Just u fun little one shot. Completely AU. This one focuses heavily on a Lauriver friendship. If that's not for you I advice you not to read.
Enjoy!
Laurel made her way to Queen Consolidated in a hurry, the sirens in the car making it easy for her to maneuver through the rush hour traffic. Cars where stopping or carefully pulling towards the sidewalk so that she could pass through. She knew she wasn't supposed to abuse her power like that but right now she couldn't care less. She needed to see Oliver.
Parking the car near the front entrance (another perk of having a police car) she rushed into the building, quickly pushing the elevator button to the top floor. She wasn't even completely inside before she blurted out the reason she came "Felicity is unbelievable"
Oliver smiled at Laurel fondly, pulling her in for a quick hug. Her raging heart beating rapidly against his chest "What did she do this time?" he asks.
"She color coordinated every single criminal in the Starling City police database. Seriously Oliver, this is getting out of hand" Laurel said, smoothing out her clothes.
"She did what?" Oliver asked surprised. His eyes fixed on the star pinned onto Laurel's outfit. He still wasn't used to Laurel being the chief of police. He always imagined her becoming a lawyer or judge or whatever but never the head of the Starling City police department. Okay, so she really didn't choose the profession willingly, it's more like the opportunity presented itself and she found it to be a great way to honor her father's legacy, the previous Starling City chief of police. But, never the less, a great chief she became.
"She freaking color coordinated the criminals" Laurel sighed exasperated. This was so not what she had in mind when she had come into work this morning. She deliberately went in early, carefully planning how she was going to execute her well thought out plan. That plan went out the window, the minute she was greeted by an already very bubbly blond the minute she walked into her office. No way she was going to get to put up her feet, watch an episode (or two) of Law & order (hey, don't judge, she has to get knowledge from somewhere other than all those dingy stuffy books) and enjoy her perfectly brewed espresso from the tiniest hole in the wall coffee shop next to the precinct.
"Felicity's probably just trying to help" he says. Felicity Smoak, the police department's newest addition was a force to be reckoned with. She might be blond but that didn't mean she wasn't smart. She was crazy smart, had an amazing work ethic and was probably the bubbliest personality the department had had in years. They just didn't know what to do with her tendency to organize things that didn't particularly needed organizing. Technically Oliver had been the one to recommend hiring her, hence the fact Laurel was complaining to him right now. That, and the fact that they had been pretty much best friends for over 15 years so she came to him with practically everything.
So, instead of her morning coffee and Law & order reruns she was propelled into something what felt like an alternate universe where all of her paperwork had mysteriously eaten color paint "Oliver, I have a desk full of green, orange and red folders. It literally feels like I'm walking into the freaking twilight zone every time I enter my office. According to Felicity the green folders represent the 'harmless criminals', the orange ones are the 'not so dangerous but still bad enough to put behind bar criminals' and the red ones are the 'shoot first ask questions later' kind of criminals" Laurel explained "her words, not mine" she added when she saw Oliver's face contort in confusion. To say she wasn't in the best of moods was the understatement of the century.
Oliver had told hold back his chuckle. That seemed so very much like Felicity it was almost funny (hey, he said almost) if it wasn't for Laurel's murderous stare. Before he had recommended her to the police force Felicity Smoak had been his Executive Assistant at Queen Consolidated. And in her short time working beside him she had managed to file away all of his associates as either 'money-grabbing-worthless-douche bags' or 'super-nice-I-like-them-you-should-do-business-with-them' folders. Turns out, apparently Felicity had a thing for folders. "Just tell her you don't like it, Laurel. You're the boss"
Laurel chuckled sarcastically "Are you kidding me, Ollie," she asks, raising her eyebrows as if that answered all of his questions "You don't say no to Felicity Smoak, and you know it"
"Laurel, you're the chief of police. It's your precinct. You decide what does and doesn't happen. If you don't like it tell her"
"Can't you do it, Ollie?" Laurel asked sweetly, dropping a hand on his shoulder. Oliver sighed. In all the years that he had known her he had come to read all of her signs, and this one was the 'please help me I'm in over my head I don't know what to say to her' kind. The one that usually meant that he would be the one delivering the bad news. And normally he didn't mind being the bearer of bad news, but this was Felicity. Bubbly, funny, amazingly sweet Felicity Smoak. Telling Felicity no was like kicking a puppy. Something you just couldn't bring yourself to do. "No," he said resolute "this is something you're going to have to figure out yourself"
Laurel raised her eyebrows "Oliver" she dared, giving him the sweetest smile she could muster. She definitely knew how to get under his skin, but he wasn't going to fall for her charms this time. "Laurel" Oliver countered. He was not going to give in. Laurel Lance was a capable young woman who could perfectly take care of herself. He was not going to bail her out this time.
It was quiet for a little while before Laurel finally spoke "Fine," she eventually relents "but only because I know you'll be sleeping on the couch if you do it"