Chapter 9 – Roy Harper
An: I do not own Arrow. I know this is extremely late and I'm very sorry.
Roy Harper had zero skills to work as a secretary. He couldn't even answer the phone properly. "Hey, what do you want?" was not the appropriate way to answer her business phone. "Hey, who do you need followed?" wasn't an option either. After writing out on several cue cards detailing the appropriate greetings she accepted, she then had to write out the follow up procedure passed the "Good Morning, Smoak Detective Agency. How may I help you?". Felicity realised quickly she was going to have to train Roy herself and she was determined to turn him into a working professional.
She discovered that Roy hadn't even finished his high school education and she decided that was a great place to start her training. She bought several text books and informed Roy that he would be taking his GED test in three months. Naturally that didn't go over well with him so she gave him the option of either doing the test or facing Oliver's wrath because she kicked him out of the office. He decided to take the test.
The test had four sections, reasoning through language arts, mathematical reasoning, science and social studies. Felicity decided to start with math and science first. After the way he answered the phone, language arts might be the most difficult subject for him. She set aside three hours every day to assess Roy's knowledge on each subject and teach him the necessary concepts to pass his GED. The three hours sometimes turned into four when Thea dropped by for help with her statistics assignments. The Queens were apparently math challenged.
Despite Roy living upstairs (Thea had figured out where Roy was living and turned the upstairs part of the building into a loft for him to live in) he was always late for work. Felicity usually had to walk up the stairs and bang on his door to wake him up. Most of the time, Thea emerged from the room with Roy and she had to severely lecture the girl about keeping Roy from his responsibilities. Just because she had managed to get a semester of late classes, didn't mean she could keep Roy in bed every morning. He had his own responsibilities to fulfill.
Roy's computer skills weren't as bad as his language skills but his typing was atrocious. He typed with both index fingers and spent most of the time trying to find the letters on the keyboard. Felicity eventually wrote a typing programme for him to learn to type. Their computers were networked and she synced their phones so he would always know what her schedule was even if a meeting popped up while she was out of office. Oliver caught wind of that specific feature and wanted her to sink his phone to hers but she refused. She accepted Roy knowing her every move that was enough for the time being.
Despite his numerous short falls Roy was like a little brother to her. His sarcastic tough guy attitude covered a good heart. He was actually really great with the clients who cried their hearts out. He sat and he listened patiently to all of their problems while handing them a tissue to blow their nose. She swore she had a few clients come back with fake problems just so they could talk to Roy.
The one person Roy didn't get along with was Frank. He thought it unfair that she should be harassed by the federal government like that. He had all sorts of code names for Frank. His favourite was Coyote. Frank was the Coyote and she was the smart Road Runner that the Coyote could never catch. "Beep beep!" Roy would say into the intercom system between her office and his desk to alert her that Frank was outside and he was letting him in.
Moira and Thea had gone all out on the office. There was an open receptionist area where Roy sat behind an expensive desk. There was one chair near his desk for him to converse quietly with clients and then a row off to the side. Felicity didn't think she needed so much seating area for clients but she had been pleasantly wrong. Her certificate that allowed her to practice as a Private Detective was framed and displayed on the wall. Moira also had her MIT certificates framed and posted. The elder Queen also took various liberties in placing various works of art by local artists on the wall. Felicity rather liked the one of the small park in The Glades. It showed how much life existed in the community and it reminded her of why she did the work she did.
Besides the receptionist area, Felicity had a private office where she spoke to clients. There was a file room off to the side of the receptionist area with fire proof filing cabinets and a large fire proof safe. Oliver's input to the design of the main floor was the addition of a large kitchen area. At first Felicity had no idea why he wanted that but she soon discovered the answer.
