A/N: Two updates in less than a week - it must be a miracle!
Haha no its just exam time and I'm procrastinating.
WARNING: CONTAINS POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AND ADULT THEMES.
Caitlin's POV
My phone is out before I know it.
My thumb is hovering over Barry's name, but I quickly dial Oliver instead.
I can't go to the police. This is most likely an illegal rave, and I don't want to be a target.
I don't bother with a hello, and start hurrying in the direction of where Felicity went. "I'm pursuing Felicity. Something's happened, and Barry can't get us out of this."
"Where are you?"
"I have no idea. Wait. We were out at the hotel - Hotel Klaidssen and then we went to a small seedy minimart on the word of the lifeguard Felicity just met."
I'm almost at the door.
"You kissed Barry, didn't you?"
"What? Seriously? Well, technically he kissed me, but your girlfriend's been kidnapped and I need you to come here right now. I'll try to deal with it."
"Caitlin - don't you dare-" But it's too late. I've hung up, and in doing so, sealed my fate.
The guy is drunk, stringy, with dirty blonde hair and resembles a nerdy Haymitch Abernathy with no glasses.
Felicity is giggling like someone told her the world's funniest joke while the guy is kissing her neck.
This is sick.
"Hey, dickhead!" I yell.
The guy turns around.
"Yeah, you. Pick on someone that hasn't been drugged by you!" And I come up and clobber him with my platform heels that Felicity made me wear.
He sinks like a stone, but I'm not sticking around.
I carry my shoes and purse in one hand and try hold up Felicity, who's half-asleep by this point, and take her back to our room in two hours, albeit with a LOT of effort.
I clean up the entire hotel room once I've hoisted Felicity onto the bed.
I call Oliver again.
"I've dealt with the guy, but he looks like he someone with very powerful local friends."
"Okay, Caitlin. I'm almost there. Diggle's in the back. In the meantime, close your blinds and lock the door. Lock the bathroom from the outside. Try minimise the possible ways you could be killed."
"Thanks. Anything else?" I say, as I follow Oliver's instructions.
"We'll yell 'Big Belly Burger' before knocking." Diggle interjects.
"Okay."
"One more thing." Oliver says.
"What?"
"Thank you."
I'm taken aback. "Uh, you're welcome. If you're forgetting, Felicity is my best friend. Freinds do that for each other. Usually friends of the feminine gender. If you want me to clog someone in the head with platform heels so that they pass out, I'll save you, but I'll be weirded out."
"You knocked the guy out - with your shoes?"Oliver and Diggle seem to be trying not to laugh.
"Yeah, so?"
"Oh, I like you," Diggle says.
At this point, I decide Felicity needs some comfort for when she wakes up, so I drag her suitcase into my room after repeating the steps that I'd done for my room and lock the door in between.
"Okay, I'm going to tend properly to Felicity now. Anything else you need, gentlemen?"
"Nothing until we get there."
"Kay. ETA?"
"Four minutes."
"Gotcha." I hang up.
I strip the duvet and pillows off the bed and then put a towel underneath where the pillows were. I add the pillows, add another towel on top of them, and then fold the duvet over so it rests in a big poofy pile at the end of the bed.
I drag Felicity into the bed, and take care of her shoes (thank the heavens she decided to change her shoes from killer white heels to a pair of golden sandals at the last minute) and undo her hair.
I don't really want to change her clothes just yet until she wakes up, so I tuck her in and then put another towel and the plastic bag from Habitual Fix next to her (after checking for holes, of course, but their plastic bag manufacturing seems to be solid.)
Just then, I hear a yell of "Big Belly Burger!", so I go and answer the door, being careful to check for any hidden assassins behind Oliver and Diggle.
They hurry in, all buisness, and I wet a cloth with some bottled water and fold it so it covers Felicity's forehead.
"She's been drugged and she was drunk," I tell them. "So it might be better not to be in her face when she wakes up."
They take a step or two back from her bedside. "You can sit on the end of the bed, but watch out for her feet."
They surprisingly take my advice.
"How long will she be out?" Oliver asks.
"Um, these standard date-rape drugs take about two hours to wear off, but this is a new area. I have no idea what she was dosed with."
"I'll call the cavalry in then. They're a couple of minutes late, but they'll have pulled up by now."
Oliver stands up and goes by the window to call them. He hasn't got his uniform on - I'm guessing he left it in the van.
"What is the cavalry going to do?" I ask Diggle, at the risk of sounding stupid.
"They're going to scare the crap out of these guys."
"And will I be able to get the name of this product, by any chance?" I don't feel sorry for the poor bastards, though.
"You'll have it before she wakes up."
"Thanks." I say, then go check the cloth. It's normal, which is good, and it means that the toxins have not affected her too badly.
I look at my friend, and sigh.
Oliver was really going to have to keep her on a leash.