Earth 14

FBI Snart/Cop Lance

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A/N:All of these were originally posted on Ao3 with graphics. (See end for more notes)

"I mean, they just come in here and take over, like we haven't been working this from the beginning. Oh the big bad FBI coming in here to save us puny cops from our incompetence."

"Uh huh."

"Are you even listening to me, Felicity?" Sara asked a bit outraged as she finally turned her attention on the small blonde.

"Of course." Felicity replied never looking away from her computer screen. "You think Agent Snart is hot."

Sara stopped her pacing short and looked at her best friend incredulously. "How the hell did you get that from what I just said?"

Felicity looked up sending Sara an incredulous look of her own. "Sara, you have a type. You always have for as long as I've known you."

"Oh yeah, and what's that?"

"Cold, aloof, assholes." Felicity replied matter of fact.

"I do not." Sara defended crossing her arms.

"Yeah, you do. You like assholes." Felicity hesitated. "Not asshole, assholes, like literal, I mean like…"

"I get it Fee." Sara cut her off. "But you're wrong. I can't stand Agent Mc Smug or his cute face." Sara grouched, beginning her pacing again.

"Cute face?" Felicity smirked.

"What?"

"You said cute face. You said he had a cute face." she clarified.

"No, I didn't I said stupid. He has a stupid face."

Before Felicity could respond, Sara's phone went off with a text alert. She checked it.

"It's Laurel, there's a problem with our search warrant." Sara explained. She clipped her phone back to her belt as she headed for the door. "I gotta go, but let me know if you find anything on the victim's laptop."

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Sara sighed, steeling herself to enter the bullpen as she caught sight of said agent waiting beside her desk. "Detective Lance." Agent Leonard Snart greeted her and she resisted the urge to introduce his nose to her fist.

"What do you want Snart?" she asked none too friendly as she pulled out her seat and plopped down in it. She was not in the mood to put up with whatever crap he was about to drop on her. "Have you come to stall our investigation some more?"

Leonard smirked, perching on the edge of her desk. It only seemed to amuse him more when she glared at him for it. "I heard you were having trouble with your warrant." he told her.

"So?" she sighed not at all impressed by his information. She suspected, at least in part, that the feds had done something to block said warrant to begin with.

This case was a mess from the very beginning. From the young college co-ed murdered outside the campus library, then her ransacked dorm room. It turned out the young woman was a journalism major and was working on a story that could hurt a lot of people's futures, thought they didn't know the nature, they suspected. The kind of story that caught the FBI's attention. And from the very beginning, through the difficult scene and the mess of information, the FBI had been breathing down their throats, withholding vital information and altogether working against them as they tried to find justice for their victim.

"So, I know why." Snart told her, leaning into her personal space. He was challenging her and Sara Lance, daughter of Star City's Chief of Police, sister of the District Attorney, was never one to back down from a challenge. Ever. She leaned forward into his space.

"Oh yeah, and why would a judge block my warrant? Could it be a higher power convinced him to, say, the FBI, because heaven forbid you actually work with us lowly cops."

Leonard's smirk dropped as they stared each other down. The tension growing between them.

"What's going on?" her partners voice cut through the tension as he entered the bullpen. Detective Jefferson "Jax" Jackson, accompanied by their S/O Lieutenant Lyla Diggle. Leonard finally pulled away and stood from the edge of her desk, turning to Lyla.

"Is there somewhere we can all speak in private?" he questioned and Lyla looked over at Sara before returning her gaze to Leonard and nodding. She then led them into her office, closing the door behind them.

"What's this about Agent?" she asked, taking a seat behind her desk as the two cops and agent spread out around her office. Sara made sure to put as much space between herself and Leonard as possible.

"Your victim was working on a story about drugs on campus. She contacted the FBI about six months ago to let us know that she had an in with the supplier. She was told not to do anything reckless and that an agent would be out to look at her research. From what we can tell no agent was ever dispatched."

"And what does this have to do with our warrant?" Sara asked barely containing her anger. She'd known from the beginning that they were withholding information but hearing it from him now just seemed to make it worse.

