"That's Patsy!" Sara hissed.

"Who?" Felicity looked over her shoulder at where Sara was staring.

"Don't look." Sara grabbed her wrist. "Patsy, from 'It's Patsy!'" She winced as Felicity's expression was blank. "It was this TV show I watched when I was little." She explained.

"Oh yeah." Felicity shrugged. "I think I heard of it."

"You THINK?" Sara said. "I mean…" She cleared her throat and ran a hand through her hair. "It was bar none the most annoying show ever. Laurel forced me to watch it every day after school." She pouted. Felicity smirked.

"You loved it, didn't you?" She teased.

"No." Sara said defensively.

"Uh huh." Felicity sipped her coffee. "Want her autograph?"

"No." Sara crossed her arms.

"Yes, you do." Felicity grinned.

"Her friend looks mean." Sara muttered. Felicity had to agree. There was a dark haired woman next to "Patsy" who was currently glaring daggers at Sara.

"You're a badass assassin." Felicity retorted.

"Doesn't mean I go looking for fights." Sara said. Felicity raised an eyebrow.

"How many times have me and Oliver stitched you up this week?"

Sara bit her lip. "I see your point." She admitted. "But there's a difference between taking out criminals and being accused of being a stalker." She looked at the table in front of her.

"Those two blondes keep staring at you." Jessica sighed. She and Trish were in Starling because Trish was being given some type of media award. She'd tagged along out of boredom. The city was apparently home to a bunch of masks and Jessica admitted to being intrigued. The coffee shop had seemed innocuous, but then those two blondes had come in; the smaller one in the pink dress talking up a storm while the one in the leather jacket just smiled and listened. Then biker jacket had started looking at Trish.

Trish shrugged. "Probably fans of the show."

"It's rude." Jessica countered.

"Since when do you care about rude?" Trish snorted.

Jessica caught sight of the taller blonde looking again. Staring straight at her she waited until she was sure the other woman knew she was looking, then deliberately stared at her friend. "Not so much fun when someone does it to your friend, huh?" She murmured as the woman glared.

"Jess." Trish sighed.

"Sara." Felicity warned.

"What?" Sara growled. "She's challenging me." She made to stand, but Felicity put her hand on her arm.

"Don't." She sighed. "We were supposed to be here having lunch so I could escape your stupid boyfriend who happens to be my stupid boss."

"I need to get back to work; you are not allowed to start a fight in this coffee shop." Felicity rolled her eyes and stood. "Walk me back to QC."

"Why?" Sara crossed her arms.

"Because you clearly can't be trusted on your own." Felicity said. "Move. Now."

Sara threw the dark haired woman one last dirty look and left the coffee shop with Felicity.

Jessica grinned. "Guess we know who wears the pants in that relationship." She commented as she watched the two women leave, waving sarcastically at biker chick.

Trish looked at her in amusement mixed with annoyance.

"What?" Jessica said, pulling a flask out of her pocket and dumping its contents in her coffee.

"I can't take you anywhere." Trish sighed.

"No worries." Jessica said. "I'll stay out of your way at the gala tonight." She took a swig of her improved coffee. "I'm going Canary hunting."

"All quiet on the gala." Sara radioed in from one of the roof tops.

"And look." Felicity said sarcastically over the coms. "There's Patsy."

"Who?" Oliver growled in his Arrow voice. Felicity giggled as Sara ground her teeth.

"Sara's celebrity crush." Felicity explained.

"She's NOT my crush." Sara mumbled. "Why are you even in the gala?"

"Someone needs to be the face of this opp." Felicity said. "Jealous, Canary?" She took a sip of her champagne and smiled around at the room.

"You just want to start trouble." Sara grumbled. "Who are we looking for again?"

Oliver sighed. "There was a threat called in to the SCPD. Some crazy stalker wants to kidnap a woman named Trish Walker."

Sara let out a slight squeak. Felicity grinned.

"You could have mentioned this before." She said.

"I did." Oliver said.

"No you didn't I would have remembered." Sara hissed. "Felicity."

"Hmmm?" Felicity said, innocently.

"Don't get cute with me." Sara growled.

"Look at it this way." Felicity suggested. "You can save her life and maybe she'll reward her dashing hero with an autograph."

