Chapter summary: Clarke and Lexa are starting to get along. And they finally catch a break with the case. Also something happens. There's quiet a bit of clexa.
A/N: Okay that was vague af "something happens" wow. yeah so there's clexa. there's also a couple of bits with anya and bellamy. I had a really busy week so i didn't have much time to work on this. so if the writing's off, i'm sorry. but i think the "story" is finally starting to move along in terms of clexa (i mean, they are the whole point right?)
"You and your partner…" Anya started as they drove over to the morgue. "Is there something going on or…?"
"Me and Detective Griffin?" Bellamy glanced at the agent sitting next to him before turning his eyes back to the road. "No, no, she's like a sister to me." It didn't take him long to realize that Anya was the friendlier one when it came to her and Lexa; the two of them had gotten along, but it was usually either small talk or about the case, this was the first time Anya asked him something personal. "Why'd you ask? Planning on making a move on her?" Bellamy asked jokingly with a raised eyebrow, eyes still glued to the road.
"No, no, I wasn't asking for me." She replied. "I was thinking for my partner."
Bellamy asked out loud at that, not even trying to stop himself. "They can't stand each other, you have noticed that right?"
"I know." Anya replied with a knowing nod. "I think they would work together." She told him. "It seems to me Griffin is the only one who's not scared off by Agent Woods."
"It takes a lot to scare Clarke off." Bellamy said. "Woods doesn't come off as the…warmest person, let alone someone who bonds with her partner. So why do you wanna set her up with someone?"
"You're not wrong…not entirely." She agreed reluctantly. It's not hard to see that Lexa comes off as rather cold and detached to literally everyone other than Anya so it wasn't a surprise that Bellamy had assumed the same. "Well, let's just say I care about her and I think Detective Griffin would be good for her." Anya decided to let it go at that. "And Lexa's not as bad as you think."
"Oh, I don't." Bellamy replied. "From what I can tell, she's really good at her job." He paused. "It's Clarke…she's not a fan of taking orders…or well working with others."
"I figured."
They went silent after that, Bellamy thinking about what Agent Jones had just said. "I do see your point though," He said after a few seconds and Anya looked at him questioningly. "Clarke and Woods." He explained. "I could see that happening…if they don't like…shoot each other first or something."
"You have a point." Anya said with a small shrug.
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"Did you see this?" Clarke asked as she walked up to Agent Woods and set down two pieces of paper on the table by her.
"What am I looking at?" Lexa asked, slightly taken back by how close Clarke was standing.
"There are our new victims' phone records." She explained. "Look here," Clarke pointed at a phone number printed on one of the pages. "And here." She moved her finger to the other page. "So far, we haven't found anything that links our victims together," She continued. "But the last two seemed to have called the same number only an hour apart."
Lexa raised her eyebrows slightly, "Do we know who the numbers belong to?" She tilted her head slightly from looking down at the table to look up at Clarke, only to find her only a couple of inches away.
Clarke didn't speak for a moment, not sure she could right now with Lexa in such close proximity. She's not really sure what the agent had even asked her because all Clarke could do right now was move her eyes back and forth between Woods' eyes and lips because goddammit woman you may be getting on my nerves but you're hot as hell and your eyes are gorgeous and I really want to know what those lips feel like and I need you to stop because this is all very confusing. Clarke blinked, forcing herself to stop her train of thought, she could feel her breath hitch slightly and what made it worse was the fact that Lexa didn't seem to pull away.
Suddenly Clarke's phone rang from the other end of the table, causing Clarke to almost jump away from Lexa as she made her way towards it. "We don't, but I have someone running the number right now." She finally managed to answer as she picked up the phone and answered.
Lexa cleared her throat, not so much as looking at Clarke as she nodded and turned back around to look the murder board, mentally cursing at herself for letting…that happen. She did her best to calm down her racing heart, This is ridiculous, as she waited patiently till Clarke hung up. "Was that Detective Blake?" Lexa asked the moment she heard Clarke put the phone back down on the table.
Clarke nodded with a huge grin, her eyes lighting up. "So they found traces of this plastic I can't pronounce on the victims' shoes." She told Lexa excitedly and the agent only looked at her, slightly confused. "Apparently it can only be found in three factories in town." Clarke explained, still smiling.
Lexa nodded, her eyes widening slightly as she realized what that meant, "Let's find out where they are."
"I already got the names from Bell…" Clarke sat down on the table, grabbing the laptop that was next to her and opened it before turning it on. Lexa sat down next to her, their bodies almost touching as Clarke typed in the names on three separate tabs. "Aha!" She said triumphantly and Lexa almost jumped at that, giving Clarke another confused look before turning back to the screen. "This one closed down three years ago." She pointed at the name on the laptop screen. "It would be the perfect place for our killer to hide out and…do his killing."
"Let's go." Lexa nodded, standing up and grabbing her jacket. She pulled out her phone, typing out a text to let Anya know where they were going as Clarke scribbled down the address on a Post-It.
