CHAPTER 8

After dropping Clarke off, Lexa's about to put her car on reverse and drives back to her place when a knock at the passenger's window catches her attention. Halting her action, the brunette turns only to catch a smiling blonde. She chuckles inwardly before lowering down the side mirror.

"Forgetting something?" Lexa asks, a hint of amusing in her tone. She's still trying to get over the conversation they had over breakfast. There's a hint there that she doesn't want to delve into it, not just yet anyway. Even if Clarke shows interests in her, she still has to sort out whether or not she'd be a good person for the blonde.

"Not really. Just here to remind you to pick me up as soon as you're free." Clarke responds with a hopeful tone.

"I'll give you a call when that happens. No promises." Lexa gently replies, offering the girl a small apologetic smile in which she receives back, except a hopeful smile the blonde is giving.

"If not, text me at least."

Lexa only nods as Clarke leans back, waving the brunette goodbye before she turns to head up to her apartment. Lexa watches the blonde go before she returns her attention to the road and drives back home.

Boots are being kicked off. Jacket being tossed over to the nearest couch. She's just about to take a shower until her phone rings. A low groan escapes her lips. She was hoping that she wouldn't be disturbed today, with the exception of Clarke. The girl truly is amazing at whatever she is doing. The way she pulls Lexa out of the little hole she locks herself up in, truly impresses her. Just for that, she slowly let her walls down whenever Clarke is near. Then again, it's hard to keep it up when the blonde constantly knocking on the walls and silently plead for her to let them down.

"Uncle." Lexa replies as she picks up the phone upon seeing Gustus' on the display.

"Are you free today, Lexa? If not, drop whatever plans you have because there's another assignment."

Lexa sighs. Of course there would be an assignment whenever Gustus calls. The man is all about business and not really his niece's needs. "I don't have any plan." Well, at least it's half the truth.

"Good. Mt Weather Internationals want you to take out another one of the Griffin."

Lexa sighs again. "Who is it this time?"

"The daughter of the man you killed; Clarke Griffin."

Lexa instantly tenses. It's true that she never look into Clarke's background. However, to think that Clarke's last name is GRIFFIN now terrifies her. Not only that, but a sense of massive guilt washes over her. She killed Clarke's father. She's the reason that Clarke is here, and now she's being targeted.

"Lexa?" Prompts Gustus.

She quickly blinks out of her little reverie. "I don't think we should take the job."

"Why?" Comes Gustus' fast and shocked question.

"She's just a girl. What threat can she possibly have?"

"Lexa, you normally don't talk about assignments. Is there something you'd like me to know?" Gustus prods gently.

Once again, a sigh escapes her. "She doesn't deserve to die."

"By your hands?"

"Uncle," exasperation laces her tone now. "I'd kill whoever that wants to harm her, including you. And you know that I am more than capable of taking you out."

Gustus gives a hearty chuckle from the other end. "Fine. I will reject this job but it doesn't mean she's safe front Mt Weather's family, the Wallace."

"I know."

"Do you like this girl?"

Well, this is the first time in quite a while that they actually are having a conversation about Lexa, and not just the niece that kills people for money.

"I don't know."

"And yet you want to protect her."

Oh, she definitely hears the amusement in his voice.

"Uncle, please, I'm trying to sort myself out after Costia. I met her last night and well, that didn't go well."

"Costia is now less of your concern. If she made a ruckus over a pity little job because I WANTED you to carry out, then it's her loss for losing you."

"Maybe we shouldn't have this talk over the phone." Lexa states, hand running through chocolate tresses. A sign that she's getting restless.

"A family reunion, then. It's been such a long time that we have it. I also want to congratulate Lincoln for his marriage. In person." Gustus begins. "And it'd be a first in five years you're home. Don't you miss it?"

"I don't miss the place where my parents are killed in." Lexa states coldly. "And we have yet to catch the culprit, or find out who the culprit is."

Gustus sighs. "We will. These things take time."

"It has been seven years. Even when I moved out at 19, trained to do little jobs until now, and with all the technology and its programs, we still found nothing." Lexa quietly hisses. "Blood must have blood. That is the only reason why I agreed to be in this business with you, Uncle Gustus. After so many years, you'd think we would be able to find just a little bit of information about the murderer, but we got nothing. I'm doing all these jobs to get us the technology we need and what have YOU been doing? Assigning me with more jobs so you can get your share. Meanwhile, I'm waiting for you to tell me the one thing I want the most and you've failed me."

"I haven't." She can hear the frown in Gustus' tone. "I'm still working on it."

"You know, I'm beginning to think that you're behind it if it has taken you this long."

She's fed up. Lexa is truly fed up with the fact that Gustus is not taking her seriously when she talks about revenge. Blood must have blood. And if she has to make him feel uncomfortable or pissed off because of the false accusation, she simply doesn't give a crap. She wants answer and she wants it now. Whatever Gustus is doing, he's only making it worse for himself. She works for him, yes. However, it wouldn't take long for her to exit his company if he couldn't provide her with the one thing she has been waiting for.

"Lexa, I would NEVER kill my own family, let alone my own brother!" A big sigh coming from the man over the phone. "Look, I'll forward anything that you want to know about the case. It's all we've got. I want to get it all done first before telling you but obviously you don't want that."

"Maybe I can follow what you already have and find the culprit." After snapping at Gustus, she takes a deep breath then before exhaling it out. "Sorry. You know how I am with these kinds of things. Don't forward anything to me. I'll come home and look at the stuff myself."

"Alright. I'll see you when you come home."

The phone conversation ends then. She knows what she has to do. The guilt of killing Clarke's father is still there, and growing uncomfortably so. While she wants to get up and leave, she can't. Being around Clarke makes her feel more like herself, more than Costia made her feel. However, now with the guilt, she's sure that she wouldn't be able to feel the same. And leaving without a goodbye is...-well her thing, just not to Clarke.

A/N; Gave myself my own plot twist. This chapter isn't supposed to go like this but it did. I'm in the process of writing up the next one (which is almost done). Thank you smart phones with notes that I can do my own stuff during my free time, and now having to get on the laptop to do it hehe.