I did intend to update this sooner but as I'm making it up as I go along I got kind of stuck. Hope y'all like this chapter!
She wakes up in a bed at headquarters, alone, still wearing last night's dress, but the gun from her thigh is missing. She remembers most of what happened last night, up until Bellamy took her outside, so she has no idea how she got back here, or who drugged her. But for some reason, she's pretty sure it wasn't Bellamy. She sits up just as Maya opens the door to the room.
"Clarke, you're awake!" she says happily. "I'll go and get your mom."
"You really don't have to do that," Clarke cringes. She's pretty sure she's not going to like what her mom has to say. "Can't you get Raven or Harper instead?"
"Abby said to get her as soon as you were awake," Maya says uncertainly.
"Fine," Clarke groans, drawing out the word dramatically before flopping back down on the bed. While Maya is gone Clarke tries to figure out what might have happened and who drugged her and why they drugged her. Possible suspects include Lexa, Bellamy, and whoever Bellamy's working for. Or it could have nothing to do with the mission and it could have been just some random sleazebag who thought she looked like an easy target. Whoever it was clearly hadn't succeeded in whatever they set out to do, because otherwise she's pretty sure she'd be dead or locked up or something equally as horrifying.
Abby walks into the room then, followed by Raven.
"Raven, wait outside," Abby commands, and Raven scowls but steps back outside the door, closing it behind her.
"What happened last night?" Clarke asks, sitting up again as her mother sits on the end of the bed.
"Harper and Indra saved your ass," Abby tells her, looking thoroughly disapproving. "That Blake boy drugged you, and it's lucky they were around to stop him before he did anything to you."
"Are you sure it was him?" Clarke asks uncertainly.
"I don't see who else it could have been," Abby says coldly.
"What about Lexa?" Clarke suggests. "Maybe she-," Clarke tries to theorise but Abby cuts her off.
"That's enough, Clarke," she says. She breathes out a gust of air before continuing. "You're off the case. Indra is taking over. You obviously can't be trusted around this guy."
"But mom!" Clarke protests. "We don't even know if it was him! For all we know his drink was drugged too. He didn't drink any of it."
"Exactly, Clarke," Abby points out. "He didn't drink because he wanted to remain clear headed to carry out whatever sick plot he had in mind for you. I know you think I'm being harsh, but I'm doing this for your own good. He's charming, I get it. But you're smarter than that, and I know you'll see I'm right eventually."
"Where is he now?" Clarke demands to know.
"In long term confinement. He'll stay there until this case is over and we have the necklace back to the Wallaces."
"The Wallaces?" Clarke screws up her nose. "But you heard what Lexa said. It was stolen from her, it doesn't even belong to them."
"But they're the ones paying us," Abby reminds her, standing up to go. "Get some rest, Clarke."
"Am I allowed to see Bellamy?" Clarke asks quickly, before Abby can leave.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," Abby purses her lips. "Especially in that dress." Clarke glances down at her overflowing cleavage, looking up again to see Abby shake her head and leave the room. Clarke glares after her until Raven takes Abby's place in the empty doorway.
"Sorry," Raven shrugs. "I tried to stop her from kicking you off the case."
"You don't think Bellamy drugged me, do you?" Clarke questions, throwing herself out of bed. Get some rest, my ass, she thinks.
"I don't know, Clarke," Raven shrugs, looking her over uncertainly. "It seems likely."
"Well, I don't think he did," Clarke says hotly. "And I'm going to at least have the decency to ask him." She marches past Raven into the hallway.
"Aren't you at least going to get changed first?" Raven calls after her, but changing her clothes is what her mother wants so obviously Clarke doesn't even stop to look in a mirror before she storms down to long term confinement and barges into Bellamy's cell. Bellamy actually looks surprised to see her as he springs off his bed, fucking shirtless of course. Clarke's mouth goes dry and she almost forgets why she's there.
"Did you drug me?" she blurts out.
"What?"
"Did. You. Drug. Me."
