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Have you ever realized that everything you thought you knew turned out to be wrong? Or maybe not what you thought it to be? I have, several times in fact, but the revelation has never hit me like fray train as I listened to what Monty had discovered and suspected was the true motive with this case.

"Monty, tell me something I don't know." Bellamy said, the minute he entered the younger man's apartment and saw him sitting in the living room couch, with his computer displayed in front of him. Monty rolled his eyes and answered back with wit, "Did you know that the Cacao Tree is a species of the genus Theobroma, which actually translates as "The Food of Gods"?

Both Miller and Bellamy exchanged confused facial expressions between each other, not recognizing the significance, but Bellamy asked the question snarky, "And why in the world would you tell me that?"

Monty shrugged his shoulders, "You asked me to tell you something you didn't know, so did you know about my little fun fact?"

"No, I didn't." Bellamy felt suddenly embarrassed for not realizing his mistake in choice of words, but quickly shielded it due to not wanting to show any sort of weakness in front of Monty or Miller of that matter. Pride issues or so Octavia tells me. "But I was actually interested in learning something I didn't know about our case. So what can you tell me or rather what have you found out?"

Monty turned his gaze at Miller for a second, trying to hide his clear interest in the man even though he just made it even more obvious by looking while pretending not to look, and then asked them both to sit down and let him show what he had discovered on his computer. Miller and Bellamy took a seat on the couch, one sitting on each side and Monty in the middle, and watched as Monty clicked on a few buttons and the computer screen changed with a single picture of the two victims.

"I found a match, for both victims, in the alias database. Meet Georgina Fox and Niylah Haven. Fox is a local girl with no living relatives as far as I have found, who moved to Seattle for a better life, which as it turns out didn't work out and moved back town and began prostitution in order survive and earn her income. Niylah on the other hand was born in Victoria with a terminally-ill father who still lives there, and faced the same circumstances as Fox did and turned to prostitution."

Okay, that makes sense I guess. Most people who turn to prostitution do it out of necessity, not pleasure. Bellamy thought to himself, with his gaze still focused on the screen. "Did you find any other similarity or commonality between the two victims besides the prostitution connection? More importantly did you find any special connection between the victims and Clarke?"

As soon as the questions left his mouth, Monty's entire demeanor changed. And Bellamy made the assumption that this change definitely meant whatever the younger man knew it wasn't good. However before he had the chance to ask him about it, Raven came out of the bathroom and pointed out the obvious. "Other than that the second victim, Niylah was at one point posing as a model for Clarke's business partner and friend."

Bellamy rolled his eyes, waiting impatiently for either Raven or Monty or both to get to the point already, especially Monty because it was clear that he found something and whatever it was it was going to open a can of worms that he wouldn't expect to be open. Looking at Monty says it all. He's guilty about something, but there is something else…maybe hurt or disappointed?

He sighed heavily, mentally preparing himself for the worse to come, which as it turns out wasn't hard considering his profession and the fact that his life pretty much has a rap sheet of bad things happening anyways. "Okay, so let's hear it. Whatever you two obviously know, but you guys are either too guilty or too scared to admit it right now in the open. And if I have to guess I'm going to go with the former rather than the latter, since Raven wouldn't easily fall down into fear. Something that Clarke has taken upon herself to imitate on several occasions that shall not be named. So talk."

Raven and Monty exchanged glances, silently debating who should be the unlucky one to tell him the bad news, before Monty decided he was going to be the brave one and tell the truth. "Okay, while the computer was working out to find the IDs on the victims I was looking through my hard drive. I remembered that Clarke had used to store information, case file information back in the day, so checked it out to see if she had done with the Mt. Weather…"

Wait…what? What does Mt. Weather have anything to do with two women being killed and dumped in the woods with Clarke's name written on their bodies?

Which is exactly why he interrupted Monty's confusing explanation and uttered hastily, "Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Why are you bringing up Mt. Weather and that case file Clarke supposedly has? I mean, what is the significance when we have to dead bodies."

