Ok, I know I have so many open fics but I honestly couldn't get this idea out of my head after watching the Flash. There isn't any superhero elements here but I just really had to write this. Anyway, let me know what you guys think and if I should continue : )

When Clarke had graduated from university (top of her class she might add) she though she would have gone straight into a job where her colleagues respected her.

God was she wrong.

"Hey, Griffin, where are the lab results for the Fisher case?"

"Lab rat, I need these tests done pronto."

"Those bloods should have been done yesterday, blondie!"

And it was only ten on Monday morning.

Clarke huffed as she fell down onto her desk chair, shaking her mouse to wake up her pc monitor, groaning when it said there was another two hours remaining for the blood analysis she was doing. Kane would be back any within the hour for the results.

She huffed again, falling back against the back of the chair, tapping her nails against the desktop, her eyes wandering to the window between her small lab and the main floor of the precinct.

Detectives. Criminals. Civilians. The one person who always seems to make this shitty work better.

Detective Woods. A new transfer for somewhere down south, she had arrived a little under a month ago.

Clarke had never spoken to her, she never really had any reason too and she wasn't about to go up to the scary, pretty, new detective but getting to look at a pretty face made her day better.

"Griffin," Clarke startled, whirling around in her chair to see a smirking Octavia peeking around the door.

"O, I've told you to stop that."

"I know but it's funny." She said with a little laugh, sliding into the lab, clicking the door shut behind her. Octavia dropped her hat onto the table before sliding up onto the surface.

Clarke rolled her eyes, "What can I help you with, Officer Blake?"

"I need your expertise,"

"Of course you do," Clarke hummed, probing her feet up on her desk, groaning dramatically. "It's like you only come and visit me when you need my help."

"We spent the weekend together," Octavia frowned. "You spooned me."

"Small detail," Clarke waved her hand dismissively. "This time I will help but next time there will be a fee. A fee of coffee."

"Deal," Octavia agreed, handing Clarke the file she had in her hand. "This is the Caldwell case. Everyone is adamant that it's the gardener who done it but I don't think it was."

Clarke flicked the file open, rolling her eyes when she saw Cage had signed off on the forensics. The guy was useless, the only reason he was still was still employed was because his father was a powerful man.

"I don't trust anything Cage signs off on," Clarke murmured, flicking through the file, a little frown appearing on her face when she reached the blood splatter analysis. "How tall is the gardener?"

"Uh, six one, maybe taller. Why?"

"No, that's not right." Clarke sat the file down, pointing at the photo of the blood splatter. "The guy was bludgeoned, right? This swing back pattern indicates someone much shorter than six feet, maybe around five four. And the impact zone, not to be sexist here, but a grown man would make a much larger dent."

"So it was a woman who done it?" Octavia reasoned, a little grin appearing on her lips. "Maybe a scorned soon-to-be ex wife?"

Clarke nodded, motioning toward Octavia with the file, allowing the officer to take it from her. "Sure, I guess." She agreed, sitting back in her seat again, opening her top drawer and taking out one of the suckers she had stashed there.

"He was divorcing his wife, she wouldn't have gotten shit from him in the divorce but if he was dead-"

"How very cliché," Clarke hummed, popping the sucker into her mother. "Go get'em, Officer."

"You'll have my back if I need you?" Octavia asked as she stood up.

"Always," Clarke flashed Octavia a toothy grin around the stick.

"Thanks, Clarke."

"Remember the coffee next time," Clarke called as the door clicked closed. "She's not bringing me coffee." She huffed to herself, rolling her eyes when she heard the door open again. "O, I said-" she stopped when she turned to see Kane standing there. "Sargent Kane,"

"The results?"

"They should be ready in a couple of hours."

"Just hurry up, Griffin, I have a criminal to catch."

"Yes, sir."

"Clarke," Jasper grinning happily, peeking around Kane, glancing up at the man briefly. "Sargent Kane,"

"Come to me as soon as the results are ready," Kane instructed, giving Jasper a little nod before leaving.

"God, that guy is an asshole sometimes." Clarke grumbled, pulling up the report she had to do for Kane to start on the parts she could do without the results. "What's up, Jasper?"

"Are you coming tonight?"

"I honestly don't think I have time." Clarke sighed, her fingers sliding into her hair as she read over the file.

"But it is the new superman movie," Jasper groaned.

"Yes, the midnight showing of the new superman movie. I have to be at work at nine tomorrow and I have three reports to write up and I have to prepare for court on Wednesday." Clarke clenched and unclenched her fingers in frustration. "There literally isn't enough hours in the day, I don't think I have the time to go see this movie."

