Author's notes: I do not own Arrow, Flash, or Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Also, it kind of bothers me how Felicity can hack something without basically touching the keyboard. I mean I don't know anything about hacking but I suspect it requires you to actually do something first.


Daisy leaned back. This was too easy. Somehow, it felt like in her world, firewalls were much harder to hack. She got through to Ian Quinn in no time, and finding evidence that he ordered the attack was even easier. In her world, it was harder to get a goddamn invitation to Ian Quinn's party than getting evidence here, even if she did get that invitation on a phone. Or maybe she it was just because this wasn't the first time she hacked this guy.

But now, came the real problem.

She considered who to send it to. Like, she could send it to the police, but this evidence was gotten in illegal ways, could they even use it? And even if they could, since she broke the law, there would be an investigation. To her, they wouldn't be able to get, but… Yeah, no, she wasn't going to send it to the police. It wasn't enough to get a billionaire like that guy persecuted anyway, he had an army of lawyers at his disposal.

And also, there was something in Daisy, something buried deep, something she didn't want to admit even to herself. But it was there. That something didn't just want to give it to the police. It made her want retribution. She wanted revenge. She wanted Quinn to know what it's like when there is a weapon pointed at you and you realize that you could, and possibly would, die. She wanted to make him afraid.

Daisy made her decision.

Question: How do you track down a vigilante's email address?

Answer: you don't. She read enough about the vigilante to know that he had someone with a background in computers, and most probably, hacking. Someone good enough to stop cyberattacks in the past. So, all she had to do was get that person's attention. If you don't know how to contact them, then let them contact you.

The beeping as unexpected enough so that everyone turned towards the computer that Felicity was staring at.

"I am so not sure how, actually I know how, I just don't know why, but someone just hacked Star city news page, and left a message." Felicity blinked a few times. "It's gibberish. Like, it makes no sense." She gesticulated towards the screen, but all anyone could see was numbers and letters scrabbled all over without seemingly any system.

"I mean, why would you hack the news page unless you wanted to share something with… oh. OH!" She fistbumped the air. "I know what you are doing, Mr. Hacker. Or Miss. Whatever gender you are, I know what you are doing."

"Felicity?"

"Oh, right sorry. I think the hacker isn't trying to share something with the people on the newspage, I think they are trying to send other hackers a message."

"Don't you have a hackerclub or something where you can do that?" Rene asked, flopping down into a chair next to Felicity.

"This is definitely not legal." Dinah pointed out.

"Talking about legal, shouldn't you go to the station? This seems like a crime to me." Oliver asked without looking away from the screen.

"It's my night off. The captain said I only have to go in in case of emergency, and this doesn't look like one. And I couldn't help anyway. I'm not big on computers."

"Wait a bit more guys. Just another minute." Felicity noted.

It was a little bit more than a minute, but not much. "Oh, this is interesting. This guy must be a freaking genius in computer hacking. I mean, I don't know many people who could come up with this. Maybe someone in Lylah's freaky agency, but other than that, no not really."

Oliver was starting to lose his patience. "Felicity, what's going on?"

"Okay, long story short, as I told you, a hacker wanted to contact us. So she hacked the news page to get our attention, sent a message. I deciphered it, and answered."

"Do we have a location on this hacker?"

"Trying to get a location would be useless, they are too good. I mean I could try, but it would take too long and they would surely notice it and then we wouldn't get the information they are offering."

"What information?"

"I'm waiting for the answer right now, Oliver. This is science and not some magic hodoo."

"I feel like I am watching some series about geek superfriends right now." Rene noted as he stared at the screen.

"Oh. My. God." Felicity gasped and jumped up from the chair. Oliver leaned closer to take a good look at at the screen to see what she was so surprised about, and his breathing almost hitched. Almost.

"Is that Ian Quinn?" He asked.

Felicity nodded. "Very much so. I'm gonna have to look at the data, but it seems our mystery hacker did my job for me: I think she found evidence on Quinn."

"Why not go to the police then?" Dinah questioned, folding her arms.

"This evidence was gotten illegally. I'm guessing whoever our mystery hacker is, did not want to start an investigation towards hackers. That is just so against the hacker code."

"The what now?" Rene asked, surprise evident.

Oliver cleared his throat, trying to get everyone's attention. "Felicity, I need you to look through the information about Quinn and determine if it's enough."

"With the amount of lawyers and money he has? You would need a confession next to the evidence for it to be anywhere near enough." Dinah interrupted, looking at the screen as Felicity swept through the pages. "I think our hacker suspected that too."

