A/N: So it was kindly pointed out to me that I have some common grammar problems and a few other writer errors. I'd like to apologize for that. I started using Grammarly. Hopefully, it will help with those problems and improve my writing. I apologize in there are still some mistakes.

I also would like to state I am no expert on how the justice system works when it comes to Domestic abuse and such so if it's inconsistent I apologize in advance.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

"Okay, so these have been coming in for the past two weeks more frequently." Felicity held out a stack of notes to Diggle and Oliver. Felicity chewed on her red pen as she watched them read over the threatening notes left by Daron Anders.

The first couple of notes were addressed to Amelia about missing her, that he loved her, that he wouldn't ever hurt her or their son again. The same spiel all abusive men spat full of empty apologies and promises. It wasn't anything Felicity hadn't heard a whole lot more than once, including from personal experience.

But the notes escalated to threats ranging from threatening Amelia to come home before she drives him crazy. That he wanted her and their son back or he was going to make her regret leaving him.

Until the notes were not only threats about getting her and Henry back but that he knew she was being sheltered and it was only a matter of time before he got his hands on her and when he finally found where she was being sheltered, he would make her regret ever thinking that she could hide from him.

"How is he sending these?" Asked Diggle. "He can't know where the shelter is."

"You know when the women come in, I have them leave behind all their old internet accounts and I set them up with new more secure ones in which they can still remain in contact with their families but I still monitor all their old accounts just as a precaution."

Diggle nodded. "So he's sending these threats through one of Amelia's old accounts."

Felicity nodded. "He's sending them to her email. Not very smart, I was able to track it back to his IP Address and found where he's currently staying. I figured I can take this to Detective Lance and see what he can do. I'm not sure how much he can do but it's worth a shot."

"So he has no idea where she's being sheltered," Oliver concluded. "That's one silver lining."

"He sent this one today." Felicity held out another paper, handing it to Oliver.

"When I find you, I'm going to remind you just who you belonged to until you realize you and our son can never escape me. You'll regret thinking for even a second you could take my son and leave." Oliver read out loud.

Diggle frowned. "Yeah, he sounds like he's going to be a real problem. I think we should increase security to be on the safe side. I'll put some feelers out see who might be interested and keep it discreet."

"Do we tell Amelia, though?" Oliver dropped the paper back onto Felicity's desk. "If we can handle this without any problems there's no need to scare her."

"True and I don't want to scare her unnecessarily." Felicity twirled her red pen between her fingers. "But she has the right to know. I would want to know if I was her. It's better for her to be prepared than caught off guard."

"Alright, so we tell her but we make sure she knows we're going to do everything to keep her and Henry safe." Digg dropped the papers he held on Felicity's desk. "I'm gonna make a few calls."

Once Diggle was gone Oliver focused on Felicity seeing the worried look on her expressive face, he walked around her desk to lean against the edge. "I know you're worried but we're going to keep Amelia and Henry safe."

Felicity nodded, offering up a thankful smile. "I know." She pushed her glasses up her nose. "I know. But I can't help but worry."

Oliver placed his hand on her shoulder. "That's because you care so much." It was one of the things he admired so much about her. Felicity had a huge heart and cared so much about everyone else.

Oliver pushed off her desk, moving his hand from her shoulder. "I'm gonna go make the rounds, check in with everyone."

Felicity nodded as he moved toward her office door, watching him, once he was out the door she picked up her phone, dialing Detective Lance's number with the intention of asking him to meet with her.

"Detective Lance." Felicity greeted when she heard his gruff voice answered the other line. "This is Felicity. I was hoping you had time to meet with me, today? Say around two o'clock?"

When a knock sounded on her office door, she called out for the person to enter as she moved her fingers rapidly over the keyboard, searching for anything and everything she could find on Daron Anders.

Anything she might be able to give to Lance that could help put the man behind bars far away from his family.

"Hey Felicity, Sara mentioned last night that you wanted to meet with me."

