Something that occured to me from re-watching Dexter and I wanted to try Oliver/Helena. I originally considered doing Roy/Jade but given the nature of the story, Oliver/Helena fits better due to their inner darkness.
This is kind of an AU though, so there are Barry and Patty gonna show up but this is mainly Arrow story. Just for the record, Oliver is not exactly a cop but kind of a PI consultant for the police. This is going to be a short story with few chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own DC Comics or the CW TV shows Arrow, The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow, Supergirl or any other characters or elements pertaining to the mentioned franchises.
"So, before his death, Salvati told us about the bodies he had ditched. Most of them. One's missing." Oliver said.
"Thanks for coming." Patty said as she and Oliver went to some greenhouse with Barry.
"From what I've read, Helena Bertinelli laid low after her family got arrested. Looks like she really changed her life." Oliver said.
They saw a brunette woman was tending to some plants before she turned to them. "Do you need something?"
"Detective Patty Spivot and Barry Allen, CSI." They showed their badges as they turned to Oliver. "This is Oliver Queen. A… consultant."
"A consultant. This just gets better and better." Helena muttered. "Look, I've already told the police everything I have to tell about my family. I left them a long time ago and I'd like to put it behind me."
"We just have some questions. I'd prefer if we didn't have to bring you in to the precinct." Patty said calmly.
Helena sighed. "Fine. But I'm busy." They followed Helena into the greenhouse.
"You know nothing about the people Frank Bertinelli and Nick Salvati murdered?" Oliver asked.
"I didn't ask questions about what Dad and Nick were doing, nor was I there." Helena said, as she tended to the plants, while Oliver was about to touch one of them. "I wouldn't touch them, if I were you. They're sharp and poisonous. Can easily give you a headache. So, if that's all—"
"We recently found in your father's house mementos." Barry pulled out of his bag some books. "If you won't mind—"
Helena glared. "I'm afraid I will, Mr…"
"…Allen." Barry said.
"Mr. Allen." Helena sighed. "Sorry but… look, what my family did back then, I'd rather not live with. I wanted no part of it then, I want no part of it now. I have to live with the brand of what my family had done forever. And I'm fine with that. But the only way for me to survive is to let go of my past and move on with my life." She said with a pleading look.
"Don't you think you owe the families of the victims some closure?" Patty pleaded.
"I've already told the police everything I know. I'm sorry but I can't help you. I'd appreciate if you would… just leave." Helena said, on verge of tears. But Oliver couldn't help but see a flicker of something dark in her eyes. Just a flicker for a moment.
Barry nodded as he picked a swab. "We understand. But we'd like to take a DNA sample from you to exclude you—"
"I understand." Helena nodded. "I'm more familiar with the police work than I'd like to be." She turned to Barry. "What, are you gonna show me a court order in your back pocket, Mr. Allen?"
Barry showed her the court order. "Miss Bertinelli, if I may—"
"Just make it quick, please." Helena sighed. She opened her mouth as Barry took a sample of saliva from her mouth.
"Thank you."
Sometime later, Oliver entered the precinct as he sat at Patty's desk.
"What do you want, Oliver?" Patty asked.
"What do you got on Helena?" Oliver asked as she pulled out a file and read it.
"Helena Bertinelli. Four years in a juvie after pleading guilty for being an accomplice to Frank Bertinelli's crimes. Claimed that he forced her to it. Another victim of his crimes. She testified against him." Patty said.
"You think she's innocent?" Oliver asked.
"Honestly, I don't know what to think." Patty said. "She seems like an innocent victim but when I look into her eyes…"
"…there's something dark in them." Oliver nodded.
"Like with you. Remember Edward Rasmus?" Patty asked.
"Tell me where's Taylor Moore!" Oliver snarled, holding Rasmus by his feet after chasing him down in his office, with Rasmus hanging over the balcony as Oliver had in his other hand a phone.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't let me go, please—" Rasmus screamed as Oliver briefly let go before catching him. "OK! There's a box! In the basement!"
Oliver put the phone to his ear. "Did you get that?"
Patty, Quentin and Hilton were in Rasmus's house, as they entered the basement and opened the box, revealing Taylor with closed eyes.
"He's alive. Barely."
