Hey guys. I apologize for taking this chapter down originally, but the technical issues I was having was just too much. I am happy to say that Chapter 7 is now up to stay. Thank you all for your reviews and feedback, they are the life blood of this story. Here are the answers to the reviews for the last chapter.

Chapter 6:

-Stungun Milly: Hopefully you'll like what else is coming next:
-WinterRain36: You know that you're always the first person I'll go to for working through my ideas. And in response to her question about Sara's training, most of it was from her time with Ivo. As for Shado and Slade, I doubt that Shado would have given her any training, as they had barely met, and they were too focused on saving Slade to train much. Slade...maybe. I'm not sure. I don't either of them ever really trusted the other.
-Phillipe363: At least somebody agrees with me about the multiverses. Hope you're liking what comes next.
-Guest: Agreed. One of the few things that Season 3 got right was that it showed Laurel's progression, and that stepping into the shoes of the Canary was harder than it looked. Nyssa...Nyssa is an interesting dilemma. She's so engrained into who Sara is in the show that it would be a crime not to include her somehow in this story, but the question is how to include her. From what I understand, part of the reason Nyssa fell in love with Sara is because she was the first sign that the world was more complex than what she had been raised to believe. The first sign of life, innocence, and self-fulfillment. The League is an organization made up of people who believe fully in the darkness of the world and that there is only one way. One harsh, brutal, and difficult way. It's not something that a child should have to be raised in. I'm not sure if Nyssa has any attraction towards men, there was never any sign that she did in the show. I'm not really sure if Oliver would ever really have a relationship. Speaking of
Oliver, there may be a slight difference. I think that if he comes back (and I'm giving you any guarantees), Sara is the person who he'd open up to the most, but he would still keep things to himself. Talking about his experiences away would force him to relive them.
-highlander348: It's right here :P

Looks like somebody guessed who's gonna be in this chapter. Shall we see if you were correct?

Chapter 7: Grant


"In a case that is both baffling and battering the police, a local officer was attacked last night while investigating what appeared to be a break-in at a Queen Industries warehouse."

Baffling, definitely. Battering...not so much.

The report seemed pretty similar to what Quentin had been told at the scene yesterday night. According to Officer Morgan, he had heard gunshots from the abandoned factory and went inside to check it out before getting ambushed by one of the suspects. In the struggle, they had knocked over a rack of empty crates, which conveniently fell on the cop and let the suspect escape. The press, of course, made it sound like he was nearly killed when he just got a few scratches on him. If it had been that bad, he wouldn't have radioed in.

"The officer describes the suspect as a blonde woman, about 5'5" in height, wearing a black hoodie and-"

"What are you watching?"

Quentin turned around. "Huh? Oh, hi sweetheart,"

Sara was standing behind him, staring intently at the TV screen. "Somebody broke into a warehouse last night. Officer nearly got crushed trying to catch them."

"WHAT?!" Sara blurted out, louder than either of them had been expecting. "I mean...that's horrible! But why would somebody break into an abandoned warehouse?"

Quentin didn't remember mentioning anything about the warehouse being abandoned, which was an indication of how tired he was. "Beats me. We're taking a look into it, but right now I gotta catch a few Z's."

"You do that. I'm just gonna go on a walk. Last night was..." she paused. "A-a rough day of work, that's all I want to say."

"Uh-huh," Quentin murmured, just before falling into a much-needed sleep. He really needed to start do less night shifts.


"-describes the suspect as a blonde woman, about 5'5" in height, wearing a black hoodie and jeans."

"Blonde woman?"

The first man turned to see his partner leaning over the couch, staring at the screen intently. It took him a second to understand the sudden interest.

"The thing with Brick's guy last month. You think that this might be her?"

His partner shrugged. "Might be. I never saw the chick, but he did. Of course, that's all he was able to tell me. What else have they said?"

"The officer was Antony Morgan, Fall's worm. There's more to this than he's telling them, no question about it. Do you think this might have anything to do with a heist?"

The second man thought for a moment. "Probably not. It's too small of a scale to be that sort of thing."

The first man nodded. "Good point. But if these two are the same woman, that means that we're dealing with another one, and if that's the case, we can take no chances. We need to find out who she is and what she wants,"

"Great idea, now all we have to do is use a little bit of pixie dust to show us the way,"

The first man smirked. "Not exactly. If she has a hideout, I have an idea of how to find it,"


Sin didn't feel much better when she woke up.

Everything was still pretty damn sore, and sharp pains coursed through her chest as she tried to sit up. Stupid broken ribs, she said to herself, along with some other, more...obscene word choices. The cold October air didn't help things much.