"But it's tradition, we've been to see all the new superhero movies together. You, me, Monty, Raven, Bellamy and Octavia, the nerd squad."

"Do not call us that,"

"It was Bellamy who came up with it." Jasper shrugged, "Come on Clarke!"

"Fine, ok, I'll be there. But if I get fired its on you."

"No problem, you can crash on my couch." Jasper grinned, bouncing out of the lab into his own lab.

Clarke finished the report, typing in and interpreting the results just in time for Kane to come barging in demanding the report, only to leave without so much as a thank you.

She managed to finish one more report before she finished for the day, meaning she felt a little less guilty when she sat down in between Raven and Jasper, sporting her superman t-shirt, with a large popcorn trapped between her knees and a large Sprite in her hand.

Clarke glanced to her left, a little grin on her lips when she spotted Octavia's hand resting on Raven's leg, just above her brace. Raven caught her eyes, giving her a warning glare when she wiggled her eyebrows.

"So," Clarke started, grinning around her straw as she waited outside the bathrooms with Raven. "Officer Blake, huh?"

"What can I say," Raven shrugged, tilting her head to the side and winking at Clarke. "I love me a woman in uniform."

"Is that why you've never wanted to get with me, because us lab techs don't have a uniform?" Clarke gasped in mock hurt.

"Oh, no, I can assure you that that lab coat looks very pleasant to tear open." Raven grinned sleepily. "I just don't think you could handle me, Lab-dork."

"Oh, please. Everyone knows you're a bottom, grease monkey." Clarke scoffed, bumping her cup against Raven's as she pushed herself off the wall. "I would've blown your goddamn mind."

Clarke regretted giving into Jasper as soon as her alarm went off at six am the following morning, after a measly two hours sleep. She figured if she went into work without showering she could get an extra hours sleep.

So, she ended up in work dressed in her usual slacks and shirt, her hair pulled up in a messy bun and her face completely void of make up. She looked like shit, she knew that, she just couldn't bring herself to care since she would be spending most of her day in her lab.

Or at least so she thought.

Of course the day she looked like garbage would be the day she first meets Lexa Woods.

"Griffin, how nice of you to show up." Calvin snipped, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder toward the crime scene.

"Sorry, slept in." Clarke rushed, glancing at at Lexa who was standing beside Calvin, one eyebrow arched as she eyed Clarke. Clarke gave Lexa a little smile and nod before rushing to the crime scene.

"Wow, you look like shit." Jasper laughed, peering at Clarke over the dead body.

"And whose fault is that?" Clarke huffed, crouching down beside the body, opening up her kit. "What do we have?"

"I don't know, I got here not long before you."

Clarke nodded, pulling on a pair of gloves as she surveyed the body.

It was virtually untouched and, for a six five, burly man, that was a little strange. He would have fought for his life but there wasn't an indication that he had.

"A single laceration to the carotid artery," Clarke commented, standing up straight and motioning toward the pool of blood and the streaks of blood that had squirted out. "He bled out." Clarke frowned. "This is a six foot five man with the body of a body builder, he would have fought back."

"Maybe someone snuck up on him," a voice suggested, startling Clarke out of the little daze she would go into while assessing a crime scene. Clarke whirled around to see Lexa standing behind her. Of course it was Lexa, everyone else knew better than to disturb her when she was working.

"Yeah, but the cut, it's clean." Clarke turned to look back at the body. "Whoever did this, they are a trained killer."

"Maybe they just got lucky," Lexa contradicted and, as much as the people here didn't respect her they knew she knew what she was talking about, they never questioned her so having someone question her threw her a little. "I mean, slice that side of the neck and it's highly likely you will nick the artery."

"I don't think so. Would you risk not killing a goliath like that? He is at least six five, built like a truck, you don't kill him first his going to pulling your kidneys out through your nostrils."

"Psychopaths do silly things."

"If anything he would be a sociopath," Clarke corrected, a feeling of agitation creeping up her spine. "And if it was a sociopath out to kill he would have been frenzied, this would've been much messier." Clarke shook her head, motioning over the body. "No, this is meticulous. Sure, he could be a psychopath, but he is a well trained one."

"So, what do you suggest we look for?"

"I'm not the one who makes theories, that's your job, I just tell you the facts." Clarke clipped back. "And the facts are this killing was clean, he knew what he was doing. He had probably done it before and will without a doubt do it again. Better get to work, Detective Woods."