Sara was silent for about a minute before responding. "You're lucky I don't kill people anymore."

Oliver looked away from the gala to shoot Sara an exasperated look. She was on the rooftop across from him. Sara was glaring down at the gala, clearly plotting ways to get back at Felicity.

"Can we please focus?" He growled. The team fell into a tense silence, none of them noticing the woman who'd jumped up onto the rooftop behind Sara.

Jessica ducked behind the roof access. The Canary had her back to her and was looking at the gala. Jessica had watched Trish enter the gala before jumping. She'd noticed the Arrow on the building on the other side of the street. She frowned; if both the Arrow and the Canary were here it meant something bad was probably going to go down…which meant Trish was probably in danger. She began moving closer to the Canary. The other woman was too busy arguing with someone over a communication device to note her approach.

"Felicity needs backup." Sara growled.

"We're her backup." Oliver sighed. "We need innocuous eyes on the inside. Felicity doesn't attract attention and-"

"Hey!" Felicity exclaimed.

"That...that came out wrong." Oliver admitted.

"Come here often?"

Sara whirled around and raised her staff, ready to strike, but found it blocked by the dark haired woman from the coffee shop.

She tapped her voice modulator. "Who are you?"

"I'm new around here." The other woman commented. "I heard this was where the cool kids hung out."

"Who is that?" Felicity hissed. "I need to stop talking to you guys, people are beginning to stare….oh shit."

"What?" Oliver said.

"I'm about…83% sure our target just walked in…. 95%...he's got a gun. 1000% sure."

Sara wrenched her staff out of the other woman's grip. "I'm on my way in." She hissed, grabbing one of her grapples and swinging into the gala. Jessica followed; if something was wrong, she needed to get Trish out.

Trish had been making the rounds, getting the usual asinine comments and questions. Once in a while someone would slip and actually call her Patsy, not that it surprised her; she wasn't a person to them. Her mother had turned her into the source of their entertainment. Even now, when she was accepting an award for her work on her radio show, Patsy was all people cared about. She looked in amusement at a blonde who appeared to be talking to herself. Then the blonde looked at something behind Trish, her eyes full of fear. That's when she heard him.

"Hello, Trish."

She tensed. "Simpson." She plastered a smile on her face, and turned to face her ex….boy toy? Ex crime associate? Turned stalker. "How's life as a covert government experiment? It must be difficult being the knock-off Captain America."

"Where's your body guard?" he growled, putting his hand on her arm.

"OMG." The blonde from earlier pushed between them and grinned at Trish. "Are you Trish Walker? I am such a big fan of your radio show."

Simpson looked annoyed at being interrupted. "We were talking." He growled.

"Oh, really?" The blonde gasped and her hands flew to cover her mouth, spilling the glass of champagne she was holding in Simpson's eyes. She kneed him in the balls. Turning to Trish, she said. "Run."

Trish grabbed her and pulled her along with her. "I was handling that."

"Oh sure." The other woman retorted. "Which is why he was about to drag you out into his evil lair of stalkerism."

"How do I know, you're not some crazy stalker?" Trish retorted.

"This way." The blonde said, grabbing her and pulling her into a side room. It was a small closet full of glasses bottles and plates.

"This really isn't helping to convince me you aren't crazy." Trish muttered.

The other woman sighed. "My team got a tip that your creeper out there was dangerous and would be attending tonight's gala. We figured he wasn't too squeamish when it came to collateral damage." She tapped her ear. "I've got her." There was a crash at the door.

"TRISH" Simpson shouted.

"This door is reinforced steel." The other woman said confidently.

"That won't stop him." Trish said. "and we're trapped."

The blonde glared up at the ceiling. "According to the blue prints. There should be an air vent in here somewhere…." She climbed one of the shelves and pushed up one of the ceiling tiles. "Ah-HA". She held out her hand. Trish climbed up and entered the air vent. The blonde followed and put the grate back in place. "Okay. Crawl about 40 feet that way." She pointed. They began moving. There were dull thumping noises behind them.

"So what's his deal?" She asked. "Steroids?"

"Government experiment." Trish said.

"Like Steve Rogers, but evil."

