Chapter summary: Picks up from the last chapter then there's a slight time jump (two days) with clexa being cute idiots.
A/N: i've had a really long day so i don't really know why i'm updating it now. but its been over a week since the last update so i thought why not. this is probably not the best written chapter and its kinda short, so i'm sorry about that. but clexa's making progress so i hope that makes up for it.
Clarke remained rooted to her spot for a moment before realizing it was her other best friend, Raven. "What the fuck, Raven?" She almost yelled as her heart continued racing. "Yes, by all means, sit on my couch in the dark and not say anything, especially after my morning started out with a dead guy in the backseat of my car." Clarke continued, sounding a little annoyed as she managed to lower her voice. What is it with my friends and ambushing me at my own home? A little warning would've been nice, maybe a phone call or a text before she got here? Is that too much to ask for?
"Wait, that was you?" Raven asked, forgetting for a moment why she was really here. "I saw it on the news but I didn't know it was your car. Oh my god Clarke, are you okay?"
Clarke only nodded as she sat down next to Raven. "What about you? Why are you sitting in my dark apartment this late?"
"Was Octavia here last night?" She asked, feeling her shoulders slump.
"She was," Clarke nodded. "What's going on with you two?" She asked lightly, Raven never responded well to being pushed.
"I don't know." Raven sighed. "Do you know where she is right now? I haven't seen her in a while but at least the last few days, I heard from her at least once but today…it's been radio silence."
"I haven't heard from her all day either, I'm sure she's fine." Clarke tried to reassure her. "She didn't tell me, what's going on with you two?"
"We fought." Raven replied simply.
"About what?" Clarke asked; yes, she was tired but Raven seemed upset and she doesn't really remember the last time she saw her friend upset; correction, she doesn't remember the last time Raven let anyone see her upset.
"I don't even remember!" She exclaimed. "You know how we take things too far, well this time I think it was a bit too much." Raven went silent for a moment. "It was something really stupid, I think it was because she forgot our three year anniversary."
Clarke nodded, "First off, that's not stupid." She paused. "But at the same time, it's not worth messing up what you two have." Clarke waited for her friend to respond but she didn't. "Try talking to her, okay? Octavia isn't going to, you know that, she's too stubborn." Raven shot her a look, "I know you are too, but come on."
"Fine." Raven nodded. "Tomorrow. If I can get a hold of her."
"You'll work it out, you always do." Clarke told her. "It looks bad now but don't worry about it too much."
"How was she when you saw her last night?" She asked. "I'm worried, Clarke."
"She was drunk." Clarke started. "And she was upset. I think she would want you to talk to her because she's not talking to me."
Raven didn't stay too long, she was gone in less than an hour. Clarke was too tired to think about what was really going on with her two best friends so she just decided to bed, hoping she would be able to get at least a couple hours of sleep without nightmares interrupting her. Her cases meant too much to her and Bellamy had told her countless times not to get so invested; it never ends well. But Clarke couldn't help it; she had excused herself for that by now, seeing it as how being invested only made her more determined to close the case and bring the killer to justice.
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Clarke had been wanting to talk to the agent since they had closed the case two days ago…but she wasn't sure if Lexa wanted to; she hadn't heard from her since then. For some reason Clarke hadn't been able to get her off of her mind. There had been a lot of paperwork for the case but she was getting there, hopefully I will be by tonight. Clarke sighed to herself as she continued writing. Bellamy was also buried in paperwork but he was doing better than Clarke considering she was still doing her best to get through the night without being woken up by a nightmare either about the encounter at the warehouse or by the memory of walking up to a dead body in the backseat of her car – the body of someone who was killed because of her. It was getting better though, they weren't nearly as intense as they had been on the nights of the two events but it was still enough to disturb her sleep.
Clarke is not sure what came over her but suddenly she looked up from the paper she was writing in, scanning her eyes over the desk and looking for her phone. Not catching sight of it, she began to shuffle through the papers and files, searching for her phone. It took a good few seconds for Clarke to finally find it under a stack of papers. She swiped her screen, unlocking it before tapping on the contacts icon and scrolling through it, looking for Lexa's. But suddenly, she stopped for a moment, thinking over whether she should text her. Why not?
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It had been two days since they closed the case, Lexa was still having her nightmares but Lincoln was definitely helping. She also hadn't heard from Clarke since then and the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about the blonde was more than a mild inconvenience. Lexa hoped that she had gotten over the case, mostly because she knew how annoying it was waking up in the middle of the night and not having anything to do that might help stop it. She was sitting at her desk right now, still doing paperwork on the last case. The first thing that came to Lexa's mind when someone said serial killer, was paperwork. At least she could go home at a decent hour now and spend some much-wanted time with Lincoln.
Lexa hadn't slept much the past night and she was almost dozing off at her desk when her phone suddenly buzzed. Her head snapped up suddenly, waking her up as her hand shot out to grab it. Anything was better than what she was doing right now. Her heart almost skipped a beat and Lexa felt pathetic about it as she read who the text was from. Clarke.
