Summary: A stand alone in "Arrow" season 2. Theoretically takes place in between "keep your enemies closer" and "State vs Queen".

Author's note: This is quite far down the line, I realize, but this is in the second season after Oliver returns from Russia. Kassandra has been staying in Starling City although she did help out with closing the gates of Hell. If I remember from Supernatural season 9, Castiel still was carrying a blade even though he was human. Whether the case or not, for the purpose of this story, he does have a blade for protection.

Monica James had never been to Starling City, so when her best friend surprised her with a trip for her birthday, needless to say, she jumped on the opportunity.
A bright light caught her attention and she grabbed her camcorder from her rental car's backseat. The sight of the SCPD officer with two scorched black spots where his eyes should have been made her scream.

Detective Lance pulled up the collar of his jacket before following the revolving red and blue lights of the squad cars who had cordoned off the back alley. There was an ambulance with open doors and Officer Kelley was being loaded into it.
Lance looked over to where the witness who had caught whatever the hell it was on tape was already talking to a television crew. He got there just in time to see the female tourist pass the tape from her camcorder to the red-headed reporter. It was the young cameraman with glasses who saw the approaching SCPD detective and cleared his throat to get the women's attention.

"Detective, you're too late. We already have our lead story."

The tourist woman actually glowered at Lance for the intrusion. Showing his badge seemed to make her huffier. She wasn't about to pass up her 15 minutes of fame.

"I thought perhaps you could help me out with a statement, particularly since an SCPD officer was injured. Were you aware of that, ma'am?"

"Do I get a reward?"

"Detective Lance, we've got a blood trail." One of the more rookie officers was getting his attention again. Another officer that was standing nearby got the job of taking the trio to the police station to get their statements. Lance followed the young officer and sure enough there was a relatively fresh trail that was leading away from where there was a growing group of bystanders. The perimeter of the crime scene was extended and the crowd, including the local homeless people were asked to back up.

"What the hell is going on?" Lance muttered

The one person who could explain to him what was going on was currently drowning her sorrows with a Big Belly Burger triple chocolate milkshake. She hadn't seen Oliver since he returned from Russia, and she realized when the stick turned blue it wasn't the flu. Morning sickness had struck her while she was waiting in the reception area for Diggle to come and escort her. Without having to actually be told, there was something about the vibes, and there was something about the way that Isobel was looking at Oliver and the frown on Felicity's face. She couldn't control the tears that were streaming down her face as she left her half-drunken can of ginger ale and almost ran out of the room.

The breaking news story that flashed across the counter TV brought her back to the present. She got a funny look from the waiter when the camera panned and she recognized her friend. She left a $10, telling the scrawny youth to keep the change.

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"She didn't even touch her ginger ale," the receptionist chimed in.

"Did she say why she was here?" Oliver asked the young red-head.

"No, Mr. Queen, but she did have to visit the ladies' while she was waiting for Mr. Diggle."

It was Felicity who brought their attention to the breaking news story.

"What the..." Diggle exclaimed when they saw the two men fighting and the police officer trying to intervene, gun drawn.

"Dig, we need to find her." Oliver's eyes were still on the TV monitor.

"I can activate her purse tracer," Felicity offered.

Oliver slowly turned his attention to Felicity. "Yeah…do that," he said softly.