Here's chapter 3! The first few chapters are pretty close to the plot of rookie blue (because it's just so good!) but soon they'll start to veer away from it. I got a request for some Linctavia, so I started them off a little earlier than I had intended. Still doesn't mean it'll be an easy road for them!
Anyways, hope you enjoy. Read and review please :)
As Clarke and Anya rode to the station with their new friends in the back, Clarke couldn't help but get the sneaking suspicion that something was off about the situation. Anya hadn't said a word since getting back into the squad car, and Clarke couldn't seem to figure out if it was because of the two new members in the back or because of something she had done.
"Well here we are" announced Anya as they pulled the car into one of the garages at the back of the station. Clarke shook her head slightly; of course she hadn't done anything wrong. This is what police officers did right? Catch the bad guys?
"Alright rookie, you can take them both back to bookings, get their thumb prints and find out if they're in the system." Anya explained to her as they both got out of the car.
"Really? You want me to take them back?" Clarke asked, slightly astonished that Anya would leave her with such a responsibility, after all this guy was a possible homicide suspect, this wasn't just some case of petty theft.
"Oh yes. You've done your job well officer Griffin. The least I can do is give you the honour of taking these two delinquents out back to-"but Anya was cut off by the sound of the garage door opening again and the sight of two men ducking under the door. Clarke didn't recognise either of them, and they weren't in uniform which meant they were probable detectives like Finn.
"Bellamy Blake! I never thought I'd see the day you'd be back in this hell hole. I thought for sure once you got a taste of life undercover you'd be hooked." Exclaimed one of the men, as he patted the taller suspect on the back. Clearly he had yet to see the hand cuffs fastened around said suspect.
Clarke felt her heart stop as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. The taller man, Bellamy, was giving this new detective the look from hell, trying desperately to convey a message. This however did nothing to stop the man from continuing on his rant.
"You know what, now that you're back in the field you should come back to Thursday poker nights. As fun as it is to take other people's money, taking yours always felt a little bit better" he said with a grin.
All the while Anya had her head in her hands while the shorter, balding man was now looking back and forth between Bellamy and this new detective, a look of realisation dawning on his face.
"So you are a cop? I can't believe you'd do this to me Jimmy, or can I even call you that?" the man demanded, looking like he'd been betrayed by a lover.
Finally, Bellamy started to speak, clearly giving up on trying to save any of his cover that he may have had left.
"What were you thinking Anya? Letting this stupid rookie run around on her own? I could smell her desperation the minute she stepped into the building" Clarke grimaced at the comment. "I've been undercover on this job now for six months and I was so close to getting in with the supplier. Your rookie just royally screwed up and you know who's going to have to talk to Jaha about it" Bellamy snapped, clearly he was displeased.
Before Anya could argue back, Clarke butted into the conversation, desperate to try and salvage her reputation.
"How was I supposed to know you were undercover? I've been on one day. I didn't even know there was a unit undercover" she snapped back at him, trying to put as much force behind her voice as possible.
"In case you've forgotten, princess, I told you I was a fucking cop. What more could I have done?" he snapped back, moving closer to her as to tower over her smaller figure.
Clarke wasn't one to back down from a fight, especially when she knew it wasn't a fair one.
"Of course you would tell me you were a cop. That's what they all say to try and get away!" she growled, crossing her arms and holding her head up to match his stance.
"That's what they all say is it? You've been in the field all of what, 3 hours and you already know what they all say? Reality check princess, this isn't an episode of CSI and it sure as hell isn't the academy. Time to grow up and enter the real world" he snapped back at her with equal force behind his voice.
"Woaahh, okay guys. I'm not quite sure what's going on here, but I think we all need to calm down." said the detective, taking a step between the two officers.
"Don't even start with me Wick. You've been in guns and gangs for 3 years; shouldn't you know an undercover op when you see one? They could have just booked me and I would have been out of here in 24 hours if you hadn't paraded in here and blown what was left of my cover" said Bellamy, turning towards Wick with continued anger.