Sara had been here last night, when Sin fell asleep, but now there was no trace of her to be found. Immediately, it made Sin feel even worse, if that was even possible. Once again, she was completely and utterly alone. Abandoned.

Shut up, she told herself. Don't be that selfish. Sara had to leave, or her family would get worried, she didn't have a choi-

Yes, the other part of her mind nagged, in an argument that had been going on for about a month. Her family. Her REAL family. One that you'll never have again.

Sara won't be gone forever, Sin argued with her conscience. Sara's coming back, she has to come back. She wouldn't just leave me here, she-

Just like last night? When she left you in the warehouse, beaten and weak?

If she hadn't done that, I would have never gotten out of there alive. She came back, just like she said, and she'll be back. I know she'll be back.

But after awhile, Sin began to feel less optimistic. She waited for what felt like an eternity, shivering in her jacket, crawling over to the trapdoor to see if anybody was coming, looking back at the slightest noise, peeking through the small hole in the clock tower for any sign of her friend. There was no sign of anybody.

Sin would have slammed her head against the wall if she ached any less. You opened yourself up again, you moron. And now she's gone too. Just like everybod-

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of somebody climbing up a ladder. Instantly, she reached over for her knife, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst. Slowly, the door creaked open, and out peeked a familiar blonde head.

Sin would have run and given Sara a hug, but she didn't want to run the chance of breaking any more ribs.

"Where were you?" she asked, trying not to sound too upset. It didn't do too much good, as Sara's face was scrunched up with irritation. "Give me a sec," she grumbled, throwing up a backpack. The trapdoor slammed shut about thirty seconds later.

"Sorry it took so long. I had to keep out of sight," Sara said, sitting down next to Sin and pulling a thermos out of her bag. "Apple Cider?"

I told you, Sin said to herself.

Oh, bite me, her other side hissed.

After a freezing cold morning, a thermos cap full of hot apple cider was heaven. Sara had brought some other valuable resources in the pack, such as a sleeping bag, digital watch, a better jacket, gloves, a 12-pack of Soder-Cola, an assortment of toiletries, two SubWay foot-longs, a box of granola bars, and a couple of chocolate muffins.

"Did anybody see you?" Sin asked.

"Nope, but it was harder than normal. Turns out, Fall's bestie went to Channel 52,"

"What?!"

"Yeah. He made it sound like I attacked him, and that he was just being a good cop, checking in on some-" Sara raised her fingers to make air quotes "suspicious activity,"

Sin groaned. "Now I understand what they mean by 'lame-stream media'."

Sara smirked. "No kidding. I'm not sure how much of my face he saw last night, but I don't think he got a full glimpse, because my dad didn't arrest me this morning. Then again, he was half-awake, so...I don't know,"

She ran her hands through her hair. "This just made everything so much harder."

"Understatement of the century," Sin quipped. "I'm honestly not that surprised, though. Fall hates it when anything goes his way, particularly somebody escaping. But on the other hand..."

"It means that we have to find Fall before he finds us," Sara finished. "The question is how? Where is his...I don't know, base of operations?" the look on her face made it clear that she was just as disgusted as Sin was about how nerdy that came out.

"Wish I could tell you, but Fall's hard to find. There's only four occasions when someone like me gets to see him in person: when I met him and his fence to get the job, when he thinks we're backing out, making an example out of us, or..." she shuddered at the last one. "Making an example out of somebody else,"

The disgust was evident on Sara's face. "He makes you watch?"

"Yep. Does it to keep us in line. I've seen it once, and..." she couldn't bring herself to go on any further. "...well, you know,"

"Got it," Sara said awkwardly. "We'll figure something out later. You need to rest up and get your strength back."

Sin shuffled in her spot, which she regretted a second later as she cringed from the pain. "Can't you...ow...stay a little longer?'

"I'd love to, but I really need to go. Dad's moving out in a week, and I promised to help him box up some of the stuff after I got done with my 'walk'. It's already been about an hour, so I need to make sure I get back soon or he'll get worried."

Disappointment filled Sin's chest. It must have filled her face too, judging by the guilty expression on Sara's face. "Look, I'll be back tonight, I promise."

That made Sin feel a bit better. "Thanks," she answered. Sara grinned, before reaching into her pocket to pull a winter hat out, carefully pulling it over her head so that it covered as much of her hair as possible. "Great. See you tonight,"

Suddenly, an idea popped into Sin's head. "Wait," she said to Sara, who was already halfway down the ladder. She turned her head back. "Yeah?"

"Can you read me a bedtime story?" Sin asked with a smirk. Sara rolled her eyes in response, but even she couldn't stop the smile from creeping up on her face.


