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Don't ask her how it happened, because she honestly had no idea how this situation occurred and part of her was now kind of afraid to find out the reason. Nonetheless things started going south the moment Murphy stopped the explanation and began his own interrogation, only this time interrogating her and the events that led to her self-exile, and it didn't get better when he would take the hint that she wasn't interested talking about it either.

"Come on, Princess. Tell me…" Murphy asked, with a slick tone that made her literally want to throw up. "What made you decide to keep important information to yourself and allow several people to die?"

Does he really think I'm going to answer that? He would be the…last person I would tell. Obviously she sat there, in complete silence, while thinking why the hell she was still here when she got what she came here for. The answer to that wonderful question didn't seem to put a stopper on him, because he continued talking and ignoring the plain and simple rejection in her facial expression and body language.

"You've always been a moral compass, guided by what's right and wrong, and always preaching and sticking your neck out in whatever situation that requires it. So it doesn't make any sense why you would lie and do this. Unless there was some special reason you kept quiet and ran away?"

He was getting dangerously close; in fact this was the closest anyone had been to getting to the truth on that matter. No one had dared to piece the clues together from the little they knew and what they knew about her personality. So you can imagine how disturbing it was to see your worst enemy do it with ease when your old friends and ex-fiancé couldn't do it without trying to pull the clues out of her rather than figuring it out themselves.

Which is why she chose to take her cell phone and call Monty, instead of promptly stay quiet and listen to Murphy any further. But even that turned out to be just another interrogation from Monty, courtesy to Bellamy causing a huge ruckus just because he couldn't find or get in contact with her. Thanks a lot Bellamy. I may be doing something stupid and irrational right now just by being here with Murphy, but honestly is it really necessary to set off the red alarm for me being gone for a few hours?

Nonetheless she answered his questions the best she could without really getting into detail about where she was or who she was seeing. Unfortunately that didn't work for long and in end she just confessed the truth, which actually left him speechless, but she got the exact opposite reaction from Raven who literally screamed into the phone. So she sat there listening to Raven furiously ranting at her to get back or else she was going come down personally to get her and kick her ass, when someone who was dressed in a full police-issued uniform entered the room. Clarke found it odd that a cop was showing up at this place, even if some of them had interest in hookers or drugs they would never show up in their uniform. Not unless they were stupid or suicidal. However those thoughts vanished immediately when the cop pulled out his gun and first began shooting at the ceiling before it was aimed at her and Murphy.

"DUCK!" Clarke yelled, dragging Murphy on the floor with her. They barely managed to miss the bullet that hit the couch seconds after they went down on the floor.

They didn't waste any time to crawl behind the couch to make cover, especially since the bullets continued to fly in their direction and only missed them by a couple of inches. Once they got covered Murphy asked with the same usual and annoying attitude despite the stressing situation, "Who the hell is this guy? One of your many admires? And you brought them here?"

Definitely not one of my many admires, especially considering the fact that the number of admires has decreased since the Mt. Weather incident. And I gained a lot more enemies in this town since I started the whole PI business, although the enemies were usually from my old marks, clients or high school peers. But I don't know this guy who's shooting and hurting innocent people just to get to Murphy or possibly me for that matter, but either way it doesn't matter right now. What matters now is to get out of here, hopefully alive and unharmed.

Clarke glared at him with pure exasperation. "I don't know who he is, but clearly he isn't one of my admires considering that he's trying to kill us both. And I like to add that I didn't bring him here…" She stopped talking when she suddenly realized that the guy probably followed her here, with the intention to either hurt or kill her. Whichever option was available she assumed, but none that she particularly wished to happen seeing as she preferred to stay unharmed and alive than injured and dead. Oh crap.

"Fine." Murphy growled. "So what's the plan to get out of this situation?"

Honestly, she had no idea what her plan in getting out of this crappy situation, but there was no way she was going to tell him that. If she did then Murphy would come up with a plan that would cause more trouble than it was worth. So unless she suddenly had a death wish courtesy to Murphy then she had to come with something quick.

As soon as the thought struck her mind it hit her. There was one idea that might work in order to get out of this, however this idea could either work in her favor or against her and making the whole situation a lot worse than it already is, which would also piss of a lot of people mainly Bellamy once he found out about her plan and how dangerous and risky it was. But that wasn't something new considering that he was always pissed with her or at least he always was since she came back to town. Despite that, what other options do we have? So I'm going to follow Bellamy's example and just go with it and adjust as the situation escalate. Okay, let's do it.

It was like getting punched straight in the stomach, strong and hard, and was enough to knock him off the ground. Especially after the phone call he received about Clarke from Raven and Monty. And if he added all of that with the overwhelming fear and concern then you reached the point where he was in full-panic mode, barking orders to dispatch that squad cars were to arrive at Murphy's joint. Miller was squirming in his seat next to during the whole car drive down to darker and grosser part of town, but Bellamy was too distracted to care about his partner since Clarke and also Murphy was in danger and he needed to save them.

