ARROW:

Not good, not good, not good! Felicity was running late to work. She had worked late at the office yesterday, then rushed over to the foundry to get more information on their target that they were planning on eliminating that night. Sometimes she felt like her life was nothing but a game of balance. One day the scales would tip against her favor and then she knows she'll be sorry…except she probably won't be sorry for any of it. How could she? She gained a family and purpose when she dragged him bleeding out of her car that night. She wouldn't trade that for anything, even if it meant not rushing to work with coffee stains already in place on her cream blouse at nine in the morning with only four hours of sleep under her belt. Yeah, today was going to suck.

When she got to the office she made hasty apologies and excuses, to Isabel, who wasn't even her boss. She picked up the office mail from Judy in the mail room. Of course Judy was always jealous of Felicity because she worked so closely with Oliver, so before she could leave with her mail she had to listen to Judy's barely veiled attempts at bringing down her self-worth. As the mail exchanged hands Felicity bolted out of the room so fast, in the middle of Judy pointing out the giant bags under her eyes, that anyone watching her would get whiplash. As if she needed anyone else to nitpick her every fault. She had a vengeful self-esteem monster and overbearing mother for that.

Finally in the office she spies an empty desk where Oliver Queen should already be. Thankfully she doesn't have to send search parties because at that moment Diggle exits the elevator and lets her know that Oliver got a call from Detective Lance about some sort of police business. The Detective had been leaving him alone more and this impromptu call was probably him finding out how much Oliver knew about Felicity's involvement with the Vigilante. Thankfully he still hadn't discovered that Oliver was The Arrow. Hopefully he never would.

"Hey, Felicity. I think you dropped this" she spun around just in time to see Diggle bending to pick an envelope off of the floor. He examined the letter in his hand before handing it over and she did the same when it was in her grasp. It was a plain, white square envelope with only her name scrawled in crimson script on the front. The back showed nothing except a wax seal. The seal was also crimson colored with strange symbols littering it. The shape of a bow and arrow caught her eye and drew it away from the other strange markings.

"Well, who's it from? Does Felicity Smoak have a secret admirer?" He gave a fake gasp paired with a mock shocked face.

"If she did, it would be a surprise to her. Although what's more surprising is that Judy in the mail room didn't open it first" she countered.

"That's probably because it's sealed shut. She didn't want you to know...So what are you waiting for? I want to know what mortal I'll have to threaten with bodily harm" giving her a gentle smile he playfully nudged her shoulder. With that she glanced back down at the envelope in her hands. She let out a shaky breath as if the envelope would eat her alive, which is a crazy thought, and gently peeled back the seal. She was being especially careful not to ruin such a beautiful marking. When the top of the envelope was pulled back everything went dark as a puff of purple smoke wafted in front of her. Felicity dropped to her knees and instantaneously passed out along with Diggle.

Sometime later Felicity finally began returning to consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes. What she saw drew out only "What the..."

Becoming acting CEO of Queen Consolidated was never part of the plan. Why would he think that there wouldn't be variables thrown in to discredit his entire plan? Why would he think that anything he thought up would work out how he imagined?
Some things turned out better than he thought. Having Diggle and Felicity around to constantly back him up was so much better than the original alternative. But this...he could never get enough sleep. Being CEO meant long days at the office sitting for meetings, working through mergers, and schmoosing investors for a shakedown. Then his work as The Arrow provides him with long stressful nights of fighting crime outside the law. Not only does he have to take down the bad guys he also needs to make sure that the good guys don't catch him either.

Today he is running late because he only got five hours of sleep that night. He should be used to not sleeping long, but it's been a while since the island and the groggy feeling never really leaves you. So now its eight thirty. Just as he shuts the door to the car his phone lets him know, blaringly, that Detective Lance wants his attention.

"Hello Detective" Oliver answered immediately.

"What does it say about you that you have my number programmed to your phone and me to have you on my speed dial?"

"That you secretly like me? And our meetings have nothing to do me actually doing anything wrong?"