"Griffin, give me the keys to your cuffs. Clearly officer Blake needs a moment alone so he can stop ripping people's throats out instead of taking responsibility for his own actions." said Anya, as she reached for Clarke's keys and uncuffed Blake's wrists. "Face is Blake; you two should have been long out of there when you heard the gun shots. You should have known that a unit was going to be sent out"
Bellamy rubbed his wrists slightly, probably more from frustration than pain, and then ran a large hand through his dark hair.
"Whatever. Get a leash on our rookie Anya; I'm going to speak to Jaha. This is fucking ridiculous" he snapped before storming into the main building.
"Soooo, not such a great first day?" Clarke asked, looking sheepishly at Anya.
The woman sighed and shook her head, "Honestly, we've had worse".
It wasn't until everyone began to shuffle through the doorway to the main building that a thought occurred to Clarke. Bellamy Blake. His olive complexion, straight nose, dark hair. She now knew why his face has seemed so familiar in the apartment building. It was the same face she had been laughing, crying and fighting with for the past 4 years at the Academy. Only male. Bellamy Blake and Octavia Blake. It all made sense.
But now that she had figured it out, Clarke almost wished that she hadn't.
"Worse? I don't see how it could get much worse than this." She muttered to herself as she followed the parade of officers into the station.
"No, no, no and no" snapped Bellamy Blake, who was now suited up in the full police attire and standing in commanding officer Jaha's office as if he owned the place.
Clarke was standing beside him, making similar retorts but with a little less venom. This was the first time she had met her boss, and although he seemed like a fair man, she didn't want to test his patience and end up in his bad graces.
This thought of course didn't seem to bother Bellamy at all, as he spewed out profanities to Jaha as if he were his best friend rather than his boss.
Jaha sighed heavily but stood his ground. Minutes after getting herself situated in the station, Clarke had been called to Jaha's office and she'd thought for sure that she would be fired on the spot. It was rather the contrary, with Jaha almost finding the situation amusing.
"This new rookie completely blew my cover, six months into my operation. There's got to be some consequences for that" Bellamy had demanded as he'd paced back and forth.
"I wouldn't go telling too many people that if I were you Blake, don't want people to think you've lost your touch" Jaha had replied, a twinkle of mirth in his eye. He'd then cleared his throat, indicating it was time to talk business, and Clarke again saw her career flash before her eyes.
"I think she's got spunk. Enough to take you down on her first day at least. I'm reassigning her to you, I think you'll do each other some good" he'd said with a tone of finality.
This of course was how Clarke had found herself in her current predicament.
"No, no, no and no" Bellamy repeated once more. "I just moved into undercover and away from all of this training bullshit. Now you're throwing me back into all of this? And with her nonetheless?"
"I think she's shown the most initiative out of all of our rookies so far, you're lucky to have her Blake. I won't hear any more complaints about it. I know how you feel about that uniform, do this for me and I'll make sure you're up with Collins and Wick sooner than you think." Said Jaha
Bellamy was quiet for a moment, and Clarke wondered just how badly he wanted to be detective.
She got her answer pretty quickly as Bellamy muttered, "Fine" and made a quick exit from the office without even so much as glancing at her.
"Stick to the phones for the rest of the day Griffin, I think that's enough excitement for one day" said Jaha with a chuckle, and Clarke took that as her cue to leave.
Well isn't this just peachy, she thought to herself. And here she thought things couldn't get worse. Oh how wrong she had been.
"Bellamy?", came a familiar voice, as Bellamy entered the staff room in search of coffee.
Immediately Bellamy felt ten times better as he pulled his younger sister into a big bear hug. After letting her go, he looked down at her with a grin.
"Look at you O, you look like a real cop after all" he joked lightly.
She punched him in the arm for his sarcastic comment, but deep down she was proud. She knew he was happy for her.
"When did you get here? I thought you were undercover on a secret mission? I wondered…" Octavia began rambling on as she usually did and Bellamy couldn't help but laugh at the fact that although she stood in front of him a 23 year old woman, all he saw was his 7 year old sister. She was still the same person, always asking questions, always getting into trouble. Nowadays the trouble was less putting paint on the living room walls and more aligning herself with the wrong guys, something which bothered Bellamy to no end. However, after getting the silent treatment from her for 5 months back in her late teens, he'd learnt the hard way that he needed to let her make her own mistakes. That wasn't to say that if any guy was to make one wrong move he wouldn't hunt them down; but he liked to think that he had become more tolerant.
