Villa in Santa Prisca, Night

Enjoying a Mojito, Mason Phillps took a deep-long look at his ocean-side view of his private villa. He had been here for 3 weeks now, ever since the authorities of Star City had busted him for distributing drugs that were illegal in the US; some of them potentially fatal. Fortunately, he had been tipped off by useful parties in the SCPD and was able to make his escape to Santa Prisca where there was no American extradition. As he finished his drink, Phillps then noticed the lights went off in his room, and soon after he heard the sound of gunshots. Growing worried, he walked over to this desk and pull out his handgun. Aiming it at the door, Phillps waited for whoever was coming through the door but instead, he heard a loud screaming noise, and the doors were blown off the door with him falling to the ground with him. Slowly looking up, Phillps saw one of the vigilantes from Star City, the Black Canary.

"Mason Phillps, you are a hard man to find. But not that hard." Laurel Lance said with a smirk.

"Little out of Star City's jurisdiction, don't you think?" Phillps said aching pain from her Canary Cry.

"We've made an exception for you." A voice said and turning around, he saw her partner, the Green Arrow. "Mason Phillps, you have failed Star City," Oliver said then knocked him out. Going to the balcony, using the same maneuvers he used to rescue Dig from prison, Oliver and Laurel attached Phillps to a cable line and deployed a skyhook allowing the ARGUS plane that Lyla had set up to attach the plane to the hook, carrying all three of them out of the Villa and very quickly out of Santa Prisca.

SCPD Interrogation Room, Star City, Next Night

Laurel was glad that she was able to get some sleep on the plane, which was incredibly bumpy. Cause now, she had to get to her other job: making sure the criminals she and Oliver sent to prison, stayed in prison. "Mr. Phillps, Laurel Lance with the DA's office." Laurel greeted him as she walked him on, handcuffed to the table. "So ... how was your flight?" She sassed.

"Cramped," Phillps answered in annoyance. "This can't be legal, I was brought here against my will."

"Actually, it is," Laurel said taking a seat. "Thankfully, the vigilantes of the city don't have to worry about extractions laws that a lawyer like has too. Cause you're here, on US soil and in Star City. Lucky me." She said with a smirk. "Now, let's talk plea deal."

"What plea deal?" He uttered still thinking he'd find a way out of this.

"The one your going to make in the next 5 to 10 minutes, otherwise you're screwed even more than you already are." She remarked. "You have been selling all kinds of unapproved drugs by FDA, for the last three years. Several of which have caused the deaths of 5 people, that we know of. Currently, you have earned yourself a 25 to life sentence. Now, if you cooperate and give me the details of your operation I can guarantee you 25 years max and you'll get out by the time you're in your sixties." She offered and Phillps remained silent for a long minute.

"Can you get me down to 20 or 15?" He asked.

"I might be able to get you 20, but no promises." She told him. '

"Alright," He said taking a huge sigh. "Well, for starters-"

But just as he started talking a woman walked into the room. She had a pale complexation, a short dark haircut, late 40s to early 50s, and was wearing expensive clothing; Amal Clooney, Laurel noticed. "Mason Phillps?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Jeri Hogarth. I'm your attorney. And I can assure you that whatever deal this ADA has offered you, you won't need it with me as your lawyer." Jeri said in a haughty tone.

"ADA Laurel Lance," Laurel introduced herself as she got up. "Your "client" was just about to agree to my plea deal."

"Really? Is that true?" Jeri asked looking back at Phillps.

Taking a good look at Jeri's attire, as he could tell she wasn't a court-ordered attorney; Mason decided to take his chances. "No. Let's see what you have to offer." He told both women.

"Please, leave me alone to my client," Jeri told Laurel as she had no choice but to leave. Taking the chair that Laurel was previously sitting in, Jeri sat her briefcase down and pulled out some paperwork. "Now then, I don't need to remind you that everything that you say to me falls under attorney-client privilege; do I?" She asked her new client?

"No, I know the drill. I also know that you aren't a public defender, not with those clothes? What firm are you with?" He asked curiously.

"My own. Hogarth & Associates." She answered.

"That's a New York office I believe?" He asked recalling the firm, as he had an operation in New York City.

"Correct."

"So why does a very successful and very well-off New York City lawyer want to represent me?" He asked.

"You cut to the chase - I like that. A "client" of mine has been following your operation with interest." She brought up without mentioning that the client was actually herself. "They've developed an interest in your drugs. Tell me, where are you with developments to counter ALS?" She asked.

"We have several promising options, America is really behind in the drug manufacturing department these days. I assume your client has ALS or someone close to them with ALS?" He guessed.

"You guess right. My "client" is suffering from this disease, and yet despite accepting it he still finds himself grasping at straws to extended and improve his quality of life." She admitted her personal feelings to Phillps without actually revealing they were hers. "Now, if you provide proof and access that you have such drugs then in addition to my standard fee you'll provide me then I can assure you that I will do anything, and I do mean "anything" to make sure that you will walk free."

"Deal." He replied.

"Then let's get started." She said confidently.

After waiting outside of the interrogation room for over half an hour, Laurel saw Jeri finally leaving the room. "20 years with the possibility of parole and your client gives us the details of his operation," Laurel told Hogarth.

"No deal, my client will be cleared of all charges that I can assure you," Jeri said confidently.

"Then I suppose I'll see you in court," Laurel said walking away.

Pulling out her cellphone, Jeri dialed Malcolm Ducasse, her firm's PI. "Malcolm, listen how soon can you get to Star City? I have a case that I might need your help on; her name is Laurel Lance." She informed him.

Author's Notes: So I've had this story in my head for some time, I've just kept putting it on hold for other stories. Where I got the idea for this story is that Jeri as a lawyer is pretty much the antithesis to Laurel; Jeri is mostly selfish and victory-driven were Laurel is mostly selfless and altruistic, Laurel is compassionate and moral were as Jeri is amoral, etc. I think it might've been interesting to have Laurel have a rival in the courtroom, who was her exact opposite or someone like Jeri; maybe even have them be a supervillain-lawyer to contrast a superhero-lawyer.

Among the many possible stories for Laurel to explore if she hadn't had been stupidly killed off, is her duality as a lawyer and a vigilante. I'm not saying Laurel could have been the Arrowverse equivalent to Daredevil, but I do think she could have had an episode or two where she could have been conflicted by her respective roles as Matt did from time to time; especially considering her moral personality.