Artemis was going to do a big bust on one of the worst dealers in gotham. She was going to lock him up for years never to be seen again. By getting one of the worst mob bosses in gotham in jail, she was going to make the world a better place. But Instead of doing that, she was dealing with a mess. A drunk heroine who probably had some of that in her blood too.

"No, total not drunk watch"sara stood up only to hit the ground after three wobbled step "what was in the booze, note, do not buy booze from drug dealer."

"Can tell me what day it is?" artemis filed this away moment away for later use, but for now she couldn't leave a teammate like this on the side of the road, how ever much she would enjoy it.

"Yyou jus leave, shit I-i know u, go a way"

"Right"artemis said, this was not how she wanted to spend her night "come on,your going to the ER"Judging by the amount of bottles around her, she probably overdose on something

"Nope" she grabbed on to artemis's hand when she held it out, propping her up."I don't haveee too, healing thingie, u trus mee"

"I don't think that a good idea" artemis knew how to get rid of a body if necessary but she didn't want to have to explain to the team what happened to sarah.

"Please don't, I eally can't, power are secret" she tried to push herself away and ended up falling back to the ground. She found she couldn't pick herself back up

"Well" "where do you live, I am taking you home"

"No, u can't due that mom will ill me, and then I be dead, and I don't want be dead" tear started to fall "jesus fucking christ what am I doing with my life" her vision blurred, and her head kept getting lighter and lighter.

"Well I can't think of anything else to do, I can't leave you here,unless you want to get raped in murder!"

"That bubber then, I- what u say" sarah loss conciseness.

She came to in a small bedroom,one hand tied to a headboard, a bucket place in such a way she could barf in it if necessary. She supposed that maybe she should have been a little more creep out by where she was considering she had very little idea of what happened, but she was overcome by a need to throw up everything she had eaten in the past thirty-six hours.

"What did you do?" sarah looked up for a moment to find artemis, in full costume sitting on the other bed she hadn't noticed until then.

"Drugs"

"Go figure" artemis rolled her eyes until she felt them touch the back of her skull

"here's what is going to happen. You are going to get up, walk out the door, forget where I live, and neither of us are ever going to tell anyone that this happened. Do you understand?"

"What are you going to do if I tell someone?" sarah honestly had no idea what she was supposed to know, even if she did, she wasn't one to go around and spill secrets. Everybody had the lies they told, and it wasn't her job to break to news. However, something about being told not to do something made it seem like the most enjoyable thing you could do.

"If you talk so do I, you are a drug addict-"

"I'm not an addict"

"Whatever, either way drug position is a felony" artemis snapped.

"chill,I'll shut it. Can you tell me where I am, I need to get home" she sat up, picking the lock on the hand cuffs. She wondered why artemis would have these in the first place. Wasn't she dated wally? In an unrelated events, she throw up the rest of the acid in her stomach into the bucket.

"You're on fourteenth street" she grinned her teeth. This were the buildings that were rented out without a name,no questions such, this was generally the best place to go when you broke out of prison, like her father did. The people who lived her were not good people, in fact, she regularly took the words love thy neighbor to mean beat their faces in.

"Oh, hey, I live like five minutes from here!"

"Yeah, whatever, just don't tell anyone"

"Why? Are you trying to hid your poor or something, you realize no one give a shit" sarah pick a few scabs of what was most likely dried blood out of her hair.

"Huh" it was at this point that artemis realize. Sarah did not ask why she lived in the most grimmy part of gotham, the type that was for crime dens. She did not ask why she was she live in a completely different city then her "uncle". She did not ask why she had handcuffed her to the bed, which was to stop her from rooting through her things, which she also didn't do. She did not bother to even try to hid the fact she was hungover. She did not ask any questions whatever about her life, and gave absolutely no attention to the sheer number of obvious clues that she was not who see said she was.

The conclusion she came to was that sarah was a completely, and utterly stupid.

I wanted to wait until later, when she had more time with the team but I have had this for while,and it was clear I wasn't writing anything else.

tell me in the comments if you thinks this are moving to fast, or too slow, or all over the place but not anywhere interesting. ok, seriously, hold me to the standard you hold professorial writing. you can not insult my writing to the point in which I will take it personal.

or, considering that it is hard to write those kind of review, you could just like, tell me who you want to ship sarah with. anything you want me to do with her, or just write cookie, you know, as an inside joke.