"Hello? Earth to Bellamy?", Octavia said as she waved her hand in front of his face. Bellamy snapped out of his thoughts and focused back on the conversation.
"Sorry. What were you saying?" he asked.
"I was telling you that I want you to come over for dinner sometime soon. My two roommates, Clarke and Raven, are a part of 13 so naturally you have to learn to love them" she said with a 'you better learn to love them' smile.
"Yeah sure O, whatever you-" he began, but quickly cut off his own sentence as one of the names stuck out to him. "Clarke? As in Griffin?"
"Um, yes. Have you suffered from memory loss Bell? I've told you about her over the phone a million times. You even said she was hot once when I sent you pictures from my birthday last year" she said, looking at him inquisitively. What could the connection be between her brother and Clarke?
Bellamy thought back to the millions of conversations he'd had over the phone with his sister. Many of those conversations, if he recalled correctly, had been one sided in which he had been doing various things around the house while Octavia basically rambled to an open line. Of course those would be the times that she would have talked about anything remotely important.
He then tried to think back to the photos Octavia had sent him from her 23rd birthday, and he could vaguely remember seeing Clarke in most of them. If he remembered correctly, she'd been wearing a red dress, or had it been blue? Regardless, she had definitely looked appealing. This of course was before he had actually met her and gotten to know her charming personality.
"Well? Are you trying to tell me you've met Clarke already?" Octavia questioned, not letting him get away with him outburst about her best friend.
"You could say that. I'm her training officer now, so looks like I'll be spending more time with her than you could have hoped for" he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck and suddenly feeling exhausted.
Octavia squealed and Bellamy could already see her twisted mind planning their wedding vows and their children's names.
"Don't get any ideas O. She might be my rookie now, but we didn't get off to the best start so I wouldn't count on making her a part of the family" he said, hoping that his sister would actually listen to him for once.
"She's already a part of my family Bell, regardless of how you feel about her. Anyways, you know what they say, there's a thin line between love and hate" his sister practically sang the last few words as she patted him on the chest and walked out the door.
"I can't believe the perp was only an 18 year old boy." Clarke said, as the three girls sat on their couch later that evening with a glass of wine in hand.
"Yeah, apparently there was some bad blood between families. It's crazy the things people will do for the ones they love" said Raven.
"I don't know Raven. I can't say I'd know what to do if I was put in that situation with Bellamy, or even with you two for that matter", stated Octavia, taking a big gulp of her wine.
"Speaking of Bellamy" Raven said with a chuckle, "I heard you and him got off to a great start huh princess?"
Clarke rolled her eyes at Raven's imitation of her new nickname, which was fast catching on thanks to Bellamy.
"I swear, he's got to be the most infuriating person I've ever met. No offense O. I have no idea how I'm supposed to work with him" muttered Clarke, feeling as though she could drink an entire bottle of wine instead of just a glass.
"I know he comes off as a bit-"
"Moody? Arrogant? Self-centered?" Clarke interrupted
"I was going to say strong-willed… but believe me he takes care of his own, and once you become a part of his life, he's loyal to the core" said Octavia, beaming with pride.
"Yeah, well I don't intend on becoming a part of his life, outside work at least." , muttered Clarke, reaching for the bottle to refill her glass.
"Well, you might want to start that little mission after this weekend. We're having a party here and we're inviting the staff so he'll definitely be here. Oh and the weekend after that he's coming over for supper, then there's the Academy gala that we're all going to, and after that …" Octavia began to ramble about their social calendar, and it seemed to Clarke that Bellamy Blake was fast becoming a major part of her life.
"Well I can try my best to avoid him outside of work. Even if you do plan to shove him in my face as much as possible. I'm sorry O, I just can't see us getting along from what I've seen so far" Clarke grumbled.
"Hey you know what they say? There's a thin line between love and hate" Octavia sang.
