I just… can't handle these last episodes of Arrow. All the drama, and angst, and sadness – SHEESH! So to lighten the mood, I thought I'd try my hand at a set of one-shots based on this awesome list of dialogue prompts that I have discovered through the wonderful writing of themasquedgirl and MysteriousTwinkie. And a big thank you to MysteriousTwinkie for being my sounding board for the title.

These aren't really based on any timeframe of the show – but I love Team Arrow (the original 3 – not the little gang it's become) so while they're not meant to be set around any episode – they're definitely written in the mindframe of the time before the team grew (unless the story calls for an expanded Team Arrow and I'll tell ya if that happens)

You'll come bail me out, right?

"Finally!"

Felicity stifled a yawn as she types the last of the prompts to hide her totally illegal, but definitely for the right reasons, foray into yet another federal database. She smiled tiredly as she closed out of the multiple screens and proceeded to shut down her babies, ready to call it a night.

From his position at the top of the salmon ladder, Oliver called out good night since he noticed Felicity getting ready to leave, packing all of her gadgets and gizmos into her bag and swinging her coat around her before heading for the door.

"Good night, Oliver." Felicity replied, waving absently over her shoulder at him as she stepped out into the cold night air. The solid door of the lair shut behind her, shoving what she can deeper into her bag while trying to pull the zipper closed. Unfortunately with the bag overflowing the darn thing wouldn't budge, so she just hoists the bulging thing higher up her shoulder, leaving her hands free so she can shove them deep into the pockets of her coat in attempt to keep them warm.

Felicity sighed as she thinks about the 10 minute walk that she now faces so she can get back to her car. She usually parks closer, given the late hour she tends to be leaving from her night job but it's a Friday night and she feels the parking near the club should be meant for the club go-ers not the nerdy IT girl who hangs around in the basement.

And plus Felicity figures she can probably use the walk. Being cooped up in front of computer monitors all the time didn't really leave her with a free moment to go to the gym, or a run, or do any type of physical exercise really. And seeing as she spent a huge portion of her time with two of the buffest and fittest men she had ever met in her life, she should probably be a little more in shape.

As Felicity maneuvered the surrounding streets, making her way to her car, she thought she heard footsteps falling behind her. With the distant sounds of the club, and the usual sound of night life around her, she couldn't be sure though so she dismissed it and continued walking.

When she rounded the corner, her world was no longer obscured by the music pumping out of Verdant so she was able to more easily pick up the sound of someone following her. Felicity tried pick up her pace, but despite her increase in speed she could hear the person behind her closing the gap between them. Felicity willed herself to remain calm, but all of that flew out the window as she felt a hand land on her arm.

"Excuse me, miss?" she heard a masculine voice ask her, but she took no notice of the polite tone as her fight or flight mode took over. Now a year ago, she would have definitely said she was a 'flight' girl but since meeting Oliver and Dig, she had been training (well, kind of) and learning self-defence.

As the grip on her arm tightened in an attempt to keep her in place, she threw her elbow back into the man's stomach and pushed her head back until she made contact and heard a satisfying crunch, one that she knew meant that she had broken his nose.

The hand on her arm fell away so she was free to run, but because of her instinct to look she had to see who her attacker was. Felicity turned slightly to take in the person hunched over on the ground behind her. He had one arm banded around his stomach, while one hand was up at his face trying to stem the blood steadily coming from his nose. Felicity froze as she took in the rest of him – dark uniform, slightly too big gun belt around his waist, tight fitting police issued cap. Oh crap.

"Oh my God, officer!" Felicity exclaimed as she stepped forward, bending down like she was going to help him up. He held up the hand that had been clutching his stomach, indicating for her not to come closer. So Felicity stood back where she was.

"oo 'oke my nose." He complained.

"I'm really sorry," Felicity quickly apologised. "But in my defense you were following me along a dark street in the middle of the night."

The officer held out a piece of paper to her. "I was tying to 'ive you this."

Felicity slowly pulled the paper from his grasp, unfolding it so that she could see what it was. She realised that it was the draft of a program she was hoping to implement to help Oliver's cause which she had taken with her, intending to work on it when she got home. The thing must have fallen out of her bag while she was rushing to cram everything else in there.

"Oh. Well, thanks." Felicity smiled at the officer as she turned to leave. "Um sorry. Again."

"Wait." The officer stopped her. Felicity immediately paused, because that's what you did when someone with authority yelled at you.

"You broke my nose." The officer repeated as he stood, his nose no longer streaming blood.

"And I'm really sorry. About that." Felicity pointed at her own nose.

"Still doesn't change the fact that you assaulted a police officer. You're coming with me." The officer reached forward to grab Felicity's upper arm and led her back to Verdant where his patrol car was.

"Wait, what?!"

Felicity's face burned as she was dragged through the station past the one or two officers who had the misfortune of pulling the night shift this time around. While it was humiliating to be towed around like a criminal, it was more infuriating that she was even in this position. It was a mistake!

"Sit." The young officer demanded, moving to the other side of what she presumed to be his desk. He pulled out some papers and tapped a few keys on his computer to wake it up. Felicity quietly took a seat, hands in her lap but her constantly tapping foot showed her frustration while the officer worked.

"Jones!" She heard a stern voice call out and then heavy footfalls coming their way. Turning she saw Detective Lance approaching.

"What's this?" Lance asked, pointing to Felicity.

"She assaulted me." The officer pouted, pointing to his nose and the beginnings of a black eye.

"You mean you let a girl beat you up?"

"I didn't let her."

"Either way, I'm sure it was a misunderstanding. Right sweetheart?" This time Lance directed his question to Felicity.

Felicity quickly nodded. "Of course! I already apologised."

"See, she even apologised. So tell me why you brought her here?"

"I'm going to book her." The officer was adamant.

"I don't think so." Lance easily dismissed.

"But…"

"I just heard on the radio about a cat up a tree, maybe you should go check that out."

"But…"

"Now." Lance indicated for him to leave. With a sigh, the officer walked away from the pair.

"You're free to go."

Felicity stood to leave, and was almost to the exit when she realised that her car wasn't there. She turned back to Detective Lance who was still standing by the desk.

"Can I make a phone call?" Felicity asked as she walked back over to him.

Lance gestured to the phone, and Felicity quickly dialed Oliver.

"Yes Oliver, it's me." Upon hearing who Felicity chose to call, Lance rolled his eyes as he went back to work.

"Can you come pick me up?"

"Why where are you?"

"At the police station."

"You're where?" Felicity slightly pulled the phone away from her ear as Oliver raised his voice.

Felicity sighed as she repeated herself. "At the police station."

"Felicity, what happened?"

"Put away the Arrow voice Oliver." Felicity told him quietly so no one could hear her. "I might have hit a cop. And sort of broken his nose."

"You do know that's a felony, right?"

"So I'm told. Luckily Detective Lance came by and saved the day. I'm free to go but I can't get home. You'll come bail me out, right?"

"I'll be there soon." Oliver hung up and Felcity would swear that she heard him chuckle.

Huh. That did not turn out how I imagined it would. Oh well!

So I have another idea for a one-shot and then... well that's it. So feel free to send me suggestions for one shots that you would like to see (remember it has to be about Felicity!)

I'll be MIA for a few days because I don't want to be spoiled for the finale until I can watch it on Saturday (like how I totally ruined ep 20 for myself!)