
"You're just starting out at division 13 aren't you?" he asked as he joined her in line.
"Is that your nice way of calling me a rookie?" she asked, laughing.
"Hey, we all had to start somewhere right? I started out as a rookie myself, and now look at me, detective at one of the finest divisions" he said.
Clarke couldn't help but be slightly turned off by his gloating, but then again he was a guy and he was just trying to make a good impression. "You're at division 13? Why didn't I see you around this morning?" she questioned as the line continued to move forward.
"I work for homicide, a lot of our cases stay within our department unless we need help out on the street" he explained.
Clarke had just begun to ask him how he'd gotten promoted when the girl at the front interrupted her, "What can I get for you" she asked with an overly friendly smile. Clarke quickly ordered her drink, as did detective Collins, and they both moved over to the second queue.
"Look, I know you're on duty and everything, but maybe we could grab a coffee some time? Something a little more formal than waiting in line together" he asked. Clarke wasn't sure what to say. It was her first day on the job, was she really going to go on a date with someone she barely knew, not to mention someone that she worked with?
She was sure that in this situation, old Clarke would have said no instantly, and although she wanted to be the new fun-loving Clarke, she also didn't want to mess up her chances at being promoted.
"Why don't we stick to coffee in the break room for now… and see where that takes us?" she asked, hopeful that he wouldn't be hurt by her slight rejection.
He grinned at her, "Hey, like I said, we've all got to start somewhere". With a wink he grabbed his drink and headed out the door.
"Jesus Christ, what were you doing in there, growing the coffee beans yourself?" demanded Anya as Clarke got back into the squad.
"The line was long, and I bumped in to someone" she mentioned, casually of course. She wasn't about to confess her new dating possibility to her boss, but it didn't hurt to see if she knew the name, after all he did work in their division.
"Oh yeah, and who was that?" Anya asked as she sipped on her coffee.
"Detective Collins, he's in our division" said Clarke, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Collins hm? Oh yeah I know him" Anya replied. The look on her face made Clarke want to press for more information, but she decided against it.
Just then the radio buzzed in "We need all units to 45 eaton street. Apartment number 12, we've got a possible homicide. All units in the area please respond." Clarke's heart dropped, they were only 5 blocks from Eaton street which meant they had to respond.
"Copy that, myself and Griffin will go check it out. We'll call for backup if needed" Anya said into the radio. The sirens blared and they picked up speed until they arrived at the apartment complex. Clarke wasn't too familiar with the neighbourhood however she did know it had a bad reputation, mainly drug related.
As soon as they pulled up, a second car drove in next to them. Raven and Monroe got out of the car and Raven gave Clarke an excited but also terrified look.
"Alright rooks, we're going to surround the building, check the exits and get inside to make sure no one is hurt. If we find a body we call ES and secure the building. If you see anyone else around you tell them to stay in their rooms until back up gets here. Then –" BANG BANG.
Clarke jumped and Raven's eyes widened as they heard the gun shots coming from the building. "We need to help them!" Clarke yelled to Anya.
"We need to get in slow Clarke, rushing in might only lead to another body and I'm not having any officers die on my watch" Anya snapped. Clarke couldn't believe they were standing outside while someone could be inside dying. The healer in her wanted to run into the building and find the victim but the officer in her told her to stand down.
"Alright, Reyes and Griffin you two take the back entrance, myself and Monroe will take the front. Radio if you find anything at all, do you hear me?" Anya explained.
Clarke gave a quick nod, held up her gun and began towards the back of the building, Raven was close behind.
"I swear I could kill those assholes at the academy" Raven said as she began imitating their old professors, "the chances of you being involved in a homicide within your first few weeks in very slim. Yeah slim my ass. Try a homicide on your first DAY" she muttered.
"Your ass is slim Raven, you don't need to worry" said Clarke, trying to lighten the mood as she pressed her back against the wall next to the entrance.
She felt the handle quickly and it was a cold as steel. Her and Raven made swift work getting inside and made their way up the stairs motionlessly. There was nothing on the first level, only a few terrified tenants that Clarke and Raven had to warn back into their apartments. It wasn't until they got to the second floor that Clarke saw the blood leading into an open doorway.
"Radio two, we've got a possible wounded…" they rounded the corner "okay a definite wounded here. Pulse is weak but still present, second floor, third door to the left".
"Copy that radio two, we're sending back up and ES is on its way"
Clarke held her hand against the man's chest, trying to stop the bleeding. "Raven, hold his chest here for me, I need to keep checking his pulse"
Suddenly, Anya's voice came over the radio "We have a suspect in sight, male, late twenties, 6"3, tan complexion, black hair, black t-shirt and jeans, seems to be heading towards the fourth level".