"Opposites attract" Raven chimed in.
"I'm going to bed" muttered Clarke "and I'm taking this with me" she said, snatching the bottle of wine away from her two cackling friends.
She rubbed her forehead, feeling a sudden migraine coming on, which she could only on blame on the thought of spending so much time with Bellamy Blake.
The next day, the three girls arrived at work with clear heads (the office looked so much calmer sans hangover), and they were ready to face whatever the day had to offer.
They hung around the staff room for a few minutes before the morning meeting, and Clarke felt as though she was managing to successfully flirt with detective Collins until she was rudely interrupted.
"Griffin. Get your ass in gear. We don't have time for you and Collins to plan your first date." snapped Bellamy as he entered the staff room with a sour look on his face.
Clarke rolled her eyes. How typical that Bellamy would have such a poor attitude towards Finn. He was probably just jealous that Finn was a detective and he wasn't. How immature.
"Take a chill pill would you Blake? The meeting doesn't start until another 5 minutes" said Finn, lightly punching Bellamy in the arm.
"For someone who works in homicide, I would have thought you'd be a bit more nervous for this morning meeting" said Bellamy.
Clarke looked at him curiously.
"That's right" smirked Bellamy, "Poor guys up in homicide can't seem to crack a case, so they've been forced to resort to working with us lowly street officers" he laughed.
Although Bellamy's tone was light, Clarke could sense that there was something behind his words, something that only Finn would understand.
Finn shifted uncomfortably under Bellamy's stare and turned to speak to Clarke again, "Bellamy's probably right Clarke. I should head up to my office to get my paperwork before the meeting". He gave her arm a quick squeeze, and headed out of the staff room in a rush.
"So princess, you ready to get your tiara crooked? Anya might have gone easy on your yesterday, but that's not exactly my training technique" said Bellamy, his tone was light and teasing, and Clarke found herself staring at him for a moment, shocked that he wasn't snapping at her.
"Number one, I took you down yesterday in case you've forgotten, and number two, stop calling me princess" she argued.
"Oh I haven't forgotten don't worry. It'll take more than one day and a pretty face to make me forgive and forget the fact that you busted my entire operation" he said, grabbing his coffee and motioning for her to following him.
Pretty face? Did that mean he thought she was pretty? Clarke could feel her face heating up and she wasn't even sure why, clearly that comment had been meant as an insult. She felt like slapping herself, but instead she just shook her head slightly, trying to regain focus on the fact that he was an arrogant asshole.
As soon as they entered the meeting room, a series of whoops and cheers erupted from the officers as they took turns shaking Bellamy's hand and patting him on the back. Clarke couldn't believe how well received he was by the other officers. He immediately began bantering with Lincoln and, Miller was it? and she could have sworn she saw the tall, pretty brunette, Harper? looking him up and down and giggling to the girl next to her.
"Alright, alright, calm down. God Blake if I had known you were going to cause an uprising during my meetings I would have told you stay home this morning" spoke Jaha as he strode into the room with his coffee.
"Yeah well, you're wife kicked me out pretty early this morning so I figured if I was getting up anyways I'd find my way work" joked Bellamy. Clarke waited for an uproar of laughter, and when it didn't come she glanced around the room in confusion. Apparently Bellamy didn't get the memo either because he looked equally as confused.
"Happily divorced" said Jaha, as he held up his left hand.
A slightly awkward silence fell over the room and Bellamy bit his lip, "Shit, sorry chief. I guess I've been gone longer than I thought"
"No harm done" said Jaha, "You were obviously making her happier than I was" he chuckled.
With that, everyone seemed to relax slightly as they settled into their seats.
Finn and the rest of the homicide team stood in front of the room with various photos that they began to post to the board at the front. As each picture went up, Clarke felt her heart drop more and more. They were all photos of young girls. And they were all very clearly deceased. Clarke glanced around the room to gauge the reactions, but the rookies seemed to be the only ones affected. Jasper looked as though he might hurl any minute and Monty had his head in his hands. Both Raven and Octavia looked equally as horrified.
