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My spidy-senses as Octavia annoyingly liked to call it, with a clear reference to Spiderman, was tingling with worry and dread that something was wrong. Don't ask me how I know, because honestly I don't know exactly, but I assume that my spidy-senses became apparent due to having to take care and raise my little sister, who by the way was known to cause trouble wherever she went, and it have only continued to grow stronger as we both grew older.

Besides Octavia, my spidy-senses seemed to be constantly wired and focused on Clarke as well, even back when we first disliked each other. And that alone is enough to get worried about it since my dear little Princess was just as troublesome as Octavia, almost partners-in-crime no pun intended, hence it brought me great concern that my spidy-senses kicked in when I came out of the elevator after I've been outside talking with few of the locals about the murder. And those senses only got worse when I saw Clarke and Captain Pike alone in his office, with Clarke looking like she was moments from murdering the man.

"Oh…no," Bellamy mumbled, almost in panic as he took quick strides to the office and opened the door. Both Pike and Clarke turned with their gaze focused instantly on him, but he didn't care about that at the moment. The only thing that was on his mind right now was getting Clarke out of there, hopefully without him having to put handcuffs on her or escort her to a jail cell.

"Detective Blake? Is there something you wanted since you barged into my office?" Pike stated with the same politeness and authority that brought would normally have brought shivers up his spine, only it didn't happen right now. He had never been the one for authority despite his occupation, but he held some regard for the captain and really didn't want to cause any more trouble than his usual endeavors. Unfortunately Clarke didn't share the sentiment towards him like he did, hence why he was here to prevent a huge altercation.

Bellamy shook his head. "No, sir." Then his gaze was focused right on the princess, with an angry glare apparent on his face. "However I believe Ms. Griffin has extended her purpose for visiting the station and it's time for her to leave, don't you agree?"

Clarke didn't waste time making a disagreeable sound and was about to say something that he could only assume as insulting and exasperating, but he wasn't going to let her say another word. Instead he walked up to her and in one simultaneous movement grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Hey!" Clarke exclaimed behind him. "Let me down!"

Not a chance, darling. I'm not going to let you walk away from me again, at least not until I've gotten my answers. Bellamy thought to himself. He gave another poor excuse before he and a terribly exasperated Clarke left the office, who by the way most certainly wasn't being quiet about her opinion on his treatment of her. She argued, swore and hitting her hands hard on his back several times in order for him to stop and let her down. People around was staring at them with huge and confusing eyes, but he chose to ignore them as he walked down the hall and pressed the elevator button and waited for a couple of moments until the elevator showed up.

When the elevator doors opened he and Clarke entered the empty compartment, waited until the doors closed and was slowly going down, before Bellamy pushed the elevator to stop. The elevator stopped and shook hard for a moment then it was calm once again. However he paid no attention to that as he dropped her exactly like a sack of potatoes on the floor, which she groaned in pain over falling on her ass. Once she got over the initial pain, she looked up at him with a glare. She exclaimed angrily, "What the hell was that for?"

He shrugged his shoulders and then leaned his back against the wall, with his arms folded against his chest. "I'm sorry? I wasn't aware you wanted the royal treatment."

She scoffed, got up on her feet and shortened the distance between them, but remained a couple of feet away. Obviously she didn't want more personal contact with him than necessary, which was fine by him, but he had unanswered questions to ask and answers to receive from his former paramour.

"Don't be condescending," Clarke snarled, throwing her head back. "Why the hell did you interfere with back there? You have no reason to rescue me anymore, not that I'm worth rescuing anyways, but never mind that you were pretty clear that you wanted nothing to do with me."

Ignoring the comment about not worth of being rescued, knowing fully well that talking about that was going to open a whole other can of worms, instead went on the second part of her statement. "And who's fault was that I want nothing to do with you, huh? You left me, you left everyone."

Clarke looked completely shattered by his accusation, which a part inside of him was feeling ashamed and guilty over causing her such pain, but he forced that part away and simply waited for the explanation and apology for her actions. Not that it was going to smooth things between us. That skip has sailed a long time ago.

Her eyes were dilated with tears on the brick of escaping. "I-I…you didn't need me anymore, especially after what I've done. So I knew I could leave, because they had you and that you would keep them all together in my absence."