Their close proximity to Verdant meant Oliver arrived every day for lunch and they ate as a team. They rotated between Big Belly Burger, Thai, Sushi, Chinese, Italian and Raisa's home cooking. The type of food chosen depended on who was paying. If it was Roy's turn, it was Big Belly Burger. If it was Digg, he was fond of Thai or Chinese. Felicity liked Big Belly Burger as well but when she thought her tummy was getting a little big so she switched to buying sushi for lunch. Oliver was the one that treated them to Italian and occasionally took them to the Queen's private table at Table Salt. Oliver had also started indulging her wine habit. She made one flippant comment about red wine at lunch one day and bottles of Lafite Rothschild started appearing in her office, at home, in the training area and in the base. Her mother was already on her case about knowing Oliver Queen, all the expensive wine bottles were not helping her evade her mother's questions.
Felicity slammed her fist down on her desk in frustration. Another skill Roy lacked was filing.
"Roy do you have the Schneider file on your desk?" she asked into the intercom.
"Maybe, I have a few files on my desk," came his answer.
"Look for it and please file the ones we're finished with," Felicity reminded him for the umpteenth time.
"Sure. Oliver's here with lunch. Looks like he got you that lasagna you love," he informed her. His tone hinted that there was something more to the purchase of the lasagna.
Felicity stood from her desk and exited her office. Oliver and Diggle were now coming through the second door, each with a bag of Italian food in their arms.
"Roy as soon as you find that file you can join us for lunch," Felicity instructed him.
"Blondie, you don't need to come up with excuses to have lunch with Oliver alone. You can just tell us to get lost," Roy replied with a sly smirk.
Felicity threw her hands up in the air, "I don't know what to do with you sometimes." She turned away from Roy and made a beeline to the kitchen, Oliver following behind her.
"Does that mean I eat outside with Roy?" Digg asked in a teasing tone.
"Not you too," Felicity groaned as she entered the kitchen.
"Ignore them," Oliver said as placed their bag down on the counter.
"I do," she assured him.
Felicity pulled the plates out of the cupboards and Oliver started plating the food.
"How's your day going?" he asked as they worked.
"Good," Felicity replied reaching for the glasses in a cupboard.
It was a glass of orange juice for Roy, Coke for Digg, water for Oliver and coffee for her, unless there was a bottle of wine in the bag, then Oliver would insist she could treat herself to a glass of wine with her meal.
"I might need to borrow Digg tomorrow to go to the bank," she said to him.
He nodded, "I'm glad my mother's referrals are working out."
Roy entered with Digg, "Blondie, the file is on your desk."
"Where was it?" she asked him.
"Around," was Roy's cryptic answer.
The next day she arrived at the usual time to find Roy was still sleeping in his loft upstairs. She woke both him and Thea up and sent the young Queen off to class. She was seriously thinking of charging Thea for alarm clock services. On Thea's way out, she overheard Roy telling her that if her brother got his act together and manned up then they won't have to get up early. Roy had been dropping all these little comments here and there about Oliver and the amount of time Oliver seemed to spend at Smoak Detective Agency. Felicity ignored the comments. It was Oliver's building and he did have a training area set up in the basement. A training area that looked like a giant gym with a parkour course. Felicity didn't want anything Arrow related in the basement because the likelihood was higher that the basement below her would be searched before the Verdant's basement. After all, she was the one with a serious criminal record.
Felicity had no meetings planned for the day and it looked like she would mostly be typing up reports from stakeouts she and Roy went on. Her arm was still healing and Oliver insisted that Roy had to accompany her in the field. Felicity didn't mind too much because Roy was learning the ropes and he looked like he would turn out to be a great private detective. Sometime in the afternoon, Digg was supposed to swing by to escort her to the bank.
She was halfway through a report concerning the location of a lost dog they found when she heard the sound of shattering glass from the front office. Images of Kumar attacking her with the bat flooded her mind and fear filled her veins. She instinctively reached for the taser in her draw. She heard Roy groan with pain and she picked up her phone with the other hand and sent a quick 911 to Oliver and Digg. She knew they were at Verdant receiving a shipment of alcohol for Tommy.