As for the rest of the officers, they seemed somewhat unfazed. Some writing notes, some even checking their cell phones. Clarke looked back to the photos and thought for sure the day would never come that she wouldn't find such photos appalling.
She glanced at Bellamy and was surprised to see that his face was also torn, he was clearly trying to stay focused on what Finn was saying, but she could see the grief in his eyes, and it made him strangely human to her.
"… we have four dead and counting. We've started to see a pattern in the victims, early to mid-twenties, blond hair, pretty and from an upper class family" Clarke gulped, knowing all too well that Finn could easily be talking about her up there.
"We're really stuck on this one guys, and we think it's time we opened it up to the public. We're going to need a lot of people manning the tip lines, but we also need some people to head out and question the victims' families again. We need to find some kind of correlation between their activities the days before they were killed." Finn finished.
"Alright, Blake- yes you Octavia, god this is going to get confusing. You and I will be out on patrol. Reyes, you and Miller will be on the tip lines, you'll need to be careful though. As soon as the public finds out there's something going on, they'll assume their dog could be the killer"
"Blake and Griffin, you'll be out of patrol, we've got two families for you to speak to. Hale and Anya you'll be speaking to the other two families and Green you're with Atom" said Lincoln.
"Everybody else, stay to your usual routines but if you see anything out of the ordinary you radio us right away" he finished.
As Clarke got up and ready to leave, she felt someone tug on her arm and turn her around. She looked up to meet Finn's warm brown eyes.
"Look, just be careful out there today. I think you know just as well as I do that it could be you up there on that wall" said Finn as he twirled a piece of her curly blond hair with his finger.
"Collins. She's a big girl, she can take care of herself. And besides, the princess has got me to protect her right Clarke? Go on back to your office with your papers and your photos. We'll do the hard work out on the streets and report back" said Bellamy as he gave a mock salute to Finn with a laugh.
Finn glanced at Clarke again, looking almost more nervous than he had before.
"He's right, I can take care of myself" she said, but not before whispering "But if anyone's going to be my knight in shining armour, you know who I'd pick".
Finn beamed at hearing that and the comment seemed to cheer him up right up. Bellamy however, looked less than pleased as he stormed out of the office. Clarke frowned. Why should he care anyways? She rolled her eyes, marvelled at how difficult it was to understand Bellamy Blake.
"So we're not going to be talking to any of the families?" Octavia questioned, eyeing her training officer as he started up their squad car.
"Not today." He answered, rather abruptly.
Octavia raised her eyebrows, not much of a conversationalist apparently.
"Sooo.." she began "You and my brother seem close"
"Yeah well, I was his training officer once upon a time. Honestly, I'd say he'd have my job if he wasn't so keen on making detective" he said.
"It's funny he's never mentioned you before, and I'm sure I've never seen you around" Octavia was certain that if she had seen him, she would have remembered such a face.
"Yeah well, he's been undercover for half a year so didn't leave much time for long walks on the beach or coffee dates" he said.
Octavia continued to steal glances at the older man. If he had been Bellamy's training officer, then he'd have to be in his early thirties at least. She glanced at his ring finger, silently wondering if he was married, and she felt a strange rush in seeing the finger was indeed naked.
"We're going to revisit some of the crime scenes" he spoke to her, very matter of factly. "Try and see if we can find some evidence that they might have missed"
She nodded, trying to tear her mind away from the thought of him in a tuxe, or in nothing. He was the definition of mature, stoic and professional. And totally unobtainable.
Unfortunately for Octavia, being unobtainable only made him all the more attractive. She mentally slapped herself. 'Get your head in the game girl, he's probably ten years older than you. You probably look like a child to him ', she thought. Little did she know ….
Lincoln had known the moment that Octavia Blake had walked into the meeting room on rookie day that she was going to be a problem.
He'd seen her before, not in person, but in photos at Bellamy's place throughout their years of friendship. He'd always thought she was beautiful, however young, but he'd never breathe a word of it to Bellamy for fear of getting his face pummelled in.
Of course when she'd shown up at their division, looking even more breathtaking in person than she had in photos, he'd known how screwed he was. It was funny that he could hardly know a person, and yet feel in some way protective over her. Maybe it was the fact that he'd heard so many protective brother stories, or maybe it was the fact that she was so alluringly innocent, either way he felt a connection with her.