"Thank you." Oliver said before letting Rasmus go. Rasmus thought he was going to die until he felt bones crack as his body crashed with the table. "You're lucky I didn't throw you in the outer balcony."
"Oliver, you know I don't approve of your methods, so please, try not to make such a mess." Patty said.
"Don't worry." Oliver assured as he left but Patty remained unconvinced.
"Mr. Queen?"
Oliver turned around to face Helena, once he left the precinct. "Can I help you, Miss Berti—"
"Just 'Helena' is fine." Helena said.
"Can I help you?" Oliver asked.
"I read about you. You're some kind of a Sherlock Holmes to the police or something like that." Helena said.
"Not exactly. I'd prefer the term 'consultant'." Oliver said.
"I've heard what happened with Rasmus. Does the police approve of your methods?" Helena asked, intrigued by him and for some inexplicable reason, Oliver was intrigued by her too.
"You know the saying, 'What eyes don't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.'" Oliver shrugged as Helena nodded.
Sometime later, Helena was helping the police find bodies buried outside the city as the dogs were looking around.
"It's hot as hell out here." Patty noted.
"There's an old motel, where Helena and the Bertinellis stayed." Barry gestured. "Nothing has changed much since their spree. We might find the bodies here." Suddenly, he smacked himself on the neck. "Goddamned bugs."
"I'll go get some spray." Patty said as she and Barry left.
"Is this part of your job?" Helena asked, approaching Oliver, while taking a drink. "You stand around and stare, Mr. Queen?"
"When there's something out of the ordinary, like body or blood, or something that's not supposed to be there, they'll call the CSIs. In exceptional cases, me too." Oliver said. "I can see things most people can't see with naked eye."
Helena sighed, looking sad as she stared. "I remember when I first saw Dad kill someone. Shot him in the chest right in front of me for refusing to give him protection money. Was scary as hell."
A few minutes later, they dug out old corpses as Barry examined them with Oliver.
"They put up a fight. Judging from the cuts in the fabric, it was a rather small knife. Six inches." Barry said.
Oliver took a closer look at the other victim. "She was straddled by her assailant…" Then he took a closer look. "Whoever did this, was smaller than Frank or Salvati."
"Who did this, then?" Barry asked as Oliver glanced at Helena. There was only one other person who could have killed her. "Well, it could've been Helena but we don't know for sure until we run some tests. We'll have to take the bodies to the lab. I think we're done here."
"OK, let's grab them." Patty ordered as the CSIs took the bodies.
Unknowing to Barry and Patty, Helena had been listening and smirking. Just for a second. But Oliver noticed that. And in that second, he knew. The flicker of darkness in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.
Oliver was approaching his car as Helena neared him. "So you help the lab geeks."
"That's part of my job." Oliver said. "But I can see more behind the story than it seems to be at first glance." He picked Helena's wrist as he saw an old scar.
"It's something from Nick, when I talked back at him and refused to help." Helena smirked.
Oliver's eyes narrowed. "Bullshit. Whoever killed that woman was smaller than Frank or Salvati. They were busy disposing of the other bodies. And the killer used a different knife. And she was inexperienced. This was her first kill. She got carried away, stabbed the woman again and again and again until she cut herself in her palm."
Helena chuckled. "Nice deduction, Sherlock. But there's no way to prove that. I'm sticking to my story…"
"Which is a lie." Oliver pointed out, seeing the darkness in her eyes. The same darkness he had when he looked at himself in the mirror.
"…and besides, I have a deal with the District Attorney's office. Immunity for cooperation against my family." Helena reminded. "A girl has to protect herself. See you around… Ollie." She winked and smirked as she left as Oliver's eyes narrowed at her.
Sometime later, Oliver returned to Helena's house as she was tending to some plants in her garden and she turned to him.
"Are you stalking me, Mr. Queen?" Helena asked as she picked a dead rabbit.
"Just 'Oliver' is fine. What did you do to Peter Rabbit?" Oliver asked.
"Poison. I tried a trap but they keep coming back. Ruining my plants. I'm doing what I have to do to protect them." Helena said.
"Remind me to never come into your place uninvited." Oliver said.
"Too little too late. First you accuse me of murder, then animal cruelty, what next?" Helena asked.
