Notes: Captain Lance has declared the Arrow Public Enemy #1 and has Felicity Smoak in his sights.

I know what the spoilers for 3x18 are, but the episode's title had my imagination going in a different direction.

The Arrow characters and universe do not belong to me.

Felicity navigated her bright pink roller suitcase through the crowd at Starling City's train terminal. She'd spent a week in Central City with Ray working with Barry and his team to bring down a meta. Surprisingly, Ray, if not his suit, had been useful in apprehending the criminal. Unsurprisingly, he'd hit it off with Cisco like a house on fire. Ray choose to stay behind in order to get some assistance with his suit from the young engineer. Felicity was glad to be home and was looking forward to a long shower and a night in her own bed. Now that she was dating Ray she'd come to realize that even though he said all the right things, he was still just another billionaire vigilante choosing his mission over her. She did have a type and it turned out to be the emotionally unavailable kind. As she stepped out of the station into the rainy spring night, her way was suddenly blocked by a familiar face. "Captain," she looked around anxiously at the heavy police presence, "is everything okay?"

Captain Lance nodded to two officers and they stepped forward. One took the suitcase from her hand, the other took hold of her wrist and moved it behind her back. The cold metal of a pair of handcuffs closing around her wrists made her gasp. "Felicity Megan Smoak, you are under arrest for twelve counts of accessory to first degree murder and anything else we can help the DA's office make stick."

"What?" Felicity stammered as all the blood left her head. The edges of her vision began to turn black as she stared in disbelief at the man who she had believed was her ally. "Captain?"

"I might not know the identity of the vigilante, but I know who his partner is. We'll see how effective he is without you covering for him." Lance read her the Miranda warning and she nodded when he asked if she understood even though she didn't understand what was happening. As he placed a hand protectively over her head as he helped lower her into a squad car he whispered, "Tell me, Miss Smoak. Were you there when my daughter died?"

Felicity sat in the interrogation room with her hands cuffed to a bar on the table. It had clearly been designed for people taller than her because she was unable to sit back in her chair. Instead, she sat on the edge of her seat with her back rigid. Every time she relaxed her position, the cuffs cut painfully into her wrists. She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting in the room alone. It felt like hours but she knew it was probably closer to thirty minutes. She also knew that leaving her alone was Lance's strategy. He wanted her to break and believed increasing her anxiety level would be the way to start. He wanted her to reveal the Arrow's identity, but it would take a lot more than fear and anxiety for her to betray Oliver. The sound of the door opening forced her to take a deep breath and focus her mind. She couldn't afford any awkward rambles. Everything was on the line for all of the people she cared about.

Lance stood across from her and dropped an overstuffed file folder onto the table. He lowered himself into the only other chair in the room and opened the folder. He pulled several photographs from the file and spread them out in front of her. All but one photo revealed one of the men Oliver had killed in his first year back in Starling. Her fingers stretched and she pulled one of the photos closer. It was a picture of the Count taken before he'd been removed from the taxi cab he landed on when he plummeted out of Oliver's office window at QC. She was surprised she didn't feel any remorse for the man's death, but there was still lingering guilt that Oliver had broken his vow to stop killing in order to save her. Lance clearly had no idea what he was up against if he thought there was any way she'd ever give up Oliver's identity. She might be furious and disappointed in Oliver, but he was her friend and she loved him. If he could kill for her, she could go to jail for him. Lance pulled the picture of the Count away from her grasp. "Did he actually kidnap you or were you covering for another one of the Arrow's murder sprees?"

Felicity was about to insist that the Count's death was completely in self defense when she clamped her jaw shut. She wasn't going to engage in any type of debate about the Arrow. "I want a lawyer. I'd like to make my phone call now."

"I don't think you realize that you're in a lot of trouble, Ms. Smoak. You are a known associate of the Arrow and if we can't bring him to justice, we will make do with you." Lance began to gather up the photos. "We may not even be able to prosecute you for all these murders. Once I call the feds, I think you're going to spend the rest of your life in a federal prison for all your hacking."

Felicity steeled her expression. Fear's tentacles were working through her body. She could feel its icy chill spread out from her stomach and into her limbs. She couldn't let Lance know that she was afraid. In a calm clear voice she said, "Lawyer. Now."

"We're in the process of executing a search warrant at your home and your office at Palmer Technologies. I know you think you've been careful, but even you must make mistakes. If you did we'll find it." Lance glared at her.

"You won't find anything linking me to the Arrow. There's nothing to find." She wasn't bluffing. She was militant about leaving her worlds separate. Did Lance honestly think she had arrows and green leather coats laying around her apartment? As for her electronics, when they attempted to access any of her computers or tablets, they would automatically wipe their hard drives. All of her systems were all programmed to self destruct after the first failed login attempt. It didn't matter how good the experts were at the SCPD or the FBI, there would be nothing left for them to hack.

Lance stood up, his metal chair scraping along the linoleum floor. "Ask yourself, would he sacrifice himself for you?"

Felicity didn't even need to think to respond. "Yes." Lance shook his head and retrieved the file from the table. As he opened the door, Felicity couldn't let him leave without telling her what she's wanted to say to him for months. "I'm so sorry about Sara, for your loss. She was my friend and I miss her."

Without turning he said. "Were you there? Did she suffer?"

Felicity fought the tears that threatened to fall. "I wasn't there when she died, but her death was quick. I was there when she was buried. She was surrounded by people who loved and cared for her."

"I wasn't there. You had no right to bury my baby without me." He turned to look at her. "I had a right to see her one last time and to say goodbye."

Felicity nodded as the tears slid from her eyes. He was right and she had no words to tell him how sorry she was. Not telling him had been a huge error in judgment and had been cruel. They should've tried harder to convince Laurel to tell him. When she thought Oliver was dead, one of the hardest things was not being able to see his body and have definitive proof that he was dead. She couldn't say goodbye because there was a part of her that refused to believe he was dead. They should've let Lance say goodbye. Lance shook his head and snorted in disgust. The door slammed behind him as he left her alone.

Felicity lowered her forehead to the table. She didn't think there was any getting herself out of this mess. She wondered if she would be allowed out on bail before trial or if she was going to spend the rest of her life in jail. She wondered if Waller and A.R.G.U.S. would conscript her for the Suicide Squad. If she worked for A.R.G.U.S. she might still be able to see Dig and Lyla. She wondered what it said about her life when the thought of being forced to join the Suicide Squad made her feel hopeful. The door clicked open and she took a steadying breath. As she sat up she wasn't greeted by the Lance she expected. "Laurel?"

Laurel quickly slid into the seat recently vacated by her father. "I don't have a lot of time. I shouldn't be in her. Don't say anything. They don't have anything on you."

Felicity sighed. "Except your dad speaking to me at least once a week for the past two years whenever he needed help from the Arrow."

"He can't say that without admitting to his working relationship with the Arrow. He could be considered as guilty as you."

"He's hurt and angry about Sara and he wants to keep you safe. He's looking for someone to blame and I'm the easiest way to get to the Arrow."

"Thea is on her way with Jean Lorring. Don't say anything to anyone until she gets here. Do you understand?"

Felicity lowered her voice to barely above a whisper. For the first time since Oliver told her he was going to Nanda Parbat to train to become the next Ra's al Ghul, she was relieved. "Tell Dig and Roy not to contact Oliver. He can't come here. They arrested me for being the Arrow's known associate. Oliver showing up will be too obvious of a coincidence."

Laurel laid her hand across Felicity's and squeezed. "Don't worry about that. We've got a plan."

Felicity swallowed heavily. "Why does that make me nervous?"

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