Chapter 2
Tamsin laid curled up on the backseat of her truck, but as much as she turned and positioned herself, she just couldn't fall asleep that night.
When she finally decided to give up, she reached under the car seat and pulled out her phone. It only read 01:32 a.m. She gave a loud growl and climbed into the front seat of her truck, reaching for the half empty vodka bottle on the dashboard she took a long sip. Not knowing where the night would take her, the blonde twisted the ignition key, roaring her truck into life, and switched on the lights.
Finishing the bottle of vodka, she found herself in front of the club "Verdant". Tamsin hated the direction her thoughts were taking her that night. All the thinking and coming to terms with what everything meant to her made her dependency on alcohol all the more strong, just another bottle of vodka and she should be good to go for tonight she thought.
Tamsin entered the club, she looked around, the place was packet. To Tamsin's relive she found the most people on the dance floor, leaving the bar almost empty.
Usually this wasn't that kind of place where Tamsin would spent her nights.
But tonight something had guided her there.
Tamsin had already ordered a couple of shots and a bottle of Vodka but there weren't doing it for her to night.
Tamsin watched the Vodka in her glass, there was only a smidge of it left, so she waved at the barkeeper.
Tamsin had finished her 6th shot, until she turned to a woman only two seats to the right of her.
A man had walked up to the her,
He was tall probably around 6'-4", had short hair and around three hundred pounds of muscles. The outlines of his veins were visible on his skin.
"What ya lookin' at sugar? Do you want me to maybe take you somewhere where we can have some fun?" He asked loudly.
The woman was clearly uncomfortable, she shifted away from him in her seat.
"Umm.. No thanks, I'm waiting for someone." The woman stammered.
But the brute didn't care, he tried putting an arm around her waist, she pushed it away, but he only pulled her closer. That's when Tamsin looked up at him.
"Yo asshat, she said no, so I recommend you and your brutes piss off."
The man only smiled nodding towards Tamsin;" Don't be so angry sugar, daddy has enough for you too!" He said while leaning over. He tried to sneak up a hand around Tamsin's waist, which was a big mistake. Tamsin had gotten a hold of his wrist faster then he could realize, twisting it in an unnatural way, the breaking sound was clearly audible.
"The next time a woman says no, try walking away because next time I won't be so kind!" Tamsin whispered into his ear. Tamsin let go of his hand, which sent him flying to the ground, screaming in pain. Some people started to clear out. Tamsin turned in her stool, looking at the 2 other brutes, she rolled her eyes trying to display her boredom. Tamsin was quick to slap away the incoming blow from on of the men, when her last shot of vodka fell to the ground. Tamsin turned looked at it then back at the brute;" You just smashed my brewski, shouldn't have done that!" She said shacking her head, with rage in her eyes. She ducked the next blow from the brute, gripping him by the hem of his shirt, pulling him close, she rammed her knee soundly in his stomach, forcing him to the ground coughing. The other man had taken his time, smashing a bottle in half, taking his turn on Tamsin. He attacked in a predictable manner, Tamsin dodged his first attack, then his second, but in her impaired state with her reflexes slowed by the alcohol, she missed the third. The remainder of the bottle splintered, cutting deep into Tamsin's left hand, but she didn't even wince.
Enraged by this she shot forward grabbing him by the hem of his shirt, Tamsin looked him straight into the eyes for the first time
Tamsin could see how his pupils dilated from fear and she knew she had him, she crooked her head to the side and then asked in a low growl, with eyebrows raised;" You have a death wish?"
A firm hand grabbed Tamsin's shoulder and a familiar voice said; "Let him go!"
Tamsin didn't loosen her grip on him, nor did she glance towards the direction the voice was coming from.
"Stay out of this woman, it doesn't concern you!" Tamsin warned in a harsh tone, glaring irritably at the brute.
The man looked pleadingly over to the woman, before he dared to look back at Tamsin's laser starre.
Tamsin loosened her grib on him, when that smug smile appeared on his face again, she didn't take her time to punch him clean in the face knocking him unconscious.
Tamsin felt a hard tug on her shoulder and was shoved back against the bar counter.
"Detective?" The woman asked slightly shocked and surprised at the same time.
Tamsin's eyes practically popped out of their sockets when they widened in surprise. A familiar face appeared in front of her, the same face that had kept her awake for the night.
