Oliver Queen's Daughter

Pilot - V

"So that's your story, a guy in a green hood flew in, and single-handedly took out three armed kidnappers. I mean who is he? Why, why, why would he do that?" the man who came into the room and was asking Lizzies father and Tommy and Lizzie questions. The man looked a little annoyed as he came into the room. Lizzie was sitting on her father's lap and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, trying to ignore the stares from the people in uniform. Oliver had a slight fake smile on his face.

"I don't know. Find him and you can ask," Oliver said, fully knowing who and why he did it. The man nodded, still annoyed, maybe angry.

"Yeah. What about you? You see the hood guy?" the man held up the sketch of Shadows hood with Oliver wearing, only really seeing the chin.

"I saw... just movement," Tommy looked to Oliver. "Everything blurry. I, I was kind of out of it." Tommy turned back to the man asking questions. Lizzie didn't quite understand what was going on.

"And what you, kid? You see a man in a hood?" the man turned to me. Lizzie swallowed, and shook her head. She was chewing her lip, not liking the attention that was place on her.

"Yeah. It's funny, isn't it? One day back and already somebody's gunning for you. Be happy they didn't hurt your 'little girl'. Wouldn't want anything bad happening to her now would you?" Oliver looked down and took a deep breath. Moira gave a look to the man. "Aren't you popular?"

"Were you able to identify the men?" Moira said, trying to change the subject. Oliver looked at Lizzie and whispered something and Lizzie smiled in agreement.

"Scrubbed identities, untraceable weapons," the man standing next to Miss Raisa said to Moira. He seemed nicer than the one asking questions. "These were pros."

"Yeah," the first man agreed. "Well, they probably figured you pay a king's ransom to get your boy and granddaughter back, or a Queen's ransom as it were." He scoffs after the joke he made. "After all, a parent would do anything to keep their child safe," the man looked to Oliver with a look that Lizzie couldn't really decipher.

"I don't find your tone appropriate, detective," Moira said to the man as he was looking at Oliver which he could now tell as hate. Walter was nodding in agreement with Moira.

"If Oliver or Elizabeth can think of anything else, we'll be in touch," Walter said while getting up to go to the man asking questions. Walter looked to both men and said, "Thank you, gentlemen, for coming."

The man, or 'detective' as Moira put it, scoffed and shook his head. He then grabbed his bag and then stood up, he put on a fake smile looked to Oliver again. Oliver placed Lizzie where he was sitting on the couch as he stood up.

"Your luck never seems to run out, does it?" he asked Oliver as he was turning to leave. The two men were walking out and Miss Raisa was leading them to the door. Tommy looked at Oliver as Oliver went to the window and stood their.

Now Lizzie's POV

"Papa, are you going to help Miss Laurel?" I asked my father in Russian. I still spoke softly and stuttered a little, not from not being able to speak the language, but from not talking much. Papa looked down at me from where I was sitting on his chair at his desk. He was Dutch braiding my hair, Sarah taught him how to when she met me. I saw that Papa was looking up an Adam Hunt. I recognized him from the book that Mr. Queen gave Papa. I don't remember much of when we first got there, but from the Papa is, it wasn't good. Papa always tried to protect me, I knew I was adopted, but it didn't make anything different.

"Yeah, Liz. I am," he said softly in Russian. As he was finishing up braiding my hair, he grabbed the leather book and started looking at the names. Miss Raisa then walked in with a tray of food.