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"The plastic panned out." Anya started as she and Bellamy sat in the car, on their way back to the precinct. "One of the factories you told Griffin about is abandoned," She continued. "She and Woods are on their way to check it out now."
"You think they're gonna find something?" Bellamy asked.
"I hope so." She replied. "We could use a break."
Knowing Clarke, she didn't call it in so Bellamy decided that was the best thing to do before heading over to them. He only hoped that Clarke and Lexa didn't piss each other off too much. Their drive back to the station was short and mostly consisted of small talk as well as the two of them hoping to have finally caught a break on the case. And for some reason, Anya seemed to be really invested in trying to set Clarke up with Lexa. Bellamy didn't mind, maybe it would be a good thing for Clarke to be seeing someone like Lexa; he knew it had been a while since she had actually been in a relationship.
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The warehouse was just outside of town so there wasn't much around, hell, Clarke's sure the nearest gas station was at least 10 miles away. Their drive up there was longer than expected and very quiet, but to both Clarke and Lexa's surprise, it didn't feel awkward. Clarke didn't seem to have anything to say the whole way there, but Lexa noticed that she did seem extremely agitated, almost incapable of sitting still and bouncing her leg impatiently.
"Could you please stop doing that?" Lexa finally said after a while, Clarke bouncing her leg was making the coffee mug in the cup holder vibrate.
"Stop what?" She asked innocently, not having noticed what she was doing.
"Could you sit still, we're almost there?" Lexa tried again with a small sigh, doing her best to not sound frustrated.
"Right," She stopped her leg from moving. "Sorry, nervous habit."
They pulled up only a few minutes later, parking a couple of feet away from the warehouse. "Rivers texted me, they're only a few minutes behind us, do you want to wait?" Lexa asked Clarke, she didn't want to but putting herself in the line of fire was one thing but putting another police officer at risk was quite another. She didn't want to walk in there and have something happen to Clarke because they didn't wait for backup.
"Hell no," Clarke replied, unbuckling her seatbelt but stopping suddenly. "Do you?" She asked, realizing that not everyone liked to walk into a place of potential danger without any backup. "We can wait for backup."
"I already have backup." Lexa replied, looking at Clarke. "I didn't come alone."
"Good." Clarke gave her a smile, "Let's go."
Lexa had her hand on her gun the moment they stepped out of the car, Clarke seemed completely at ease, letting the agent know that she wasn't new to running off like this – into dangerous locations without backup. Clarke was the first one to reach the front of the warehouse with Lexa close behind her. It was chained up using a metal chains and a padlock. The padlock looked to be new, newer than the chains holding the door shut anyways. "It looks new." Lexa said to Clarke.
"It is, definitely newer than everything else." Clarke replied. "But we can't get inside."
"I have bolt cutters in my trunk." Lexa replied, almost seriously. "But we don't have a warrant."
"No we don't." Clarke said, walking off to the side of the building with Lexa trailing behind her silently, now having pulled out her gun but pointing it down. "Why do you have bolt cutters?"
Lexa didn't answer as she walked past Clarke to the back of the warehouse. "There's a door." She called out as Clarke walked up to her. "It's open."
Clarke smiled as she finally pulled out her gun, letting Lexa enter before following her inside. It was dark, the two of them barely making out anything that was there. Once their eyes adjusted, it was easier to tell what was where. The two of walked off in separate directions, making sure no one was there. It was mostly empty but there were a few things which suggested someone was using the place. There was also blood spattered on the wall closest to the door they walked in through as well as on the floor and Clarke noticed there were ropes and zip ties. "I think we found our crime scene." She said to Lexa as she walked up to the wall with the blood spattered on it.
Lexa nodded, looking down at a metal tray with bloody tools that had been used to torture their victims. She looked up at Clarke, about to say something when they both heard a noise coming from the direction of the back door. Lexa was about to ask Clarke whether it could have been Bellamy and Anya when someone walked inside. It all happened too fast for Lexa to make sense of, one moment Clarke was standing in front of her, the next someone had her with a knife pressed to her throat.
"Let her go." Lexa called out, her voice commanding as she held up her gun, her grip tight around it.
"Who are you?" The woman asked. "And how did you get in?"
"You left the back door open." Clarke replied casually, rolling her eyes.
Lexa looked at her, slightly confused as to how she was so calm when someone – probably their killer – had a knife to her throat. "Don't make this worse than it already is."
"Who are you?!" She asked again.
"I'm NYPD, she's FBI." Clarke replied matter-of-factly, Lexa's gun still trained on her.
"No possible." She shook her head, tightening her hold on Clarke and pressing the knife harder against her.
"Look," Lexa let one hand go of the gun as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her badge. She held it up for the woman to see, taking the opportunity to take a few steps closer to her and Clarke. "Now, put the gun down, we can work something out."
"I didn't kill all those people." She tried, her voice shaking as she pressed his knife harder still into Clarke's skin.