With her taser in her hand she approached the door. She wasn't going to wait for them. Roy's life could be on the line. She said a quick prayer to the Google Gods and then opened the door. She was not prepared for the scene in front of her. The vase of flowers that Thea insisted Roy keep on his desk, was shattered on the ground. There was a puddle of water with various rivulets flowing outwards. One was heading towards the UPS and she was mindful of the damage that would do. The flowers were under the feet of Captain Lance. He was there with two detectives, one was holding Roy down over his desk as he cuffed his hands behind his back. The other detective was reading Roy his Miranda Rights.
"What is the meaning of this?" she interrupted angrily.
Lance turned to face her while the detectives focused on Roy, he glanced at the taser in her hand before answering her question, "What does it look like we're doing? Singing Kumbaya? We are arresting your assistant."
At that moment, Oliver and Diggle burst through the door with guns drawn. The detectives and Captain Lance drew their weapons and pointed them at Oliver and Diggle.
"Is your first response always to burst into a room with guns drawn?" Lance commented dryly.
"We received a 911 from Felicity. After that last incident we weren't taking any chances," Oliver said while his eyes sought out Felicity.
"It's ok," Felicity said to Oliver. She noticed he was checking her for injuries. "It's just Captain Lance arresting Roy."
"Gee thanks Blondie. Way to make a guy feel important," Roy said sarcastically from on the desk.
"Considering the imminent shootout that could happen at any moment, being arrested doesn't seem that important at this very moment," Felicity stressed.
Oliver and Diggle both pulled their guns back and held their hands up.
"I assume you got permits for those?" Lance asked dryly. He held his hand out and indicated he wanted to see the permits.
Oliver and Diggle both reached into their wallets to pull out the permits. Captain Lance inspected them with a scowl and then with a disappointed sigh he handed it back to them.
"Queen, let me save you some time, if you're trying to be her hero," Lance said pointing at Felicity, "You have to compete with the vigilante."
"I'm sure I can give him a good run for his money," Oliver quipped. The Detectives pulled Roy up from the desk and turned him to face the door.
"Money is probably the only think you have on that guy," Lance said roughly.
"Yeah," Roy agreed with a smirk, "That guy will probably put several arrows in you."
"I still think I got a chance with the fair maiden," Oliver teased looking at Felicity quite charmingly. She had seen that look on his face when he was trying to publically impress people. "I have a bodyguard to protect me," Oliver said cocking his head in Diggle's direction.
Felicity snorted, "Digg, I think you have your hands full." As disturbing as it was to hear Oliver refer to himself as an entirely separate individual, it was also very funny.
"Guns trump arrows any day," Digg teased and Roy burst into a round of raucous laughter.
Oliver rocked back on the balls of heels with a smile that implied there was going to be plenty of trouble later, "I sure hope so."
"You might be wrong about that one Mr. Diggle. The entire police force hasn't been able to bring that guy in yet and we have plenty of guns," Lance commented.
Oliver smiled widely, "I'll take my chances."
The detectives started to force Roy towards the front door while Detective Lance remained next to Felicity.
"In case you guys forgot, I'm being taken to the police station," Roy said. The team just brushed it off. This was not the first time Roy was being arrested.
"Captain Lance, what you are charging Roy with this time?" Oliver asked casually.
"Murder," Lance replied seriously.
"Murder!" a panicked Roy exclaimed, "I didn't kill anyone." Roy started to struggle with the cuffs and Oliver moved closer to calm him down.
"Roy it will be fine. Go to the police station, don't talk to anyone. We'll get you a lawyer," Oliver instructed as the Detectives started to drag Roy away from them.
"I don't have any money for a lawyer," Roy said a little louder as he was getting closer to the door.
"CNRI represents people for free. It won't be a problem," Oliver assured him.
Felicity started to move to follow Roy but Captain Lance stopped her. He presented her with a piece of paper, "We have a warrant to search the offices of Smoak Detective Agency."