Monty scoffed. "If let me finish I'll tell you why." He waited a second to get everyone's silence and attention before he continued his explanation. "Anyways I thought that I should go and talk to Clarke about it, even though she probably wouldn't talk about it even if I asked her, but I thought I had to try you know. So just as I was about to leave the information on the victims popped up, but from two different databases and online archives. One piece of information about the victims came from the alias database that I showed you just now, but the other one however…"

Monty went suddenly silent and began shaking his head furiously, apparently having a hard time dealing with or rather get the words out in the open. This is going to be bad I feel it burning in my gut. Bellamy realized that he needed to calm the younger man down, whether it was because of his ethical duty or because of his connection to Clarke was unclear, but nevertheless he placed a comforting and reassuring hand on Monty's shoulder and said gently, "Just tell me, Monty. Whatever you know and is having a hard time telling me, just tell me the truth and let me decide how to handle the information for myself."

He nodded his head, breathing carefully and took a quick glance on Raven before he said almost defeated, "The other piece of information I found was an online archive for the police department, where both the victims' names popped up. And the file was on the incident that happened three years ago in Mt. Weather."

Bellamy's eyes dilated in shock and he was literally frozen on the spot, only muttering completely stunned. "Oh my God." I didn't know the motive to why anyone would kill these two women. Honestly, I hoped that it was one of the usual ones like jealousy or disgruntled client, but Mt. Weather was one of the last things I expected it to be.

"It gets worse," Monty continued, although his gaze was on the floor and his shoes rather than on him or anyone else in the room. "I believe that this whole case is not about the victims themselves, but about Clarke."

Getting in undetected was the easy part, but getting into the morgue without anyone noticing the social outcast of this town was more difficult task to do. Especially when you really don't want to help or be involved in the first place. However Octavia had to admit that she was impressed over how good Lincoln and Clarke timed their break in around lunchtime when there was just few people around, but alone didn't change the fact that she was helping her boyfriend and ex-friend in protest and had doubts whether she should just inform the police and medical examiner's office what they were doing or not.

Can you blame me? Clarke threatened me with a secret she promised never to utter to anyone, especially Bellamy, because it would only hurt him if he knew that I asked her to find out about my birth father and help me set up a meeting with him. Even though the reunion between us was a complete failure on his part. Octavia was angry to be blunt, but she was also disappointed in how old promises they shared breaks so easily and without care. And because of that she wasn't afraid to voice her anger and hurt towards Clarke as they ventured towards the morgue.

"Is this how you get around, by blackmailing and using any other petty method to get what you want? Did you sleep with Bellamy after he showed up at your place to act as your protector from this huge 'threat' on your life that you probably caused yourself by being you or are you just using him to get what you want and throw him away like you did before?"

For most part Clarke had managed to stay silent and collected in her attacks to break her from within, but the accusation about Bellamy and implication that she was using him was apparently her last straw since Clarke suddenly stopped and turned around to face her. "Just stop, O. I'm not going to listen to you badmouthing Bellamy or my intentions with him, because you don't know anything about it. So you are in no position to judge or comment on that subject, even though you are just doing it to hurt me and to protect Bellamy."

I have every right to badmouth and judge you, Octavia thought and glared venomous at the blond. "Wow, you really are no different from those victims who sold their bodies for a profit. The only thing about you is that your profit is Bellamy and anyone else you can find to drag down the hell hole you believe is reality."

Octavia believed that she had managed to find Clarke's breaking point, but as it turns out she had not been even in the proximity of it before. And it wasn't until she felt a quick and hard fist against her cheek, knocking her successfully on her ass by surprise, and stared up to see Clarke holding her red-colored left hand, who stared down at her own hand like she couldn't believe what she had just done.

"CLARKE!" Lincoln exclaimed, both sounding shocked and disapproving at what had just happened.

Ashamed, Clarke looked at her before she turned her back on her. "I'm sorry…I'll just walk up ahead. Sorry again, Octavia. I didn't mean to hit you." Then she ran of like a scared rabbit.

Lincoln quietly apologized on Clarke behalf as he pulled her up. As soon as she was on her feet she touched her stung cheek, which made her twitch in pain when her fingers brushed the warm and sensitive area. "I never seen her throw punches before, but I have to say she sure has a good fist on her hands."

Lincoln looked at her disapproving and scolded, "You shouldn't have said those things to her."

Wait…he's blaming me for this? I wasn't the one who used her fists to make a point. "You're defending her? I'm your girlfriend, Lincoln. You're supposed to be on my side here."

