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Sneaking around always seems easier in the movies. The suspense and the trill of hiding, and the sneaking around to get where you wanted to go or whom you want to be with, but in reality it was nothing like that. In the real world, the challenge wasn't just the hiding and sneaking part, but also the whole issue without getting caught because the consequences of being caught would land me my own personal space in a jail cell, courtesy to Bellamy and the rest of the police department. For what reason, you may ask? It's simple, because I'm sticking my nose in police business where it didn't belong and unlike those few times when I was a teenager there is no way in hell I can talk myself out of getting arrested, especially now when the whole police force would join forces to make sure I stayed there until they had a legitimate reason to keep me in jail.
So please for your own sake, Clarke. Don't do anything stupid and more importantly don't get caught.
Easier said than done, but Clarke was known to be a determined individual so there was no force in the world that could stop her from going where she was planning on going. Besides, the assigned coroner on the case Bellamy was working on had at one time been a close friend to her father and she had a good chance that he was willing to provide her with the information she wanted.
So when she entered the morgue she carefully took a oversight of the room, making sure there wasn't anyone else in the morgue who wouldn't be so gracious and would inform Bellamy and the rest of the station of her visit, before she ventured down the hall and found the autopsy room where the coroner and the murder victim was. Clarke stood outside the door for a minute before she sighed heavily and entered the room. The coroner was an elderly man, around his early sixties, with white hair and black glasses. The old man was putting his weight on his left side with the help of a cane and had his back towards her, so he didn't see or hear her enter the room until she said as pleasantly as she could, "Hello, Dr. Harris. Long time no see."
The doctor turned around the instant he heard her voice and was completely and utterly surprised to find her standing there. Clarke was almost afraid he was going to shun her away like everyone else in this town would, but instead he dropped everything in hands and took quick steps towards her before he hugged her like she was his prodigal daughter that had finally returned home.
"Clarke," Dr. Harris muttered quietly into her hair. "You're back. You're finally back."
She felt the tears building up in her eyes, but she managed to keep them under control as she nodded her head. "Yeah, I'm here. I'm home again."
Dr. Harris pulled back to take a closer look at her, like he was trying to measure the physical changes, but when he didn't whatever he was looking for he turned his gaze back on her. "And I'm assuming since you came here to visit me that you're interested in my Jane Doe from the woods?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "You know me too well." Then her gaze was focused on the dead body that was lying on the table. "So tells me, what is our cause of death?"
"That I do, and I still think its such a shame you didn't finish medical school because you could have done this job in your sleep," Dr. Harris chuckled. "But as for your question about how this lovely lady died I can't honestly tell you at this point. I'm waiting on the tox screen to get back to me about whether she was on drugs or anything else, but I can tell you that whatever killed her wasn't something she ingested shortly before she died. But nonetheless she's right now truly a mysterious specimen to study."
So I can exclude the physical cause of deaths like gunshot, stabbing, drowning and suffocation. But that leaves me with several other possibilities on how she died. That's just wonderful…freaking wonderful.
Clarke nodded, quickly deciding not to delve on the matters she had no current answers to, figuring that he would eventually tell her what she needed to know as soon as he knew anything, and instead moved on to the other piece of evidence Bellamy had been so kind to share with her.
"Can you both show and tell me about my name being written on a dead woman's tight?" Her eyes moved back and forth between Dr. Harris and Jane Doe's covered tights. Dr. Harris limped carefully to the table and removed the cloth that was covering the dead woman's lady parts, which Raven would have said it in a sarcastic manner if she had been here to keep her company.
And exactly like Bellamy had told her, even showed her with photos from the autopsy table, her name was written on her right tight. She wasn't sure whether it was her luck that the killer didn't sign her name on the inner side of the tight, which could have meant that the murder was very intimate and personal or cold-hearted, and she honestly didn't know which was worse, but nevertheless it's not a good sign that a killer would sign a victim like she was a painting. It was certainly not a good thing that he or she used her name to do it either, but then again there had to be a reason behind why the killer used her name to sign his 'master piece'.
The question is whether the killer used my name in signing to put the blame on me or to point out that the clues had some kind of clue to someone close to me or to me specifically. Either way, I hate the thought that this murder was connected to me and I can only hope that it's quickly resolved, whether it's by Bellamy and the police force or me didn't matter. Just as long as that bastard that did it gets what he or she deserves.
Don't ask him why he felt instantly drawn to her, but from the moment he made physical contact with Octavia something inside of him started a spark. A spark that continued to grow more and more as he continued to talk to her and drinking in the beautiful sight that was standing in front of him. I definitely want to know more about her…
"I haven't seen you around here before, and trust me when I tell you that I would have noticed someone like you," Octavia said, tilting her head to the left with a proud smirk on her face. If there was one thing he realized almost straight away about her was the fact that she was strong and overall confident woman, definitely not shy in what she wanted, which fascinated him even more.