"Oh, that's why I'm locked up here," Bellamy huffs, folding his arms and Clarke can see he's getting defensive. She can also see every muscle in his arms and it's somewhat distracting. "I can't believe you would ask me that. You're the only one in this room that has tried to drug someone if I recall correctly."
"Relax, I don't think you drugged me," Clarke assures him.
"You don't?" He softens then, his posture sagging slightly.
"My mom does, and probably everyone else," Clarke shrugs. "But I don't."
"Good to know," Bellamy nods firmly. His eyes drag over her then and she's kind of wishing she had bothered to look in a mirror before she came to see him because she's sure she must look a sight.
"My mom kicked me off the case," she says, mostly to distract herself.
"Why?"
"Why do you think? I got drugged. I got almost no information. I didn't get the necklace. Oh, and not to mention that time you handcuffed me to a bed," Clarke snorts. Bellamy smirks.
"I'm not apologising for that," he tells her smugly.
"Wouldn't expect you to," Clarke rolls her eyes. "But seriously, you have to help me figure out who did drug me and then maybe we can figure out who has the necklace."
"There was a woman," Bellamy tells her seriously.
"Lexa?" Clarke guesses.
"No, not Lexa," Bellamy shakes his head. "She was talking to me when I was buying the drinks."
"The one you were flirting with?" Clarke says dryly, recalling the dark haired woman.
"Jealous?" Bellamy quirks an eyebrow.
"Not the time, Bellamy," Clarke rolls her eyes. "I wonder if we could get any security footage from the club," she muses.
"Well, I can't do anything while I'm locked up here," Bellamy scowls.
"Look, it's better this way. Now if anything else goes wrong they can't blame you and they'll have to look elsewhere. I'll see if I can get Raven to help me," Clarke says and Bellamy nods.
"Come back soon, it's lonely in here," he grins. Clarke rolls her eyes but she's smiling to herself as she leaves his cell.
She gets changed and cleans herself up before she goes to find Raven, and she grimaces when she sees her reflection. Her mascara is smudged all around her eyes and her hair is a mess. No wonder Bellamy was looking at her like she had a third eye. Not that she should care what Bellamy thinks about how she looks, since she's not trying to sleep with him. Not actively trying to sleep with him, anyway.
It doesn't really take much convincing to get Raven to help her, though Raven still doesn't entirely trust Bellamy. But she trusts Clarke, and that's enough. The security footage from the club is easy enough to get a hold of, the sketchy owner sells it to them for a steep price, but Clarke thinks it's worth it. They run through the footage while Abby is busy with another case, and Indra is futilely questioning Bellamy again.
"There," Clarke points to the screen and Raven pauses the video.
"That's the woman?" Raven says thoughtfully. "She's really familiar."
"I'm pretty sure that's the woman Bellamy was talking about," Clarke nods. Raven plays the video again at half speed. Clarke scowls as she watches the woman flirt with Bellamy.
"She's way too old for him," Clarke mutters and Raven just chuckles to herself. They watch as Bellamy turns away for a moment to take his change from the bartender, and sure enough the woman's hand moves over the glasses, so quick it's almost an illusion, but it's definitely there.
"She drugged you," Raven marvels. "Bellamy was telling the truth." She pauses it again and zooms in on the woman's profile.
"I told you," Clarke states. "We have to show my mom so she can let Bellamy go and put me back on the case."
"She's not going to give you the case back," Raven says, shaking her head. "And she's definitely not going to let Bellamy go. You're better off showing it to Indra so she can actually do something with it."
"Like hell am I letting Indra take over my case," Clarke scowls. She likes Indra, and she's good at what she does, but this is Clarke's case. She wants to see it through.
"What are you going to do then?" Raven asks. "You don't even know who this woman is. And your mom won't let you use any equipment or resources."
"Can't you like… run facial recognition or something?" Clarke asks desperately.