"Charming, Queen. Can you come meet me at a diner? I have a few questions to ask you. Mind you, if you say no, I will bring my handcuffs to your office"

"Well in that case, would you like to have breakfast with me Detective?"
"South street diner in fifteen minutes" with that Lance hung up.

Climbing out of the car Oliver informed Diggle where he was going.

"Let me take you over there" Dig insisted.

"It's okay Dig. I'll take my bike. I want you to stay with Felicity, just in case" The truth was that he didn't want to take any chances. After the Barry fiasco he's come to realize just how important she is to the team...yeah, the team.

"It's probably nothing, but I want to make sure as soon as possible"

"Alright. Be careful man"

When he reached the diner Lance was sitting in a booth toward the back. Sliding in across from the Detective he waited for the older man to initiate the conversation. He sipped his coffee patiently when Lance said, "Thank you for coming. I just have a few questions, unofficially,"

"So I gathered by the diner instead of police station"

"How well do you know Miss. Smoak?" He asked taking another sip of his coffee.

"She's my EA. I rely on her for a specific skill set that I lack. Why?" He had just finished his coffee. Between the wait for the Detective to speak and his desperate need since last night, the coffee had never stood a chance. Lance stayed quiet while the waitress refilled Oliver's cup and slipped an envelope across the table toward him. They both stared at the envelope with his name written on it. When questioned, the waitress said that someone had just come in and asked her to give it to that gentleman.

He examined the envelope carefully, trying to discern anything that he could. It was a plain white envelope with only his name in crimson ink across the smooth surface, jutting out like a scar. The back held only a crimson seal with what appeared to be drawings of some kind. His eyes were immediately drawn to the bow and arrow. His concentration was broken when the Detective moved closer to him.

"Well, you going to open it or gape at it all day?"

"Alright, alright. Here goes nothing" he murmured looking back down to the bow and arrow etched into the seal once more before carefully opening the envelope. Once the front was peeled back both men gaped momentarily at the soft swirl of ominous purple smoke billowing from inside before they both collapsed to the floor unconscious.

As they began to wake, all of Oliver's limbs hung heavy on his body. He felt a low thrumming of pain throughout his body. He was jerked awake when he heard a soft groan of pain and murmured "what the..." He immediately opened his eyes and saw Felicity lying next to him gaping around the room. When he moved to follow her gaze he let out his own " What the..."

GRIMM:

Is it just Nick or does it seem like more people in this world are Wesen as opposed to not. Either way here he is, another day another case. He and Hank just finished working a case about a Hollentier murdering his home invasion victims. It was severely gruesome. They're not named after hell hounds for nothing. Although he was not the sharpest knife in the block, he was a force to be reckoned with. His hideous bared teeth and ugly snout. The feel of his sickly leather-like skin was enough to make Nick's crawl. And to top it off he's one of the only kinds of Wesen that doesn't have the sense to be afraid of Grimms. Now, he's filling out more paperwork than god made paper. Hank went home minutes ago after he'd been attacked by the Wesen in full woge. Nick had gracefully offered to do the paperwork, even though he'd been the one to capture the perp.

An hour into the files is too long but he's tired and sailing at half mast, the Captain stops by his desk on his way out to chit chat about the details of the case. As they're discussing the idiocy of Hollentier Sargent Wu joins the party.

"Hey Nick. You know I've been thinking about changing my career paths" Wu says sardonically, while waving an envelope through the air.

"Yeah, why is that?" The Captain asked after a moment of silence when Nick refused to take the bait.

"Thank you for asking. Well some kid in green tights just asked me to deliver this to Detective Burckhardt. I thought I was a pretty good officer, but it turns out that I'm an even better delivery boy"

Nick perked up at the mention of a delivery staring at Wu in confusion before asking, "What kid?" After failing to locate the boy in tights he changed his question, "What's the delivery?" As a reward for asking the right question Wu handed over the envelope. As Nick considered the crimson lettering against the white of the envelope his attention was drawn back to Sargent Wu.

"No tip?" He stuck his hand out in question, gesturing.

