Notes: Thank you for all the kind reviews and for choosing to follow or favorite this series. I received numerous requests to continue my prior drabble about Lance arresting Felicity as the Arrow's accomplice. Here is the second installment to Pressure Point.

The Arrow characters and universe do not belong to me.

Dig ran through the hospital's corridors. His heart was pounding in his chest but not from exertion. Ever since Laurel's phone call his heart had been racing. When Oliver first asked Felicity to join their team his biggest concern had been keeping her safe. Back then he never thought she'd ever be arrested while Oliver and he remained free. The decision to have Felicity assist Lance the night of the Undertaking might have been the single worst collective decision they ever made. They had made her vulnerable and too easy of a target for Lance and the SCPD.

As he rounded a corner, he saw Laurel leaning against the wall opposite a door being guarded by two police officers. When she saw him she gave him a small sad smile and nodded to the officers. He pushed open the door and swallowed a curse as took in the woman he considered a sister laying handcuffed to a hospital bed. Her left eye was swollen shut and she had a neat line of stitches over her eyebrow. He was pretty sure her left cheekbone was fractured from the look of the bruise and swelling. Her right arm was in a cast from her hand to her shoulder and held against her body in a sling. "Felicity?" He sat across from her and reached for the hand cuffed to the rails.

Felicity's eyes fluttered open, but she avoided his gaze. "Turns out, even with how his butt looks in leather, the Arrow isn't all that popular in the woman's prison." She said with false levity.

He wanted to ask if she was okay but he already knew the answer. "What happened?"

"I got jumped in the line to the showers. It took a few minutes for the guards to get everyone off of me." She struggled to sit up but clutched her side. Dig gently lifted her as he adjusted her pillows and lowered her into a more comfortable position. From years of patching up Oliver, he was certain she had, at the very least, several bruised ribs. He ran a practiced eye over her body looking for other signs of injury. "Dig, I'm going to live. Black eye, fractured cheekbone, broken arm, broken wrist, three fractured ribs, a sprained ankle and lots of bruising."

Dig felt his knees go weak as he listened to her list of injuries. As he dropped unsteadily into his chair he rested his forehead against her hand. "Laurel called me last night to tell me you were spending the night in the infirmary and then you were being placed in solitary confinement for your safety. What happened? Why did they transfer you here?"

Even with the bruising he could see her blushing. He knew her well enough to know it wasn't a blush of embarrassment but one of reluctance. "They didn't get the note in the infirmary about my nut allergy. They cooked something in peanut oil and I stopped breathing. I guess they decided they didn't want the liability risk of a big lawsuit and transferred me here." She watched him cautiously. "Don't get angry. It's not his fault."

Dig began to nod his head and a sharp laugh escaped his lips to let her know exactly how not angry he was. If he could get his hands on Oliver Queen their friend would be lucky if he didn't join Felicity in the hospital with matching injuries. Choosing to ignore that particular landmine he switched topics. "I spoke with Jean Lorring this morning. If the doctors agree, you'll be taken to court this afternoon. She believes that all the charges will be dismissed at your arraignment and at the very least the judge will have to grant you bail."

Felicity turned her head away from him and Dig had to lean forward to hear what she was saying. "I really wish you hadn't come."

He did his best to keep the hurt out of his voice. "Why?"

She turned towards him and for the first time since he entered the room she looked him in the eye. "I haven't cried since this all started and seeing you, it's all I can do to keep from crying."

Dig's chest constricted painfully and he did his best not to begin to cry out of frustration. He hated to see Felicity in any kind of distress and she was trying so hard to be strong. He needed for her to think of something else. "It's okay to cry. I won't tell Roy." He teased.

She burst out laughing and reached out for his hand. He engulfed her small hand between his and squeezed. "Thank you. I needed that."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device and placed it on her lap. "A present from Lyla. It will interfere with any recording device. We can speak freely." She nodded and picked up the device and began to examine it with curiosity.

"Any chance she'll let me take a look at this up close when this is all over?" Felicity asked with a small smile.

"I promise to forget to return it to her and it will be waiting for you when you come home."

"Thank you."

"Everything is going to be okay. They don't have any proof linking you to the Arrow. The search of your apartment didn't turn up anything." Diggle said getting back to business.

"That's because there isn't anything to find." She looked at the device, but still lowered her voice. "How's red? The Captain has it out for him."

Dig smiled. Leave it to Felicity to worry about Roy. Ever since Lance revealed he knew that Roy was Arsenal, Felicity had worried about his secret identity. She had threatened to burn his red hoodie. "Don't worry about him, I don't think the Captain thinks the Arrow will give himself up for anyone but you."

"You shouldn't have come here. It isn't safe. I don't want to see any of you at the arraignment."

"You don't get a say in this. You're not alone."

Tears began to slip down her face. "John, this is a house of cards that can come down on top of all of us. You, Roy, Laurel, Thea," she closed her eyes and swallowed heavily, "Oliver. You all need to stay away from me until this is over. It's bad enough Thea arranged for my attorney. I couldn't live with myself if I'm responsible for separating you from Lyla and Sara."

"This was my choice too, you know. I didn't accidentally fall into this."

"I know, but I don't want anyone else going to jail. It's pretty terrible." Felicity turned to look out the window and he could see a battle waging across her face. He knew what she wanted to ask, but he also knew she was afraid to ask.

Dig took pity on her. "We sent word to Oliver as soon as you were arrested." She nodded her head. "We haven't heard from him."

She turned back to him and gave him a strained smile. "Good. I don't want him coming home."

Dig didn't believe her for a second. A knock on the door had him palming the device in Felicity's lap. The Assistant D.A. stuck her head in. "Laurel?"

"It's time." Laurel gave an apologetic smile. "We need to get out of here before the D.A. arrives with Jean."

Dig stood and placed a kiss on Felicity's forehead. "I'll see you this afternoon."

"Okay."

He gave her one last look before he exited the room and gave her his most reassuring smile. As soon as the door closed and he and Laurel were out of earshot of her guards he said, "She's not going back to jail. I need to get her out of here."

Laurel squeezed his forearm. "We will."

His cell buzzed with a message from Roy. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or angered by what he read. "I need to get back to the Foundry."

Notes: Thank you for reading. Your feedback is welcome.

I'm thinking of continuing this story from Oliver's POV.