"What?" Felicity said grabbing the offending piece of paper from Detective Lance. She heard the front door click open and a series of voices drifted in from outside. When she looked up from the paper a stream of crime scene investigators started pouring into her office.
"I think you need to stay here," Oliver said to her.
She looked up at Oliver worriedly.
"It'll be alright," he reassured her his hand landing on her shoulder and squeezing it softly.
"I hope so," Felicity said as she looked out the window and watched the Detectives guide Roy to the back seat of their sedan. They shoved him roughly into the back seat and slammed the door shut. Her stomach rolled with fear as she watched the car drive away with a glum looking Roy in the back seat.
"Digg and I will head to the station. There're probably going to stall as long as possible so we'll be there a while. Meet us there when you're done here," Oliver instructed with one last squeeze of her shoulder.
Felicity nodded and turned her attention to the men that were beginning to turn her office inside out.
Felicity watched angrily as one of the crime scene investigators put Roy's computer in an evidence bag to take back to the precinct.
"Is that really necessary?" she asked.
"It is evidence mam," the one uniformed officer who was on the scene with the investigators said to her.
"Unless you think Roy picked it up and beat someone over the head with it, I can quite assure you, Roy didn't use the computer to commit any crime. He can barely type!" Felicity exclaimed.
A thin boy who didn't look old enough to be employed yet, laughed. Felicity turned her angry gaze on him.
"You find this funny!" she said angrily.
The boy swallowed nervously, "No, but when I first started I had a case where a man used a computer to beat an IT tech to death because he couldn't get a document to print."
At that point another investigator opened his bag and pulled out a cotton swab. He swabbed the sides of the computer and then sprayed a chemical on to the tip. The tip remained white.
"Seriously!" Felicity exclaimed. "Roy did not use the computer to hit anyone. If he did I would have killed him. You do not disrespect technology like that."
The investigators all turned to look at her curiously.
"Guys, it was just a joke," the boy said to them, "Get back to looking for evidence for the crime that was actually committed."
The other investigators returned to their tasks and the boy turned to Felicity, "Hi, I'm Barry Allen," he offered his gloved hand for her to shake.
Felicity stared at it, "Felicity Smoak and I think I'll pass on shaking your hand."
The boy retracted his hand with a shy smile, "Smoak as in the Smoak that runs Smoak Detective Agency?"
"Yeap that would be the one and only," she responded. She noticed he had his own CSI bag. "What are all those chemicals?" she asked peering into the bag.
"These are the reagents that allow me to look for blood, semen, other bodily fluids, gunshot residue, etc." he said. "They're basically how I do my job."
He reached down into his bag and pulled out a bottle, he sprayed Roy's chair and then used a fluorescent light that caused stains on the chair to illuminate.
Felicity heart dropped to the floor, "That's not blood is it?" she asked panicked.
Barry gave her an amused smile, "Nope, semen. You wouldn't believe some of the places we find this," he said. "Your assistant probably had a little fun with his girlfriend when you weren't here."
"I'm going to kill Roy!" she screeched and again the investigators all stopped to stare at her. "It isn't a crime until the deed is done," she spat at them.
A thought then occurred to her, "Hey check my chair," she said opening the door to her office and heading inside.
Barry and another investigator followed her into the office. She stood by the door so she could keep an eye on the ones outside and the ones in her office. While Barry walked over to her chair, the other one started inspecting her office, looking behind the painting on her wall and then opening the draws in her desk. Barry sprayed her chair and she held her breath when he passed the light over her chair.
"It's clean," he declared.
She released a breath until the second investigator made a snide comment, "Guess that means you don't have a boyfriend."
"That," she snapped, "Is none of your business!"
The investigator attempted to put his hands on her computer, "Stop! That is my computer," she said. "Roy can't use my computer."
"You can't be too sure of that," the investigator replied.
"Oh I'm positive. My computer is password protected. The password is 32 characters long. There is no way Roy's guessing that to log in. If you're done searching through my office, you can get out now," she said fiercely.
"We're just doing our job," Barry said to her. "Everyone is innocent until proven guilty."
