Chapter summary: The team finally catches a break with the case. Clarke gets to meet Lincoln. There's a bit of clexa. And there's a bit more of Octavia but we still don't know what's going on with her and Raven.

A/N: i'm so sorry i haven't updated in over two weeks. i've just been really busy. with school and after the last episode of the 100...i just, didn't have the time to work on this. lexa's death kinda made me write a fix it fic because i need her story to continue. and because of that, i've had less time to work on this one. i'm sorry but thanks for leaving reviews and favoriting/following it, they mean a lot and i hope this chapter's alright.

ps. cage comes up in this chapter and yes i know its Cage Wallace, but i'm going with Wallace Cage because i just think it sounds better and Cage is a better as a last name.

"Get much sleep last night?" Clarke asked Lexa as she walked into the room and set down a paper coffee mug in front her, noticing the agent stifling a yawn.

"No." Lexa replied, picking up the mug and muttering a small thank you before looking up at Clarke. "You?"

"Not really, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened." Clarke sighed, falling silent as she noticed Anya and Bellamy walk inside. He shot her a worried look, much like yesterday when he had tried to ask her about it but she had blown him off. Clarke didn't want to talk about it and she didn't want to worry her partner; as far as he was concerned at the moment, she was fine. "Where were you two?" She asked.

"We have some good news." Bellamy's face changed, a huge smile breaking out on his face. "We were able to trace the phone number."

"No way." Clarke's eyes widened.

"But…" Anya interrupted and her partner sighed, Lexa knew when Anya had bad news. "We didn't get a name."

"Then what did you get?" Lexa asked, looking back and forth between her and Detective Blake.

"A location." Bellamy told them. "Actually two separate locations for some reason." His tone changed, more uncertain this time.

"Two…locations?" Clarke asked hesitantly. "But that's not possible."

"Somehow it is." Anya replied. "But we don't know for sure that this is our killer."

"But we need to look into it." Lexa stated the obvious.

"I sent uniforms to both places, maybe they'll come back with something." Bellamy told them. "In the mean time…" He sat down, opening a new file. "CSU did find traces of DNA at the scene-"

"Did they get a match?" Clarke asked before her partner could say anything.

"No, but if the uniforms find someone, we can compare the DNA." He responded. "It would link the killer to the crim-"

"I know Bel." Clarke interrupted.

"What about the hair that your ME found? Did he get a match for it?" Lexa asked.

"No," Anya shook her head. "And although it didn't match Dr. Tsing's, it was a match to the DNA found at the warehouse."

"So it was the killer's?" Clarke asked and the two of them nodded.

"That's great." Lexa said in response. "So we have physical evidence tying him to the murders."

The day proved to be more productive than the last two. Although the uniforms came up empty, there was video surveillance at both the locations – an apartment and a hotel. They had decided to look into the apartment first because it was more convenient and it paid off. Whoever lived there had been gone for a few days now but he did leave most of his things behind; a lot of clothes, a razor, and a hair brush amongst other things. They ran the hair found on the hair brush against the DNA from the warehouse and it was a match. And after talking to the landlord – who was surprisingly very cooperative – they had a name and face to go with the murders.

Their killer was Wallace Cage; he used to work at Mountain Medical Center and was rumored to have authorized numerous downright inhumane experiments on patients without their consent. But before an investigation could take place, he disappeared. This was about three months before Dr. Tsing fell off the face of the Earth. No one suspected a connection between the two because they were never seen together and they worked on different wings of the hospital so they never so much as crossed paths. Even when they had talked to the late doctor's former colleagues, no one had mentioned Cage.

Now it was just the matter of finding him before he killed again. Lexa suggested there were two possibilities right now, either their killer would lay low for a while or he would go back to killing because he was on the verge of getting caught. The others agreed but it was difficult to predict which. As the day came to an end, there weren't any new bodies, just two exhausted agents and detectives who couldn't get home soon enough.

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"Griffin," Lexa said, bringing her head up from the surveillance video she was watching. "Go home."

"Cage is out there right now, probably planning his next kill, I can't." Clarke shook her head, not so much as looking up from the pictures in front of her. Once they figured out who their killer was, it didn't take too long to find surveillance videos of him; and they were hoping it would help find wherever he was now.

"I know." Lexa nodded. "And I won't be able to sleep knowing that, but there is no point in staying here." She waited a moment, contemplating whether she should ask Clarke. "We can go to my apartment." She said before she could stop herself. "Work there for a while instead, it's probably better than the precinct."

Clarke looked up this time, thinking for a moment before gathering the papers and files in front of her and nodding. "Are you sure?" She stopped. "It's late, you should probably sleep."

"Trust me, that is the last thing I want to do right now." Lexa told her, she knew there would be a repeat of last night so staying awake sounded better than trying to sleep only to wake up a few hours later, soaking in her own sweat.