He had more than felt her checking him out during his speech on that first day, and although it did everything for his ego, it did nothing to help his situation. Even today, he'd purposely paired himself with her; he just wanted to be around her, to get to know her.
She was most certainly too young for him, she'd be better paired with someone like Atom, he was a young, smart and good looking guy and was much better suited for her. Yet at the same time, the thought of them together brought forward confusing emotions. Was it possible to be jealous of a non-existent relationship, with someone you hardly knew? Fuck if he knew.
What he did know, was that he was going to have to learn to try and steer clear of Octavia Blake. But as she continued to bite her lip and steal glances at him from the passenger seat, he began to realise just how difficult that might be.
Bellamy threw the key over to Clarke as they approached the squad car, "You drive" he muttered.
Clarke's eyed widened, "Really? You're actually letting me drive?" she was astonished.
"Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm just feeling lazy this morning" he said.
Clarke climbed into the driver's seat and fastened her seat belt. Once she checked her mirrors, an action which earned her an amused look from Bellamy, she started the car, and backed them out of the parking lot.
Bellamy entered their location into the GPS and Clarke began following the instructions of the monotone voice. They fell into a comfortable silence, until Bellamy interrupted it with, of course, a rude comment.
"You should be careful around Collins princess. He comes across as a free and peace loving guy, but he has a reputation of being a little bit too free" he warned her.
Clarke furrowed her eyebrows at him. Why was Bellamy Blake giving her dating advice? Better yet, why did he even care if she got hurt? Her mind wandered back to Octavia's words from the previous night, "He takes care of his own…. He's loyal to the core". She mentally rolled her eyes. There was no way that what Bellamy was saying was out of genuine concern for her. He was probably just trying to make Finn look bad.
"He's got a reputation for being a little bit too free?" Clarke mocked, "What about you and Harper in the meeting room? You two were basically undressing each other with your eyes in the middle of the meeting."
"Didn't realise you were paying such close attention princess. If I knew any better I'd think you were jealous" he teased.
Clarke rolled her eyes, "Jealous? More like disgusted. She wasn't being very discreet, and it's kind of sad to see that kind of behaviour going on when there are photos of four dead girls on the board" she snapped.
"It still bothers me too" said Bellamy, his tone suddenly soft.
Clarke looked over at him, surprised to see the compassion in his expression.
"I didn't say-"but Bellamy interrupted her.
"You didn't have to. Look its nothing to be ashamed of. We're still human, even if this is what we do for a living" he said.
She sighed, somewhat annoyed that he could read her so well, and somewhat relieved that she wasn't the only one who felt remorse.
"We'll find him Clarke, those girls won't have died for nothing" he said.
They fell back into silence and Clarke took the time to reflect on their strange interaction. He was unlike anyone she'd ever met. One minute he was pompous and arrogant, and next he was compassionate and caring. He was hot and cold, an expression Raven often used to describe her.
She stole a glance at him as he reached for the radio. He had nice hands, she had to admit that. Well really he had nice everything. But he had particularly nice hands. They were very masculine; large, and tanned and rough looking, like he'd worked in construction all his life. His nails were clean cut; he clearly wasn't a nail bitter like her. His fingers were long and careful as they turned the dial of the radio, and for some reason the action sent a chill running through her body. They looked like very capable hands. Just the right size to hold her-
"Princess?" Bellamy said, snapping his fingers in front of her face.
"Clarke?" he asked again, seeming more worried now than before.
She blinked out of her daydream and turned to face him.
"You took a wrong turn" he pointed out dumbly.
"Oh right. I'll just-" she began to glance around to gather her surroundings.
"No big deal. The GPS will reroute us anyways" he interrupted. And so it did, as the lady began to give them an alternate route.
"Where'd go just then?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"No where good" she muttered, however she was sure that by the flush that crept up on the cheeks, there was no way she was fooling him.
What did you think? Bellarke is the best ship ever, I really hope that the writers put them together on the show! I'll try to post the next chapter soon!