(Book 5 Arrow/Spn xover) Family Is Who You'll Kill For

The Arrival

Sam wrapped his arm around Thea's chest and pulled her away from Malcolm just before she landed a kick to Malcolm's head, "Whoa, whoa, Thea. He still needs to be breathing when we hand him over."

She tried to break his grip on her once or twice, then slumped against him. "Get him out of here," she growled, "And let go."

He pulled his arm away, she stared at the man who had turned her into a mindless killer for a few moments longer, then turned and slowly walked up the stairs.

"That was close." Dig said, "I'll go get the car, I'll tell you when I'm pulling in front of that elevator so you can move him. I want to make this whole transfer as fast as possible. I have a warehouse picked out to take him to already."

"Um, has anyone even checked with the League to see if they want to trade?" Dean asked.

"Oh, yeah sorry," Dig answered, "Forgot to tell you that. We got a hold of Nyssa, the daughter of Ra's who runs the League. She's coming and bringing Oliver, or so she said."

The brothers shot questioning glances at each other, "I did mention I hate flying, right?" Dean asked. "If this goes south I, unlike Oliver, don't have a burning desire to visit a remote island in attempt to get myself killed. I have enough things trying to kill me right here."

Dig looked at Dean, then down at Malcolm, then back at Dean, "I think we can make your flight enjoyable if it comes to that. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Be back in a few." He disappeared into the private elevator.

"I'm not flying," Dean declared, "I don't care how much they drug me. I'm pretty sure I've already pushed my luck with the few flights I have been on."

Sam just shook his head and grabbed Malcolm's shoulders. "Let's get him over to the elevator at least. The faster we get him out of here, the better for Thea."

"Yeah, sure." Dean picked up Malcolm's legs and they moved him over to the elevator and waited.

"Guy's got some muscle to him," Dean muttered as he shifted his grip on Malcolm's ankles.

"And you've got the lighter side," Sam replied in a tight voice while sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I'm back, head on down." Dig's voice echoed in their ears. Dean pushed the button for the elevator.

They got Malcolm bundled into the trunk of Dig's car and hopped into the passenger seats. Dig dropped them off at the Impala and they followed him to an abandoned, run down warehouse deep in the Glades.

"Huh, wonder if Oliver's family used to own this one too," Dean mused as they got out and transferred Malcolm to the floor of the warehouse, tied his hands and feet together and scoped out the location.

"Not a bad choice," Sam told Dig, "Noticed all the chained doors and barred windows. The chains look relatively new. You do that?"

"I was busy while you guys slept," Dig replied and a vicious grin accompanied his words. "I tried to limit them to one way in and out, I'm not too fond of assassins creeping up on me."

"Right there with ya man," Dean added. "Any idea when this Nyssa chick is going to show?"

"Later tonight," Dig hesitated, "Something about how fast she's getting here is bugging me though. She didn't bother to consult with Ra's, just said she'd bring Oliver and take Malcolm. She really wants to get revenge on who ever actually killed Sara."

Sam settled on one of the sturdier chairs that were scattered around, "Felicity mentioned something about Nyssa but sort of glossed over it."

Dig sighed, "Sara and Nyssa were a couple, when Sara was in the League."