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Bellamy realized quite quickly, after his bewildered mind calm down significantly from the kiss between him and Clarke, that Clarke was not in the house and he didn't know where she had run off to, which was a big problem considering that the main reason why he was even here was to protect her and keep her safe.

Luckily, before he even had gotten the chance to go out the door looking for her, he received a text from Raven, saying that Clarke was safe at her place and she most likely would return in the morning. Of course he didn't take the words from a simple text message as proof enough, which is why he called Raven and she informed him exactly what her text had explained meanwhile withholding the actual explanation as to why she was hiding there in the first place. The Clarke I knew wouldn't run away from her problems. Then again she's not the same Clarke that I used to know or so it seems.

"Look, Raven, I don't doubt your ability to keep her safe at your place, even with Lincoln as back-up, but I think I need to come over there and bring her back home where I can actually keep an eye on her." Bellamy said, while trying desperately not to sound like the lovesick fool that Octavia would claim he was if she was seeing him right now. No matter how much have changed between Clarke and me, I have to protect her and I wouldn't be at ease about her unless I'm the one who is protecting here. "I feel a lot more reassured if I was the one watching her. That's all."

On the other side of the line he could hear Raven snort in disbelief. Clearly she didn't buy his explanation, and quite honestly neither did he, but it didn't matter because her response was insulting and honestly he wasn't about to admit his true feeling to Raven of all people. Knowing her, she would probably use it either to tease him constantly with it or use it as blackmail for whenever the situation presented itself.

"It's true."

"Yeah, right, keep telling yourself that." Raven shrugged. "But the more you deny it, the more difficult it will be for you to control what you are really feeling about the whole issue."

Bellamy huffed and almost wanted to sulk in a dark corner over her accusations, but his pride prevented him from doing such. Instead he replied back, this time a lot more annoyed. "Never mind, I'm coming over. And if Clarke is so desperate to hide from me than she's out of luck because she can't avoid me forever. So she might as well just prepare herself now."

"Whatever you say." Raven answered back. She was just about to hang up the phone when she uttered teasingly with a light chuckle, "Lover-boy."

Aw geez. "I'm hanging up now." Bellamy said exasperated and ended the call with an annoyed growl plastered on his face. Why do I make it a habit of surrounding myself with frustrating women on a regular basis?

Hiding in Raven's bathroom proved to be the perfect place for her to calm down and finally gathering her scattered thoughts. Although the whole Bellamy issue was still too fresh and confusing to deal with, Clarke found herself sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, thinking about the case and the assassination attempts a lot easier and relaxing. Let's see…two women murdered, both prostitutes and around the same age. Little to no forensic evidence, no witnesses or suspects, and no clear cause of death either.

Clarke sighed heavily and ran both her hands through her now messy hair. Her thoughts were running towards a roadblock and she had no idea why or how she was supposed to get past it. However the best and only thing she could do was going over what she could do or at the very least consider looking more thoroughly into. Bellamy and the rest of the police department will most likely be not be very cooperating in sharing their theories or information, but I'm sure I can managed to trick one fool in that station into giving me what I want.

"So I have at least one idea," Clarke mumbled. Then she stood up from the place she had been previously sitting and began working her thoughts further by pacing back and forth between the sink and the toilet. "But there's something I'm missing. Something that I would necessary mean that I have to jump through extreme hoops in order to get it, but what is it?"

Wait a minute…the cause of death, that's it. It has already been a few days and yet I have heard nothing from Dr. Harris about the victims or what caused their deaths. And he was the one who was supposed to keep me in the loop.

Just as soon as the thought struck her mind she heard someone knocking on the door and seconds later a familiar baritone voice said with determination. "Clarke? I know you're in there."

"Bellamy?" She was honestly feeling confused right now. What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to follow and get her back to the house. Raven must have informed him about her whereabouts, but most likely reassured him that she was safe with her. So why was he here?

"Come on, Clarke. Open the door and we'll go back home, okay?" Bellamy spoke through the door, seriously working his skills to convince her to do his bidding, which usually ended one of two ways depending on the situation.