Felicity looked up to see Amelia pushing into the room. Amelia was a small woman in her late twenties, with a riot of curly blonde hair, green eyes, and creamy white skin.

Felicity remembered when she first came to the shelter just six weeks ago, how her shoulder and torso were wrapped in bandages, red angry marks on her neck, blue hand marks on her arms, purple bruising along her jaw, her left eye sealed shut it was swollen so badly, her bottom lip split, puffy and swollen.

And though Amelia's physical wounds had since healed, Felicity knew that just because the physical wounds were no longer visible didn't mean the psychological ones had healed from being in an abusive relationship. Those wounds were the hardest to heal.

"I did." Felicity nodded at the chair across from her. "You can have a seat if you'd like."

"Thank you." Amelia slowly took a seat, pushing her hair back in a nervous gesture. "What's this about?"

"It's about your husband. I didn't want to say anything at first cause I didn't want to worry you but I think it's important that you remain aware of the situation." Amelia's shoulders had hunched, every muscle in her body tensing at the mention of her husband.

"Did he –" her voice cracked and she paused, looking down at her hands where they fisted the ends of the t-shirt she wore, she took a moment to compose herself and spoke again. "Did he find us? Did he find Henry and me?"

"No." Felicity shook her head. "No. He's been sending threats through your old email and from what I gather he knows you're being sheltered but he doesn't know where."

Fear filled Amelia's eyes. "But if he knows that then it's only a matter of time before he finds us." Amelia stood shakily, a wave of panic starting to surge through her. "I have to go. I have to get Henry. We have to run."

Felicity rose from her chair and rounded her desk, coming to stop in front of Amelia taking her hands in her own. "Hey." She was sure to catch Amelia's eye. "I am not going to let anything happen to you."

"What if he finds me and Henry?" She shook her head, her breaths coming out in quick pants. "I can't-I can't risk that. I just can't."

"Hey, take a deep breath with me," Felicity said realizing Amelia was on the verge of a panic attack. Amelia took a deep breath. "Good. Just breathe with me." Felicity waited until Amelia's breathing matched her own. "I've been where you are Amelia. Not exactly the same situation seeing as I was never married and I don't have a child but I know what you're going through."

Amelia's hand tightened on hers, gripping her hands back. "But you're here."

"Exactly. I'm still here and I'm fighting for women just like you and I. I came out of it stronger and so can you. But I need you to trust that I won't let any harm come to you or Henry."

"How can you be so sure?" Amelia whispered, looking at Felicity with a desperation that Felicity once saw in the mirror looking back at her.

"Because I will do anything to protect you. I will do whatever it takes to keep you and Henry safe. No matter what." Felicity vowed. "And if I have to stop your husband then that is exactly what I will do."

Amelia nodded as she tried to blink back tears her bottom lip trembling.

"Okay?" Felicity asked, making sure Amelia could see how serious she was.

"Okay." Amelia's voice was a little shaky but she repeated it again. "Okay." Her voice coming out stronger than the first time.

"Come here," Felicity said, pulling the other woman into a comforting hug. "Everything is going to be okay." She rubbed her hand up and down the woman's back soothingly.

Amelia breathed easier, pulling back with a trembling smile. "Thank you, Felicity. For everything you've done for me."

Felicity shook her head as she gave Amelia's hand one last reassuring squeeze. "You don't have to thank me. I'm glad I can help."

Amelia smiled. "I'm going to go check on Henry. I need to see him, make sure he's all right." She just really needed to keep her son close by at all times. If there was something she needed to know right now it was that her son was safe. That was the most important thing to her.

"Of course." Felicity walked back behind her desk and took a seat. "If you need to talk or just need anything at all you know where to find me."

Amelia nodded once before walking out of her office. Felicity sunk into the back of her chair, removing her glasses and rubbing at her temples briefly before opening up the files Digg left on her desk of potential guards she could higher for the extra security they had talked about.

There was an ex-cop, Dinah Drake, an ex-army forces Renee Ramirez, and were just two among the many recommendations he gave her.