Sara Lance was standing infront of her, she had stepped back one or two feet when she had realized it was Tamsin. Sara was wearing a red dress that hugged every curve of her body perfectly, bringing out her beautiful blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders and those shining blue eyes. Tamsin's eyes dropped to the brunette's chest, and she tongued her cheek, liking what she saw. She was shaken out of her immobility as Sara waved her hand in front of Tamsin's face obnoxiously. Tamsin lifted her brows and shifted her weight onto one leg, she scrunched up her nose and then said bored;" Well, more trouble then they were worth!"
"Ok... I think you had enough of these!"
Sara said and pushed the shots of vodka away from Tamsin, which only gained her a deadly glare.
"Soo, care to explain what happened here?"
Tamsin shrugged slightly and narrowed her eyes; "I'm just a thrilling conversationalist."
This made Sara smile and shack her head. Sara's eyes wandered down to Tamsin's hurt hand;
"Come let's take a look at that hand of yours!" Sara said with a heartwarming smile.
She grabbed Tamsins wrist and pulled her along the bar, up some stairs into a room, which must have been the owners hadn't even noticed that her hand was bleeding.
The blonde took that moment to began dabbing at the drying blood with the wet rag. "Shit!...there is glass everywhere, I will get the first aid kit." Sara exclaimed
"You're getting right at it, huh?" Tamsin inquired with one eye brow raised.
When the blonde girl only raised a brow at her in question, Tamsin waved a hand at her.
"Don't worry about it! Really it's fine!"
But Sara didn't take a no for an answer, pushing Tamsin down on a chair, she took Tamsin's hurt hand in her own. Sara leaned over it and examined Tamsin's hand. Then she search through the first aid kit and pulled out a tweezer.
"I have to pull out the glass this might sting a bit." Sara said not looking up. "You know this was quite brave of you to take on these three brutes"
Tamsin narrowed her eyes at the blonde in front of her but before she could answer Sara said with a laugh on her lips;" But I still wished I could have landed that last punch... Nice right hook you gave him there!"
Sara pulled out the last piece of glass that was stuck in Tamsin's hand. Tamsin had watched her mesmerized, realizing she was still staring, Tamsin cleared her throat.
"You look pretty routined in that," Tamsin nodded towards her hand, "not the first time you have done that, is it?"
Sara only smiled back at Tamsin not answering her question.
"I'm going to disinfect your hand now this will probably hurt as hell, because I couldn't find disinfection without alcohol in it, sooo I'm going to have to go with that."
Tamsin watch as Sara purred the liquid over her hand, she could see that Sara was surprised that Tamsin didn't even wince at it.
"Working night shifts at the oblivion... there were a lot of crazy people starting bar fights." Sara revealed after a moment.
"Well, I didn't want to miss all the fun!" Tamsin said with another smile.
"I don't think you will need stitches." Sara said, she pulled out a bandage, nursing the other blondes hand.
"There, all done." Sara said looking into those green emerald orbs.
There was an awkward silence as the two women just stared tenderly at each other, not being able to break away from each other's contact, Felicity stormed into the room, "Sara I've been looking everywhere for you, Oliver needs to see..." She broke off, noticing Sara wasn't alone, she coughed awkwardly, turning back to the door and then back to Sara she said;"Im sorry... You know.. If i interrupted you ... Or something... Its just Oliver, he asked for you."
Sara nodded, " I'll be right there."
Tamsin stood up from her chair, Sara turned towards her," I hope you're not thinking about getting more alcohol," Sara laughed. Tamsin gave Sara her signature smirk. Then she took a step towards her patting Sara awkwardly on her shoulder. "Anyway, Thanks for the patch up."
Detective Lance had been chatting with his daughter Sara, until he received a call. He looked up trying to spot Tamsin, which didn't take long. She towered over one of his rookie's, looking clearly amused.
"Tamsin, get dressed we got a call!" Detective Lance shouted over to her.
Tamsin walked over swinging her hips, she turned around;" Oh and you should probably change those pants of yours."
Detective Lance shook his head at her; "Jesus Tamsin, that is my rookie, can't you at least go easy on them?"
Tamsin only smirked back;" Well I didn't tell him to wet his pants now, did I?"
Detective Lance shook his head going after the rookie, leaving Sara and Tamsin alone.
"So you got home alright I see!" Sara stated smiling at Tamsin.
Tamsin catched her gaze, Sara was as stunning as usual. Tamsin didn't know why but she found it hard to form a sentence this close to her. She nodded, "Well not exactly home but yea."
