Some defendants took took more convincing than Mr. Fairbairn. Some had backup. But they all had a weakness in the case, and Laurel could take care of the guns and men between her and that weakness, and she had been doing this dance for a few weeks now. Now CNRI is back on the board.

On the ledger tonight was woman by the name of Jovanka Gladwyn. She runs the human resources department at a steel manufacturing plant. The catch? Any accident claims that come to her desk are funneled away never to be seen again. Hurt employees can't pay the hospital bills, and their families suffer. The profits stay corporate, and the laborers are left in the dust. Laurel had done her research. She knew where to aim.

Laurel changed in the office at Ted's gym. Donning her fishnets, military boots and gloves, Sara's jacket, and cuffs, she grabbed the Jovanka Gladwyn file and slipped it in her pocket.

"Ted!" she yelled on her way out, "I'm taking your bike."

"Please don't crash it again. It was just in the shop a week ago!" He sighed. No use pulling back the reins on this one.

Laurel ran back into the gym, towards him, and threw her arms around him in a bear-hug.

"Thank you for everything, Ted. Really."

He smiled as she released him. "Go kick some ass."

She kept the dark makeup on the bike, covering her eyes in black before riding off to the edge of town.

- - -

Jovanka was in her office at the steel plant, just outside of the city. She walked right into it.

"May I help you?" Gladwyn said, unfazed by the Black Canary outfit.

Laurel threw the CNRI file onto her desk, then turned on her voice moderator. "Sign it. Sign it and I'll leave and we won't have a problem." Laurel had attempted to reason with Jovanka as a lawyer, to no avail, but her moderator would ensure that Jovanka wouldn't recognize her voice.

"Oh dear..." Gladwyn started, "If you think you scare me, you must not have ever met my family."

Just then two armed guards walked into the office.

"Now..." she continued, "you leave this instant, and we won't have a problem."

"You know" Laurel said, "I was sort of hoping we would have a problem, instead."

She slid around and kicked the footing out of the first guard, and used her cuff to deflect a gunshot from the second guard, disarming the one on the floor with a swift crunch of his hand under her boot. The second guard came at her hand-to-hand, aiming a punch at her jawbone before she could block it. She whirled back around and locked her arm under hers, popping out his shoulder and sending her knee into his groin. He was crouched long enough for her to throw his head into the door behind them, knocking him out so he could join his buddy on the floor.

Rubbing her jaw, she turned around to face Jovanka Gladwyn. Gladwyn had picked up one of the guards' guns that was kicked away during the brawl. She was aiming it at Laurel.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Laurel said, threateningly. It looked as if Gladwyn had never held a gun before in her life.

"I'm not leaving this office without those papers," Laurel continued as she locked the office door, "and neither are you."

"That's a lot coming from the person with a gun pointed at their head."

Laurel had to be quick to get to Gladwyn before she could aim a true shot. She dove at the desk right as Gladwyn fired the gun. It just missed her left thigh. She had to land hard against the desk to avoid the path of the gun, and might have just broken a rib in the process.

"Jovanka Gladwyn," Laurel started, biting down hard and talking through the pain, "you've been a pain in my ass. But you've been a bigger pain to all the families downstairs that can't afford to eat every day. Sign this paper granting them insurance coverage, and you go back to your house instead of a jail cell tonight."

Gladwyn begrudgingly scribbled her name on the dotted line of Laurel's file as she warned, "you're making the wrong enemy today, vigilante."

Laurel grabbed the papers from her and turned to exit through the fire escape, holding her ribs.

- - -

Oliver had been keeping a close eye on the CNRI clients coming in, and police reports filed by those being prosecuted by the clients. This girl is clean, he thought, looking through the police pictures. Fishnets, as he called her, had done nothing more illegal than a couple of 'break and enters,' but has mostly stayed within the law to do her bidding. Last night she took down two armed guards, but both were only knocked out and confirmed that this new vigilante carried no weapon. Working this way will keep the police off her tail, what with everything else they need to worry about in this city.

