A/N: I hope everyone remember's John is Murphy's first name.

It was four thirty meaning three and a half hours until her 'date' with Bellamy. She wasn't worried in the slightest, barely bothering about spending hours and hours getting ready. She had taken the curtsey to have a bath and curl her hair, but really she put no effort in to her look much. She had put on a bit of makeup and was wearing a tight fitting black dress that stopped an inch before her knees, but she enjoyed getting all dressed up. It was the one thing that made her feel normal, like she could go out and have a fantastic night without remembering people wanted to kill her.

It was when six hit that Bellamy began to pace around his office inside the North council's building. Lincoln watched him in amusement as he went through the notes one of his colleagues, John, had taken from across the room whilst Clarke and Bellamy talked in the coffee shop.

"Okay, Bellamy, calm down."

"She got so close, okay! She's freaking out just as much as me probably. What if she figures it out? What if I slip up and I ruin everything and she pulls out that knife or whatever I know she keeps in her bag and slashes my throat?"

Lincoln couldn't understand why Bellamy was so disoriented when it comes to this client. She's the governors daughter, yes, but she wasn't the queen or princess of England and her father was no where near close to being the president. Sure, he'd be locked up for his crimes but with a boss like Lincoln, he wouldn't be for long.

"You need to stop being so paranoid, seriously it's just like any other job. The whole company has your back whatever happens. Call me if there are any issues. I'll send men the first sign of danger."

"Right, well what do I wear? I don't know what this chick likes in a man. She literally said if she's dissatisfied once we're never seeing each other again."

"Well then, it's your job to make sure she is satisfied at all times. According to her file her past boyfriends have been dark, tall and handsome. Well, I guess you're tall and dark," the man joked earning a scoff from Bellamy.

"I'm handsome! Okay, I have had my fair share of women. Who have you had? Hm?"

"Besides your sister?" He smirked, turning the page of Clarke's file.

"I'm leaving. Good bye."

"Good luck."

"Screw you."

Lincoln chuckled as Bellamy exited the establishment, holding on to his army knife that he tucked into his belt before closing the door behind him. When he stepped oxide he took a deep breath, letting the cool air hit his face. He was beginning to calm down. He knew this was just like any other job, sure with more on the line but at the end of all of this he would be 50 grand richer and he could move away and start working with the business far far away from this shit hole of a town.

Six o'clock was when the pair began to really pick up their game. Clarke put on her clothes and a pair of 5 inch heels which still wouldn't make her any closer to being Bellamy's height which was much over six foot compared to her measly five foot seven. She had inadvertently wore the most flesh showing dress she had owned and she secretly hoped that he would ogle her; looking up and down her legs and letting his eyes linger on her breasts. She relished in the thought of someone who wasn't Finn, enjoying her body. She knew he was lying about the bet but she was flattered he wanted to take her out and even if it goes nowhere at least she could tell people she went out with a charming, handsome young man.

Seven o'clock, time to leave. Bellamy was wearing a pair of black pants and a white shirt with a messy tie and matching blazer. He knew he was attractive and with his slicked back hair and tight jaw line, he made the women swoon with one word. He was oddly seduced by it being a challenge with Clarke.

Clare's black dress was pulled tightly against her curves, her chest pushed up and enunciated by the wonder bra she was wearing. After getting into the taxi that was taking her to her location, she ruffled through her bag, hiding her gun within her makeup and hid a few of her fake I.D's and passports in her purse before placing the bag beside her, letting her butterflies subside as she sunk into the seat.

Bellamy was sitting at a tale that Lincoln had reserved for him a few nights before. He wasn't nervous about the date, he was nervous about slipping up and getting murdered in the middle of a restaurant. Nervous was an understatement. He saw the door open to his right and in walked the devil with her tight dress and strapless heels. She was utterly gorgeous and if the fabric covering her body was one layer thinner, he wouldn't be able to last this whole dinner without letting loose.

Her gaze met his and they both exchanged smirks before she strode over and Bellamy stood up to pull out her chair for her which earned him a wave of her hand as she sat without his assistance.

"Suit yourself," he chuckled, sitting back down and looking her up and down, gaining an even bigger smirk from the blonde. "Nice dress."

"Really? This old thing? Gosh, I've had this for years, it was just lying around in my closet," she replied smoothly, not dropping the cocky look she held on her face.

loo continued to look at her before ushering to the man across the room calling, "waiter! We're ready to order our beverages."

"Great, what can I get you? Would you like any wine, our specialty is cheaper this week."

"And what is this specialty?"

"Elderberry this week, madam."

Clarke raised her eyebrows as if to ask for permission. She was going to make him pay for the meal after all. He wouldn't have it any other way.
"We'll have a bottle of that and your finest rosé wine."

The waiter creased his eyebrows together.

"Sir, both will be over $100 together."

Bellamy pulled his gaze away from Clarke to look up at the man. "Then I suggest you hurry up before I change my mind."

The man gulped before replying, "yes sir," and scurrying off.

"Do you throw money away every day of the week?"

"When you got it to throw, why not?"

She smirked, relaxing into her seat as she picked up her menu.

"I suggest a skinny thing like you wants a salad?"

She rolled her eyes and put down the menu as the waiter returned. "I'd like the aromatic duck and pancakes with seaweed and a side of egg rolls. As a starter, of course. For main I'd like spaghetti carbonara with extra ham. I'd also like the garlic bread to go with it and for dessert I'll have the chocolate fudge sundae with chocolate fudge cake."

The waiter gaped, looking her up and down as he wondered where she would pack the extra calories. Clarke looked back up at Bellamy.

"Oh, and for the main... Salad on the side."

"Okay... Um, you sir?"

God, if this was a match on who could smirk the most there was definitely not a clear winner. "I'll have the same."