Charles Fall would have been furious if he didn't have such a throbbing headache.

Not only had Sin escaped, but the other woman as well, whoever she was. He had had her in his grasp and she still managed to slip out, giving him a concussion and a broken nose in the process.

Thankfully he had managed to get out just before the cops arrived. Morgan should have known better than to call them so quickly, although Fall understood his thought process. He just thought it was absolutely worthless.

As much as he wanted to put a bullet in Morgan's head for his incompetence, Fall knew there were still more ways to use him. The connection to the media definitely would aid in finding the woman, whoever she was. Of course, it would have been easier if Morgan hadn't been so stupid and had gotten more than just her hair color. Other than that, Morgan still gave Fall plenty of access to the inside of the SCPD. He had access to a full forensic lab, and could use that to his advantage. Sooner or later, he would find the two who humiliated him.

As he lay on his apartment bed, he began to fantasize of what he would do when that moment came. Sin, of course, would receive the usual punishment for disobeying. She would be made into an example, a warning to those who even thought about escaping. He took pleasure in imagining every blow he would inflict on her pathetic little body until she begged him for death, at which he would be merciful. But her friend...oh no. She didn't deserve to be given that chance. He had something very special already planned just for her. And after that, nobody would ever stand in his way again.


(7:24 pm)


Out of the corner of her eye, Sara noticed the two sets of footprints.

It felt like all the blood in her body had suddenly frozen. Somebody else had gotten into the clock tower. There were no footprints leading out, so whoever it was, they were still here. Immediately, Sara bolted up the stairs, hoping that she wasn't too late.

The trapdoor burst open, with Sara popping out a second later. "SIN!" she cried, looking around frantically for a second until she saw her...sitting on the floor behind two men. Terror danced in her eyes. Sara recognized one of the two men. He was about thirty years old, with dark skin and a shaved head.

It was the one of the men who had tried to rape Sin. "You bastard!" Sara screamed as she rushed towards the man. Almost effortlessly, he dodged her punch and landed one on her, sending her to the ground. "Not so tough now, huh?" the man taunted.

"That's enough!" his partner said, causing the man to turn his head. In the split second that he was distracted, Sara got up and charged again. This time, she managed to hit him in the jaw, at which he turned his attention back to her. He shifted his position to a fighting stance, almost like a boxer.

"Stop!" the second man insisted, but nobody took heed of him. All Sara cared about was making the piece of shit in front of her bleed. He threw a punch at her, which she dodged, but was hit by the other fist. She grabbed that arm and flipped him onto the ground, but he rolled out of the way before she could stomp on his face, knocking her down with his leg. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, pinning both of her arms to the ground.

"Damn, no wonder the cops can't do anything 'round here. If they can be taken out by you, they must not b-"

But before he could finish, another set of arms threw him off of Sara. "I said, that's enough," the second man replied, almost growling.

"Give me a break, she came after me first," the first man replied, getting to his feet.

"I don't care!" his partner snapped, turning back to Sara. It was at this point that Sara realized the second man wasn't the first man's accomplice from the first time she met Sin. He looked Hispanic, somewhere in his early-thirties with buzz-cut brown hair and a goatee. He looked familiar, but Sara couldn't place it.

"I'm sorry about that. Don't worry, your friend is safe," he said, extending an arm to help her get up. Sara now had absolutely no clue of what was going on. She tried to say something, but all that came out was "Wh-wha-how-wha..."

He gave her an incredulous look for a moment. "It looks like I have some explaining to do." he noted. "I know you might have...gotten off on the wrong foot with my partner here, but please give us the chance to sort things out. We're not here to hurt you,"

Slowly, Sara grabbed his hand, and he pulled her up. "So...you're the blonde woman, aren't you?"

Ugh. Hopefully that wasn't the nickname that stayed. "Pretty much. Who are you?"

He reached out his arm again to give her a handshake. "Ted. Ted Grant,"


Considering the time frame, it only seemed fitting to fit Wildcat and Stanzler into this story. Sorry to leave this at a cliffhanger, but this just felt like it needed to be a two-part story. Don't worry, all questions (well, most of them at least) will be answered in the next part.

Anyways, I have a game plan set for how to schedule this fanfic...sort of. New chapters will be published within 3 weeks of the previous one. If there's a delay, I'm either going through a personal crisis, or I'm having writer's block. Hopefully neither of those will happen too often.

Please remember to leave your honest thoughts, good or bad, on this chapter, the story so far, any questions you have, and what else you want to see in upcoming chapters. The feedback really helps me out and keeps me going. As Lady Gaga once said: I live for the applause.

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COMING SEPTEMBER 2015:
Chapter 8: Grant, Part 2