"Sounds like my kind of guy" Raven scoffed.
"Shut up Raven, he could be a murderer. I'm going to check upstairs, I thought I heard something. Keep the pressure on his wound." she instructed.
Before Raven could argue, Clarke was already half way up the stair case, moving quickly but silently through the hallways. Getting up to the fourth floor, Clarke checked every apartment, telling the other tenants to keep their doors closed as she checked. After she made it to the end of the hall she sighed and put her gun down, clearly there was no one up here.
"Listen, you need to climb down the emergency ladder, there's no other …" Clarke heard whispers coming from inside one of the doors which she'd thought she had checked because it only led to the main laundry room. She stood outside the door with her gun steady and quickly kicked it open.
Both men were standing by the window. The first man did not match her description at all. He was short, slightly overweight and had a terrible comb over going on with his light brown hair. The second man however; fit it to a tee. He was tall and built, his muscular figure showing quite impressively through his black t-shirt and jeans. He had an olive complexion, and black curly hair that hung slightly in his eyes.
It wasn't until her gaze landed on his face that she was truly surprised, not just by the fact that he was devastatingly handsome- broad jawline, straight and narrow nose, and deep brooding eyes. No, it definitely wasn't his good looks that shocked her; rather it was the fact that he looked strikingly familiar, like she had seen him before.
She quickly shook her head and yelled "Hands up where I can see them!"
The shorter man did as she said; he was clearly terrified at the sight of her gun in his face. The taller man however did not listen, instead he looked her right in the eye and said "Believe me, you don't want to do this"
"Oh yeah? Why's that? So you can get away with murdering that poor guy two floors below us? Put your hands up where I can see them!" she demanded.
Before she could even make a move towards them the taller guy quickly jumped out of the fire escape and began making his way down the ladder, with the shorter guy following him. Clarke yelled after them "Wait! No, you can't do that!" Before she knew it she was heading down the fire escape herself, gasping for breath as she ran after them in the heavy heat of mid-afternoon.
As she rounded a corner she came to an empty street, unsure of where they had gone. She waited behind the wall, hoping that her patience would pay off, and it did.
"Listen you need to get out of here.." came the same demanding voice.
Clarke rounded the back of the building into a small alleyway and found the two men standing there, looking at her like two deers stuck in headlights.
"Now" she huffed, "Put your hands up where I can see them"
The taller man began approaching her slowly, which only made Clarke more determined to keep her gun steady on him.
"I'm telling you you're making a mistake, I'm a cop okay?" the taller man said.
Clarke faltered for a moment. A cop? How could he be a cop? Was this one of those situations they'd talked about in her classes? A diversion maybe? Her thoughts were interrupted when the shorter man looked to his friend with wide eyes.
"You're a cop Jimmy? But, but.. you met my mom." He pleaded, clearly unsure of where his friend was going with this.
Clarke snapped back into focus and rolled her eyes at both men.
"You? A cop? Right. Well if you're a cop then I guess I must be a fairy-tale princess." She snapped.
"Now, up against the fence with your hands behind your backs!"
Both men complied but the taller man continued to pester her. "Alright princess" he sneered, "Have it your way".
Clarke rolled her eyes. Princess? Please? She was anything but a princess. Sure her looks might deceive some people into thinking she was prissy, but she was anything but.
She shoved the two men further into the wired fence and quickly cuffed the shorter one, knowing he wasn't the one she had to deal with.
She reached for her second pair of cuffs and quickly snapped them on the suspect's wrists. "You think this is funny? Well where you're going, you're bound to become somebody's princess soon enough. I wonder who the lucky guy will be?" She mocked.
The man just sighed now, and Clarke took that as his defeat and her victory.
"Radio two, I've got two suspects in custody. Taking them back to squad car four" she spoke into the radio with confidence. Clarke couldn't believe her luck that she had caught a homicide suspect on her first day of work. If that didn't impress Abigail Griffin then she didn't know what would.
Clarke shoved the two men into the back seat of the squad car and watched as the paramedics took the victim into the ambulance.
"Griffin! Where the hell you've been?" demanded Anya, her face lit with fury.
Clarke grinned, "I've got two suspects in the back officer Anya, and one matches the description of the suspect"
Anya looked at her, stupefied, and then sighed "Do you even know how to make an arrest Griffin? What are they under arrest for?"
Clarke stared at her, dumbfounded, "Um, fleeing the scene, possession, plus this one matches our description perfectly"
Anya took a moment to look in the squad car window and a quick look passed over her face before she sighed, "Alright then, lets book em'