How did this happen? How did this happen? Those were the thoughts that went over and over in his mind, frustratingly lingering and driving him way over the edge. Then again Miller and everyone else have told me several times over the course of time they have known me that I'm too intense for my own good. Octavia even stated jokingly that if she didn't know better then I probably ate breakfast intensely. Well, she wasn't completely wrong with her statement…

Bellamy shook his head, shaking away those annoying and unhelpful thoughts, and instead focused back on the circus that was going on outside Murphy's place. He could hear the gun shoots coming from the inside despite the loud ruckus his co-workers were making.

"So what's the plan?" Miller asked. "We can't exactly barge in to the place because we don't have any idea what or who're walking into."

Bellamy sighed frustrated. "I don't know. Ordinarily my plan would be barge in myself and get them out and screw all consequences, but experience has shown me several times that that specific tactic doesn't end very well for anyone. So if you have any ideas, the please you have my full and prompt attention to give suggestions."

Miller didn't have any better ideas than his; although he did provide his opinion that his plan was indeed stupid and reckless, which was not really helping the situation but Miller was at least not afraid to be unhelpful. Nevertheless he didn't waste time to get useless ideas from Miller; instead he talked with several officers regarding the chances of how to get in to the place without bloodshed in the process. And after several minutes with useless talks that literally got him nowhere he decided to do his plan anyways. So he geared up and went over the plan with a couple of officers on how to enter and take control once they got inside. And just as he was about to leave to get inside he heard someone yelling his name and turned in the direction of where he heard it and was surprised to see Raven and Monty running up to him.

He blinked a few times. "Monty, Raven, what are you two doing here?" Please don't tell me that they are here to help because right now that's the last thing everyone and I want.

"Why do you think we're here? We're here to help Clarke. I thought that was pretty obvious when we called and told you about where she was and what we heard." Monty said, tilting his head in a confused and slightly annoyed manner. Then he turned to Raven, in order for her to support his statement. "Tell him Raven." Please don't.

Unfortunately his wish was unheard since Raven too began nagging and reprimanding him about how unfair and exasperating he was being for shutting them out. And after a while he was just to sick and tired to listen any more of what Clarke's friends had to say about the trying situation that he growled frustrated, "Both of you shut up. I'm going to go in there and get her back. Without you two interfering or getting in the middle of it all because I don't want to clean up your messes when I'm already swapped with Clarke's mess right now."

After he said his piece he walked away, giving one of the on-site officers to keep an eye on Raven and Monty before he went summoned his group and began approaching the backdoor to Murphy's place.

Breathing in. Breathing out. While at the same time appear that you're dead and then strike when the shooter has finally dropped his guard and hovering over me. That's pretty much the plan, but now it all depends on Murphy doing his part of the plan. Which I for one can't help being wary whether he'll do it or not. Knowing him, he will probably do something just to save his own skin and leave me to die by this psycho.

So Clarke and Murphy waited until the gun shooting died down before she lay down on the floor and pretended to be injured and unconscious. And just as she anticipated the assumed-or-pretend-cop began approaching the couch and Murphy grabbed the opportunity to sneak around the couch as the shooter got closer and smoothly left the room without being detected, leaving her to fend for herself until the cavalry arrived.

The heavy foot steps approaching until they stopped right in front of her, hovering and watching over to make sure she was really out of it before he leaned over her to check out for sure by checking her pulse or something. Nonetheless she seized the opportunity by pulling out the knife Murphy borrowed her and had concealed underneath her shirt and attacked him by slicing his neck. He reacted immediately by screaming in pain and fell back, allowing her to get up on her feet and make a run for it. She didn't dare looking back or stop for anything as she ran out of the room and out to the hallway, following the same route Murphy had escorted her through before.

She had no idea how long she had been running, but by the time she reached the exit she could both see and hear the huge police circus. However her surroundings fell quickly into the background as she got out the door and in to the dirty alley and saw the one place she always felt safe in, no matter what kind of situation, and instantly ran towards it.

"BELLAMY!" Clarke exclaimed, which most certainly got everyone's attention since they all turned to stare at her including Bellamy, who quickly approached her. "Clarke! Are you okay? What happened? We were about to storm the place when Murphy showed up and only told us the cliff note version."

He met up with her halfway before her hands landed on his arms, holding him like he was an anchor, and began talking fast and out of breath. "He's in there, with a laceration to the neck and very much alive last time I checked, but I think you need to send in some guys to check up on him."

Bellamy nodded and then barked a few commands to a couple of officers, who shortly afterwards entered the building and check out the crime scene. Then his attention went back on her, looking at her with the same warmth and concern that he had always displayed back when they had been together, but she was no fool to assume that his reaction was because his feelings for her was the same. After all too much has happened for it to be that simple. Life is never that simple.

Bellamy sighed heavily. "Clarke, tell me who was it that tried to kill you?"

Clarke stared at him, wanting to convey many things to him, things she had kept quiet and wanted to tell him for a long time. But she held her tongue and instead answered his question, creating the same distance she had continued to express with him since their reunion. "I don't know. I really don't know."

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