A Rose By Any Other Name || Clexa AU

3 - Come On, Lay It On Me, Baldy.

Translations:

Italian:

Lei ti manca? = Do you miss her?

Ha ragione. = He's right.

Se è morta, vengo a prenderti. Ti mostrerò cos'è un vero psicopatico. = If she's dead, I'm coming for you. I'll show you what a real psychopath is.

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Red and blue lights flickered through Lyon's streets, the eerie sound of sirens no longer to be heard. Clarke casually strolled toward the scene, having to push through the gatherings crowds and eventually ducking under the yellow tape. She flashed her Interpol badge once again and was promptly met by her new boss Roan.

The night had cooled down suddenly making Clarke clutch her coat around her body even tighter. It was just past 8PM and work was the last thing she was in the mood for. If it wasn't for Roan's call, she'd be somewhere enjoying the pleasures of a certain asshole but charming Italian.

An instant bad taste arose in Clarke's mouth when she sees that her boss has more files in his arms, also black of color which could only mean that they were in connection with the cases she received earlier that very same day.

The annoying ghostlike assassin that nobody gets a glimpse of.

"Agent— Clarke, I apologize for interrupting your night but this couldn't wait. Something extremely peculiar has happened. I came by your office to hear if you made any progress but you weren't there anymore and then I may have taken a peek at your little investigation board. And I'm impressed."

She listened to him with a bored expression, wanting him to cut to the chase. If he called her just to tell her how cute he thought her board was and to see some idiot splattered on the concrete, then she was going to be pissed. She was also pretty sure she locked her door on the way out. Weird.

"Here's the interesting part though. I was called here to look at the hotel's camera footage that they willingly gave up without a single subpoena which piqued my interest." Clarke furrowed her eyebrows at the news, businesses, especially hotels, hardly ever gave anything up without a subpoena since they didn't want to be connected to anything unlawful that may have taken place on their premises.

Clarke looked to her side where a large fleck of red splatter laid on the concrete walkway, and shortly after she looked the building up and down. It was fifteen floors at least. "From what floor did he jump and why is the camera footage important?"

"He didn't jump, he landed on his back and the lock on his hotel door is screwed. But to answer your question, from the seventh floor and we have two very interesting characters breaking through his door. What happened inside of it though, we're not sure but it's safe to assume he was pushed out."

"Okay, but why was I called here? Shouldn't this be investigated at the bottom level first? Hell, look at this hotel it's practically the breeding ground for anything mafia-related. I won't be surprised if our little blue light brigade interrupted a large drug deal by accident." They reached the elevator and Roan himself pressed the button for the seventh floor.

"Under normal circumstances yes, it would be investigated on the lowest level first but our victim is a very popular man. Very present on social media and he works for someone rather influential. But that's not why you're here. You're here because I want you to see the room and then I'm going to show you the camera footage."

The elevator pinged and slid open, revealing a hallway full of officers, almost all of them were busy questioning the different occupants of the seventh floor. "And those files in your arms? Are they for me too?"