Detective Griffin
6:09pm
Hey :) I was wondering if you wanted to hang out later after work?
Detective Griffin
6:09pm
Unless you're busy.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly despite her not wanting to. Lexa had thought Clarke had probably forgotten about her by now; it was just one case that lasted only a couple of days. A moment later, she realized she was staring at the screen without replying before deciding to type out a reply.
Lexa Woods
6:11pm
I'm at work now. But I will get off at around 8. Is that okay?
Detective Griffin
6:11pm
Yeah that's great. I'll be done with work at 8 too.
Detective Griffin
6:12pm
…unless I catch a case…
Detective Griffin
6:12pm
But that seems unlikely. It's been a quiet day.
Lexa waited a moment before replying, wanting to ask where Clarke wanted to meet.
Lexa Woods
6:13pm
Where do you want to meet?
Detective Griffin
6:13pm
If you wanna get something to eat, there's a diner a few minutes away from the station, TonDC, we can meet there?
Lexa Woods
6:14pm
Sure. I'll see you then.
"You're smiling…?" Anya said suddenly from her desk across from Lexa's, bringing her back to reality. "Why…?" She sounded genuinely confused.
"I thought it was normal to smile?" Lexa asked her partner, the small hint of smile now gone and replaced by her usual demeanor. "As you keep reminding me."
"Yeah, that's because you never smile." Anya shrugged. "I mean, I don't think I remember the last I saw you smile."
Lexa sighed and rolled her eyes, she was exaggerating, Anya always did when it came to her. Okay maybe she has a point this time… She didn't really have an answer so Lexa only shrugged.
"So who was it?" She asked.
"Cla- Detective Griffin." Lexa replied, quickly correcting herself. "She asked if I wanted to meet up after work."
"Clarke, huh?" Anya crossed her arms over her chest and turned in her swivel chair to look at her partner, transferring all her attention to Lexa. "So what excuse did you give her? Caught a case? Long shift?"
"Umm no," Lexa hesitated, in Anya's defense, that did sound like her. "I said I was done by 8 and we are going to meet up at TonDC diner."
Anya's eyes widened almost comically as her jaw dropped, "You what?"
Lexa only rolled her eyes again.
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Lexa pretended to not notice the look and suggestive smirk Anya gave her as she walked out of the bullpen. The diner wasn't too far away from the bureau either and Lexa did her best to keep her mind off of thinking about Clarke, not wanting to admit how much she was looking forward to seeing the detective again. Lexa's not even sure why, but it was definitely a nice feeling when she had gotten the text from her. The diner was quiet as usual; Lexa had been here more than a few times, they are open late and when she's working a long night, this is one of the very few places that have decent food.
It took no more than a couple of moments to spot Clarke. There weren't too many people there and she was already sitting at a booth by the back. "Hey." She said quietly as she walked up to her.
"Hi," Clarke looked up, lighting up with a smile as she saw the brunette.
"How are you?" Lexa asked, sitting down.
"I'm good," She nodded. "What about you?"
"Alright, I suppose."
She had barely just finished her sentence when Clarke spoke again. "Oh, and how's Lincoln?"
Lexa couldn't help but smile. "He's good. I've been able to spend more time with him since we closed the case."
"God, I'm still drowning in paper work." Clarke groaned and Lexa nodded in agreement. "First word that pops into my mind when someone says serial killer is –"
"Paperwork." Lexa finished the sentence.
The two of them spent over an hour together, mostly just talking about everyday things and Lexa found herself unusually at ease around Clarke. Not only was she smiling – something Anya would find weird on itself – but she was also cracking jokes and actually talking. There was something about Clarke, she always seemed at ease – other than when working – and that definitely had an effect on the person she was talking to. Something led to Lexa asking Clarke about her friend who had texted her at 2 in the morning. She didn't really know why she it mattered to her but Clarke seemed concerned that night so it must've been important. Lexa nodded slowly as Clarke told her it was because her two best friends – who are dating – had been fighting and that it was worse than it had been before but thankfully they made up. A lot of Clarke's questions were about Lincoln and Lexa ended up moving from her seat (across from Clarke) to next to the blonde to show her pictures of the puppy on her phone.
"So I take it you are a dog person?" Lexa assumed as the two of them began to walk out of the diner.
"Cat and dog person." Clarke replied. "I like both." She told her. "What about you? Both or…?"
Lexa shook her head. "Dog person, definitely."
Clarke nodded walking up to their cars which were parked next to each other. "So, will I see you around?"
She waited a moment before nodding slowly. "I would like to think so."
"Good," Clarke said, stepping away towards her car. "You know you can call me, right? Or text?" She asked rhetorically, unlocking her car.
Lexa nodded with a faintest hint of a smile on her face. "I do now."
A/N: i think a few people called it, that it was raven in clarke's apartment. anyways, thanks for reading and leaving comments and kudos. let me know what you thought of this one.