Tamsin could see that what she had said had irritated the blonde, making her look at the floor. But Sara had quickly found her composure again.
"Well that sounds interesting, how's the hand?" Sara asked with an raised eyebrow.
Tamsin had totally forgotten about the hand, she looked down on it and where the cuts had been last night was only a couple red stains left that could have indicated that a cut had been there weeks ago and not only hours.
Tamsin quickly covered her left hand with her right;" It's doing pretty good thanks to you" she smirked, making the blonde blush. Sara reached out for Tamsin's hand, wanting to take a look, but Tamsin was quick to hide them in her jeans pocket. "So just came here to check up on me?" Tamsin asked, hoping to change the topic. This question made Sara obviously uncomfortable. "You wish..." Sara said with a awkward laugh,"No .. My Dad called me about something and... ."
"Tamsin move, we have to go." Detective Lance shouted over to them.
Tamsin gave Sara a breathtaking smile;" Anyway got to go... thanks .. for ..you know checking up on me!" Then she left leaving a baffled Sara behind.
"I didn't !" Sara called after her, but Tamsin had already walked out of the door
The crime scene was only 4 miles away, they had entered a large complex building, once owned by an organization called Queen consolidated.
This building had been abandoned a while now judging by the Graffiti covering the walls and ceiling. They entered another corridor before they could hear people talking, and not further on they saw,why they had been called. It looked pretty nasty. The first thing that Tamsin noticed was a desk, a man was lying on it, a dead man. Blood covered almost every inch of the wall behind him. Tamsin moved closer to get a better look, on the desk in front of the man was a message written in blood it said;" You will pay!"
"So what have we here?" Detective Lance asked into the room not to anyone in particular.
"Male, 34, married with 2 kids, he worked for the mafia, his brother was shot 3 years ago by a bank robbery. Lots and lots of enemy's." One of the men answered.
"Found anything yet?" Lance asked.
"Nope, not yet. The forensic pathologist is on his way, tho. I hope we find out more when he arrives.
Detective Lance nodded, he pulled out his phone typed a couple of letters and put it back inside his pocket. This made Tamsin curious, had he texted the canary?
Tamsin had to find out, making sure she would follow him tonight.
The day had only continued very slowly, the forensic pathologist, had found a couple of things, but nothing that would have actually been enough for a real lead. They had spent most of the day to go over paper work, analyzing the pictures of the crime scene and finding links to really anything there could be. Detective Lance yawned loudly, looking up at Tamsin.
"I think we should call it a day, tomorrow we look at all this with fresh eyes."
"First good thing you said all day, detective!" Tamsin answered tired.
Tamsin had waited only a couple minutes after Lance had left, she had hurried after him, putting on her black suit, pulling down the black mask to cover her face.
Detective Lance drove to Chinese restaurant, which was also only a couple of blocks away from the crime scene. He had met someone there, but Tamsin wasn't quiet able to make out who it was. After around 20 minutes Tamsin could see him leaving, accompanied by no other then Sara Lance. They were arguing, but about what Tamsin didn't know. They walked into an alleyway just behind the restaurants. Tamsin could see that Sara was angry, as she threw her arms in the air, trying to make a point. Tamsin wasn't sure she should be listening to this, so she climbed down on the building, lowering herself down, when she heard a strange noise. A man had walked up to them probably in his 50s.
"I knew you would come here, but even better you brought your daughter. Now I will teach you what it feels like to get her stripped away from you, knowing you couldn't have done a thing."
Tamsin was now just above them, she could see detective Lance opening his mouth to say something, but the man had already pulled out his gun, aiming it right at Sara. He didn't even take a second to think, he pulled the trigger.
Tamsin had reacted quickly, grabbing the knife from her boot, she jumped down, pushing Sara to the ground and throwing the knife right into his chest. Tamsin hit the ground hard. Looking next to her was Sara wide eyed.
Another shot fell, With a quick move Tamsin was back on her feet, she looked at Sara's father who had pulled out his gun now too. It was aimed at the man who was now lying on the ground, in his own pool of blood. Only now a sharp pain went thru Tamsin's shoulder, she brought up one hand and realized that the man's bullet had found a target. Hissing in pain, she looked back at Sara who had gotten up, still looking at Tamsin wide eyed. She doesn't know who you are, your wearing a mask remember ? Tamsin thought to herself before she ran away.