Home? Why would he call my house home? Maybe he didn't realize it before he said it? "Why? I mean, Raven is probably okay with me staying here for the night and it's not like I'm never coming to go home." Clarke explained as casual as she could, even though she had a feeling that her reply might stir up some old and not so pleasant memories from the past. And she was right, which unfortunately for her seeing as Bellamy's reaction was as you would expect it to be. She stepped on a minefield and naturally responding by lashing out at her. Oops…

"Open the damn door, Clarke!" Bellamy shouted, followed by a fist hitting the door so hard that she could hear it shake from the impact. "Or else I'm going get you by force. So what is it going to be?"

Clarke stood right in front of the door, pondering her options whether she would stand firm or follow his command. It will only end with that he's going to get his way no matter how much I try to argue and resist, because I know him well enough to know that it wasn't an empty threat and that he would force himself on me if it meant to get me home. Why bother making things more difficult than it has to be?

Taking one final sigh, Clarke braced herself for what was coming next as she twisted the lock on the door and opened the door to come face to face with Bellamy.

He looked just the way she left him earlier, beautiful and irresistible, even though he still carried on some of that angry hurt towards her that she wished she could ease or vanquish from him she knew that at the very least their relationship haven't taken another turn south based on the caring look in his eyes.

"I'm here," Clarke said, not exactly sure what to do or say in this current situation in front of them. "So what now?"

No answer was given, but the expression on his face told her that whatever he had in mind was definitely something she wasn't going to like. And when he said with a stonily voice, "We need to talk." It only confirmed her suspicion.

Those words are exactly what any woman wants to hear. Clarke thought sarcastically. He sure knows how to get a woman's guard up.

She nodded, not even bothering to argue or convince him of doing otherwise. Instead she moved past him and left Raven's apartment, giving just quick goodbyes to Raven and Lincoln and promised to talk to them in the morning, and didn't even bother to check if he followed her or not because she already knew that he was. No matter where she was or where she went she knew that Bellamy would always follow and be by her side, with the only exception of the past three years that is.

Monty felt overall conflicted with what he was doing. On one hand he was helping the police with these two cases and on the other he was helping Clarke and Raven, although Clarke didn't know that part yet, but most of all he felt guilty over having to lie to Jasper about his activities because his best friend would most likely be pushed over the edge just by the mere mention of Clarke. And who could blame him considering the Mt. Weather incident, that Clarke had a significant role in, took away the love of his life and leaving behind with only an empty and broken shell of himself.

Still he knew that the beauty of a lie was way better than the truth in Jasper's case, so he hoped that his friend didn't put much thought into his excuse about working late. Nevertheless searching the database on two prostitutes didn't give him much, seeing as most prostitutes usually went by an alias or a codename rather their own name, which made tracking them down a hell of a lot harder than he would have liked it. Luckily Raven had constructed a computer program that could identify people just by the use of aliases, so the search itself wouldn't take as long as it would have if he went through all the databases that would take weeks possibly years to go through, but it would still take some time to properly identify the victims.

That is why he was working on something else meanwhile the computer was doing its job. And if anyone found about what he was looking into, mainly Clarke and Jasper, then everything would fall apart all over again just like it did three years ago. Leaving everyone once again with a pain that has yet to be healed and possibly wouldn't be healed at all if things should go wrong.

"But I have to try…" Monty mumbled as he searched through his hard-drive in case Clarke left any clues or information regarding the Mt. Weather case. Before everything went down and she left town, Clarke used to store sensitive information on some of her cases in his computer just for back-up in case something happened to her or to her computer. After all the events that happened he somewhere along the way forgot about it, but now that the thought struck him once again he was determined to find the answers everyone has been waiting for and the secrets Clarke decided to withhold.

Despite his determination, Monty found himself disappointed. There were no clues. Nothing that indicated that she had hid anything in his computer three months before the Mt. Weather, which didn't make any sense to him.

"I guess I'll just have to think of something else," Monty tried to convince himself, although the attempt was being very successful on his part. "Maybe try asking Clarke about it despite the odds that she wouldn't talk to me or anyone else."

The whole setting was odd and confusing, especially regarding Clarke's actions prior to her departure. Monty believed that something was keeping Clarke from doing what was in her nature to tell and show the truth, even if it meant hurting others because of it, but that didn't explain the oddness in her behavior before she left and even now that she has come back. What had happened with Clarke three years ago? And why did it seem like she was doing everything in her power to conceal the information and evidence she found on Mt. Weather?

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