Author's Notes : Hi everyone ! If you're here, fist of all : THANK YOU ! So... This is my first fanfic ever. I had many ideas before but I never wrote them. So I'll begin with an Arrow fanfic. To say the turth, I wanted to write this fic because when I wanted to read fanfiction about Quentin Lance, first : there were not much of them. Second : he's always pairing with Oliver. I really respect people who like this ship but I think Quentin deserved better than that, so I started this fic ! I hope you'll like it ! And I want to apologise before you start reading : english is not my first language so I'm sorry if I make some mistakes. Please, if there's something wrong with some words or sentences, tell me, so I will improve :) ! So good reading and don't forget to review the story, it will help me a lot and make my day !
Disclaimer : I do not own nothing. All the rights of Arrow, this wonderful show, are for their rightful owners. Only new characters, strangers to the fic, that I created are mine.
It was a bright sunny morning in Starling City. The police station was slowly begining to wake up and few officers were already here, drinking a coffee or reading some papers about their actual cases. Quentin Lance was one of them. He had always been one of the firsts to arrive and one of the lasts to leave. He was an exemple for everyone because he put his duty above all the rest. Some said that sometimes he needed to rest a little and to be more with his daugther, but they never had the courage to tell him. In fact, although he was really respected, the most of the others policemen and women feared him. He has his temper and since his daughter's death and her wife's departure, it was worse. Nonetheless, he was a very good cop on whom we could count on, and he was a trustful man.
This morning, he was in front of his desk, with a cup of coffee, drinking it slowly as he was putting some order with all of the papers that were on his desk, when the police chief, Dwayne Carter, arrived with a woman. Quentin looked at her, while he was taking another sip of his coffee. She was taller than most of women, but still smaller than him, for little. She had brown hair that fell on her shoulders, brown eyes, beautiful ones, and pretty lips. She seemed to be older than Laurel but not from far.
« Lance, I want to introduce you to detective Harrison. She will be your new partner. » said Carter
Quentin stopped, with his cup near his lips, looking at them :
« Don't need a partner. I've already one. »
« Hilton left to join his mother and sister in San Diego. Mother's wanted her son back if I remember, plus she's old and will pass away in few years, so he wanted to be by her side. »
« He didn't tell me. » he answered, putting his cup on his desk. « But I repeat : I don't need a partner, a blue even less. »
« She's far from a rookie Lance, I assure you. She had worked in Scotland Yard and in the CBI. Believe me, she's really good. And, however, it's not a question but an order, so you'll have a partner and don't dare argue. »
Quentin sighed in defeat with his hands up. Carter nodded and left, letting Lance and Harrison alone.
« What's your name ? » he asked her
« Lucy, detective. Nice to meet you. »
« Well… Guess I've to say the same. Nice to meet you Lucy Harrison. » he said, shaking her hand.
She had a small smile on her face, looking at him. She had already heard about detective Lance. She knew about his daugther, Sara, and his wife : Carter had told her. Knowing this, she understood better his looking, with his unshaved face and his tired eyes. Quentin broke her thoughts, asking :
« You english ? »
« Oh no ! » she said in a chuckle. « I was born in Mineapolis, in Minnesota. But my parents and I moved to London when I was 13. »
« Oh… Okay. » He said, half embarassed because of his question.
There was a long silence between them. Lucy, looked around to be used to her new place of work. This room wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. There were lots of people here and the noise of phones ringing and conversations was growing. She open her mouth to say something but nothing came, so she closed it. Quentin was watching her and after a moment, he spoke :
« Well… Did you have a visit ? »
« Oh er, yes. Yes I have. »
The silence was back again. Quentin was not used to novelty and as far as he could remember, Hilton had been his partner. He remembered, Hilton was a new recruit just finishing his school. He had become a good cop. He was back to reality when Lucy spoke :
« So… Do you have any case at the moment, so I can learn what it's about and help you better ? »
« Oh well… We don't have an actual affair, but… We have some big case concerning a vigi… »
He was cut by a young policeman who seemed to have run to his desk. Catching his breath, the young man announced :
« Detective Lance, the vigilante has struck again ! »
Quentin turned his head toward Lucy and with a small movement of his head he indicated to Lucy to follow him.