A smirk etched it's was onto Lexa's lips (which, holy hot damn), probably because she had managed to get under Clarke's skin. "I will have a look into ex militants, special forces, butchers." Lexa's eyebrow twitched with the last suggestion and, God, Clarke wanted a smack that beautiful smirk off of her attractive face. "Thank you, doctor Griffin."

Clarke watched Lexa head back over to Calvin, a frustrated little huff leaving her lips as she turned back to the body. "We need to get this body out of the sun, the medical examiner won't be happy if it is left any longer."

"No one can agitate Clarke Griffin like a pretty girl in a suit." Jasper grinned, throwing his arm around Clarke's shoulder as he shouldered his kit bag. "There are track marks over here."

"Motorbike," Clarke said as they walked over to it, crouching down to get a closer look, ignoring Lexa's curious looks. "TKC seventy to be more precise, hand made in Germany. Made for dirt bikes."

"And let me guess, they are mass distributed?" Lexa asked.

"Yeah, but mostly to bikes and auto shops in German. So look up German made bikes, you might get lucky."

"I thought coming up with theories was my job?"

"Figured I'd help you guys get the job done." Clarke said with a sarcastic smile.

"Drop the attitude, Lab rat." Calvin snapped but Lexa held her hand up.

"Easy, Calvin,"

That had Clarke frowning. She knew Lexa was new but she had transferred from another precinct, they would have had lab techs there, she much know how detective treat lab techs.

"Well, doctor Griffin, is there anything else you can tell us?"

"Um," Clarke's head whipped around to look at the tracks as Jasper snapped a few photos. "Nope, that's pretty much it."

"Great." Calvin said shortly, spinning around and stalking off to his car.

Lexa gave Clarke and Jasper a short nod before following her partner.

"Did she just stick up for us?"

"I think- kind of?" Clarke shrugged. "She'll learn."

"I think she likes you," Jasper teased, looking down at the little screen on his camera.

"I think you need to shut up,"

Jasper laughed, pushing on his knees to stand up straight. "Let's head back to the station, you have a day out tomorrow to prepare for."

It was a week later and Clarke was busy centrifuging samples when Lexa came to talk to her in her lab.

Firstly, she knocked, which was strange, no one ever knocked.

"Come in," Clarke glanced over the shoulder, giving Lexa a reserved little smile. "Detective Woods, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You were right," Lexa said, strolling a little further into Clarke's small lab as she looked around.

"That happens often, you are going to need to narrow down the instance you are talking about." Clarke drawled, lifting the little tube up to eye level and gently swirling it.

"We found the murderer." Lexa started, eyeing the sample in Clarke's hand. "Ex special forces, diagnosed psychopath, drove a German made motorcycle."

"Ok. Well, it's kind of my job to be right about those things." Clarke said, setting the sample in the machine and hit start.

"Regardless, I wanted to thank you for your help."

Clarke frowned, turning to look at Lexa. "You wanted to thank me?"

"Yeah?" Lexa said carefully. "Why? Shouldn't I?"

"Well, none of the other detectives ever do."

"Yeah, I'm realising things are different here." Lexa commented. "Which sucks, lab rat would have been a cute pet name if these people didn't use it as a derogatory term."

"What, you didn't have any lab rats back where you came from?"

"We did, we just treated them with respect. Here it's like everyone is your enemy here, everyone is trying to fuck everyone over."

"Yeah, it's a pig eat pig world here," Clarke muttered, grinning cutely at Lexa. "No offence."

"Oh, I'm sure you mean a lot of offence." Lexa smirked, leaning back against Clarke's desk.

"To them," Clarke nodded her head in the direction on her little window. "Definitely."

"Aren't some of them your friends?"

"Octavia, yeah. But she's a pig for a whole different reason."

Lexa didn't laugh at Clarke's joke but she did grin, pushing herself off of Clarke's desk. "Anyway, I only stopped by to thank you, you made my life a hell of a lot easier."

"Well, you are very welcome, detective."

Lexa gave Clarke a curt little nod before leaving the lab only for Jasper to rush in two seconds later. "Did you guys make out?"

"Oh, fuck off, Jordan."

"But you want too," he sung, dropping something on Clarke's desk. "Those The Flash comics I was telling you about. Read these and then we can watch the show."

"God, you are turning me into an uber nerd."

"You're welcome,"

"Clarke,"

"What is this, grand central station?" Clarke huffed, turning to look at the new body in her lab. "Raven, what have you done this time?"

