A Rose By Any Other Name || Clexa AU

5 - Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time.

Translations:

Italian

Ho dei capelli terribili. = My hair is terrible.

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"Something like that ... yes." Clarke answers under her breath, frozen in place bewildered by the fact that a notorious serial killer was standing in the door of her childhood home and the fact that she was close enough to possibly harm Madi if she wanted to.

Agent Griffin knew dangers came with the job, and she remembered what Lexa said. Or her threats rather, but not for one second did she expect the Italian to follow through with the threats. Lexa just didn't seem like the child-murdering type. Do types like that even exist?

John Wayne Gacy and Ted Bundy. Yes, they do exist, Clarke reminds herself.

"So, what's for dinner?" Madi questions, dropping her schoolbag at the foot of the stairs before pulling Aden toward the kitchen. Clarke remained still, almost statue-like as her eyes darted between Lexa and Raven, who were also in a very intense staredown.

"Please tell me this is one terrible fucking dream."

"Would you like a pinch or a kiss, Agent Griffin?" Lexa quirks, completely entering the home and confidently looking around the room. It was nice, again nothing like what she expected to find. The Griffin's seemed to be a lot wealthier than they cared to flaunt openly; how intriguing.

Clarke didn't drive a nice car; in fact, she didn't even have a car Lexa found out. Her apartment wasn't all that either and she wore the most godawful Polo sweaters more often than anybody should. But this home? It had two floors with a half spiral staircase on the left and right of the foyer, both leading up to the second floor. How lavish.

Expensive-looking decorations were littered all throughout the entryway, from a round crystal table to two large tropical strelitzia plants next to each staircase. Even a chandelier hung from the roof. This is what sophisticated New York looks like. The room screamed vintage contemporary and Lexa was all for it. Abby has taste, the Italian could give her as much.

"Clarke? Dinner?" Madi questions again, peeking her head through the kitchen doorway. "And is Lexa joining us for dinner? The more the merrier right?"

"Uhm— well, I'm sure Lexa has plans of her own, don't you?" The warning in Clarke's eye was clear but Lexa only valiantly smiled back, not feeling intimidated by the Agent in the slightest. It's why she was here in the first place anyway; to annoy the blonde as much as she possibly could. How else would she spend her time while she was off? Besides, this new plaything was fun. It was like flicking a bobblehead that gets angry for being flicked.

"I actually have no plans. My schedule is clear. It's been a slow week."

Lexa closed the door behind herself before stopping in front of a very wide-eyed Raven that still couldn't believe her eyes. The Italian scanned her eyes over the Latina woman before stopping at her shoes that should never have been bought by anyone, let alone be worn. "Nice shoes."

Octavia descended the steps, her eyes trained on the screen of her phone, still not noticing that the woman they were chasing was at the foot of the stairs. "So, have you guys decided what you want for dinner? And was it your—"

The four women fell into a staredown with one another as if it was some sort of old western movie with cowboys about to shoot holes in one another but Lexa had something different in mind. "Okay ... I'm not usually one that falls for a foursome but if you guys keep looking at me like that—"

"Get over yourself!" Clarke exclaims before taking hold of the Italian's perfectly ironed collar. "Listen to me very carefully. You don't get to drive my sister home and walk in here and invite yourself to dinner. This is not how this works. Why are you even involving children in this? Whose kid is that?"