Chapter summary: Aftermath of the end of the last chapter. Lexa's worried about Clarke and we see the special guy in Lexa's life. But there is clexa and we get to learn a bit more about Lexa.

A/N: i was meant to work on this chapter earlier this week but school. and so i just finished editing it, which means there might be typos and stuff, so umm sorry about that in advance.

"Clarke, are you okay?" Lexa asked on their drive back after a few minutes of silence. It had been a while since they left the warehouse and Clarke hadn't said a word since. Lexa couldn't really tell why because it wasn't like her to worry about anyone other than Anya, but she was worried about Clarke.

"I'm fine." She muttered absentmindedly, looking out the window.

"Are you sure becaus-?"

"Lexa, I'm fine." Clarke replied quietly, with a small reassuring smile as she turned her head to look at Lexa.

"Okay." Lexa said with a nod, seeing right through her smile before going quiet again. The ride back to the precinct felt longer than it was, neither of them having anything to say.

Walking back into the precinct, Clarke got called into their captain's office and Lexa made a beeline for the room Anya and Detective Blake were already working in. Forensics was still working on the warehouse and the two of them were waiting to hear from them, hoping they find something. Once Bellamy had finished talking, Anya jumped at the first chance to ask Lexa what happened back there. Neither her nor Bellamy knew much of what happened back there and what led to her having to shoot that woman, Dr. Lorelei Tsing, as they had come to learn. Lexa was cleared about the shooting, it was clear as to what happened but she didn't get the chance to explain it to Anya and Detective Blake.

"Thanks for having Clarke's back in there." Bellamy said after Lexa was done telling them. "By the way," He looked down at the file sitting on the table in front of him. "I got the doc's phone records but we're still waiting on the financial records."

"Okay, good." Lexa said with a nod, standing up from her chair and walking over to the murder board. "Did you two find anything at the warehouse?" She asked, the two of them were inside the entire time Lexa was being questioned by her superiors.

"Not really, no." Bellamy replied.

"Other than the usual, nothing." Anya explained. "There was blood on the walls, more than a couple of different spatters; so it's safe to assume all the murders took place there. And a few things that indicate someone was using that place."

"Few things…such as?" Lexa asked.

"A few sets of clothes, water bottles, snacks." Bellamy replied instead of her partner. It was almost amusing how well he and Anya were getting along; definitely not like her and Clarke…but things might be improving for them too.

"That's good." Lexa looked at him. "Can we get DNA from the water bottles?"

Anya nodded. "We're trying to."

"And CSU is combing that warehouse top to bottom, if our killer left any traces behind, they will find it." Bellamy added.

"What do we know about Dr. Tsing?" Lexa asked them, she didn't know anything about her other than her name.

"Not much." Bellamy started.

"She used to work at Mountain Medical Center until two years ago." Anya picked it up.

"What happened two years ago?" Lexa questioned.

Bellamy shrugged as Anya answered, "She disappeared."

"No one knew where she went or why, and no one's heard from her till now." Bellamy added.

"We couldn't find any family so we are going down to the medical center in a minute to ask around." Anya told her. "We were waiting for you and Griffin."

Lexa nodded as she asked, "Do we have anything to go on right now? Maybe something Griffin and I can look into while you and Detective Blake ask around about Tsing?" She was feeling a little impatient because their best lead was their killer's accomplice but she was lying on a cold slab on a morgue because of her. Lexa was also worried about Clarke, she didn't seem alright after the…thing back at the warehouse and although she was trying to seem okay, Lexa could see through her. It wasn't the easiest thing having a knife to your throat and knowing that their killer was still out there was probably bothering Clarke more the just a little. And Lexa knew the only thing that would be of any help to Clarke right now was a lead.

"Not really." Anya replied.

"But I have her phone records here for Griffin to look at." Bellamy added. "Maybe there's a number on here that she called often – could be our killer's." He continued. "Maybe she called the same number our last two vics did."

Lexa nodded with a sigh. "It's a long shot but I guess it's better than nothing." She said to them before walking out, going to get herself some coffee.

Lexa started the coffee machine, a little annoyed by the fact that the pot was empty. She waited patiently for a couple of minutes for the coffee to brew before pouring herself a mug. Looking up from the small window in the break room, she could see Clarke walk into their room, she looked a little angry as she sat down on one of the chairs and Bellamy said something to her – probably about going to Mountain Medical Center to ask about Dr. Tsing – but Clarke didn't reply when him and Anya walked out. Lexa looked back down at the mug in front of her before pulling out another one from the cupboard over her head for Clarke. Caffeine may not be the best thing right now, Lexa thought to herself before deciding on decaf instead and pouring it into Clarke's mug. Milk and sugar, Lexa remembered, a lot.