"Oh right. Next time, say no" then he shook Wu's hand and looked back to the envelope in question as Wu walked away.

The Captain had been quiet in his perch against the side of Nick's desk scrutinized the envelope just as much as Nick. "There's a seal on the back. Do you recognize it?" He pointed to the other side as Nick flipped it around to take in the images that lay there.

"No. I've never seen it before. Have you?" He handed the item in question over for review. After a moment the Captain replied in the negative.

"The fact that I'm a Grimm is not that well-kept of a secret. This could be from any Wesen for any reason...should I open it? Then again it could be...I'm going to open it" he stared at the images on the seal again. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was something important. These images meant something; they were a clue to this puzzle. One such image caught his attention momentarily. It was a stop watch, half opened. The cover of the watch was marked with a G. Shaking off the foreboding feelings he carefully opened the envelope. A gust of green smoke cascaded from inside causing both men to pass out instantaneously.

Waking wasn't too hard. Nick had been drugged before and the extra tetradotoxin, courtesy of the famed Cracher-Mortel, had made his immune system pristine. Captain Renard was no stranger to druggings either. Both collected themselves rather quickly and after a fast look around the room the Captain was the first to break the silence, "Guess you shouldn't have opened it"

Another day, another clock. Just the way Monroe liked it. Listening to the calming tick tock all day was nice. Sometimes when he worked he'd even put on some classical music to get more immersed. His family came from a long line of clock folk and it was what he loved to do. He loved to fix clocks, watches, anything really. He could appreciate the intricacies. The originality and creativity of the exterior designs, as well as, the mechanisms.

Monroe genuinely loved what he did, but after dinner with Rosalee's family last week he's been wondering if it's enough. Maybe Rosalee deserved better than just a clock repair man. Sure he got clocks from all over the world, but maybe he just isn't enough for her. The rational part of him knew that his sister was only venting her anger when she made the quips about his career, but the irrational self-conscious part is worried that she'll realize she's too good for him and leave.

He's so consumed by his thoughts that he hardly notices the slip of paper that falls to the floor next to him as if by some form of magic. The slight envelope feels light in his hands as if he was holding only air. The crimson is reminiscent of blood putting him immediately on edge. His name is written in beautiful script. For a moment he takes in the beauty of it. Then his attention is drawn to the seal on the back. In an instant his eyes focus on the clock image within the seal. What could the G mean? His thoughts are not long forgotten because his mind turns back to Rosalee once again as he absentmindedly begins to open the envelope. He is struck internally silent when a torrent of green smoke fills the space in front of him and everything shuts down.

The pain in his head is so intense that for a moment he wonders if he fell off the wagon last night. Its feels like he's withdrawing from meat all over again. As he stumbles around trying to get his bearings he's awed at the picture in front of him, "Well, you could've just asked me to come over"

ONCE UPON A TIME:

Although the curse was broken, quite a while ago, there was an unspoken agreement throughout the town that so long as they remained in Storybrooke they would continue to play the roles assigned to them. That was why Rumplestiltskin was currently walking toward his shop at eight in the morning. Hopefully it was like most days when he would go hours without someone stumbling into his shop. Unfortunately it looked as though today would not be that kind.

The first customer to walk in had tried to buy back his fishing pole that had belonged to his great grandfather. It had been made of enchanted wood, which was how it stayed so pristine. Rumple had gained it in a deal with the man's father in a precious deal for money to pay his overwhelming debts. The threat of debtor's prison was a pressing one at the time of the deal and it was his most prized possession so Rumple took it. After twenty minutes of negotiations Rumple did something he's not frequently done. He was growing irritated, the pole was of no importance to him, so he took pity on the man and let him have it for a steal. After he hurriedly left Rumplestiltskin went to the back room to go over some inventory. Not fifteen minutes later there was the telltale sound of the bell ringing above the door as it opened and closed.

His second customer of the day was not unwelcome at all. No matter how unwelcome his third was. Belle was the next patron to walk through the door. A bright smile lit up his face when he laid eyes on her. "Hey. What a surprise. To what do I owe the honor?"

