Author's Notes : Hi everyone ! Here's the new chapter ! I saw that had readers but no reviews. Please, review, it would help a lot to improve my english and to improve the story. I really need to know your feeling about the story, so I can know where I will go for the futures chapters. So, here's the new chapter, a lot longer than the first one. I hope you'll enjoy it ! Good Reading !

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They arrived in an abandoned warehouse near the harbor. Behind it, there were machines and chains starting to rust. The first thing that attracted the eye was the arrows. One was high on an engine and another was planted in the floor.

During the drive, Quentin had told Lucy about the vigilante's case, so she was aware of the problem. If it was really a problem… She could not help but thinking that despite his crimes, he was trying to help the city, and that it was foolish to blame his actions, because, at least, he was trying to do something for Starling. But knowing Lance, even since a short time, she kept these thoughts in her mind… For now.

They walked, followed by two policemen. Quentin was about to say something when Lucy spoke first :

« You ! » she was pointing the first policeman. « Make a perimeter here. I don't want anyone else here, especially the press if they have heard about this. And you… » she was pointing at the other. « Make pictures from every angles possible. May be, we should be able to determine where the vigilante was standing and where he has escaped. Then, you'll take the arrows and check on them for every possible clues. Clear ? »

The two men did as they were told. Quentin watched the all scene, mouth open in shock. He was half admirative and half angry about what had just happened. Clearly, she was very good and very reactive, and he admire her for this : it was rare to see such a woman in the police. But then he was angry because she has just arrived an hour ago and was already doing his job with authority and she was listened to. While the two police officers were doing what Lucy had told them, Quentin went just in front of her, with an irritated face :

« You know, that's my job and… Well, I could have done that. I may be not just as fast as you, but you did my job besides you're my partner, and normally I'm sort of 'chief' for you, so… »

« Okay… Listen. I'm your partner but, I'm not here just for showing and stand right here, doing nothing. Maybe Hilton used to do this and listen to you like a good dog, but I've work for two of the bests security service in the world : you can't expect me to do nothing and not react when we're working on a case. I just can't. I'm sorry, but I'm used to act fast, because I've learned to, so, just don't get angry about it. I think it's good for both of us to work together with our own methods so we can learn from each other. It's no use to fight about who do the job or not. »

Quentin stared at her, trying to find something to say but he couldn't. It was the first time someone, except Carter, talked to him like this. Usually, when he looked angry or upset, nobody dares confront him in any way. But this girl, this woman, was very different : she had character ! Thinking about it, Lance admitted that she was a bit like him, not letting anyone turn her down. A half smile spread across his lips, even if he was still a little bit angry : he will not be beat by a woman ! Lucy stared, not saying anything. One of the policemen broke their silence :

« Detective Lance, detective Harrison ! I made the perimeter but there's like three journalists and few photographers who really want to go inside. I think they will use another way to get here. »

« So block the other ways ! » They said at the same time.

They looked at each others for a second before the officer answered. He left them, running to avoid the press entrance. Quentin, irritated to see that Lucy had said the same thing as him, turned, hands on his hips, and shouted to the other policeman :

« Hey you ! Go faster if you don't want to do the traffic next time ! »

The young man nodded rapidly and acclerated his investigations. Lance turned and began pacing. This day was really beginning to be rotten. He had to have a new partner without knowing it, and it was a woman about Laurel's age, who was as good as him, if not better ! No, she wasn't better than him, he thought. She was good and it was just that he was not used to see a woman like her in the police, that was why he thought it exceptionnal. God, this was the first time of his life that a woman troubled his mind like this. For that, he was more angry than before against Lucy. How dare she ? She seems so confident as if all she was doing was right and a due to her. Quentin was really upset and he couldn't remember when he had been like this before.

In Lucy's mind, it was almost the same. Yes, she knew about detective Lance's past five years and how difficult it must had been to him and how it could have changed him, but now, he was really unbearable. He acted like a little macho who wanted to show that he was the chief : it was so pathetic. And all that for what ? Because she has dared to react faster than him ! The young woman tried her best to calm down : after all, he may not has fully recovered about all he's been through. This thought made resurface some memories to Lucy and she tried to push them away. It was a long time ago, but still now, it hurt. She sighed, eyes closed, to regain control. When she opened them, Quentin was still pacing. She was going to tell him to stop when the officer came back with an arrow in a hand and something else in the other.

« I found something ! »

« What is it ? » Said Lance, Lucy forcing herself to remain silent.

« I was checking this arrow up there when I saw it. A piece of cloth right on the arrowhead and a card of Cleaners', a dyeing, just under my feet. »

« Good job… er ? »

« Higgins, detective Harrison ! Mike Higgins. »

« Good job Higgins. We find the owner of this clothe and we'll know more about all this ! »

« Let's go to the police station, some may analyze all this. » said Lance at last.

Quentin had managed to calm down a little. He was even a bit angry against him. This poor girl has just arrived and he was acting wrong, him who always tried to be the good example. He wanted to be less rough with her, but then, the idea of her doing and trying to steal his job came to his mind and he pushed away the thought of being kind. Their way to the station was silent and quick. When they arrived, Quentin gave the piece of cloth of some officers who would research all dyeing's bills from Cleaners' to find the owner.

While they waited, Quentin was sitting in his chair, in front of his desk and Lucy was standing up, in front of him. What a gentleman, she thought ironically. He wasn't even paying any attention to her. She was fuming, and it started out before she could control herself :

« What's your problem with me ? » She snapped, her eyes looking as if they could kill anyone.

« I haven't any problem with you. » He said, frowning

« Don't make me believe this. Not to me. »

He paused, took a deap breathe and then answered :

« You really want to know ? I don't really like you. »

« Can I know why ? I mean… I've just arrived. »

He remain silent and said nothing. In fact, if he said the real truth to her, it was admitting that she could be better than him and have some power over him. He was trying to find something to reply, when came Higgins :

« Detectives ! We found it ! The piece of cloth, the owner. His name's Gartner, Luis Gartner. And, we found him on one of the strips of surveillance cameras. We got the adress. »

« Let's go then. » Said Lance

Lucy nodded, almost forgetting what he has said : when she had to react, she was focused on her mission, nothing else.