Clarke wrapped her knuckles against the window, catching both Octavia's and Lexa's attention.

Clarke shook her head at Octavia, pointing over at Lexa, curling my her middle and ring finger, signalling to detective to come in.

Lexa glanced over at Octavia, who grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, then looked back to Clarke, pointing at herself.

Clarke couldn't help but roll her eyes, nodding her head. Lexa nodded, too, getting to get feet and walking briskly into Clarke's lab.

"Did you find something?"

"Yeah. You said they worked at labs?" She asked, sitting back at the computer and began pulling up the case files.

"Yeah, but that's a dead end."

"Maybe not," Clarke pointed to the names of the labs when they appeared on the screen. "All of these labs fall under the umbrella of one company. Mount Weather."

"Dante Wallace," Lexa whispered.

"Cage's father." Clarke added, falling back against her seat, running her hand across her face. "Cage has been using the files on the employees to pick out targets."

"I will get a warrant for his father's files, we will get something." Lexa assured, turning to leave but Clarke caught her wrist.

"Hey. Just, be careful, okay? He's dangerous."

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you cared about me." Lexa teased and Clarke rolled her eyes.

"Lucky you,"

It was Cage.

Of course it was.

They searched his father's files and found that the files of the victims had been accesses a few times in the week leading up to their death. Which lead to police raiding Cage's house which lead to the finding of murder weapons and jewellery belonging to the victims. So, with all the chaos, Clarke didn't get the chance to speak to Lexa for a week.

She was in her lab hours after she was suppose to finish, because God knows she couldn't leave with the huge pile of work she now had (if she didn't go over all of Cage's old cases those criminals would walk free. There was no way she was letting that happen), when there was a knock on her door.

"Yeah?" She called distractedly, moving on of the boxes from the unchecked side of the room to the checked, glancing up at the door as she stuck her arm into the next box. "This is your fault." She said when she spotted Lexa.

"How is this my fault?"

"You took Cage down and now I have to go over all of his old cases." Clarke huffed. "I think I might die."

"You'll be fine," Lexa rolled her eye, handing Clarke the Slushie she was carrying.

"There is enough paper on this room to print out the Harry Potter series hundreds of thousands of times." Clarke huffed, taking a long drink of the slushie, which seemed to relax her. "And thank you."

"Do you need help with anything, it's only fair?"

"Nah, I'm fine. You should go home and sleep, though, you did just crack a big case."

"We did," Lexa corrected, "And I made sure Kane knows you helped out, too. I really owe you one, Clarke."

Clarke licked her lips, glancing out to the precinct floor, noticing a sulking Octavia.

"Okay, and for that favour I want you to start involving Octavia in more of your cases?" Clarke requested. "She's a good officer, but these assholes here just won't give her a chance."

"Done," Lexa assured, "Are you sure there's nothing I can help you out with?"

"Nah, honestly, the most helpful thing for me would be for you to sleep and come back on top of your game." Clarke threw a cheeky little smile over her shoulder.

"Okay, I'll see you in a few days." Lexa smiled and Clarke waited for the door to click closed, frowning when it didn't. "Hey, do you maybe want to watch Dexter with me? I know you've already seen it, and you probably wouldn't want to watch it again, but I figured I would ask anyway."

"Sure, yeah. That would be cool." Clarke nodded, smiling over her shoulder at Lexa.

"Now would be the time to ask for your number but we both already have each other's for work so," Lexa shrugged, a little smile playing on her lips as she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder. "Which was me saying I will text you."

"And I'll text you back," Clarke shot back, waiting for the door to close before she rolled her eyes at herself. "I'll text you back, what the fuck?"

It took less than half a minute for the door to open again. "Did you guys make out?"

"No, Jasper. Go away." Clarke huffed.

-/-

It took Lexa two days to texted her (on a Sunday which would normally be Clarke's day off but she had to work overtime to get through Cage's cases).

Detective Woods [13:04]: Are you busy?

Doctor Griffin [13:12]: I'm up to my eyeballs in files and paper and forensic analysis. I hate Cage. HATE. HIM.

Detective Woods [13:15]: so I'm guessing you aren't up for watching Dexter today?

Clarke ran her eyes over the work she had to do, she has whittled the cases down to less than a quarter of what it had been but there was still a tower of boxes in the corner of her lab.

Doctor Griffin [13:17]: I really can't right now but I might be able to come by later tonight. I could pick up pizza?

Detective Woods [13:18]: don't feel like you have to, I know you're swamped right now.