"I hope it didn't go too bad with your Captain." Lexa said as she walked into the room and noticed Clarke staring blankly at an open file. She set the mug down in front of her and sat down on the table next to Clarke's file.

"I was expecting a lot worse." Clarke said with a shrug before looking at the mug. "Thanks but I think I should lay off the caffeine right now."

"It's decaf." She told her. "What did your captain say?"

"Milk and sugar?" Clarke asked, picking up the mug as Lexa nodded before she took a sip. "I almost got kicked off the case for going in without backup…again." She finally answered. "Technically, I didn't go in there alone but I thought he knew me well enough by now to know that's just something I do." Clarke shook her head slowly and disapprovingly, not wanting to stretch the cut on her neck. She didn't say anything for a moment before asking, "You didn't get in trouble for that, right?" She looked up at Lexa; Clarke didn't mind getting herself into trouble but dragging someone else with her was entirely different.

"No," She shook her head. "My superiors know me well enough by now to know that is just something I do." The corners of her lips tugged upwards and Clarke can swear she was smiling. "You know, you could go home and call it a day. I think you deserve it." Lexa tried.

"Nope," Clarke shook her head, only to stop herself immediately when her neck protested. She sat up straight and looked down at the file, "It's Tsing's phone record." She explained. "I think Blake told you about it."

Lexa nodded. "Did he and Agent Jones go down to Mountain Medical Center?"

"After they meet up with CSU," Clarke replied. "They called saying they found something." She explained, grabbing the pink highlighter from next to the file and uncapping it. "Look," She pointed at a phone number she had just highlighted and Lexa looked down. "It's the same number our last two vics called." Clarke looked up at Lexa with a smile.

"But we still do not know who it belongs to." Lexa reminded.

Clarke sighed, she had heard back from tech after they'd run the number, it came from a burner phone so it couldn't be traced. "No…" She took a sip of her coffee. "But chances are, it's our killer's. He doesn't know his partner is dead, not yet, so there's a chance he might try to call him. Then we could try and get a trace on it." Clarke said with a shrug. "I know it's a long shot, but that's the best we have right now…unless CSU actually found something useful."

"Which is also a long shot?" Lexa asked and Clarke nodded.

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Lexa sighed, finally looking away from the murder board and at her watch only to realize it was past 1am. Anya and Bellamy had left hours ago because there wasn't anything they hadn't gone over already. CSU didn't find anything useful, as Clarke had predicted. They had finished analyzing the spatters on the wall, which gave them nothing more than an estimate of the height of their shooter. Standing up from her seat on the table, Lexa turned around to look at Clarke who had fallen asleep on one of the chairs at the back of the room. There was a file open in front of her but it had been a while since Clarke had looked at it.

"Detective?" Lexa tried, taking a step closer but Clarke only stirred. "Clarke?" She tried again and this time she slowly opened her eyes.

It took her a moment to realize who had woken her up. "What time is it?" Clarke asked, her voice still sleepy and raspy.

"A little past one." Lexa replied. "Let me drive you home." She said with a small nod towards the door.

"I can't go home." She sat up straight. "We're going to have another body tomorrow, I can't be home in bed when that happens." That was only half true; Clarke knew their shooter wouldn't be happy when he found out his partner was dead – although no one knew about that yet, he probably did. And chances are, he would blame the people working on the case, namely the lead detective. No one really knew the FBI had taken over the case; as far as the press was concerned, the NYPD had it handled. Clarke knew it was irrational but she couldn't help but think someone was waiting for her at her apartment.

"Well…" Lexa started, wanting to change her mind. "We have gone over everything there was, there is not we can do now."

"Are you going home?" Clarke asked.

"I don't think I have a choice right now. You can only stare at that board for so long." She shrugged.

"Fine." Clarke sighed, standing up.

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Her place wasn't too far from the precinct, no more than 10 minutes this late at night; turns out, Lexa lives only three blocks away. It was a quiet drive, neither of them having much of anything to say; Clarke was still thinking about what happened earlier today and to her surprise, Lexa seemed almost completely unaffected by it. Lexa couldn't stop herself from glancing over at Clarke every minute of two to make sure she was okay. She hadn't said much throughout the entire day, not since getting back from the warehouse. Lexa understood why, she couldn't get it out of her head either but she did her best not to let it show but the incident probably got to her more than Clarke.

Lexa pulled up in front of Clarke's apartment and watched her get out of the car, "Clarke." She called out through the open window of her car as Clarke began to walk away towards her apartment building. She stopped a few feet away from Lexa's car, turning around to look at her. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" She asked before she could stop herself, not sure why she was suddenly caring so much about the detective…no wait, I know exactly why.

Clarke nodded, giving her a small smile. "Lexa," She finally said. "Thank you…for you know, saving my life." She said lightly. "I owe you one."