"Well someone needs to remind Captain Lance of that. In his mind we're all guilty," Felicity said crossing her hands over her chest and staring at the CSI. Though he lacked the muscle that Oliver had, there was something quite attractive about him.
"The evidence will tell the story of what happened. It will either support his innocence or prove his guilt," Barry said confidently. The other investigator crawled under her desk with a flash light and she briefly wondered if he thought she had a dead body hidden under there somewhere.
"And what evidence have you found so far?" Felicity asked curiously. There had to be something quite compelling to convince a judge to issue a search warrant for her office.
"Unless you're a Detective, I can't share that information with you, Ms. Smoak," he replied.
"I'm a private detective, does that count?" Felicity asked hopefully.
He laughed, "Close but not quite bullseye."
Despite the morbid situation they were in, Felicity laughed hard. Barry had made an Arrow joke without knowing he was dealing with the Arrow's tech support. Felicity glanced back to the front in time to see one of the investigators wander into the file room. She heard him opening the filing cabinets. She hoped he didn't take anything out. She had a very meticulous filing system, a system Roy was still struggling to grasp.
"There's a safe in here, we need it opened," the man insisted. The uniformed officer turned to her and nodded his head in the direction of the safe.
Felicity released a frustrated sigh and stalked angrily to the file room. She asked the investigator to turn around while she entered the combination to the safe. He told her he had to watch her open the safe to ensure she didn't remove any evidence from the safe and she tried to use her body to block the keypad instead. She quickly punched in the number and then turned the handle to open the safe.
"See nothing criminal," Felicity said looking into the safe to see the cash she had put in the night before when one of Moira's referrals paid her for work done.
"I'm afraid we will have to take the cash as evidence," the investigator said.
"Excuse me?" Felicity screeched. "That's my hard earned money."
"There seems to be over 10K there. Any suspicious amounts of cash are confiscated as it could be an indicator of criminal activity."
Felicity had the sudden urge to pick up Oliver's bow and shoot the investigator in the foot with an arrow! She watched helplessly as he bagged the cash. If a single dollar went missing she was going to sue the department. She returned to the front to find Barry in the kitchen looking at the cleaning agents under the kitchen sink.
"You have a half full bottle of bleach," he pointed out.
"Yes we use it to clean. I like things clean, particularly the bathroom which I share with three men," Felicity said.
"I thought Roy was your only employee?" Barry asked with a furrow of his eyebrows.
"He is but Oliver and Diggle tend to eat lunch here a lot," Felicity admitted.
"Who are Oliver and Diggle?" Barry further questioned.
"Oliver Queen and his bodyguard John Diggle. Oliver is my landlord," Felicity explained.
Barry scribbled that piece of information on a piece of paper.
"There is a locked door in the back. We need to get it open," the uniformed officer told her.
She turned to look at him with a false smile on her face, "The area behind that door is not part of Smoak Detective Agency," she responded waving the warrant in her hand, "You will need another warrant to enter it." She was not going to tell them that that was the door that lead up to Roy's loft and down into their training area.
"If you are obstructing this investigation," the officer started to threaten.
"I'm sure she's telling the truth," Barry said intervening. "I think we've got everything we need so far. We can ask the judge to widen the warrant to the entire building if the need arises."
After the last of the CSI left, Felicity locked up the office, jumped in her car and headed to the police station. She found Diggle and Oliver sitting quietly on the plain benches in the waiting area.
"How is he?" Felicity asked. "Do we know who they think he killed?"
"Don't know, they are taking forever to book him," Diggle explained moving further down the bench away from Oliver.
Felicity joined them on the bench sitting between Oliver and Diggle. No one was giving them any information and it frustrated Felicity. If they made her wait any longer she was going to hack their system and view the case file herself. She was on the verge of pulling out her tablet when a gorgeous brunette entered the reception area. She recognised her instantly as Laurel Lance, the lawyer that ran CNRI and worked tirelessly to ensure the rights of the poor in the city were respected. If she remembered correctly, she was also Oliver's ex, the one everyone said he would marry.
