Hello everyone! So first Arrow fic! I hope y'all enjoy this. It's probably not for everyone but they say write about what you know and dealing with a newborn is something that I am pretty familiar with lately.

So as anyone who's familiar with my writing knows, I always name my story and chapters after a song that provided inspiration. The song for this story is Home by Phillip Phillips. The song for this chapter is People Help The People by Birdy.

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Chapter One: People Help The People

Felicity sighed and scrubbed her face with her hands in exhaustion. She glanced at the clock and groaned when she realized it was well past midnight. She decided to call it quits on her current project for the night and head home. She logged off her computers and turned them off before dragging herself tiredly out of her office, locking it behind her. She got on the elevator and got on, jabbing the button for the lobby before sagging against the wall. She thought back to before she'd opened her own company when she had childish dreams of being able to work whatever hours she wanted and never having to have a late night again. If you asked her now, she worked longer hours than before.

She loved what she did. Really. Owning her own tech solutions company was a dream come true. They had a steady stream of business from all corners of the earth doing anything and everything related to computers. The cherry on top of her career sundae was that for the last year she'd been personally contracted by A.R.G.U.S., a super shadowy government agency, to do a multitude of things from hacking to finding paper trails. Things really couldn't be better for her in the work field. But after a particularly nasty hacker had wormed his way through A.R.G.U.S.'s firewalls, she'd been contracted by them to not only find him but to rebuild their web security. Rebuilding their firewall and security had been fairly simple –not to toot her own horn or anything. It was finding the idiot who had hacked them that was proving a little more difficult. This guy was good –obviously he'd have to be to hack into a secure government agency –and every time Felicity felt like she was making headway, she lost his trail only to have to start over again.

She jumped slightly as the elevator dinged and the doors open. She moved through the lobby, waving halfheartedly to the night guard before making her way out of the lobby and into the bracingly chilly air of Starling City. Rain was falling heavily and she cursed silently as she remembered that she'd had to park three blocks away. She trudged across the street and occupied herself by thinking of how warm her pajamas would feel and the soft comfort of her bed once she got to it. Tomorrow was a Saturday and that meant that she wouldn't have to be to the office until later if she decided not to work from home.

As she walked past a darkened alley, weak, piercing cries of distress broke her from her reverie. She stopped, eyes moving over the darkness, trying to locate the source of the feeble, anguished wails. She looked around cautiously, noting the seemingly empty streets and moved further into the alley. As another cry echoed into the night, she found herself moving quickly to a box tucked away behind a dumpster. She pushed the fabric draped over the box out of the way and nearly screamed. Inside the bottom box a pale, purplish infant was shivering, wrapped in nothing but a thin scrap of fabric and looking miserable, wet and half alive.

"Holy crap," she said, immediately shrugging out of her coat one arm at a time before gently lifting the tiny infant and wrapping her in the warm cloth. Felicity looked around frantically for any source of help. She leaned her head down closer to the baby in her arms and felt a surge of adrenaline as she noticed the raspy, hitched breath sounds. She began moving quickly to her car. She climbed in, only briefly panicking at not having a car seat, before she buckled her seatbelt and started the car, popping it into gear and praying that she didn't get pulled over. "It's okay, honey," she murmured moving along the mostly deserted streets towards Starling General. "Everything's going to be okay." She didn't know if her assurances were for the child in her arms or herself.

She pulled up to the emergency room entrance and hopped out, moving quickly through the sliding doors until she stood at the reception desk. The girl behind it looked up in boredom.

"Can I help you," she asked.

"I found this baby," Felicity nearly shouted, trying to keep calm. "I found her in a box in an alley." The girl jumped up, now fully alert and beckoned Felicity through the doors to her left. Felicity vaguely noticed her on her phone before a page for ER staff sounded over the intercom. Immediately nurses converged on her, one of them pushing a plastic bassinet. One carefully took the girl from her arms and placed her in the bassinet as doctors and other staff followed them to a room, drawing the curtain closed behind them.

Felicity felt cold and misplaced. Should she follow? Was she allowed? She glanced around her and noted several people staring. Some were sympathetic and curious while others held judgement and condemnation in their gazes. She decided to sit in the waiting room until someone needed her. She sat down, suddenly feeling infinitely more tired than before as the adrenaline began to leave her system. She rested her face in her hands. How crazy was this?! People didn't find babies abandoned in boxes in real life! Didn't they live in the kind of modern society where people had babies in hospitals? And if they didn't want them, they could at least drop them off at some emergency service building, no questions asked? Everything felt surreal and distant, like she was observing it all from a distance and not the comfort of her own body.

"Ma'am? Ma'am?" Felicity jumped as a hand gently brushed her shoulder. She hadn't even realized she'd dozed off. A man stood in front of her, looking uncomfortable and a little mussed, like he'd had to dress in a hurry. He flashed his badge and sat next to her. "Sorry. I'm Captain Lance with the SCPD. Are you the woman who found the abandoned infant?" Her mind was slow to process but when she finally grasped what he was asking she nodded.