Oliver nodded. "Then I will suit up and do the rest. Team, come with me. Oh, and Felicity."

"Yeah?"

"Try to find out more about this hacker. I do not want someone like that running around in Star city."

Felicity nodded. She understood where Oliver was coming from: they had enough problems with Hackers already. But before she could have gotten anywhere with the investigation, a chat panel popped up.

"I only want to help. Don't look for me, because you won't find me, but I will know and won't help you again." – it read.

"How do I know that you aren't dangerous?"

"I am not. To prove that I will leave this chat panel open. You can contact me if you ever need help. But if I find that you are trying to find out about my identity, I will attack your system, and we can find out who is better. But I don't have much to lose, whilst I don't think you'd be happy if I fried your system."

Felicity considered her options. She knew she was one of the best hackers out there, but was it worth the risk? All the hacker did was help them. And it was someone who was concerned enough about Oliver Queen that they decided to retaliate after he was attacked. It may be the best to keep this ally.

"What do I call you then?" she asked.

It took a bit of time before Felicity got an answer.

"Call me Skye."


Daisy took a sip from her café, as she watched the news channel.

"Last night there has been a reported attack against Ian Quinn by none other the Star city vigilante, the Green Arrow. It is not yet known why the vigilante would attack Mr. Quinn, and he has been unavailable for comment. It is unknown whether he was harmed during the attack…"

So she did manage to reach the Arrow then. Good. The other hacker was as good as Daisy thought she would be, which played right into her hand. Although, a little voice inside asked: why did you give the information to the Green Arrow? You could have given it to the police. You could have. Do you want revenge this much?

"If you ask me, the Arrow should have killed that man." The barista said next to her, dragging Daisy out of her thoughts, probably just in time. "You know, I'm willing to bet that attack yesterday against the Mayor Queen? It was done by that piece of garbage."

Daisy's gaze flickered towards the barista. She stood with folded hands, pure disgust written on her face.

"Why do you think that?" Daisy asked, curious. She knew that the barista was right of course, but she wanted to know how the common people without any police intel or SHIELD training figured it out.

"Mr. Queen has been doing a bunch of stuff that got in the way of big shady companies like the Quinn enterprises. Only Quinn isn't the sort of person to just let that go. He is cruel, ruthless, and most definitely a criminal."

Daisy nodded. "So, you a big fan of the mayor?" She smiled and leaned closer. "Is it a crush?" She whispered.

The barista laughed. "I don't think you will find a woman in Star city that doesn't have a crush on that guy. His nickname is 'mayor handsome', if you haven't heard it yet. But no, he isn't my type. Too broody, and most definitely has commitment issues. He comes here from time to time, you know."

"I know." Daisy assured, thinking back to the awkward moment when she walked right into the guy. "I'm Daisy, by the way."

"Angie."

"I know, it's on your shirt." Daisy assured her with a hint of amusement.

The barista laughed embarrassedly. "Right, sorry, I forgot."

"So, you've been living in Star city for long, Angie?" Daisy asked, curiosity taking over.

"All my life." Angie shrugged, leaning on the counter. "Definitely not the best or the safest place in America, but I like it anyway. Got a lot safer since the Arrow appeared. You wouldn't believe how much the crime rate has dropped."

"Good thing I only moved in nowadays then," Daisy joked.

"You are new here?" Angie seemed surprised, but Daisy's answer was interrupted by a customer, asking for a coffee. She waited patiently until her company could pay attention to her again, drinking her coffee slowly and watching the news. Shame Ian Quinn got away that easily after meeting the vigilante. She hoped he would…

"Sorry." Angie noted, joining her again at the counter. "So, you just moved here?"

"Oh yeah." Daisy nodded. "I think you are the first person here I talked to just because of the fun of it, outside of work.

The barista seemed to be considering her for a moment, then smiled. "You know, me and my girlfriends are going shopping tonight. You should come with us, to meet some new people, get some friends. And also because I'm loving your style. That jacket is so cool, it's not off this Earth."

Daisy chuckled. Oh sister, you have no idea. "Yeah, I would like that." She said with a smile.

"Awesome. At seven, in front of the café?"

"Works for me."

Another customer stepped to the counter, and Daisy took that as her cue to leave. She was quite happy. She made a friend, and tonight, possibly more friends. Angie was obviously intelligent, she had to give her that, and very nice. Daisy could use people like that in her life.

As she was exiting the café, she bumped into a familiar face. Well, not literally this time. "Mr. mayor." She greeted him, surprised to see him.