Oliver stood from his seat next to her and the lawyer walked over and greeted Oliver with a kiss to the cheek. Felicity shifted uncomfortably on her seat. The site of Oliver and Laurel together unsettled her. The woman was even more beautiful than she looked on the TV screen. From the interaction between the two she could tell Oliver was still very close to her.
"I know you wanted me here earlier Ollie but I was in court on another case. I came as soon as I could," Laurel said. She was still standing in Oliver's personal space and he made no effort to move away from her.
"I understand," Oliver said softly.
A girl Felicity recognised as a bartender at Verdant arrived and she too made a beeline for Oliver. News of Roy's arrest seemed to spread fast. She was shorter than Laurel with dirty blonde hair but just as beautiful. Felicity wasn't surprised that beautiful women were drawn to Oliver. He had that magnetism that drew women to him in droves.
"What did Roy do this time?" the blonde asked exasperated.
"According to your father, murder," Oliver answered.
Felicity concluded that the mystery blonde had to be Laurel's younger sister Sara Lance. The same Lance girl that caused the end of Laurel's fairy tale romance with Oliver. She remembered Moira's list of Oliver's close friends had both Lance girls on it but Felicity had found that very hard to believe considering the love triangle they were entangled in but the proof was right in front of her. Both the Lance girls were still very much a part of Oliver's life.
Sara's face scrunched in confusion, "Roy didn't kill anyone. Who does Dad think he killed?"
"He wouldn't tell us anything," Oliver explained.
Sara pursed her lips, "We'll see about that." She charged forward into the bullpen.
"Sara," Oliver called after her in a warning tone but the blonde just shrugged him off.
Felicity watched the blonde walk over to an office labelled Captain Lance and enter the office, closing the door behind her. Five minutes later, Sara exited the office and walked back through the bullpen towards them. Felicity was surprised that no one stopped her or even lifted a head to look at her.
"Before you say a word, was dad in his office?" Laurel asked.
Sara looked away guiltily.
"Then I'm not listening to any of this. I'll go and find out if they're ready for me yet," Laurel said walking away towards a desk where an officer was located.
"What did you find out Sara?" Diggle asked standing to join them. Felicity remained seated on the bench. She could hear everything perfectly fine where she was.
"He's being charged with the murder of Cecil Adams," Sara explained.
Oliver and Diggle just nodded their heads showing no reaction at all. Felicity knew that name though. That was the drug dealer that Roy had approached to gain information about Tobias Church. He was also the one he beat up the night that Thea had been kidnapped. In all likelihood Church had probably set this whole thing up to frame Roy and try and draw the Arrow out again.
"Were you able to find out when the murder occurred?" Diggle asked calmly.
"The body was discovered five days ago in the bay area," Sara revealed.
"The body that washed up bore marks of violence. I think they said six gunshot wounds," Felicity quoted from memory.
At Oliver's curious look, Felicity exclaimed, "I read the local newspaper. Maybe you should try it sometime," she challenged him.
"He wasn't too good at reading comprehension in school," Laurel quipped as she re-joined their group.
"Really, was it as bad as his math?" Felicity questioned lightly.
"Worse," Laurel replied with a teasing smile.
Felicity, Sara and Laurel burst into a fit of laughter. Diggle was making a strange choking sound as he tried to disguise his laughter but he eventually gave up and laughed out right, even bending over to try to catch his breath.
Oliver turned to Diggle with the most betrayed look on his face, "Et tu Diggle?"
Felicity gasped, "Julius Caesar! Are you trying to prove us wrong by quoting Shakespeare?"
Laurel snorted, "Ollie didn't study Shakespeare in any of the six colleges he attended."
Oliver looked helplessly between Felicity and Laurel as they discussed him.
Felicity eyebrows furrowed together, "But he just quoted Julius Caesar."