"No." Oliver said. "I wanted to apologize. Mr. Allen did the analysis but the blood was too degraded by the years coming by and the dirt. The results were inconclusive. I shouldn't have accused you in the first place. Consider this my honest apology."
Helena smirked. "It must be hard to admit, when you're wrong."
Oliver knew he was right but he needed Helena to let her guard down. "You have a plant advice? I want to buy one for my apartment."
Helena led him into her greenhouse. "You live alone? No girlfriend or—"
"No. Just my lonesome self." Oliver said.
"I was engaged for a time. But…" Helena looked saddened. "…he passed away." She handed Oliver some yellow plants. "How about this one? It may last for years with good care."
"I kind of figured that plants start to die once you get them out of their natural place." Oliver shrugged.
Helena's eyes narrowed. "A dark outlook, don't you think?"
"Let's just say I've seen my share of dark." Oliver said. "How did he die? Your fiancé?"
"Heart attack." Helena said as Oliver's eyes narrowed at the plants. He had experience with poison and if you knew the right plants…
Barry was in the lab as his phone rang and he answered the call. "Hey, Ollie?"
"Barry, can you send me an autopsy report on Michael Stanton?" Oliver asked.
"Why?" Barry asked.
"I'm trying to look into an old case." Oliver said.
"OK…"
"Heart attack." Oliver read. But as he looked into it, he read about some inconclusive reports about some unknown substance in the blood that no one could identify. But Oliver knew his. Aconite. Ingesting it causes heart attack. Helena killed her fiancé. But the police couldn't prove that since they had no idea what they were looking for.
Then he heard the doorbell and he opened the door and smiled to see Helena. "Can I help you, Helena?"
"It's honestly getting creepy how you stare at me. I could see it in your eyes." Helena said. "What's so attractive about me?"
"I wanted to take you out." Oliver said bluntly. For some reason, he just blurt it out and Helena stared. For a moment he tensed, thinking he had shown her his true face.
"On a date?" Helena laughed and Oliver internally relaxed. Clearly she thought he was being literal. "You're sweet but I don't date. Attachments aren't my thing."
"So what's your thing?" Oliver asked.
"Honestly, I don't know." Helena said.
Bull. She just wouldn't show to Oliver who she really is.
Helena took a breath and sat down. "When I was a kid, we'd go to Disney World. I especially loved it during Christmas. Santa's Holiday Adventure. It would remind me of how innocent I was. Back then, things were simple. I didn't know who my family really was and had this… fantasy about being in a happy family. But then… once you look past the beauty… all you can see…"
"…is the ugly." Oliver finished, feeling bad for her.
"Once you touch that darkness, it stays with you forever. I just didn't know who I am anymore." Helena said, staring outside the window.
Then Oliver got an idea. He knew he couldn't let her walk free, nor could he prove her guilt with any solid proof. There was only one solution and right now he had the perfect opportunity. "I know a place. But it's not exactly legal get in. How do you feel about breaking and entering?"
Later at night, they broke into an old amusement park and were in some kind of a Christmas themed house as Oliver turned on the lights. Helena smiled as she looked around.
"I thought this might bring you some peace." Oliver said.
Helena felt like a young innocent child for a moment as her eyes got wet. "Thank you."
But her instincts suddenly turned on as she whirled around but Oliver had her pinned to the wall with a knife at her neck. "I know you lied. And you think because they have no proof, you can escape justice. But you can't. Not my justice."
He thought Helena would show fear but she just smirked. "There's the look I've been waiting to see. You hide it well from the others but you can't hide it from me. Go ahead. Do it. Come on." She touched the handle of the knife and neared the blade to her own throat. "Do what you gotta do. Kill me, Oliver."
Oliver pulled the knife away and Helena smirked, believing that he was going to stab her in the head but he jammed the knife into the wall inches away from her face as they stared at each other. Their masks had fallen off. They were their true selves now, their darkness exposed to each other. The killers staring into each other's eyes. Oliver thought Helena was going to kill him and Helena thought he was going to kill her as they kept staring at each other.
But then they felt energy build up between them that they couldn't explain. Next thing they both knew, they were tearing each other's clothes off as they laid down onto a table and Helena moaned and panted out as she felt Oliver giving in.
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