"No? Then who did?" Lexa asked, her voice loud and clear, echoing off the walls, inching closer to the detective and whoever this woman was.
"My partner and I…" She started, her voice falling. "We have this…thing, but he's the one that does the killing, not me."
"So you're not a killer." Lexa said with a small nod, trying to sound understanding in an attempt to make her let Clarke go. "I don't think you want to start with a cop."
"Goddammit man, take the shot." Clarke called out, finally starting to panic as she felt the blade pressing on her skin. "I think she's willing to start." She said through gritted teeth, feeling the blade finally start to sink into her skin.
"I don't have a clear shot." Lexa said, more quietly this time as she looked at Clarke.
"Well, it looks like she's going to kill me right anyways." Clarke tried to say it lightly but the panic was evident in her eyes. "So I'd rather it was your bullet." She told her.
"Where is your partner?" Lexa went back to their killer's accomplice, hoping to buy some time till Detective Blake and Agent Jones show up.
"Hell if I'm telling you." She replied.
"Woods, take the fucking shot already." Clarke was starting to panic now and Lexa could see why as she noticed the red liquid trickling down her neck.
"She won't." The woman behind her replied. "Can't risk your partner, can right?"
"She's not my partner." Clarke replied, trying to fight her way out of this but it was clear that the woman had her exactly how she wanted, Clarke could barely move. "She hates my guts, so I wouldn't be too sure."
"Clarke." Lexa looked at her questioningly, asking one last time whether she wanted her to take the shot because there was a very good chance it would go through Clarke. She looked at Lexa, mouthing a silent 'shoot' and Lexa had no choice but to. A moment after the shot rang out, their killer's accomplice hit the floor and Clarke took a step away from her before stumbling and falling on the floor. Lexa's not sure what came over her as she put her gun away in a flash and ran up to Clarke.
"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice soft and gently as her hands going to Clarke's arms helping the blonde sit up. Lexa's eyes scanned over the blonde, making sure her bullet hadn't so much as grazed her.
"I'm good, I'm good." Clarke did her best to get out, nodding as she caught her breath. "Hell of a shot." She said after a couple of seconds, managing a smile as she turned her head to look at the woman now bleeding out.
Lexa sighed, shaking her head her hands still on Clarke's arms. "It could've gone through you."
"But it did-" Before she could finish, two pairs of feet rushed into the warehouse through the back door.
"What the hell?" Bellamy said, stopping in his tracks, his gun drawn and Anya only a couple of steps behind him.
Lexa withdrew her hands, "You can put the guns away, there isn't anyone else here." She said to her partner and Bellamy, her voice returning to normal.
"Did you call it in?" Clarke asked Bellamy, bringing up a hand to her throat only to find blood.
"Paramedics are on their way too." He nodded. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Clarke replied as Lexa stood up and held out her hand. She took it, using it to pull herself up on her feet. Clarke could see her partner shake his head at her and walk out, probably calling the precinct to let them know what happened. "Thank you." She said to Lexa once Bellamy and Anya were gone. The agent only nodded, not saying anything as she followed Clarke outside.
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Clarke sat in the back of an ambulance a few minutes later, her neck now patched up. Bellamy had left the moment the paramedics arrived because their captain wasn't too happy with what happened and he decided it would be best to calm him down before Clarke and Lexa got back to the station. Anya had gone with him, wanting to talk to Captain Kane before her partner could make things worse than it already was. Clarke knew by now that Kane's biggest problem with her was that she didn't wait for backup. Well, most times, Clarke didn't even bother calling it in. And technically, this time she did have backup, I had Agent Woods.
"Are you alright, Griffin?" Lexa asked as she walked up to her, leaning against the door at the back of the ambulance.
"Call me Clarke, please." She told her. "And yeah, I'm good…thanks to you." Clarke replied, wanting to nod but stopping herself when the cut on her neck protested. "Thank you for that, by the way. Saved my life in there Woods."
"You can drop the Woods, Lexa's just fine." She said to the blonde.
"Lexa." Clarke repeated, letting the word roll of her tongue. "I like it. Sounds better than Woods." Lexa didn't say anything, only looked down with the smallest hint of a smile. "Wait," Clarke said like something was wrong and Lexa looked up at her. "Did you just…smile?"
Lexa rolled her eyes with a sigh. "I don't smile." She tried.
"No, you don't." Clarke agreed. "But you just did." She smiled at her. "You just smiled at me." She said triumphantly.
She rolled her eyes again. "Do you need a ride home? Your partner took your car."
"A ride, yes." Clarke replied. "But home? No. I need a ride back to the station."
"I really think you should rest after what just happened." Lexa tried as Clarke climbed out and she stepped aside to let Clarke out.
"Not when there's work to do." She walked away in the direction of Lexa's car with the agent only a couple of steps behind.
A/N: i had such a hard time writing bell as a good guy in this chapter after what he did in the last episode. i loved writing brollarke...now idk what to do. anyways, thanks for reading. please let me know how bad this chapter's writing sucked.