"It's a temporary fix." Trish said. "He takes these pills, they make him unstable." She frowned. "Your team…do you work for the Arrow?"

"With." The other woman corrected. "With the Arrow."

There was a growl and a banging noise. "TRISH." Simpson shouted.

"Next opportunity, drop out of the vents." The blonde said. Trish nodded. Pushing a vent cover down, she dropped out. She was in some kind of empty ballroom. The other woman fell clumsily.

"The Canary makes this look so easy." She grumbled. Brushing herself off, she looked around. "Arrow, we're in some type of empty dance hall." She looked around, just as Simpson broke through the ceiling. "So we keep moving." She grimaced.

"Where's Trish?" Jessica had crashed through the window after the Canary.

"She's with our…tech person." The Arrow said.

"Tech…person?" She said through gritted teeth. "You put Trish's life in the hands of a tech person?"

"She's more than that." The Canary hissed.

Jessica looked at the scrambling guests and the path of destruction left by Simpson. How could she not have known he was going to threaten her? She should have been more focused.

"Where are they?" She said.

The Arrow gave her a dark look. Jessica rolled her eyes. Typical macho hero crap.

"You have exactly 3 seconds." She grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up. "To tell me where your tech person took Trish or I start making green eggs and ham."

"She's in a ballroom." The Canary said. "We have trackers on each of us. We can find her." She took off.

Jessica dropped the Arrow. "See you, blue eyes." She said, turning to follow the Canary. "What's the deal with the wig?" She asked.

"Oh, Triiiiiish." Simpson said." Felicity and Trish had hidden in some type of stage area.

"Get on the other side." Felicity whispered, pointing to the other side of the curtain. "We can drop it on him."

"That's only a temporary distraction." Trish hissed.

"It's all we have." Felicity sighed, she tapped her ear. "Where the hell are you?" she hissed.

"On the way." Sara said. "Also, there's some kind of superhero here who knows Trish. Felicity looked at Trish, both of them holding a side of the curtain. "1." She mouthed.

"2." Trish murmured.

"3" They pulled the curtain down just as Simpson came through it. The bar fell on his head with a loud clanging noise. He was stunned for a second. Felicity and Trish ran.

"That would have at least knocked out a regular person." She muttered.

"He's not regular." Trish hissed, stopping.

"What are you doing?" Felicity grabbed her arm, trying to tug her after her.

"Fighting back." Trish said. "This doesn't have anything to do with you, get out while you still can."

"You're crazy." Felicity grumbled, digging through her clutch, she pulled out a burner phone. Trish glared at Simpson.

"HEY WILL." She shouted. He looked at her.

"Miss me?" He leered at her. "I did. Maybe we can go a few rounds before I end your little friend."

"You used to date this guy?" Felicity asked. "Urgh."

"Dating is too generous a term." Trish said, getting into a fighting stance.

"You know you can't beat me." Simpson said.

"I just have to stall you." Trish responded. He sighed and shook his head.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this." He pulled out his gun. "Come quietly or…" He pointed it at Felicity.

"Hey, G.I. dumb ass." Felicity shouted. He blinked at her in surprise. "Think fast." She lobed the phone at his head. Grabbing Trish, she dragged her to the floor. It exploded.

"How?" Trish asked.

"Explanations later." Felicity got up and they both ran to the exit. Wrenching open the door, they stepped out; only to be met by a ring of armed masked men. "I take it he brought friends?" Felicity gulped as she and Trish put their hands up.

"That was a dirty trick you pulled." Simpson growled as he walked forward and grabbed Felicity's hair, forcing her to the ground.

Felicity whimpered. "This is definitely going to mess up my knees and I'm pretty sure 'injuries due to crazy supervillains' isn't covered by my health insurance."

"Shut up." Simpson said, pulling his gun out he pointed it at her head.

"Will, wait." Trish stepped forward, holding out her hands. "I don't know her; she has nothing to do with this. Let her go and –"

CRACK.

Simpson backhanded Trish sending her sprawling. Felicity took his momentary distraction to elbow him hard in the side of the knee. He buckled. She crawled over to Trish.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Why is it that I can't leave you alone for a lousy awards gala without you getting your ass in trouble?" A woman's voice called out.