"Good morning Rumple" she leaned over to kiss him, "...again. I was on my way out of the house today when I saw this..." she held up a plain envelope "taped to the door. I have to go open the library now, but I wanted to drop this off in case it's important" then she gingerly laid it on the counter.

"You didn't want to open it?"

"I would never open someone else's mail...okay, so I was very curious but its sealed shut" He smiled at that. Her curiosity often got her into trouble.

"You could stay while I open it if you want your curiosity sated"

"That's very tempting. I can't though, I'm already late and I offered to help Ruby find some specialty medical books first thing. Promise to tell me when we get home tonight?"

"Of course. I'll see you then" with a parting kiss, Belle began out the door. It opened as she reached it giving way to Captain Hook. Always the gentleman he held the door open for Belle, giving a quick bow as she slipped through. She smiled sweetly to the Captain before taking her leave.

The third customer this morning was Captain Hook himself. Looking down to scrutinize the envelope taking residence on his counter he barely spared a look at Hook while he asked, "To what do I owe this displeasure?" He picked up the envelope and shuffled it around in his hands. The front was just a common white envelope with crimson lettering scrawled across the middle, then a crimson seal on the back keeping it together.

"I want to call a truce between us. I'm willing to let go of my revenge on the premise that neither of us are seek the other out unless absolutely necessary" Hook was watching him with an air of wariness because there was every chance that he would try to strike him down right then, but he wasn't even looking at him.

"Hello? Are you listening? What's in the envelope?"

Rumple hadn't really been listening to Hook. At the mention of the envelope though, he looked up from the etching of a swan holding a dagger in its mouth that he had been intently staring at. What could this mean?

"Nothing. Yes, I heard you, Pirate. This little change of heart wouldn't have anything to do with you wishing to court Miss Swan, would it?" After a moment of heated silence where Hook plastered a scowl to his face and Rumplestiltskin looked slightly amused at the Captain's displeasure he acquiesced. "Alright, I accept the truce. Is there anything else that you needed?" Rumple looked down at the envelope again before he'd finished speaking. He began to tentatively peel back the seal.

"No. That's all" Hook hesitated a moment before beginning to back out of the shop. There was something very wrong with Rumple. Even though he shouldn't care, he did have a niggling feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong. As Rumple pulled back the top Hook froze to the spot. They both stared at the burst of light that erupted and knocked them both into unconscious heaps where they stood.

Who knows how long it was before they awoke. But when they did they looked first to each other and then around the room. All that could be heard was a murmured "Gods..."

Beep beep beep!
Feeling groggy Emma could barely lift herself from the bed. It felt like there was a fog inside of her brain. Hopefully Tom Welling wasn't fighting ghost pirates in her fog though. Wait, that was weird. She shouldn't have watched that movie last night. Especially if she was going to consume so much alcohol. Wearily she got out of bed and dressed. No matter what she was feeling she had to go to work. If she didn't she'd just sit at home feeling sorry for herself. And either way, crime never takes a sick day, right?

Finally at the station she unlocked the door to her office and dropped her head to her desk. Sudden sharp raps on the door made her groan then raise her head too fast.

"Miss Swan...you have something right there" Regina gestured to her forehead. She reached up her hand and she did in fact have something stuck to her head. She pulled back a square plain envelope with her name written across the front in crimson ink.

"What the...did you leave this here?" She asked a bewildered Regina.

"No. I just came by to see if you had a minute to talk about Henry"

"Yeah," she glanced back down at the letter. She turned it in her hands over and over until she gestured to the seat in front of her, "sure. Take a seat" She was in the process of investigating the crimson seal on the back. There were four pictures on the back. The one that drew her attention the most was a swan carrying a dagger in its beak. "What about Henry?"

"Well this weekend is my birthday and I was hoping that Henry could stay over at my house. I'd pick him up Friday night and drop him off at school on Monday morning"

Emma finally looked up at from the seal, "That sounds alright. I'll run it by Henry, but I'm sure he'd be okay with it. I don't want to fight you anymore Regina. I get that you raised him too, but I don't want any magic around him used to hurt" Emma looks back down at the envelope in her hand and began to open it, making sure to keep the seal intact.

