Hello, okay this is my first Arrow fanfiction so bare with it might take me a few times to get characters down properly so if anyone is OOC let me know please. This is just an idea I have had floating around, I am wanted a family fic sort of but a Arrow family fic, since it takes a village to raise a child. It will take team arrow to do so. Maybe (most likely) some Olicity and some cute Thea, here is chapter one enjoy.

The green boot kicked the ply door, ripping it off its hinges, what Oliver expected on the other side of the door was a drug den. The tip they had been given was a drug lab, the kind that made copycat Vertigo and selling it on the streets in the Glades. He expected fumes and guns, a scuffle maybe. What had greeted him was a foul smell.

Oliver pushed further into the room, used tin foil crunched beneath his feet, bow at the ready. His eyes swept the room no occupants other than the woman passed out of the dog eared couch, pock marks scarring his arm, her nose scabby. Oliver moved closer assessing her, it was only when he was stood in front of the couch did he see the foam of vomit that had gathered around her mouth.

"Found the smells source" Oliver mutter, leaning over to press a finger on her neck. No pulse.

Oliver wasn't shocked, it won't be the first time, he went looking for drug dens to find junkies choked on their own sick. But the girl looked familiar, didn't look to old and couldn't be more than 27. Her bottle blonde hair was clogged with dirt and sick but, she had the look of being pretty once. Her clothes weren't that bad either.

"Want me to call it in?" Felicity's voice floated in through the headset.

"Yeah, looks like she was a city girl, might have family" Oliver mutter.

"There have been reports of girls getting involved with the dark side, drugs, prostitution, guess some people lost too much in the undertaking" Felicity rambled, musing sadly on the demise of the girl.

"Yeah" Oliver muttered. His attention now focused on the shadows in the room.

He could hear breathing, small quiet breaths. As he moved his boots crushed what must have been another needle, it sent out a loud crunching noise. Whoever was hiding in the shadows seemed spooked by the noise, bumping in the a glass bottle.

"Move out the shadows slowly" Oliver used his commanding voice, drawing his bow ready. He wasn't expecting a fight, probably another junkie who shared residence here. But instead of another addict a small child stumbled out, silent tears shed down her cheeks.

She was tiny, couldn't be more than three years of age, her skin taught and pale, she looked malnourished. The blonde hair haloed her face and even with the clumps of mud and dirt clinging to it. She looked frightened, the dirt on her skin couldn't hide the bruises and her body had curled in on itself as though it was ready for another blow.

Oliver lowered his bow and pulled down his hood.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you okay?" his voice was soft as he approached the child. "You're safe no one is going to hurt you, Felicity call Lance get him to meet me at the Lot's address, something has come up"

"On it, is everything okay, do you want me to send Digg or Roy?"Felicity asked but got no reply.

Oliver's full attention was on the small paw shaped mark on the toddlers thigh. He reached out to rub it. Maybe it was dirt. But it didn't budge when he rubbed it softly. The girl didn't move she was still frozen in place, too scare to do anything. But Oliver didn't seem to notice,too absorbed with the paw print mark.

It was almost a perfect image of the birthmark his father had and the same birth mark he carried on his thigh. A perfect brown print.