"Who's that?" Felicity asked.

"My sister." Trish groaned, rubbing her jaw. Felicity caught sight of slight movement and one of Sara's sonic devices slid across the ground in front of all the soldiers.

"Cover your ears." She ordered.

"What?" Trish said. Felicity rolled her eyes, tapping the com in her ear activating her anti-sonic device program and covered Trish's ears. The device activated and brought the group of soldiers to their knees. Simpson looked up at the ceiling and howled in pain. Oliver, Sara and a black haired woman descended on the group. The soldiers barely had time to recover when she started picking them up and tossing them around like they were rag dolls.

"Holy shit." Felicity said. Sara and Oliver looked at each other, then joined in on the fight as well. Oliver shot 3 tranquilizer arrows into Simpson. He was unsteady on his feet.

"TRIIIIIISSSSSSSH." He slurred.

"Let'im have it, Trish." The dark haired woman said. Trish stood and walked over him.

"Didn't." She punched him in the stomach. "Your." Kneed him in the groin. "Mother." Blocked a strike to the face. "Ever." Twisted his wrist. "Teach." Punched him in the jaw, making him step back. "You." Kicked him in the chest, forcing him a few more steps back. "Not." She knocked him to the ground with right hook to the cheek. "To." She grabbed his shirt and lifted him up. "Hit Girls." She punched him in the nose, knocking him out. Dropping him, she kicked him one more time in the stomach.

"He wasn't even a good lay."

The dark haired woman clapped. "I'm so proud of you."

Sara gaped at her. "I think I'm in love."

"Go oogle your nerd girlfriend and stay away from my sister." The dark haired woman said. Then she frowned at Felicity. "Don't I know you from some place?"

"Nope." Felicity said. "I'm pretty sure I would remember meeting someone who can throw grown men around like dodgeballs. Do you play dodgeball? Because that seems like it wouldn't be fair to the other players…and the kind of thing that you should definitely sell tickets for."

The dark haired woman stared at her. "You were the mouthy blonde who was at that café." She pointed to Sara. "Which makes you the biker chick who was checking out Trish."

"What?" Sara said defensively.

"Can we not reveal secret identities to people with super strength?" Oliver growled. He'd moved backwards into the shadows.

"Urgh please." The dark haired woman rolled her eyes. "You're Oliver Queen." She grabbed Trish and walked out. "The name's Jessica Jones." She called over her shoulder.

Felicity opened apartment door to find Trish and Jessica Jones standing outside.

"Oh my god please don't toss me across the street like a dodgeball." She said.

"Do you even breathe?" Jessica asked as she pushed her way inside.

"Please, come in and go through my wine cabinet." Felicity said sarcastically as Jessica started poking around in her kitchen. "How did you find me?"

"I'm a PI." Jessica said. "Got any peanut butter?"

Trish sighed. "I had Jessica track you down to say thank you." She held out her hand. "I probably wouldn't have managed as long as I did without you."

"You were pretty badass." Felicity said, taking Trish's hand. "I could have done the," she held up her fists and mimed a boxing motion, "fisticuffs stuff that you did."

"I couldn't have blown up a cellphone." Trish said. she glanced at Jessica. "Jessica wants to say thank you too."

"Her girlfriend is probably going to kick our asses if we stay any longer." Jessica muttered, opening a jar of peanut butter and grabbing a spoon.

"That was Jessica for thank you." Trish said. Felicity giggled.

"She's not my girlfriend." She said. "She's got a boyfriend. Though before that she had a girlfriend who is an assassin princess, so definitely not the type of person I'd want to get on the wrong side of."

Jessica, paused; the spoon of peanut butter inches from her mouth. "You lead a very strange life Felicity Smoak." She shrugged. "So I guess I owe you one for saving Trish."

"Here's my number." Trish said, handing her a card. "If you're ever in NY or you just want to talk about crazy reckless friends, call me."

Felicity nodded. Trish grabbed Jessica and pulled her towards the door.

"Wait." Felicity said. The two women stopped in the door way. "Can I get your autograph?" She blushed as Trish gave her an amused smile while Jessica rolled her eyes. "It's for Sara."