A/N: Hi everyone! I've been on a bit of a hiatus due to getting some real life writing work, but I'm hoping summer hiatus will lead to more fic time. I'm still working on Permanent Stain as well. I haven't forgotten I just wanted to see what season 2 did to that pairing.
This is NOT a sequel to Sharp Arrows. I can't seem to get that working in my brain. This one takes place in the canon universe after the end of season two so big giant SPOILER ALERT! do not read until you are done all of season 2
Disclaimer: all this belongs to CW and DC
Felicity was tapping away at the keyboard faster than she could think. She had the police scanner going in one ear and her phone link to the team going in the other.
" The van is traveling east down 45th towards the docks." She pulled up the map showing everyones current positions. " Dig go north then take the eastbound underpass. You and Roy can cut them off at the port entrance."
"On it." She heard an engine rev as the dot representing her friends began to move faster in parallel to the target on the screen. A third green dot began to move into view behind the escaping criminals. She slid her chair across to another computer and inputted the code to manipulate the stoplights for minimal interference.
"Shouldn't have to worry about cross traffic for at least five minutes Oliver."
" I'll be done in three." Oliver sped up on his motorcycle until he was in range of the white cube van he had been trailing for the past 10 minutes. The van that if he didn't stop, would take ten underage girls far away from home never to be seen again. He shifted his weight further back in an effort to increase stability. Grabbing his bow he fired two arrows, one at each back tire. The rear of the van dropped, skidding and leaving a trail of sparks. He holstered his weapon and sped up again, easily catching the disabled vehicle. Oliver climbed the back as the driver desperately attempted to keep going. He kept his balance, staying low as he moved towards the front. He punched through the driver side window in order to grab the frame and swing down, opening the door as he went. He threw the driver, who's partner had jumped out of the passenger's side as soon as Oliver hit the window, out onto the road. Guiding the decrepit van to as gentle a stop as he could he hit his comm link.
"Call the police, and an ambulance just to be safe. " Making sure to keep his head down, Oliver unlatched the door before gathering his abandoned bike. " I'm on my way back."
" So that's it? Diggle and I drove all the way over here for nothing?" Roy asked annoyed. " I thought I was supposed to help you."
"No one at the docks?" Felicity asked. "Did these guys seriously think they could get 10 girls into a cargo hold of a ship with the promise of modelling contracts? Even getting them into the van took a few funky cocktails."
" No back up, just a small boat. Real DIY operation." Dig explained.
" They just don't make criminal masterminds like they used to." She lamented. "See you guys when you get back here."
Just as Felicity finished email the precinct the exact location of the van, she heard a soft clink behind her. Turning in her chair she smiled as Oliver removed his hood and mask. "Starling PD is on the way to the pick up site." He nodded.
" Any sign of who sent them? That many kidnappings they must have had a client." He leaned against the desk arms crossed.
"Nothing so far. But if there is a client they are going to be very annoyed and probably try to get in touch. So I'll keep the shiny surveillance going for a few days just to see." She looked at her watch. " I know I'm not technically your assistant anymore , but If you were planning on sleeping at all tonight you should probably call it a night. You've got that lawyer thing at 9am.
"I'm fine." Oliver said shrugging. Felicity stared at him. That stare was her weapon and on Oliver it was more powerful than any arrow. "As soon as we debrief." He relented.
"Good. Because as much as I complained, it wasn't that bad of a job, and I wouldn't necessarily mind having it back." Felicity had managed to transfer back to the IT department in the weeks following Isobel Rochev's second, and more permanent death. Queen Consolidated had a new interim CEO and Oliver, along with his legal team, had scheduled a meeting with the board the following morning to discuss how the Queen heirs should be compensated.
" I should probably focus on getting myself employed first."
" Right. That and a place to live." Felicity added.
"I'm fine here." Oliver had been sleeping in the back up lair, which after the foundry was destroyed by Slade's army had become the main lair.
" And when they ask you tomorrow where you are staying?" She pestered. " You don't have enough to get your own place until the mansion sells."
" I'll tell them I'm staying with friends."
"What if they ask for an address?" Oliver went silent as he realized he hadn't thought that far ahead. Felicity grabbed a piece of paper and wrote quickly. She passed it to Oliver "Cheat sheet."
"1426 Waverley?" He asked as she grabbed her bag.
" My place. If anyone asks, you're staying with me. Better than trying to explain where this place is." Felicity started to make her way out just as Diggle and Roy returned " Let me know how it goes."
"What's on the paper?" John asked taking off his extra weapons and putting them back on the rack.
"The address of my new roommate."