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“So what is it this time?” Lexa said as she walked into the crime scene. Dispatch had called and she knew it wasn’t anything too bad. If anything, it was just a bar fight that had gotten out of hand. She was talking to the paramedic who was currently tending to one of the two men involved in this little squabble. Lexa knew a lot of the paramedics in the area, and most of them knew her too. Lexa was a patrol cop, only on the force for about eight months now but she had gotten along well with not only the people on the force, but other’s she had to interact with – like the paramedics who responded to the scenes even before her and her partner got there. She couldn’t see who was here now though, the blonde’s
“Oh you know,” A familiar voice replied, turning her head to look at the cop. “Oh hey, it’s you.” Clarke said as she saw her. They had met a couple of times before – at crime scenes, while leaving a crime screen, just at work really. “So yeah, it’s the usual really.” She finally answered, looking back at the man in front of her, “Tell Officer Woods how you break your nose.”
“Tripped, fell on my face.” The young man sitting on the bar stool answered.
“What happened to the other guy?” Lexa asked Clarke instead, looking over to the other man sitting at one of the booths at the back of the bar. One of the other uniforms was talking to him and Lexa had come in to talk to the guy Clarke was dealing with before going up to talk to the other officer.
“Tell her.” Clarke didn’t answer, only asked her patient to do so.
“I got up…and thought he tripped me.” He started hesitantly. “So I punched him.”
This time Lexa sighed, shaking her head a little before speaking, “You better hope he’s not pressing any charge-”
“He punched me back!” He interrupted loudly before Lexa could finish what she was saying.
Lexa only sighed, about to walk away when she found herself stopping; honestly though, he looked way too young to be drinking. Maybe he just had a baby face because the bar tender was more than likely to ask for ID if he looked younger than twenty-one. “How old are you?” Lexa asked him, her voice a little more authoritative now.
“Twenty two.” He answered instantly, almost a little too quickly as his eyes darted away.
“Do you have any ID?” Lexa asked in response, she knew the tells when someone was lying.
“Uh, yeah.” He nodded, reaching back into his pocket before pulling out his wallet and opening it. Pulling out a driver’s license, he handed it over to Lexa, a small smug smile on his face.
It took Lexa all of twenty seconds before realizing it was fake. “Yeah, this is a fake.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Not even a good one really.” Lexa shrugged. “Guess you’re going down to the station whether or not the other guy presses charges, Jasper.” This time he turned to Clarke, “Is he okay or does he need to go to the hospital?” She asked the paramedic, “Because I need to take him down to the station.”
“What?” Jasper asked defensively, “For this?” He asked, shaking her head. “Come on, it’s nothing. It’s not a big deal.” Her tried to argue but Clarke cut him off.
“He needs to go to the hospital.” Clarke let out an annoyed sigh. “How did you fall so hard on your face?” She asked him in amusement. “It’s like…seriously broken, like someone punched you repeatedly.”
“Okay, come on.” Lexa nodded at the two of them, “I’m gonna catch up with the other guy later, for now I have to go with you.”
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“Hey,” Lexa said, a little surprised as she walked out of the hospital and noticed Clarke standing outside. “What are you still doing here?” Lexa had been here for the past hour or so; the other guy at the bar – who’s name was Brian – didn’t press any charges, only laughed it off because yes, even he punched Jasper. But Jasper was still in trouble, he was using a fake ID so they had to call his parents down and Lexa decided to let him off with a warning because this seemed to have been the first time the 17 year old did something like this. She had thought Clarke would be gone by now, she had no reason to stick around for so long.
“Hey,” Clarke gave a smile. “My shift finished like five minutes after we were called into the bar.” She explained. “And I didn’t go back with my team.” Clarke added, “It’s like in the opposite direction from my place so I’m just waiting for a friend to pick me up.” Well, actually she was waiting for a cab to show up because her best friend had just texted her, after almost an hour of waiting in the hospital for her, letting Clarke know that she had gotten tied up by something and couldn’t come by to get her.
“You’ve been waiting for an hour?” Lexa quirked an eyebrow. “Where’s your friend coming from?”
Clarke sighed this time, admitting to Lexa that, no, no one was coming, “I’m trying to get a cab,” She admitted, “My friend just texted me, she’s busy with something.” Clarke shook her head at herself, “I don’t know why I lied to you about that.”
Lexa only shrugged, it wasn’t a big deal. “Why don’t I give you a ride?” She offered.
“Oh you don’t have to,” Clarke declined politely, she didn’t need Lexa to bother dropping her off, she was on the clock now and had to get back to work. “I’ll catch a ride.”
“It’s no trouble.” Lexa responded, “Where are you headed?”
“Arkadia Street.” Clarke answered. “It’s not that close, so it’s fi-”
“It’s on my way.” Lexa lied, it was kind of in the opposite direction to the station; but she wanted to spend a little more time with the blonde. She always met her on the crime scenes, or at the little bar disputes, but it was always on the job, while they were both working so it was always just really short interactions. There was something about her though, something about Clarke that caught Lexa’s attention. She barely knew her, but she wanted to get to know her.
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“So…” Clarke started a few minutes later, they were in Lexa’s police car, her partner had left gone to the station from the bar to get started on the paperwork while Lexa dealt with Jasper. “Do you offer rides to all the girls regardless of the fact that your station is in the opposite direction?” She asked her lightly, “Or am I special?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lexa answered.
“You forget I’m a paramedic.” Clarke smiled, “I know the streets as well as you.” She added, “So I know where your station is.”
“Hey, I just wanted to give you a ride.” Lexa said defensively, “It’s late,” She added. “And there are no taxis in this area at this time.”
“Who ever said chivalry was dead?” Clarke added lightly, shaking her head a little at the cop sitting next to her. “Thanks though.”
“It’s no problem.” Lexa replied.
“Aren’t you on the clock?” Clarke asked her, “My shift is over but I know you’re still working.” She added, “Like don’t you have to deal with that kid?”
“Not really, the other guy didn’t press charges.” Lexa replied, “And I let him off with a warning about the ID.” This time Lexa laughed, his parents were angry enough really, “His parents are gonna take care of it from the looks of it, they’re more angry at this than I am and I’m a cop.”
They drove in silence up until they had gotten to Arkadia Street and Clarke told her which one her apartment was. “I’d ask you to come up for a drink.” Clarke said as she undid her seatbelt. “But I’ve held you back long enough.” Opening the door, she stepped out, but leaning down to speak to Lexa. “Maybe next time?”
Lexa smiled, nodding at her, “Yeah, I’ll hold you on for that.”