Panic...panic began to sink in, Felicity heard the shot then felt a white hot searing pain. It tore through her chest. Her knees and legs became limp and she dropped to the ground. She was frozen, she couldn't move. Her heart beat ed erratically. A loud and deep thud flooded her ears. She could feel the warm, thick liquid pouring out around her, draining the life from her. She felt a presence slide on their knees right up next to her body. They placed a hand over her chest and pushed and she whimpered.

'I know It hurts, but just stay with me. The ambulance is on their way, stay with me.' The man's voice held a panicked tone. 'Don't leave me Felicity, stay with me!' She grew tired and struggling to keep her eyes open, slowly her body betrayed her, the person's voice slowly became distant and muffled as her eyes shut. 'I'm too young to die' she thought before everything went black.

Six years later

Felicity sat in her chair in the lair and stared at the screens in front of her, watching Oliver's every move. The picture in front of her was a thermal heat signature view, she saw his body walk from one end of the building to the other when she saw another heat signature heading towards Oliver.

'Heads up oliver, there is a man heading towards you up the southwest staircase behind you.'

'Copy that' He responded. She watched as the other person made their ways towards Oliver, he hid behind a pillar, waiting for the other man, in a matter of seconds and a flurry of moves the man was now laying unconscious on the floor.

'He's subdued, there doesn't seem to be anything here, I'm going to head ba-' Oliver stopped talking and Felicity watched as he moved to a side room.

'What is it? '

'Files, hidden in a desk, I'm going to bring them back with me. Just from the looks of it they seem to be the evidence we were looking for.'

'That's good. Not to rush you or anything but Chaplin should be back at any moment so I would vacate the premises if I were you.'

'Good call, heading back now.' Oliver said then hung up the line. Felicity took out her earpiece and scrubbed her hands over her face. It had been a long night, too long. They had been working on this man, Sedgwick Chaplin for almost a week now. Chaplin was a notorious arms dealer known for making his competition 'disappear' and for being able to evade the law. Felicity stood up and stretched her back. She snapped back into a standing position after she felt a small pull on her chest.

'You alright?' John asked.

'Yeah just backed cracked..weird.' she just turned and walked away before John had a chance to respond. She walked over to the bathroom and unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt and pulled them open revealing her chest. The mirror in front of her portraying herself and unbuttoned shirt. She looked at the small round scar located on the left side of her chest, just barely an inch past her heart. She ran her finger over it and closed her eyes taking a deep breath in.

She heard the door open then shut and she quickly buttoned up her shirt and walked out to greet oliver as he came down the stairs. He placed the file on the table before placing his bow in its case. Felicity walked over to the file and started to flip through it.

'This just says everything that we already know about him, his so called 'legitimate' business, his routine and so on.' She finished frustrated. 'No wonder why this guy is so good at evading the law, he leaves bread crumbs, which seem like damning evidence, only for it to be more information about his day job.'

'There is one thing I their that can lead us too him.'

'Which is?'

'One of the business he listed on their is false, I know this because the name of the CEO is one of his alias he has used before.'

'Which is?'

'Jonathan DeLuca' As soon as that name was said Felicity felt herself clamp up. she knew that name. But it couldn't be. He couldn't be.

'Felicity...Felicity...Fe-lic-ity. ' Oliver said and put a hand on her shoulder snapping her out of her trance.

'What?'

'I was talking about his alias, then you seemed out of it, I called you name like three times. Are you okay?'

Y-yeah, I was just going through the information we've gathered all this time, how I missed it but it must have slipped through the cracks.' When she finished she was out of breath she said everything so fast. 'Oh look at the time, I should go, it's getting late, I will send you two tomorrow in the morning, night.' She said and hurried up the stairs and out the door. Oliver looked over to Digg who just shrugged.

Felicity sped home and ran inside her house, throwing her keys and purse on the table as she rushed into her bedroom. She crouched, grabbing the bed frame and pushed. She pushed again and again, slowly the bed moved into and slanted position, revealing the floor underneath. She got on her knees and grabbed the floorboard in the center, lifting It up, in the ground there was a small safe, she placed placed her thumb on the scanner, it beeped and popped open. Inside there was a gun, and several files with the logo 'Cincinnati Police Department'. She grabbed all the files and went into her kitchen, placing them on the table. She flipped through four before getting to the winner. She flipped through the pages reading through the reports, bits and pieces of the reports stood out, words flashing at her. Person of interest: Johnathan Deluco. Warehouse raid, seven suspects captured. Officer wounded by sniper. Sniper never caught. Officer hospitalized. Suspect still at large, wanted for arms dealing and connection with the shooting of officer Felicity Beck.

Felicity kept reading the last sentence over and over again. Wanted for arms dealing and connection with the shooting of officer Felicity Beck.

She stood up and the chair fell over. She put her hands on the table and took deep breaths, she could fell tears begin form.

'This...this can't be happening.' She cried out. She slowly sat down, her back leaned against one of the legs if the table. She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged her legs and just sat on the ground. The memory of her getting shot replaying in her mind like a broken record. She sat there until she got a text, she looked at saw it was from Oliver, the it hit her. How was she going to keep this from him. She couldn't tell him, she used to be a cop, she never told him, lied to him about her last. She picked up her phone and dialed the only person she thought could help, it rang three times before they picked up.

'We need to talk..' Felicity said.

So this was just a random idea that popped into my head. Not sure if i shoukd continue, let me know what you think! Any feedback is loved, good or bad.