"Daisy," the man had a small smile on his lips as he greeted her, and it reached his always-serious blue eyes, even if only barely. "Also, please stop calling me that, you are working for Dig and Lance, not me."

"I'll consider it," Daisy replied with half a smile. "I didn't know you were here." Normally, that wouldn't mean anything. Only, she looked around the café when she entered, and she didn't notice him.

"I didn't want to be noticed." Oliver answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "But then I saw you and I thought I would say hi."

"That's actually very nice of you," she noted, feeling the suspicion gnawing at her insides. May told her that there were people who could hide their presence, making it impossible to be noticed, but she highly doubted that the mayor would be one of them. "You know, I really should get going. Lance will arrive at the office soon and I have to take over from that." She explained, gesturing towards the door.

"Wait for me? We are actually going in the same direction."

Daisy opened her mouth to say she really needed to go, but Oliver lifted his finger up. "Just let me say goodbye to Felicity, and we can go."

Daisy nodded, her eyes searching the café. She recognized the blonde from when she first met Oliver in this same café. Only, she remembered noticing her when she entered the café. So why didn't she notice Oliver?

He probably came in later, she realized, and suddenly felt like a fool for trying to find spy things in everything, when there was an obvious, common explanation.

"God, I'm becoming Coulson." She murmured.

"What was that?" The returning Oliver asked, looking at her questioningly.

"Nothing. I'm just… nevermind."

"Alright. Should we go then?" He offered, seemingly letting go of the issue, which made Daisy surprisingly glad. She didn't want Oliver to think she was crazy.

"Sure."

Suddenly, there was this prickling feeling at the back of her neck, a feeling she knew way too well. Someone was watching her.

She turned around, searching for the source. It didn't take long to notice the blonde girl, Felicity, staring at her. Her gaze wasn't, in any way, kind. She lifted an eyebrow at her.

"I don't think your girlfriend likes me." She said causally, as she turned around and headed for the exit.

"Who, Felicity?" Oliver raised his eyebrows. "She's no my girlfriend. We are just friends." His voice carried a kind of resignation in it.

Daisy refused to acknowledge the small feeling of relief in her gut. Nope, not going there, not happening.

"But you did date didn't you?" She questioned, earning a surprised look that was quickly masked.

"Yeah. Are you by car?"

"Nah, I live close, I walk." Daisy acknowledged the question for what it was: deflecting. "Why, are you? Aren't you supposed to be taken by your bodyguard, by the way? I mean I get why Mr. Lance would refuse but you are kind of like, you know, the mayor and all."

Oliver chuckled. "I am, but they can't keep up with me."

Oh right, Diggle mentioned he had a tendency to ditch bodyguards, Daisy remembered. That was kinda brave, and very, very foolish. Not that Daisy didn't understand. She would have ditched anyone who was trying to follow her around too. Unless it was May. One does not just ditch May.

"Aren't you afraid you'll be attacked?" She asked curiously, trying to figure out the enigma that was Oliver Queen.

"I can protect myself pretty well." He pointed out, stepping next to a bike. "Hop on, I'll take you."

"The mayor is riding a motorcycle. You know what, I'm not even going to pretend to be surprised by now."

She sat behind him on the bike, hugging him to hold on. And, wow, those were some abs right there, she would know, she trained with Ward for months.

It has been some time since she has ridden a motorbike. She was just used to traveling by quinjets and sometimes cars that occasionally flew or started burning and wow when did that become so normal for her?

"You ready?" Oliver asked, starting the engines.

"Waiting on you Mr. Mayor."

The drive wasn't long, but almost as much fun as a flying car, if not more. Daisy wasn't sure how much of that had to do with the driver, but she willed herself to think that only a very, tiny bit part.

He parked the bike with a graceful (and quite possibly dangerous) turn, but nobody seemed to pay attention around them. Some people nodded at Oliver as a greeting, murmuring a Good day, Mr. Mayor, but otherwise it seemed way too casual. Shouldn't there be a tighter security detail around Oliver? He was attacked yesterday.

"That was fun." Daisy hopped of the bike, realizing that she saved the time with this, which meant she was early. Lance probably wasn't here yet.

"We could do it some other time. I heard you are new to Star city, I could show you some good places." He answered, his voice casual.

"A tour by the mayor? Wow, I would most definitely like that." Daisy approved, unable to contain a smile. "But, back to my question, after yesterday, why aren't you afraid? They tell me you get attacked ridiculously frequently."

"Ah, I'm kinda used to guns pointing at me," the mayor answered with half a smile.