He shook his head. "I'm not taking anyone's side on this. I understand both sides of this situation, and honestly I think that you both are wrong about how to handle it. I mean, you are hurt, angry and disappointed in Clarke for something that happened in the past that you don't fully know the circumstances around it. Clarke, on the other hand believes she deserves punishment for everything and wouldn't allow herself peace to move on, not that anyone else allows her to do it either, but continues to accept whatever mean and hurtful ways you all have in store to punish her."

Octavia blinked, confused over how her stoic and quiet boyfriend ranted like a maniac that her brother had a tendency to be when it came to her, but hearing him sounding so hurt and disappointed in her made her stomach hurt. Maybe I was wrong for doing that. I mean Clarke did hurt me in the past for what happened with Bellamy and the whole Mt. Weather thing and finally abandoning us without a word before now, but this time I was the one who was hurting her. Brutally I might add. So I guess I'm no better than her if I sink down to her level either.

"You think I should talk to her, apologize?" Octavia asked, even though she pretty much knew the answer to her question.

"That's up to you," Lincoln said, leaning down and kissed the top of her head. "But I think there is more about this story than what the cover reveals. Who knows maybe you will find something that will help you understand or at the very least explain what happened and everything Clarke sacrificed because of her actions."

She nodded her head, with head filled with heavy and concerning thoughts, but quickly pushed them aside to follow the direction of where Clarke went. Realizing that she did indeed have to talk to her, even though she had disowned her friend and ultimately decided that they were completely through, and this time she wasn't going to let Clarke try and hide away from her again.

Dr. Harris and any other person who would be in the morgue was luckily out for the moment, which gave Clarke limited time to check out that hunch of hers that she has yet to share with Bellamy and Miller, but at the moment her thoughts were currently occupied with hurt and disturbing thoughts she wished she was without. Damn those Blake siblings for having the natural ability to push my buttons and get me to do things that I'm bound to regret. Although I have to admit that Octavia is a class of her own, but nonetheless I shouldn't have let my temper take over and struck her like that.

She shook her head, pushing aside the thoughts, and focused on the task ahead and opened the storage room where the dead bodies were kept cold. The bodies were as one would expect pale and completely lifeless. However that wasn't what interested her or what she was looking for. Her intent was to find whether there was something that she had missed something the last time she saw the bodies, anything that she stood out or found unusual on either woman, but found nothing.

"Damn it." Clarke muttered angrily. "What now?" Her eyes moved around the rooms until it fell on the computer and the stack of case files on the table. Maybe she should try and take another look at the medical records and compare them against the bodies just to double check that the records were identical. She retrieved the case files along with the final autopsy report, which she became very wary and suspicious over, especially considering that neither Bellamy nor Miller seemed to have been informed about the report and they were the lead detectives on the case.

She read through both the victims medical records, again suspicious over how Dr. Harris knew their identities before the police did, but continued reading on. However the more she read the more she came to realize that everything was wrong. The official cause of death on both victims was listed as accidental and that the bodies were simply dumped in. This is bogus. There were no traces of traumas or injuries consistent to accidental deaths, so this report is wrong. Clarke almost had a coronary when she saw who signed the final autopsy report along with Dr. Harris.

"Pike…" Clarke couldn't believe it. The man who caused her life to fall apart was somehow involved in this. What reason did he have to protect the death of two prostitutes unless…unless it was involved in the one thing that tied them all together. She whispered in shock and disbelief, "Mt. Weather. Oh no, no please don't it be true."

She closed the files and leaped into the computer and entered the computer and searched the database for all known victims and habitants of the Mt. Weather facility when the incident occurred. And just as she suspected she found both the murder victims names on the list of voluntary subjects for the facility.

"Clarke," Octavia said, accidently sneaking up on her and nearly scared her to death. Clarke turned to look at the brunette with dilated eyes that probably showed fear and unexplainable terror. Octavia instantly understood something bad was going on and leaped right into it, "What is it? Did you find something?"

Oh yeah, I found something all right. I found out that these two women weren't killed because of them personally. No, they were killed as a message and a warning to me. That if I talk about the truth behind the Mt. Weather incident then I will be the next one. But somehow I also have a feeling I will be killed either way because they can't risk having me alive anymore now that everything is slowly starting to unravel.

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