He was going to Laurel's apartment. If anyone knew anything about these cases, it would be her.

- -

Laurel opened the door to her apartment.

"Hi, Ollie."

He walked in for a hug, but quickly let go when he noticed her wince.

"Laurel, what happened?"

"Nothing, just fell and bruised some ribs. I'm fine, Oliver." She said, brushing him off.

The door closed behind them.

"Come, sit down." She said, walking towards the couch.

"Laurel I wanted to talk to you about some CNRI cases. There's someone connected to CNRI working outside the courtroom to convince these defendants into confessions."

"...I know, Ollie. And if someone is helping these clients get their life on track, even if they use our cases, I'm okay with it."

"Laurel...," he started, worried, "you've always said that the law is enough-"

"And whoever this vigilante is, she's not exactly breaking any of those laws. Not anymore than the people she goes after are." "Oliver, I've had a long day. I don't exactly feel like arguing about this with someone who spent the better part of a year shooting arrows through peoples hearts."

"Fair enough." He conceded. But then, looking at her, "Laurel? What's going on with us? We see each other irregularly, at best, and when we do it's so hot and cold, I can't even tell where we stand."

She turned towards him. "We're both so busy, Ollie. CNRI needed time to get off the ground. You spent your days as a CEO and your nights as the super hood. Timing has never really been on our side, has it?"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," she started as she leaned over to kiss him, "that we enjoy the time we do get together, and worry about the rest when we have to."

He smiled as their lips met, and forgot all about the fishnets.. CEO Oliver.. the hood guy...Right now he could just be Oliver Queen: confused (boyfriend?), and professional flirt.

- - -

The Green Arrow decided it was time to start tracking these CNRI targets himself. Maybe get a chance to talk to Fishnets.

The first night he came across her she was gone before he could even hop on his bike to follow her.

The second night he came across her he made enough distance to get a word in. "FISHNETS!" He yelled, in his deep 'arrow' voice. "Who are you and why are you doing this?"

Laurel turned on her moderator so he wouldn't recognize her voice. "Justice." She said simply. "Why are you doing this?"

She walked right past him as she jumped down the stairwell onto Ted's bike.

"Well," Oliver said aloud, "I guess talking it out isn't going to work."

He went back to the foundry to hope for another target that will lead him to her tomorrow night, adding a couple of his 'handcuff arrows' to his quiver.

- -

He waited on a roof across from a hotel a hopeful target of fishnets' will be staying.

Behind him he heard, "you've gotta stop following me."

He quickly turned around and replied, "Do I know you? Why are you masking your voice?"

She turned to leave, but he came up behind her trying to stop her from going.

"Hey, fishnets.. hold it."

She turned as he came up behind her and swept him over her hip, throwing him to the ground. Harai Goshi.

"Jesus.." he gasped, surprised. "I guess we're doing it that way."

They sparred for a few minutes. Laurel was keeping her own, anticipating what he would do, using her toughest throws. She finally brought him to the ground, throwing him around her body. Yoko Guruma.

Oliver was more than surprised. He underestimated his opponent. His first mistake. He tried to go hand-to-hand with her. Second mistake. He grabbed his bow, and a handcuff arrow out of his quiver and shot it towards fishnets' hand and the path of a wall behind them. It stuck. Her right hand was pinned to the wall.

He relaxed and let out a deep breath.

"Let me go." She said, seriously.

"Not until I find out who you are" he replied.

"You won't want to know."

"What?" He asked, confused, walking towards her.

She kept her head down. He was coming closer. She couldn't hide from him now.

Laurel lifted her head and met his eyes.

Oliver stopped dead in his tracks. "No..."

"I'd rather you didn't call me 'fishnets.' I'm kind of fond of 'the Black Canary'. You could probably deduce why." She said, still looking at him.

"Laurel..."