Laurel looked at Oliver fondly, "In our final year of high school, Tommy joined the drama club because Ollie bet him he couldn't sleep with all the girls in the club. The school play that year was Julius Caesar and Tommy made sure to get the leading role. For months, Tommy repeated that famous line over and over trying to get the betrayal perfect. If I remember correctly, when I couldn't take it anymore, I poured my juice all over him in the cafeteria."
"I remember the great juice incident," Oliver said with an amused twinkle in his eye. "There are pictures in the year book. I need to remind Tommy about that."
Laurel's face sobered. "They are almost finished booking Roy. I should be going in soon for the questioning."
Oliver placed his hand on Laurel's upper arm, "CNRI can expect a very generous donation from the Queen family this year."
"Ms. Lance," an officer called, "We're ready."
Laurel nodded and turned to Oliver, "Ollie go home. There is nothing you can do now. I have a feeling this is going to take a long time. I'll call you when we're done."
"Ok. I'll be posting bail for Roy as soon as you can get him before a judge," Oliver said.
Laurel nodded before she left.
Sara sighed, "Who's telling Thea her boyfriend is in jail?"
The silence from Oliver was deafening.
"Seriously Oliver, you're not going to tell her," Felicity asked in disbelief.
"She doesn't need this right now," Oliver answered.
Felicity slapped her hand against her head, "Men!" she exclaimed.
"Ollie," Sara said, "If you keep this from Thea, she will kick your ass."
"Never mind, I'll call her. He was arrested in my office," Felicity answered pulling out her cell phone.
The fact that she had Thea's personal cell phone number was a testament to how much she saw the young brunette. Thea answered on the first ring.
"What's wrong?" Thea answered in a soft voice which Felicity knew meant she was in the middle of a class.
"Can you get out of class or should I call you back when class is over?" Felicity asked. While Oliver frowned at her. Felicity threw a glare back at Oliver and Diggle wisely stepped away from them. Sara however smirked at the interaction.
"I'll get out. You never call me so this must be an emergency," Thea said.
She could heard the sounds of Thea gathering her stuff and then a few seconds later a change in background sounds.
"I'm out, spill," Thea ordered. The tone reminded her a bit of Moira.
"Roy's been arrested. We are at the police station," Felicity explained.
"What when this did happen?" Thea asked in a panicked voice.
Felicity glanced at the clock on the wall, "About four hours ago."
"And I'm now hearing about this?" Thea asked her voice laced with anger.
"Yeah we were busy trying to find out what was going on," Felicity said lamely. "They had a search warrant for my office and I had to stay and make sure they didn't do anything stupid like plant evidence. Oliver and Digg came to the station immediately."
"Wait why was Oliver even called before me?" Thea asked. "Roy is my boyfriend."
"Oh I thought there was a burglar so I called Oliver for help. Turned out the burglar was the police arresting Roy," Felicity explained.
Oliver held out his hand asking for the phone and Felicity shook her head no. He shook his head yes and they stood their staring at each other in the middle of the police station arguing with their eyes over the phone.
"Felicity I'll be there in an hour," Thea said.
"Ok, bye," Felicity said hanging up the phone. "Your sister will be here in an hour."
"She should be in school," Oliver said angrily.
"Yeah you can fight that battle with Thea when she arrives," Felicity said walking away. She had some searches to conduct back at the base.
The first thing Felicity did was hack the SCPD system to see what they had on Roy. She pulled up the case file for Cecil Adams and looked at the evidence listed. There was a report from the coroner, a missing person's report made by his mother, statements from his 'friends' which Felicity realised were probably Church's men and a video labelled murder.
She opened the video.
In the middle of the screen there were two figures fighting. She recognised one as Roy and she concluded the other must be Adams. Roy was clearly winning the fight and Adams drew a handgun and pointed it at Roy. Roy knocked it out of his hands and kicked Adams sending him out of the camera's field of vision. Roy then picked up the gun and emptied the cartridge in the direction that he had kicked Adams.
An: Thanks for reading.