Felicity set to work doing all the background checks she deemed necessary on each of the folders, hopefully, a few of them would meet her requirements for the job. The more security she could get on the shelter and Amelia and Henry the better.

"Sorry, I'm a little late. There was a five car pile up. Luckily no one was seriously hurt." A gruff voice could be heard, as the sound of a scraping chair against the ground sounded.

Felicity looked up from her tablet to see Detective Lance taking a seat across from her at their usual table at the Oceanside café that they frequently met at for their meetings. "It's fine. It's only been twenty minutes. I'm glad no one was seriously hurt."

"Here's your order of one scone, one croissant, a black coffee and one vanilla cappuccino." One of the café's server's said, placing their order on the table before moving on with a parting smile.

"Hope you don't mind but I went ahead and ordered for you." Felicity placed her tablet on the table after locking the screen and pushed his coffee and scone toward him.

"It's fine." Lance immediately reached for the coffee, taking a drink. "How's your week been?"

"Could have been better." Felicity tore a small piece of her croissant off and popped it into her mouth.

"With what you do that's not all that surprising." Lance took a bite of his scone before swallowing it down with another drink of his coffee.

Felicity swallowed her bite of croissant and took a drink of her cappuccino, nodding his point. "Maybe but what I'm doing is important and I wouldn't change the path I've chosen."

"That's good to hear. I don't know who I would go to when I get these domestic cases otherwise. What you're doing for these women is not something that can be put into words." Lance said, referring to the many women he had sent Felicity's way when a domestic abuse case hit his desk. He wasn't one to really express himself with words but what Felicity was doing for those women was admirable.

"And you?" Asked Felicity. "How have you been?"

"I've been good. Streets have been quite busy. The crime rate is up but we're doing what we can." He lifted his coffee cup. "You should really consider moving your place of business out of the glades. It's getting more dangerous out there and I feel better knowing you weren't spending most of your time in the worst part of the city."

"You know I can't do that." Felicity disagreed with a shake of her head. "No one would think a shelter meant to keep anyone safe would be in the Glades when it supposed to be so dangerous. One would assume we were sheltering them in a more less crime populated area."

"I really appreciate that you want to help these women but you also need to consider your own safety," Lance said.

"That's why we have such good security."

"I don't see any security with you now," Lance said with gruff disapproval.

"I don't need personal security." Felicity didn't know how she dealt with all the overprotective men in her life. "That's what's Digg's self-defense training is for."

"It's good and all being able to protect yourself, Felicity, but don't go borrowing unnecessary trouble."

Felicity knew he was going to worry no matter what she told him, she reached for the folder she brought with her and held it out to him officially changing the subject. "I asked you to meet with me because of this. Amelia, I'm sure you remember her since you brought her and her son to the shelter. Her husband has been sending this to her old email accounts."

Lance took the folder, opened it up and read over the threats. "Do you have proof he sent them?" Lance's jaw tightened.

"I tracked it back to his IP Address, his accounts and where he's staying. I was hoping you would be able to do something."

"Most of this will be considered circumstantial," Lance said gruffly, snapping the folder shut, placing it on the table in front of him. "Not a lot for me to go on but I'll do what I can. We need to keep this bastard away from her and her boy."

"Anything you can do will be of great help and the sooner we have this resolved the sooner I can help Amelia and Henry start over somewhere new and so far away from him neither of them will ever have to see him again."

"You will and their lives will be better for it and I know someone else who can use your help." He reached into his pocket pulling out the small notepad that he used to take notes when working his cases. "A few nights ago I answered a domestic call. A young woman, Gina Waltkins got into a fight with her boyfriend he tried to force her into their vehicle but she fought back and he dragged her anyway, she ended up throwing herself from the car and was injured quite a bit resulting in a concussion, multiple cuts, bruises, and abrasions."

Felicity frowned. "Is he in jail? That should be enough to at least get him charged with assault and battery."