Clarke drove this time, Anya having taken their car, so Lexa didn't have a choice; the drive was relatively quiet but definitely better than last night. Clarke wasn't as tense and they made a bit of small talk – which was never something Lexa was good at but she felt comfortable enough around Clarke for it to not get awkward.

"I probably should've asked you this sooner…" Lexa remembered as the car pulled up outside her apartment building. "Are you…okay with dogs?" She asked, feeling uncertain.

"I'm great with dogs, why?" Clarke asked, tilting her head slightly in confusion.

That head tilt was cute but Lexa didn't want to admit it when she spoke. "Well…I have a dog." She started. "More of a puppy…" She hesitated when she noticed Clarke's eyes widen.

"And you didn't tell me sooner?" Clarke asked, her voice rising with excitement.

Lexa couldn't help but smile as she nodded before the two of them got out of the car and made their way inside.

"His name is Lincoln." She said to Clarke as they walked up to her door. "And he's a three month old German Shepherd." Lexa continued as she unlocked the door.

Clarke was probably expecting a much larger…and darker dog when Lexa pushed the door open because the white ball of fluff that greeted them caught her by surprise and she couldn't help the "Aww," that left her lips.

"Lincoln," Lexa started, picking up the dog as she closed the door with her back and turned to Clarke. "This is Detective Griffin, say hi."

A grin broke out on Clarke's face as she watched the stone cold and stoic Special Agent Alexandria Woods interact with her dog. "Hi," Clarke cooed at the dog as he watched her with curious eyes and she leaned closer to scratch his head before Lexa set him down again. "He is so cute, oh my god." She turned to look at Lexa, tearing her eyes away from Lincoln as he padded away to the living room. "I'm not going to get any work done now, so thanks." Clarke pretended to be annoyed as she followed the dog into the living room with Lexa right behind her, who couldn't help but smile.

But within a few minutes, Clarke was sucked back into her work as she looked over the photos and read over her notes again. Lincoln had managed to get under the coffee table and Lexa realized he wouldn't be able to do that for much longer, considering how fast he was growing. Clarke seemed comfortable enough around Lexa as well, she had her feet up on the couch and was concentrating hard on the file in her hands. Lexa didn't to admit it but she looked cute, her brows furrowing as she concentrated and tried to find something they may have missed earlier on today.

About a two hours later, the two of them were on their second mug of coffee, Clarke was half lying on the couch with her laptop, going over the videos and Lexa was on the carpet with more paper sprawled out in front of her and Lincoln asleep next to her, not wanting to leave her side and sleep in his bed. Suddenly, Clarke's phone buzzed, startling all of them; Lexa only looked up whereas Clarke practically jumped at the sudden noise and Lincoln's head shot up.

"I am so sorry," Clarke apologized, looking at the dog as she put her phone on silent and Lexa rolled her eyes at how serious the detective was. She unlocked her phone, finding a text from her best friend.

Other Blake

2:03am

CLARKE WHERE ARE YOU?

Clarke

2:03am

Working. Everything ok?

If the text in all-caps was anything to go by, everything was not okay. Octavia never spelled out her 'are's and 'you's, not unless something was wrong.

Other Blake

2:04am

It's 2am. Why r u working?

Before Clarke could reply, another text came through.

Other Blake

2:04am

I need u. Like right now and u're not home.

Clarke

2:05am

I'll be there in a few mins.

Clarke

2:05am

U r at my place right?

Other Blake

2:06am

Yes

Yeah, something was wrong. Clarke realized as she pocketed her phone and began to get up. "Everything okay?" Lexa asked.

"Yeah, yeah." Clarke replied, putting her things in her bag. "My best friend's having a crisis and she's at my place so I have to go." She closed the zipper before grabbing her jacket. "I'm sorry to run out like this." She said to Lexa.

Lexa shook her head. "It's fine. I hope everything is alright." She stood up, following Clarke to the door.

"She can be…overdramatic most times but," Clarke shrugged with a smile. "Don't stay up too late, alright?" She's not sure where that came from but Clarke decided not to think too much about it. "I'll see you tomorrow." She told Lexa before looking down at the sleepy pup standing right behind Lexa. "And I'm sorry I woke you up." She smiled apologetically. "Bye." Clarke said again, this time to both Lexa and Lincoln before she rushed away.

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It didn't take Clarke too long to reach her apartment, her phone going off for the entire length of the drive there with texts she could only assume were from Octavia. Pulling up and walking into her building, Clarke finally looked at her phone, yep, it's all O. Something had to be wrong, Clarke wasn't sure what but all the times her friend had showed up at her place in the middle of the night, she didn't seem as bad as she did right now. From what Clarke could tell from the texts, Octavia was more than just a little upset and she had a feeling it had something to do with Raven.