"Yeah. Yes, that was me. My name is Felicity. Felicity Smoak." Captain Lance nodded reassuringly.

"I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about tonight?" She nodded and wiped her eyes, forcing herself to wake up. "When did you find the infant?"

"Um, I was leaving work. I work at –own –Arrow Tech Solutions. I was leaving the office and walking to my car a few blocks away. It was somewhere around one, I think. I was walking and I heard the cries but they were weak and then I realized they were coming from a box and when I uncovered it, the baby was in there. She was pale and her breathing sounded wrong so I wrapped her in my coat and drove to the hospital. For which, I am sorry. I didn't have any choice. It's not like I had a carseat. I mean, I'm not even dating let alone having kids or anything. Which you so did not need to know. I'm sorry. Tonight has been… does this happen a lot? I mean babies being found in boxes is definitely not normal, right?" She forced herself to stop babbling and focus on her hands.

"Baby dumping isn't completely unheard of but there hasn't been a case of this nature in ten years. Was there anyone around, anything you saw that maybe seemed off?"

"You mean other than a newborn in a box in an alley? No. No one was even driving by. The alley was completely abandoned."

"Okay, thank you, Miss Smoak," Lance said and stood to leave her.

"Um, would it be okay… could I see the baby?" Lance turned to her and his expression softened.

"I'll check," he promised and she sat back again. A few minutes later a nurse came out to her.

"Miss Smoak," she asked and Felicity nodded. "The doctors are working on the baby right now. She has a severe case of hypothermia and possible pneumonia. We're running some tests on her. The social worker has been called. You can either wait here to talk to her or come back tomorrow during the day sometime. I'm afraid protocol says we can't let you see her until the social worker has been in." Felicity sighed.

"Um, I'll just… I'll come back tomorrow. Can I give you my number and if anything happens have the social worker call me?" The nurse nodded and Felicity pulled out a business card and a pen, quickly scribbling her cell number on it. "Thank you." She stood and grabbed her purse, moving out of the ER and to her car. She climbed in and forced herself to start it and pull out of the parking lot. Once she got home, she changed into her pajamas and then sighed. She felt dog-tired but she was also anxious, worry about the baby girl she'd found chasing any hope of sleep away.

After an hour of lying in bed and trying to force sleep to happen, she got up and went to her computer. If she wasn't sleeping, she might as well be productive. She didn't know who'd left that baby in the alley but she did know one scumbag who had evaded her pursuits for too long. She brewed a pot of coffee and brought it over to the computer with a mug. She logged into the A.R.G.U.S. server and began to pull up all her files on the hacker. She began retracing his movements, her fingers flying as code streamed on the screen before her. Her eyes moved over the computer-speak quickly before she stopped, going back and looking at a glitch in the numbers.

"Oh I am an idiot," she murmured, typing agitatedly and then gasping in triumph when a map finally popped up onto her screen with a bright red dot flashing at her. "Ha! Gotcha, you asshole." She took a sip of her coffee and blanched at the stale, cold liquid in her mouth. "Oh that's horrible." She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts before hitting the send button.

"Hello?" The tired and groggy voice on the other end of the phone reminded Felicity that it probably wasn't a normal hour to be calling people. A glance at the clock –six thirty –confirmed her suspicions.

"Oh Lyla. Hi. Sorry I didn't even realize what time it is. It's Felicity, by the way. In case you were wondering who to order the hit on, it's me. But I don't think you'll want me killed when I tell you that I managed to track down our elusive hacker. I can't believe I didn't see it sooner! He wrote in this weird backdoor program that I would have completely missed but I noticed the unusual number pattern when I was starting at the beginning this morning and I followed it. It wasn't easy, let me tell you. This guy, whoever he is, is adept at writing seamless code that mimics the program he's hacking into."

"Felicity," Lyla said tiredly and Felicity closed her mouth. "Why were you working on this so early? Don't you need sleep?"

"Oh. That. Yes. Well, I was going to come home and pass out and then go back into the office tomorrow to try again but basically, I didn't get home until around three and then I couldn't sleep so I thought I might as well give it a go again. And voila! Hacker on a silver platter."

"Well, thanks for the hard work. I'll dispatch my team to bring this guy in. Thanks Felicity. You're brilliant."

"Meh, it was nothing," she said offhandedly, knowing that Lyla knew as well as she did how hard this one had been to crack.

"Okay, well now you should try and sleep. I'll call you Monday." They exchanged goodbyes and Felicity hung up. She stood up and moved to the couch, pulling her softest blanket up over her and hugging one of the pillows. She didn't remember her head hitting the pillow before she was pulled under into the sweet escape of slumber.