Doctor Griffin [13:20]: I could really use the break, I've been working every waking minute on this stuff. And even when I'm asleep I'm dreaming about it

Doctor Griffin [13:20]: I need a distraction

Detective Woods [13:22]: then stop by whenever, 128 Central Park South, pent house

Doctor Griffin [13:24]: you have a PENT HOUSE?

Detective Woods [13:25]: I also have a dog, you aren't allergic are you?

Doctor Griffin [13:26]: oh what kind of dog?!

Detective Woods [13:28]: Alaskan malamute, he is a big dope of a dog, totally harmless, but his is really big. So, if you don't like dogs I can lock him in my room?

Doctor Griffin [13:28]: don't you dare! I will be by at seven

Detective Woods [13:30]: see you then ;)

Detective Woods [13:30]: :)*

Clarke laughed at the typo, setting her phone down on her desk and set about getting as much work done as she could.

-/

"You have a doorman and your own elevator." Clarke gawped as she entered Lexa's loft.

It was an open plan living room, dining room and kitchen area with a high beamed ceiling and dark wood flooring. Sure, the place was incredible but it had nothing on Lexa.

She was still dressed in a suit, but a considerable less formal one than the ones she wore to work. It was a black suit with a white, v-neck t-shirt underneath.

"Yeah, Gus is a nice guy." Lexa smiled, accepting the pizza box from Clarke and motioning into the room.

Clarke walked a little further into the room, her lips wrapped around the straw of her slushie as she strolled over to the window. "Wow, this is a beautiful view." Clarke commented, completely in awe of the view of Central Park.

"Yeah, I can't wait to see it when it snows."

"Have you ever been in New York for winter?" Clarke asked, glancing over her shoulder at Lexa who was plating their pizza.

"No, I hadn't left Miami before I came here."

"You are in for a shock." Clarke laughed, turning around when she heard the sound of paws on the wood flooring.

Clarke smiled when the dog skidded to a halt in front of her, "Well, aren't you just beautiful," Clarke gushed, crouching down beside the large dog, running her hand through his fluffy, black fur. "What's your name, huh?"

"Satyr,"

"As in Greek mythology?" Clarke glanced up at Lexa, her fingers scratching at the spot behind the dogs ear. "A lustful, drunken woodland God?"

"How do you even know that?"

Clarke shrugged, "I know a lot of things."

"You really are a nerd," Lexa commented with a fond little head shake.

Clarke was so used to that being an insult that it felt weird having it said in what seemed like adoration. And that was why it felt weird, no other reason.

They settled into the sofa, Lexa on Clarke right and Satyr on Clarke's left, his large head resting one Clarke's lap as she scratched absentmindedly at her head.

"It seems a little too soon to be watching this," Lexa murmured when they were halfway through their fourth episode. "Considering."

"Nah, I mean, sure. Dexter is a forensic scientist and so was Cage, but Dexter is strangely charming, Cage is just a creep."

"Mm, I suppose. We couldn't have got him without your help." Lexa said, tucking her leg under herself as she turned her body toward Clarke a little, her arm resting along the back of the sofa behind the blonde. And, who knew? Clarke had a little bit of a kink of women in suits. "Not that what CSI's do isn't important but you're wasted on that lab."

"I couldn't be a detective,"

"Scared?"

She was teasing, Clarke knew that, but she still shook her head. "Nah, I just don't play well with others."

"Yeah, that's true." Lexa agreed, a shy, almost coy, smile tugging onto her lips. "We should work together more, though. We make a good team. A literal genius and the best detective in New York."

"That's only half true," Clarke interjected, "Best detective in the states."

"Oh, so you are a literal genius, huh?"

"Uh huh," Clarke hummed with a confident little nod, pointing her thumbs back at herself. "Child science prodigy, one that didn't peak in high school."

"Huh. Well, I feel like I should be honoured, being in the presence of the worlds next Albert Einstein,"

That, strangely, had Clarke giggling like a goddamn school girl. "Nah, I would never be on his level. He didn't actually start speaking until the age of four or five, his parents actually thought he had some sort of mental retardation." Clarke rambled, chewing on the skin of her lip as she brought her eyes back to Lexa's. "But you don't care about that because you were flirting with me, right?"

"Right," Lexa affirmed, an amused little smile on her lips.

"And would you kiss me if I told you I've already had three slushies today?"

"No," Lexa gave Clarke a definitive shake of her head but that smile was still firmly planted on her lips.