"O?" Clarke called out, walking into her dark apartment. Her best friend had a key so if she was here, she wouldn't have to wait outside. "Are you here?" She asked, slightly confused as she turned the lights on and closed the door behind her before making her way to the living room.

"Turn it off." Came her friend's voice, her words slurring.

"Oh boy." Clarke sighed, sitting down on the couch by her friend who was still trying to adjust to the light. "Are you drunk?"

"No." She lied.

Clarke shook her head, standing up and walking to the kitchen to get Octavia a glass of water. She came back only a moment later and handed it to her friend. "What's going on?"

"Where were you, it's two in the morning?" Octavia replied with a question.

"I asked you something." Clarke replied more sternly this time, something was clearly going on.

"Raven." Her friend replied reluctatly.

"You two still fighting?" She asked.

"Yes." Octavia sighed. "And I don't think we can come back from this one."

"Wait, no, you two always make up. What happened?" Clarke asked, clearly surprised, Octavia sounded like she had already given up.

She remained silent for a couple of seconds, Clarke almost thinking she hadn't heard her. "I said some things I shouldn't have…"

Knowing how her other best friend could be, Raven probably had too so Clarke didn't see why it was such a big deal this time. When you have two people like Raven and Octavia, two passionate individuals who are never willing to back down in a relationship with each other, things like this happen more often than you'd think. That's also what makes them so good for each other. "How bad was it?"

"It was…bad, Clarke. She's not gonna let me off the hook for this one." Octavia continued.

Clarke put her arm around her friend, yeah she was a mess right now and talking her while drunk wasn't the best thing to do; well, Clarke didn't really know what had actually happened. She looked around the room, not really sure what she was looking for when her eyes landed on the bike helmet on the coffee table. "Wait, did you drive here?" She asked a bit too loudly, causing Octavia to flinch.

"God no. I drove to the bar but I took a cab here." She explained. "I may be stupid, but I'm not that stupid."

"Okay," Clarke let out a sigh of relief as she nodded. "Now come on, let's get you to bed." She stood up, holding out a hand for Octavia who didn't move. "You can tell me what happened in the morning. When you're sober."

"I'm not drunk." She tried again and Clarke shot her an unimpressed look. "Fine, I'm not sober either." Octavia resigned. "I'll sleep on the couch. I'm too tired to move."

"Are you sure?" Her voice softened and Octavia nodded. "Okay." Clarke muttered with a nod as she made her way to the light switch and turned it off before walking away to her bedroom.

"You didn't answer me." Octavia called out and Clarke stopped. "Where were you?"

"Told you, working." She replied.

"You work at home when it's this late." Her friend retorted.

"Get some sleep, O." Clarke rolled her eyes. "And if you change your mind, you can come to my bed."

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Clarke woke up the next morning to find Octavia sound asleep next to her. She's still not sure what happened between her two best friends but she needed to find out. Octavia could hold her liquor and it took a lot to get her drunk so Clarke was worried when she came home to her actually drunk. Note to self, call Raven. She wasn't getting much out of Octavia, maybe Raven would help figure out what was actually going on with the two of them.

Getting herself out of bed, Clarke was careful not to wake up her friend as she made her way to the shower. She couldn't let herself stay in there too long, knowing she needed to get to work soon. But the five minutes in the hot shower was enough to help clear her mind before she changed and went into the kitchen. Switching the coffee machine on, Clarke opened her cupboard, pulling out a travel mug for the coffee and set it down on the counter. She decided to leave a note for Octavia, letting her know she had gone to work just as the coffee finished brewing and she poured it into her mug, making sure there was enough left in the pot for her friend. Once the lid was closed, Clarke pulled on her jacket, picked up her keys and walked out the front door, closing it softly behind her.

Clarke walked out of her building, typing out a text to Raven asking her to call her later on today. Octavia seemed to be a mess about it and Clarke didn't like seeing her like this. And she wanted to make sure Raven was okay too. She was tough, but she cared about Octavia too much; so whatever happened between them was probably as hard on her as it was on Octavia. She put her phone away as the text went through and Clarke walked up to her car only to notice that there was someone sitting inside. Cautiously, she stepped closer but the person inside didn't seem to notice her, if anything, he was asleep. Clarke continued to walk closer, reaching out to knock on the window when she suddenly stopped. Pulling her hand away in an instant, she stepped back when she noticed the blood spatter on the back windshield.

"Oh my god." She gasped, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. Clarke knew better than to scream, she worked with dead bodies everyday but it felt different when there was one in the backseat of your car. She did her best to calm herself down as she reached into her pocket with shaky hands for her phone to call it in.

A/N: uh oh, well Clarke's definitely not thrilled about this. [also, i drafted this chapter before 305 so bellamy is a good guy here but its so hard to write him like that because i hate him with a burning passion rn]