"I know, but you have to understand I'm trying really hard to put everything behind me for him...what in the..." she allowed her sentence to trail off as they both stared at the bright flash of light erupting from the inside.

As the women awoke there were multiple grunts followed by halfhearted attempts to get up. Everything hurt and their heads were pounding harder than the drums of Jumanji. When she finally felt calm enough to try Emma peeled her eyes open slowly and glanced around, "shit!"

SUPERNATURAL:

It had been a week since Lavern and Shirley set Crowley free in exchange for saving Moose. It's always difficult when playing against the Winchesters, but never boring. Well, except last time, sitting shackled in a dark, cold basement is nothing but boring. They managed to capture the King of Hell and now Abaddon was irritating the crap out of him. Of course he was going to win, after all he appealed to the true essence of victory, giving his demons a "choice" instead of hindering himself in their view. They were loyal and fearful of him, especially knowing that he IS alive. Vote for Crowley is plastered across Hell by now.

So here he sits in a moment of silence contemplating everything. The angels disbarred from Heaven, Castiel is running amuck with another angel's grace, the Winchesters getting stronger, they'd have to be to get the drop on him, and now an impending civil war within Hell. How did things manage to get so messy? Oh yes, Sam and Dean were born. He was ruminating further when an envelope fell from the sky as if by magic. "What the bloody hell is this?" He reached for the card and tousled it about in his hands. He first read his own name in crimson script, and then turned it around to the same colored seal. What attracted his eye was an image on the seal itself of a pentagram with a W through the center. "That's odd. Well let's have a look see shall we?" Quickly he set the envelope lengthwise and ripped the side open. A mist appeared from within and he collapsed onto the ground.

As he awoke Crowley opened his eyes to determine what had happened then his gaze locked on a figure a few feet away, "Just as I thought. Not even a week and you had to send me a love note..."

Living on the road without Sam tore at his heart. It was hard to drive through different states drifting in the wind. This was getting depressing. He was staying at a cheap motel again. It was nothing like his room back home at the Men of Letters bunker. He'd always known this day would come; hope as he might to prolong it. Dean tried to quell Sam's own inability to believe they would stay at the bunker for the rest of their hunting lives, but he should've known better himself. Sam was right about everything. It was stupid to think that after all this time anything could go well for them. His greatest mistake was agreeing to let fake-non-Zeke in. Even if Sam had wanted to die, he couldn't let him. He never could. This was just another consequence of saving his life again. Hopefully by leaving him this could be the last time he has to save Sam's life from Death's old fingers. He'd go back to Hell a hundred times over to keep him safe. In a way this was his own personal hell.

When he opened the door to his room there was no one to greet him, he hadn't even wanted to pick up a chick, instead just a blank envelope laid on his floor. It was probably slipped under the door. He debated whether or not to open it for some time. After he read and reread his name in ink on the front and stared at the images on the seal he decided that he wished Sam was there. "Sammy would know what to do. Damn it, what the crap is this?" A few minutes passed like that. He was experienced enough now not to let his guard down. Everyone was after the Winchesters. Monsters hated him, angels hated him and demons hated him. Who the hell would leave this letter? Why didn't they just break down the door if they knew he was there? His name wasn't written in blood but the color was ominous as fuck and he didn't know what to make of it. So he called Cas.

"Hey man, are you there? I know you're probably busy helping Sam, but I really need you right now. I got this crazy letter Cas. Did you send it?" After a few more minutes passed, he paused his pacing and glanced up at the ceiling, "Come on, man, really?" With a frustrated sigh he said screw it and ripped open the letter. Suddenly a burst of mist wafted into the air from the remains of the envelope surrendering Dean unconscious.

When he awoke groggy and in pain, he suddenly wished that he'd followed Tessa into oblivion in that hospital. As he opened his eyes viewing the imposing figure across from him as well as their surroundings he uttered a murmured, "Goddamn!"