"We've been watching the campus for about two years now, trying to pinpoint their center of operations but their smart, no paper trail, no digital trail, everything is word of mouth."

"Which makes it unreliable, and less likely to be convincing to a jury." Jax added.

"Exactly. There's nothing, that is until we stumbled across a newbie in the ring."

"And who is that?" Lyla asked.

"Kyle Harrington. Judge Harrington's son."

"The same judge who denied our warrant." Sara sat up a little straighter, now very interested in what Leonard had to say. "Which means he suspects his son might have something to do with our vic's death."

"Possibly. We believe someone tipped him off that his son was under surveillance. One minute he's bragging to anyone who'll listen and the next he won't even give you the time of day."

"Wait a minute." Sara cut in. "If he's out doing what you say he was, bragging, then wouldn't that make him a liability? Why hasn't the ring taken him out?"

"Maybe they know who his father is? Don't want bring that kind of heat down on them." Jax suggested.

"That was our reasoning." Leonard replied.

"Alright, so someone tips off the only lead you have inside the ring then kills the woman who did in six month what you barely accomplished in two years." Sara worked it out, outloud earning herself a glare from Leonard and an amused smirk from her partner.

"That is what it seems, yes." Leonard finally replied as a knock sounded at the door. Lyla called them in and the door opened to reveal Felicity. Sara stood from her chair as the younger woman stepped in and closed the door behind her.

"What did you find?" Sara asked. Felicity straightened her tablet in her hands and tapped a few commands on it before turning it so everyone could see the screen.

"I found this in a hidden file on her hard drive. It was wirelessly transmitted to the laptop minutes before her estimated time of death."

The video rolled when she hit play. Their victim was hiding behind a hedge, peeking out just enough for her pin camera to capture a drug deal going down outside the Campus library. When the buyer was gone, the dealer turned to leave only to spot the victim in the bushes and run after her. They could hear her labored breathing as she ran away and then she came to a jerking stop, collapsing on the ground.

"She filmed her murder." Jax stated.

"And her killer." Felicity added as the video continued to role. Hands came into frame as they turned her body over and then they could see his face just long enough to ID him before he pulled the camera from her person and the feed went black.

"We got him."

xXx

"That was a hell of an arrest." Leonard's voice was soft in the nearly empty bullpen. Sara turned from where she was boxing up files. "How's your shoulder?" he asked. She shrugged only to wince as she pulled at the bruised muscle.

The perp was easy to find, but he didn't go down that way. When he realized he'd been figured out he ran and Sara, never one to let a suspect go, ran after him. It didn't help that the perp was a practitioner of parkour, or that he ran track, but between Sara and Jax they caught up to him but not before Sara had to tackle him to the ground. She may or may not have put more shoulder into it than absolutely necessary.

"Something I can help you with Agent?" she asked turning back to her task. She heard him sigh before she felt him move up behind her. She turned to face him, only to realize that he was closer than she realized. She caught his eye, bright blue, usually bored, looking down at her with the kind of passion she wasn't aware he was capable of.

"I was wondering if you'd had dinner yet?" he asked, hands in his pockets as if attempting to remain unaffected.

"Uh, no, I was just going to grab something at home." she told him and he nodded looking away for a moment before looking back at her.

"Well I thought maybe you'd let me buy you dinner then." he continued and she was struck by how hopeful he looked. No matter what she said about him previously, or how she pretended to really feel, she didn't have the heart to crush that hope.

"Um… yeah...sure…" she finally replied. "Just, uh, give me a minute?"

He nodded, backing up. "Of course, I'll meet you downstairs." he gestured over his shoulder until she nodded her ascent and he turned for the elevators.

She watched him walk away, fighting the blush that threatened to consume her whole face. "Crap." she muttered to herself finishing her task before grabbing her jacket off the back of the chair and heading for the elevators.

"I hate it when Felicity's right."

A/N: All of these chapters are just the beginning and once the first ten are finished I will go back and continue each Earth in order.