Bellamy stared at her, completely shocked over her immense faith in him despite everything, but also incredibly hurt that she left him to pick up the pieces and had barely managed to do a good job regarding her mom and her friends.

"Right," His voice was icily, barely containing the anger and resentment that has been building up the last few years towards her. "While we're on the topic, are you going to tell me what went down that made you decide to keep information about the dangers at Mount Weather Operation Center that could have prevented the massacre from happening?"

Mount Weather Operation Center had once been the only US military base and research facility located in Washington, more specifically located around the Arkadia area. It had been a highly secured facility, where locals and outsiders were prohibited from being near or enter the place. Clarke had in the nicest and honest way, trespassed inside due to a request from a friend who had been working there to check out the place and expose the wrongdoings that was happening on the inside. However due to someone's interference her plan was stopped, with a deadly threat that she couldn't risk taking in case they were going to go through with it, so she didn't say anything and instead all the people inside the facility was killed from the radioactive gasses. Leaving her with this incredible guilt and pain over how her actions had caused the death of so many innocent people.

However she didn't tell Bellamy that when he asked. She couldn't or rather she wouldn't tell him, not if it meant putting his and everyone else's life on the line, so she kept her mouth shut and hoped that he would drop the conversation topic all together. Unfortunately Bellamy was one stubborn son of a…you know, and he wasn't going to let it drop until he got the answers that he wanted. Like that was going to happen.

Bellamy still had his arms folded, but his fingers were tapping impatiently for her to answer his question. "So what's your defense?"

She closed her eyes and sighed heavily, reminding herself over and over not to lose her determination to keep her secrets secret. "Nothing that I want to discuss with you or anyone else, not now or ever if I've a say in the matter."

"Clarke!" Bellamy exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "Tell me the truth! For once in your life just be honest with me about what the hell is going on with you."

I can't. Clarke thought sadly. I want to tell you, but I don't want to lose you. Losing you is a pain I'm not sure I would be able to bear if you learned the truth and was killed because of it. She shook her head dejected. "I'm sorry, Bellamy." Tears streamed down her face. "I'm really sorry, Bellamy."

Her words were honest and sincere, from the bottom of her heart, but they weren't enough for him. Not that she expected that they would, but Bellamy just went quiet and refused to say anything else to her. He pushed the elevator to start again, indicating that this conversation was officially done, just as he was probably done with her.

That's what she thought until Bellamy finally broke his silence, but kept the icy tone that kept on breaking her heart over and over. "I guess that you lied to me about stopping being a PI again, because you clearly wasn't here to see me or Pike."

"No, I've never lied to you, Bellamy." Clarke answered, keeping her gaze on the elevator door. I have only withhold the truth and bending it as far as I could without plainly lie up your face. The elevator stopped shortly after that and the doors opened. "I just decided that I'm not going to hide or deny who I really am and what I do, no matter what everyone else's thinks. But you're right about one thing. I wasn't here to see you or Pike. If you wonder what my real intention for my visit was then figure it out yourself, detective."

Then she left the station, heading towards the gallery to start working on the job she was supposed to do.

Lincoln entered the gallery to find it sparkling clean, with brown boxes everywhere around the floor. He knew that Clarke would head here once she was done at the coroner's office, but he hadn't expected her to get a head start on work, especially when she seemed preoccupied with this murder case that intrigued her.

"Clarke?" Lincoln called out, searching the floor looking for his blond-haired friend. "Where are you?"

First the only response he received was silence, but then he heard a quiet confirming noise coming from the studio upstairs. So he followed it and found the appearance to the second floor similar to the first floor, with the only exception that Clarke was sitting on the floor drawing in her sketchbook with her back against the wall. She looked up from her sketchbook once she heard his feet stop moving, and smiled softly at him even though the smile didn't fully reach her eyes. "I talked to the movers. They told me that the furniture and the rest of our stuff should be arriving here some time tomorrow. I also talked to those who have already custom ordered and reassured them that we're going to work on it their pieces shortly."

"Seems like you have been busy." Lincoln commented lightly, crossing his arms. "I've talked to the police about releasing the car from impound and assured to get the car to a garage to fix it up. But never mind that for now. Dare I ask why you have been so busy these last few hours?" Although I've a feeling it has something to do with that detective that you desperately tries to avoid.

"Nope." Clarke shot down until she tilted her head in a curious manner, with a smirk slowly appearing on her face. "But I might have to ask why you seem awfully chipper, did you meet someone?"

