Angel of Justice

by jaspersgoggles

26 hours after Jake Griffin is executed for treason, Clarke Griffin becomes America's Most Wanted. Detective Bellamy Blake is put on the hunt, but when he uncovers the secrets that government are hiding, and falls for the brilliant, beautiful, and badass Clarke, rebel alliances will be formed, relationships forged, sacrifices made and the truth will be exposed. (Rebels AU)

11. Chapter 10

/Clarke Griffin/

As Clarke ran from the ally, her heart was pounding in her chest and her head was swarming with thoughts and questions. She was a fugitive, probably one of the most wanted people in the world, but when the detective with the brown curly hair had the chance to take her down he hesitated. Why? Surely they had never met before, but in that one moment, it was almost like he… felt sorry for her?

Clarke had been walking for an hour and a half, all the while thinking about her encounter and why he had let her go, when she found herself in an industrial estate, abandoned and unused from the looks of it. She made her way towards a small, rusty building, with a lock that looked as weak as a stick. One kick and it broke, and Clarke made her way inside.

The building was full of cob-webs and dust, and looked as stable as a house of cards, one blow away from crumbling. However, she was grateful for the cover that it provided. It wasn't until that moment that Clarke realized that Jasper, Monty and Raven were probably wondering where she was, if she'd been caught or worse. Of course, the one thing she hadn't managed to grab in her rush out of the apartment was her phone, so her friends would have to wait until she found a payphone. Without anything to do or anyone to talk to, Clarke found herself with time to process the last few weeks. So much had happened, she kept hoping that she would suddenly wake up from this nightmare, be back in her home with her mother and father, instead of on the run with no one. Well, next to no one. She wasn't quite sure why her new friends had decided to help her, and not turn it in. Surely it would only cause them more trouble, no doubt they were in the middle of an interrogation right now. Whatever their motivations, she was grateful that she had someone to rely on, to trust, at least for now.

It was late, and she was so desperate for sleep that she struggled to keep her eyes open, but it was hard to let go, as after all she was so vulnerable in her sleep. She eventually gave in, and sat with her eyes close and her head against the wall. She hoped that the guy who let her escape wasn't in too much heat from work, immediately after she wondered why she cared, it shouldn't bother her if some FBI agent loses his job because of her. But it did. And she fell asleep thinking that maybe not everybody was against her.