Daisy couldn't help but stare at him questioningly, so much she could almost feel questionmarks appearing in her eyes, like in those ridiculous videos she came across when she was still a hacker and had time for that. Because as a SHIELD agents, she would never spend time on anything this childish. Never. Nope. Okay maybe sometimes, but only when May wasn't around.

"You know how Lance used to be a police officer? I dated his daughter. He was not pleased."

"I can't imagine why that could have been, Mr. I-punched-a-paparazzi-in-the-face," Daisy quipped, suddenly remembering all the things she read.

"You know about that." It was a statement, yet Oliver sounded surprised.

"Yeah, I kinda may have googled you."

Oliver sighed, but amusement was hiding in his eyes. "And to answer the question honestly, I am not scared because if I was, I wouldn't be able to get through the day. And I do have security detail, I have Diggle. There was another guy, but I ditched him in the morning. And right now, I have you."

Brave or stupid? Daisy was getting less and less sure. "You know, I wonder how you haven't gotten shot already."

Oliver shot her an unreadable look, but didn't comment.

"We should go inside" He offered, gesturing towards the building.

"I'm still early. I didn't think the mayor would drive me, for some reason."

"That's not very clever of you. I don't see why you wouldn't calculate with that."

Daisy contained her surprise at the sarcasm because, wow, Mr. Grumpy knows his way around sarcasm? That's new. "It's a mystery, isn't it? I'll have to do better next time."

"Definitely."

They headed towards the building, running into Diggle at the door.

"Oliver, Daisy." The bodyguard greeted them, his eyes narrowing at the hacker.

"Diggle." She nodded at him, and she felt his eyes trying to analyze her, the same way that May used to when she first joined SHIELD. She did not like the way he was trying to read her. Made her feel exposed, even though she knew there was nothing he could see.

"Okay, what is your problem?" Daisy asked, deciding not to beat around the bush. She always did approach things straightforward, not liking cat and mouse games, and this time wasn't any different. "You keep looking at me like I murdered your family or something."

The two men exchanged looks, understanding each other with a simple glance. Only Daisy didn't understand that glance, so this was pissing her off. Obviously, there was something going on, and she wanted to know what.

"It's nothing," Diggle assured her, and god, why didn't Daisy believe that? "I'm just on edge lately. Sorry. Because of the attack yesterday, I'm seeing enemies everywhere."

Okay, Daisy could work with that. She knew how it felt like, not being able to trust anyone anymore. Even though part of her suspected that this wasn't the root of the issue, she was willing to let it go for now.


Oliver felt Diggle's eyes on him as he settled into his chair, looking unhappily at the pile of paper sitting on his desk. This part of the job made him long for it to be night so he could go out there again, hit the streets, and quite possibly hit the thugs too.

"Do you want to say something, Dig?" He asked nonchalantly, waiting for the bodyguard to speak his mind, knowing it would happen eventually anyway.

"What's going on between you and Daisy?" He asked bluntly.

"I'm not sure actually. I keep bumping into her." Oliver answered.

"So you just decided to take her on a ride with your motorcycle because you bumped into her?" Diggle folded him arms.

"Believe it or not, John, that's exactly what happened."

Diggle, obviously, didn't believe it.

"Okay, why don't you share what do you think is happening? You have that face where you know something but think it's absolutely useless to share it with me because I won't believe it anyway."

"I don't have a face like that." Diggle protested.

"It's actually your default face."

"Very funny Oliver. Are you planning to make a move on Daisy?"

Oliver sighed and looked up from the papers. So that's what it was all about then, as he suspected. "Is that disapproval I hear in your voice?"

"No man, it's worry. Daisy seems like a nice girl, but she is hiding something."

"That didn't seem to bother you before."

"Before I didn't know she knew Ian Quinn."

"Fair point." Oliver rubbed his temple. "But if I stay away from her, how are we going to get answers?"

Diggle stared at him, long and hard. Oliver opted to ignore it, turning his attention back to the papers, but suspecting that the conversation wasn't finished.

"So is this just a play? Get close to Daisy to find out more about her?"

"Does it matter?" Oliver was done with the questions, and he made sure Diggle heard that from his emphasizing. To be honest, even he wasn't sure what he wanted from Daisy. He was intrigued by her, yes, and you would have to be blind to not see how pretty she was. But he was also no fool. People he got into a relationship with always, without exception, gotten hurt. Laurel, Sarah, Mckenna, Felicity, and lately Susan, and this not mentioning the five years he has been away.

But then again, he never could stay away from a pretty face, could he?