"I've only just arrived here in town, and the reason for my presence in this town is that working on starting my own art gallery with my friend and business partner," Lincoln replied smoothly, while maintaining his calm and collected personality despite the fact that he wanted nothing more to be fun and open with her. "You know start small and then afterwards start working big."
She smiled. Then they both stared at each other, having a silent conversation mentally between them before Lincoln cleared his throat awkwardly and turned his gaze away. Although he appeared like he was rejecting the interaction, both his mind and heart had a totally different opinion on how to proceed next. Okay, you can do this, Lincoln. You like this girl, so ask her out already. Now is definitely not the time to be all shy and introverted that you usually are.
When he finally reached his decision and gathered up his courage to ask this incredible woman out, Octavia had already made up her own mind and bluntly asked, "Would you like to go out with me? I mean like on a date. I really like you and I would like to get to know you better, but not here at the police station where certain people might talk and tell a certain someone about it and then make this whole thing a lot more embarrassing and frustrating than it has to be."
Lincoln frown confused. Who in the world was she talking about? From the sound of it, it almost sounded like her father was working at the station and wanted to keep this 'budding' relationship quiet. Maybe it was? I don't know, but either way I like her too much to care about the secrecy for now.
Anyways he wasn't about to reject her question, especially since he felt the same about her, so he nodded. "Yes, I would love to go out with you. How about later tonight? Say seven o'clock?"
"Perfect." Octavia pushed the elevator button that indicated down. "Let's meet at Nova's, it's a nice quiet restaurant. You can't miss it."
He smiled shyly and nodded his head assuredly, while making a mental note in his head to ask Clarke where this said restaurant was later because he didn't want to make a mistake or arrive late for his date with his lovely woman. Then the elevator door opened and Octavia stepped in, giving one last smile and winked her hand before the door closed again.
How to proceed from here? Clarke thought as she left the morgue and headed upstairs to meet up with Lincoln. Her thoughts were mainly focused on the case and possible leads she could check out, even though the chances were small that they would prove to be right, but then again it was part of the job and besides she had the time and the patience to go through the case thoroughly anyways. Other than working on opening the gallery and make a few custom paintings, her plans was pretty much empty. It's not like there was anything or anyone keeping her away from doing it.
She was so completely lost in her own thoughts that she didn't realize that she had already reached the right floor. The next thing she didn't realize was that someone was calling out her name, someone she had been wishing never to see or hear from ever again, but as it turns out life was a bitch. So she sighed heavily before she turned around in the direction of where the voice came from and brazed herself for whatever came next.
"You called, Captain Pike?" Her voice was cold and empty, and if anyone around was ever confused about her relationship with the police captain then it became obvious at she glared sternly at the older man with pure anger and bitterness.
Captain Pike was a middle aged African-American of average stature, with a bald head and a short beard to match. However it wasn't his appearance she had a problem with it was rather his personality itself, which reminded Clarke of what an unassuming dictator would be like. She and the captain had never really gotten along in the past, and things didn't exactly get better when she began working cases and was seeing Bellamy, but things between them had gone even further south down to pure hatred when that incident that happened three years ago occurred and consequently made her skip town.
"I was hoping to have a word with you, Ms. Griffin." Pike was staring at her with determination, which clearly signaled that this was not an opinion or a request. No, he was commanding her to have a talk in private and whatever words that was going to be exchanged was anything but good. I wish Lincoln were around to save me from him. Clarke thought desperately, turning her head around the room, hoping that her friend was around to rescue her. Unfortunately he wasn't and she was escorted by force into his office.
When they both were inside he closed the door and sat down in his chair by the desk, meanwhile she sat across from him with her arms folded against her chest and silently wishing that this torture would end before it even began.
"So what do you want, Pike?" Clarke said rudely. "I have things to do and places to be."
Normally she would at least be polite around people she didn't really like or care for, but politeness would be damned if she had to do it with the person who had deliberately done everything in his power to ruin her life, and as much as it pained her to admit it actually managed to do exactly that.
Pike sighed and replied coolly, "I'm sure you do, Ms. Griffin. That is why when I heard you were back in town that I felt the need to have a talk with you and remind you about not sticking your nose where it do not belong, because these tendencies of yours can get someone hurt or worse get someone killed."
How dare he say that and use it against me? Clarke's eyes grew darker by the clear reminder and threat that was hidden in his words, which is why her glare hardened and pretty sure looked like she could kill him with her gaze. "Don't dare threaten me. You may have been able to wreck my life apart, turn everyone here in town against me, and ended coming out as the hero for what happened three years ago. But we both know the truth and if you as much as lay one hand on my loved ones I swear to you that I'll ruin your life, got it?"
Pike appeared unshaken by her threat, something that she expected, but she knew that deep inside he feared her and what she could do. That was one of the main reasons he tried to get rid of her many times before. And only succeeded doing that three years ago, by using her own strength and weakness against her. Her love for Bellamy, her friends and her family, and her will to protect and keep them safe.
Love is my strength, but it is also my weakness.
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