"This footage is not exactly great, Clarke. We don't even get a shot of her whole face. There's no way facial recognition is going to pick anything up," Raven tells her.
"You said she looked familiar. Have you seen her before?" Clarke presses. Raven glances at the screen again.
"I'm not sure," she shrugs. Clarke grabs her shoulders and brings her face in close.
"Think," Clarke demands. Raven licks her face.
"Okay, ew," Clarke screws up her nose and pulls away. "Just let me know if you think of it, okay?" Raven rolls her eyes but nods in agreement. Clarke is about to head home, hoping some great plan will come to her if she's in a more comfortable environment, when Maya walks up.
"Clarke, your mom wants to see you," she says before glancing at the computer screen. "Oh hey, I know her," she says and Clarke immediately snaps to attention.
"You do?"
"Yeah. I mean, I don't know her, but when Raven and I were going through the security footage of the Wallaces' place, I'm pretty sure she was there," Maya says. Clarke turns to Raven who is nodding enthusiastically.
"I remember now," she says, turning back to the computer and bringing up the Wallaces' security footage. She quickly fast forwards until she finds what she's looking for.
"And there she is," Raven declares, pausing the video.
"Do you know who she is?" Clarke asks.
"Nope," Raven says and Maya shakes her head.
"Someone will have to talk to the Wallaces again. Meanwhile, my mother calls," Clarke sighs, heading towards her mother's office.
"I told you not to talk to Bellamy," Abby scolds as soon as Clarke shuts the door behind her.
"Are you keeping tabs on me?"
"Well, clearly I need to."
"Let him go, Mom," Clarke sighs. "He didn't drug me. It was some random woman who knows the Wallaces, just go and watch the footage from the club Raven and I just went through."
"I explicitly told you not to work on the case," Abby says sternly. "I'm not letting Bellamy go."
"He hasn't done anything wrong," Clarke whines.
"I don't like the way he looks at you," Abby admits.
"How does he look at me?" Clarke asks curiously, before she can stop herself. Abby looks at her disapprovingly. "You can't keep him locked up just because he looks at me funny." Abby screws up her mouth in thought. Clarke can see her mother knows she's right.
"Someone needs to watch him," she says finally.
"I'll do it," Clarke volunteers. Abby rolls her eyes. "What? I'm not allowed to actually work on the case, I may as well be of some use."
"Do not let him seduce you," Abby warns.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Clarke lies. She knows her mother sees right through her, but Abby doesn't say any more on the matter.
"I'll have Indra look at the security footage," she says. Clarke nods and goes to leave, figuring she's dismissed. "Clarke," Abby calls after her. "I do trust you, you know."
"I know, Mom," Clarke smiles and heads down to long term confinement to set Bellamy free.
He's wearing his shirt this time, much to Clarke's disappointment.
"You're free to go," Clarke tells him with a grin as she opens the door and leans on the doorframe in a way that she hopes seems casual but sexy.
"Seriously? What's the catch?"
Clarke shrugs. "I helped my mom see the error of her ways," she smirks.
"You got changed," Bellamy notes as he walks over to her.
"Yeah, and showered. I am not a fan of the whole deranged panda look," Clarke screws up her nose. She steps out of the doorway and into the hallway so Bellamy can pass.
"Too be honest, I kind of dug it," Bellamy grins. "You looked like you'd just had a night of great sex," he winks and Clarke finds herself blushing.
"Yeah, well you look like you've been in the jungle for a week," she says quickly, hoping he doesn't notice her pink cheeks. "And you smell like it too. Let's get out of here so you can shower."
"I'm sorry, let's?" Bellamy repeats.
"Oh yeah, that's the catch," Clarke tells him. "I have to come with you. You know, to keep an eye on you." The smirk that spreads across Bellamy's face then is positively wicked. Not to mention the dangerous glint in his eye that has Clarke's heart skipping a beat.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," he whispers, sending delightful shivers down Clarke's spine, and she's not quite sure what she's gotten herself into, but she's pretty sure she's going to like it.