"Well, it's a good job I haven't then, isn't it?" Clarke lied with a playful little sigh of relief.

"In fear that I might get a second hand sugar rush," Lexa spoke slowly, her hand finding its way to Clarke's neck, causing Clarke's heart to skyrocket. "I think I'm still going to kiss you."

"Sugar doesn't really make you hyper-"

Clarke didn't get the chance to finish that fact because Lexa was kissing and she was still smiling as she did so and, fuck, Clarke couldn't help but melt into the kiss.

"I should ramble more often if this is the result." Clarke whispered, turning her body to face Lexa, gaining a little huff from Satyr, her hand finding its way to fan across Lexa's ribs as she moved into kiss her again.

"Definitely, your rambling is-" Lexa stopped briefly to kiss Clarke again. "Is fucking adorable."

Clarke grinned lopsidedly, Lexa's other hand coming up to her neck, her fingers linking at the back of Clarke's neck as the blonde continued to kiss her, slowly lowering Lexa back against the soft.

"God, I really didn't know I had a thing for women in suits." Clarke whispered, peering down at Lexa's body. "Well, until I met you."

"Everyone love a good girl in a good suit,"

"Good girl, huh?" Clarke cocked an eyebrow, a salutary little smile appearing on her lips. "Looks like I'm going to need to corrupt you, then."

"Mm, can't wait," Lexa hummed, her body arching up against Clarke's as she tugged at the blondes neck.

"Dexter," Clarke whispered again Lexa's lips when she pulled back to readjust.

"No, Lexa." Lexa corrected in a playful, breathless tone, kissing her way along Clarke's jaw to her ear, giving her earlobe a playful little nip before whispering in a voice that, honestly, Clarke could very easily get herself off too. "I would rather be making out with you, Dexter can wait."

"I feel like I'm going to wake up any second now." Clarke breathed, pulling her hair down to the left and tilting her head as Lexa began kissing down her neck.

"Hm, and what would you do if you were asleep right now?" Lexa muttered against the skin of Clarke's collarbone, giving it a little nip.

"If I was asleep I wouldn't hesitate to drag you right into that room with probably very expensive sheets." Clarke pulled back a little to peer down at Lexa. "But I'm not asleep and, I don't know what kind of girl you take me for, but I don't put out before the first date."

"I suppose I better take you on a date, then." Lexa said with a hopeful little smile.

"Tuesday? If you aren't busy."

"Well, we have court for Cage's case."

"Oh, yeah. We will figure something out." Clarke said dismissively, lowering her head to playfully nip at Lexa's bottom lip.

Lexa huffed out a sigh, staring up at Clarke with a shy little smile.

"I should get home, I have to go back to the precinct early tomorrow to go through the rest of Cage's files."

"It's late, you don't have to go home, you could stay," Lexa offered, holding her hands up defensively when Clarke arched her eyebrows at her. "In a totally none sexual way."

"I want too, but if I do say it will become a totally sexual thing." Clarke grinned cheekily down at Lexa when the detective sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. Clarke pushed herself up to sit on Lexa's thighs. Lexa watched her attentively as Clarke dug her fingers into her hair, her hands palming at Clarke's tights as she swallowed thickly.

"God, you are-" Lexa huffed out a breath as she shook her head. "I don't even know the words to describe you."

"And I'm the nerd," Clarke teased, grabbing onto the front of Lexa's tee and giving it a gentle little tug, effectively pulling Lexa to sit uprightness, bringing her lips within an inch of Lexa's.

"I would never- I didn't think you would be this... sexual, I suppose." Lexa whispered against Clarke's lips.

"Shy on the streets,"

"Sexy in the sheets," Lexa finished with a frustrated little huff, her eyes sliding closed.

"Exactly," Clarke quipped, licking teasingly at Lexa's top lip.

"God, you're a tease." Lexa groaned, falling back against the sofa when Clarke climbed off of her, giving Satyr's head a little scratch before grabbing her jacket.

"And no one would ever believe you." Clarke said with a laugh.

Lexa rolled off the sofa, commanding Satyr to stay as she lead Clarke to the door of the elevator, jamming her key into the console and hitting the ground button before retracting her key.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Clarke said, her hands resting on Lexa's neck as she kissed her fully on the lips. "I can't believe you have a private elevator."

Lexa huffed out a laugh, taking a step away from Clarke and gripping onto the shutter. "Text me once you get home."

"I will,"

Lexa smiled, giving Clarke a little wink before pulling down the shutter and sending the elevator off.