"You don't owe me anything." Lexa replied, not realizing that she was smiling. I'm just glad I got you out of there alive. "Good night, detective."

"Good night, agent." She replied with a smile.

Lexa waited until Clarke was inside the building before rolling her window back up and driving away. It only took a couple of minutes before she was parking in front of her apartment building and getting out of her car. Walking down the hallway to her apartment, Lexa unlocked the door and pushed it open to be greeted by the sound of paws scratching against the hardwood floor as they rushed towards her. She closed the door, unable to keep herself from smiling as she knelt down in front of the puppy but wanting to pick him up instead. Three months old, he was getting big, well for a German Shepherd, he was still small. But Lexa had to admit that Lincoln was too big to be scooped up in her arms every time she got home for the night. She brought her face closer to the dog, letting him lick her face for a moment before standing up and walking towards her room with Lincoln trailing close behind.

"Did Nathan stop by to feed you?" Lexa asked the dog as she walked up to the kitchen counter, looking down at the note her neighbor had left, stating that he had stopped by to feed Lincoln and take him out for a walk. Lexa nodded as she read the note, it would've been a lot more difficult having a dog with her job if she didn't have a neighbor like Nathan Miller; he had a soft spot for dogs and was willing to spend a lot of time with the pup since Lexa rescued him two months ago. She walked into her bedroom before pulling out a set of pjs from her drawer and setting them down on the bed. She took off her jacket, setting it down on the chair at the corner of her room before starting to unbutton her shirt, Lexa was still getting used to the dog watching her every move.

Changing into her pjs, Lexa walked back to the living room, not wanting to go to bed right now. Lincoln jumped up on the couch as Lexa sat down and rested his head on her lap. Her hand went up to scratch his head as she relaxed into the couch, "Did you miss me?" she asked the pup. He probably wasn't a puppy anymore but to Lexa all dogs were puppies. "You're probably going to have to stop me from losing it tonight." She sighed, knowing the incident at the warehouse today was going to bring up memories…which would then lead to nightmares. And the only thing keeping her company right now would be her dog.

When Lexa finally went to sleep, Lincoln was in the living room, in his little bed – speaking off, I have to get him a new one, he's getting too big for this one. She wasn't asleep for long before all the memories came flooding back in her sleep. Lexa was back in that warehouse, three years ago, with her girlfriend of the time being held with a knife to her throat as she looked at Lexa pleadingly, asking her to talk the shot. It was almost the same as what happened today, only it ended way worse. Lexa had her gun trained on their killer but she didn't have a clear show. He was shorter than Costia, putting him completely behind her, not giving Lexa anywhere to shoot at that wouldn't hit her.

"Lexa take the shot." Costia said to Lexa, doing her best to keep her voice from breaking as she felt the blade press into her skin.

"I can't, it'll go through you." Lexa replied, her voice lower than it was when she was demanding their killer to let her go.

"He's going to kill me anyways, just take the shot!" She almost yelled as the knife began to cut into her.

"I'm not losing you." The words left her mouth before she could stop herself. But Lexa didn't have a choice but to shoot, only she was a little too late; her gun went of the moment their killer finally decided to slit Costia's throat.

"NO!" Lexa yelled, sitting up straight on her bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her bed. She noticed her t-shirt sticking to her, now drenched in cold sweat. Lexa sat still, trying to calm herself down, telling herself it was just another nightmare, nothing more. She brought her hand up, rubbing her face as her breathing started to calm down. She closed her eyes, recalling the last few moments of the nightmare and realizing for the first time that in the last moment, it wasn't Costia any longer, it was Clarke. She finally stood up, walking over to her chest of drawers on shaky legs before pulling out a clean t-shirt and changing into it. "Lincoln!" Lexa called out once she got back into bed. "Lincoln." She said again, waiting for her dog to come running.

"Hey buddy." She said with a sigh as Lincoln walked into her room. Lexa made a small whistling noise, motioning for the dog to jump up on the bed. Her heart was still racing when he finally lied down next to her, his head resting on her legs over the comforter. Lexa's hand found its way to Lincoln's fur, trying to calm herself down as he felt the dog relax next to her. "I'm okay." She muttered to herself. "Clarke's okay." She reminded herself. Lexa heard the dog whine as he moved up, closer to Lexa. "I'm okay buddy." She said to Lincoln, trying to convince herself. It helped having him next to her for some reason; just knowing that she wasn't completely alone was enough to put her at ease, even if it was just slightly. Lexa turned to lie down on her stomach, Lincoln moving his head and resting it on her back as she pressed her face into the pillow, willing herself to calm down.

A/N: so if dr. tsing is the accomplice, i think it's pretty obvious who the killer is. anyways...let me know what you think.