"She refused to press charges and went back to him." Lance shook his head. "It's only a matter of time before she's found dead if she doesn't try to get away."

"If she came to you for help than she at least knows she needs to get out before that happens."

"I wish that were the case." Said Lance with feeling. "It was her mother that contacted me afterward. She's terrified that her daughter is going to get herself killed by staying with her boyfriend. I immediately thought of you and thought maybe you could convince her that she needs to leave. She needs to get far away from him before the worse happens. Maybe talking to someone who's been there personally will get through to her how serious her situation is before its too late." Lance ripped the paper from his notepad.

"The first number is her mother's, her name is Maria and the second one is Gina's." Felicity reached out, taking the paper and looked at the numbers before nodding. "I'll see if I can't get her to realize she needs to seek help, offer her a safe place at the shelter."

"You might have a better shot at setting up a meeting by contacting the mother first. Hopefully, she'll be able to convince her daughter to meet with you."

"I'll do that." She said, finishing off her croissant. "I'll give them a call as soon as I'm back at the office." She reached into her wallet to pay for their coffee.

"I got it," Lance told her, dropping a ten on the table to cover the bill. "And before you start protesting you can get the bill next time. C'mon, I'll walk you to your car then I got to get back to work. The streets aren't going to keep the crime off them themselves."

When they reached her car Felicity thanked him. "Stay safe, Detective."

"Don't worry about me. I'm always safe." His lips twisted up into a wry grin and Felicity shook her head in response with a small grin of her own.

Felicity returned to her office and was greeted by Diggle and Oliver following her inside. "Did any of your calls pan out, John?"

Felicity rounded her desk, taking her seat. "I was able to get in contact with several old war buddies working personal security. David Sawyer and Mathew Collins. And they're good men and they're willing to take up the job."

"And you trust them?" Felicity questioned.

"I do. Oliver and I worked with them on several missions in our army days."

"And you?" Felicity looked at Oliver. "Do you trust them?"

"They saved my life once or twice when behind enemy lines. I trust them." Oliver answered.

"Alright. Set something up." Felicity told Digg. Digg nodded and stepped out of her office.

"How did the meeting with Lance go?" Oliver questioned, stepping toward her desk.

"As well as I expected. He's gonna do what he can. Also, he told me about this young woman. It sounds like she refuses to get away from her abusive boyfriend. He was hoping I could get through to her and offer her help."

"If anyone can. It's you."

Felicity glanced up at him, tilting her head. "What makes you so sure?"

Oliver gave a faint smile. "You have a way with words."

"Let's hope you're right." Felicity murmured, picking up her desk phone and dialing the mother's number. "Hello, I'm looking for Maria Waltkins?"

"This is her? Can I ask who's calling?" An older female voice sounded.

"Felicity Smoak. I'm a friend of Detective Lance's. I believe I can help your daughter."

"Can you really?" Felicity could hear the hope in the woman's voice. "I've gone to the cops. I've tried talking to her and nothing is working. I don't know what else to do."

"I can promise you I will do everything I can," Felicity promised and could practically feel the breath of relief the woman let out.

"Thank you." Her voice cracked with emotion. "Thank you so much."

"All I need for you to do is convince your daughter to meet with me."

"I will."

"Good you can reach me at this number. I hope to hear from you soon." Felicity bid the woman goodbye before setting her phone back in its cradle.

"I talked with Digg and we think we should put personal security on Amelia and Henry for the time being. I was thinking Slade." Oliver told her once she wrapped up her conversation.

"Sounds good." Felicity nodded. Slade was one of their best and she knew if there was ever any trouble Slade would not hesitate in ending any threat that became a problem. "You can tell him about the situation and the measures we're taking. I want eyes on Amelia and Henry at all times until this is all handled."

"Understood." Oliver nodded, stepping out of her office.

She pulled her chair closer to her desk, looking at her computer screen, she cracked her knuckles, her hands poised over the keyboard, with a look of pure determination. "Let's see what I can dig up on this sonofabitch."

A/N: Thanks for reading. :)