"Excuse you," Raven scoffed, holding up the Taco Bell back she was holding. "I brought you lunch."

Clarke narrowed her eyes skeptically, accepting the bag from Raven. "Thank you,"

"Welcome," Raven nodded, averting her eyes to the window.

Clarke understood then, she wasn't here to bring Clarke lunch, that was just an excuse, she was here to see Octavia. Clarke grinned at Jasper, rattling her knuckles on the window. "Clarke, what are you doing?"

"Getting you what you came here for," she smiled when Octavia looked at her, motioning for the young officer to come in.

"You're an asshole," Raven snapped.

"Not as much of an asshole as you, pretending to bring your best friend lunch." Clarke hissed back, smiling at Octavia when she opened the door.

"Griffin," Octavia peeked inside, a large smile spreading across her lips when she spotted Raven. "Hey, Raven."

"I wanted to ask how the case was going, the one you consulted me on last week?"

"Um, yeah. They're looking into the wife now, which is good." Octavia explained, sliding into the room and closing the door.

Clarke now realised her mistake, now she was probably stuck with Raven and Octavia for a while and she knew Jasper would hover.

"I'm going to go get a coffee," Clarke said but no one seemed to be listening to her, giving her the opportunity to slip away.

"Hey, Griffin, it's weird seeing you out of your lab." Cage commented, grinning from behind his mug.

"Maybe if you spent a little more time in yours you would get accurate results." Clarke clapped back, grinning sarcastically at the man.

"Just because you came out top of your class doesn't mean you're better than I am,"

"I think that's exactly what it means," Clarke grinned, pouring a sachet of sugar in her coffee. "Not to mention the fact that people have been coming to me for a second opinion on your work," Clarke mixed her coffee before turning to look at him. "It's a good job daddy is one of the top donators or you'd be out on your ass."

"Where do you get off-" Cage advanced on Clarke but stopped when a hand clasped onto his shoulder.

"Is there a problem here-" Lexa starting, "Cage, is it?"

"No. No problem here, Woods." Cage grumbled, shrugging her hand off his shoulder and walking off.

"Do you get off on pissing people off?" Lexa asked, brushing past Clarke to get to the coffee machine. "I asked Calvin on the ride home last week why he was so short with you, apparently you seem to get on people's nerves."

"No, the fact that I correct people gets on people's nerves, it's not my fault they are always wrong." Clarke shrugged, resting the base of her back against the counter.

"Fair enough," Lexa hummed, leaning against the counter across from Clarke. "I didn't think you came out of your lab unless it was to go home."

"Yeah, my lab if kind of overrun with a lab rat, pig and grease monkey right now." Clarke shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee. "I needed to get out."

"Are you working tomorrow?" Lexa asked.

"Everyday but Sunday's," Clarke nodded. "Why?"

"Just so I know if there's a homicide tomorrow I can request you over Cage, guy gives me the creeps." Lexa said, pushing away from the counter. "I'll see you around, doctor Griffin."

"Yeah, sure." Clarke flashed Lexa a little smile and headed back to her lab.

"Do you have a crush on Detective Woods?" Octavia asked and Clarke's eyes snapped to a sheepish looking Jasper.

"I like to share things, it makes me feel involved."

"How could you have a crush on her? She's so- uptight."

"Ok, one; I don't have a crush on her, she called me out on my work and I got frustrated. And two; she isn't that uptight."

"No, she is."

"She isn't with Clarke, though." Jasper commented with a little grin. "She likes Clarke."

"Oh, grow up." Clarke huffed, punching Jasper's thigh. "And get off my desk."

Jasper slid off the surface, making a move toward the door. "I've got work to do, anyway. Let me know when you've finished those comics."

"No problem." Clarke hummed, looking at her two best friends as Jasper left. "Don't you both have work to do."

"I'm actually on my lunch break," Raven shrugged.

"Octavia is too," Clarke said with faux happiness. "Why don't you take her for lunch?"

"I- sure," Raven nodded, looking over at Octavia. "If you're up for that?"

"Yeah, I have an hour."

"Great," Clarke slung her arms around Octavia and Raven's shoulders, leading them toward the door. "You kids have fun now."

Clarke huffed out a breath when she finally closed the door behind Raven and Octavia, letting her forehead rest against the cool glass for a few seconds, preparing herself to begin the backlog of work she had waiting for her.

She turned to look at her desk when she was finished, deciding to start with the DNA analysis she had to do.