Lincoln tried to remain stoic and expressionless, but Clarke already figured out the answer and was grinning like a cat with full expectations to get an explanation. He wasn't sure whether to be impressed or scared how easily she could read him. How does she do that?

"Yes, I did." He finally gave in and sighed defeated. "I'm seeing her tonight at Nova's."

Clarke nodded. "Nice place, you must really like this girl if you suggested that nice and romantic place."

"She suggested it." Lincoln replied quickly before he took a few steps closer to her.

Clarke tried to cover her mouth from chuckling, but it was no use since she had already laughed and was unable to stop it once it started. "Whatever you say, lover-boy. So tell me, who is this girl that has managed to sweep you off your feet? Who knows maybe I know her, most likely I do seeing as I grew up here and pretty much know everybody who lives here."

Clarke might have a point. I rather come prepared than finding out later that my instincts were wrong and Octavia turns out to one of the many crazy women I've gone out with, although I'm certain I'm not wrong about her.

Lincoln sighed, thinking about the brunette he met at the station. "Octavia. Her name is Octavia."

As soon as the name left his mouth, Clarke froze and her expression fell into shock. Her reaction was enough to make him regret even saying it in the first place, but before he had the chance she instantly got up on her feet and began searching in her jacket pockets for something. Her wallet appeared shortly afterwards from her inside her jacket and she pulled out a tiny photograph and handed it over to him. "Is that her?"

The photo showed a young teenage Clarke, grinning happily, together with another teenager although the other girl was a brunette, who was smiling just as happily as Clarke was. It was clear that these two girls were good friends, hence why he looked confused between the picture and Clarke. "That's her…wait you know each other? Were you guys friends or something?"

Clarke nodded, with wet eyes, and took the picture back and tucked it back in her wallet. "She was once one of my closest friends, in fact she used to be my partner in crime during my PI period, but we're not friends anymore. After that mess I made three years ago she told me that our friendship was done and she wanted nothing more to do with me. So I haven't seen or heard from her since then."

Obviously she wished things were different, but what could she do? Force her old friend to accept her regrets and forgive her? Lincoln thought sadly on Clarke's behalf. He wanted to comfort her, reassure her that everything was going to turn out okay, but Clarke quickly continued the conversation without going any further on her past friendship with Octavia. "Look, I'm happy that you and Octavia are going to go out and from your side of things most likely going to end up together, you both deserve a chance of happiness, but I'll give you two pieces of advice when you go out with her tonight. Something you need to be aware of when you're dealing with her."

He frowned confused. "Two pieces of advice?"

"Yeah, first advice is that you shouldn't mention me or your relationship with me." Clarke explained. "Clearly she hates me now, and confessing to her that we know each other and are friends is not going to help you getting into a relationship with her."

You want me to deny my friendship with you because of me getting a shot at happiness? Clarke, you're truly a good friend if you are willing to give up that for me, even if no one else in this town believes that anymore.

Clarke continued her explanation. "Second advice, you should be aware that her older brother might try and kill you once he finds out about this. He's an overprotective guy, especially towards Octavia, and as a bonus he hates me even more than Octavia at the moment. So all in all you should avoid bringing up her brother and me in any conversation. Otherwise the chances are in your favor that this date might end successfully."

"Her brother?" Lincoln asked, clearly not seeing the connection. "Who's her brother?"

"Detective Bellamy Blake."

The night was coming in and still Clarke made no moves in going home or meet up with Raven and Monty despite her promises that they were going to catch up. What was the point? The chances are that they wanted to talk about what happened three years ago as well as what she had done since then, both questions she more than anything wanted to avoid all together. Hence why she was hiding in the gallery, ignoring her phone that has been vibrating angrily for the last hour.

You're really a coward, Clarke. Clarke thought to herself as she pushed the disconnect button on her phone once again before she put her phone back in her pocket. Then she went back doing some paperwork, with her back was against the first floor windows. She was concentrating on what she was doing that she didn't realize it before she heard glass shatter and something piercing right past her cheek, leaving behind a painful sensation on her left cheek. She turned around to see what was going on, but before she had the chance to comprehend what was going on something hit her and she fell down on the floor. The next thing she knew her leg was in incredible pain and blood was flowing down on the floor.

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