A/N: This is my first ever fanfic so please be kind and please review.

Also, I own nothing.

We Do Good Work

As Felicity entered the new lair she noticed the quiet. She had grown so used to listening to thwacking – dummy thwacking, stick thwacking, hammer-hitting-tire thwacking, even Roy-hitting-mat thwacking – that the quiet totally unnerved her. She set the Thai takeout on Diggle's desk and looked around. Nothing was out of order but everything was off.

She heard a moan come from around the corner. As quietly as she could manage in her four inch, awesome, heels she hurried to find the source of the sound. She rounded the corner to find Roy lying on the floor. Only slightly alarmed, Felicity walked to Roy and nudged him with her foot. When that did not wake him up she knelt and gently slapped his face. She would really like to know what happened. She rolled her eyes at herself. When had unconscious men become nothing more than an inconvenience?

"Roy," she said with more slapping. "Roy, wake up."

"What?" He asked sitting up so quickly he had to lie back down.

Felicity saw the angry gash on the side of his head. He sat up more slowly this time before getting to his feet.

"What happened? Where is everyone?" His voice slurred a bit, but was getting stronger.

"I don't know. You're the only one here, and you were unconscious. I should be asking you what happened."

"How long have I been out?"

"Again, I just got here. What's the last thing you remember? Because it's 9:15 and it took about five minutes for you to come to, and I am really hoping you can explain this because I'm going to freak out soon."

Roy shook his head. "I was working on my aim with Oliver. We were talking about technique and different draws. Digg was working out on the dummy. There was a loud noise, and I looked to see what it was. Then, you were slapping me."

Felicity was already dialing Oliver's number before Roy had finished speaking. "No answer. See if you can find anything while I ping his phone."

Multitasking as always, she was dialing Diggle as she began the phone search. When he did not answer she started searching for his phone as well. A few minutes later Roy came back shaking his head. "They were smart and prepared. And apparently they weren't interested in me."

Well, Diggle's phone is in the same place as Oliver's and neither of them is answering their phones. You might want to grab your hoodie."


Felicity hacked and searched her way through all the security systems and surveillance cameras in the part of the Glades where the guys' phones were located. Of course, she knew that they may not be there but it was a start. On her monitors she was watching Roy make his way toward the signals jumping from rooftop to rooftop. How did they always keep their hoods up?

"Okay Roy, you're getting close. It should be the building in front of you. There is a door to the stairwell in the opposite corner from your position. There aren't any cameras inside, but I turned on Diggle's and Oliver's phone cameras, thank you NSA for that trick, and I can hear three voices. But, I can't see anyone."

Roy had reached the door and was entering when his distorted voice came through her comm. "Okay, where am I going?"

Felicity led Roy through the complex hallway system using the blueprints she had found online. He saw no one and his progress was swift.

"Okay, you're there. The signals are coming from the next room."

"I can't see anything from here. Give me a sec." She heard a slight scuffling sound and assumed it was Roy climbing something. "Yeah, I see them. It looks like they are out. I'm glad I brought those tranqs, because it looks like there are five bad guys and I can't get Oliver and Diggle out of here without help, so those guys need to be out of commission."

"You might want to hurry. A ransom demand just came through to SCPD. Apparently, they haven't heard that Oliver is mostly broke. They are demanding ten million dollars be put into an offshore bank account by midnight. That's an hour and a half from now."

"I'm on it," Felicity heard, followed by the twang of his bow string.

Within the space of a few minutes, she hear Roy's bow four more times. There wasn't the usual amount of scuffling and grunting, meaning Roy was avoiding being seen by the kidnappers, unlike Oliver. It was a nice change. She waited for Roy to give her an update. She could only imagine he was looking for any more bad guys, and maybe checking to make sure the guys were alright.

"Blondie, I've got all of them tranq'ed and tied up. I've untied the guys, but they are out good."

"Go ahead and get out of there. I'll call Detective Lance and tell him he has a present."


Felicity watched her monitors and Roy watched from the rooftop as Oliver and Diggle were rolled out of the building on stretchers half awake. Neither of them looked very happy about it. They saw Detective Lance and other officers escorting the kidnappers to the waiting police cars. Soon all the activity at the building died down and Felicity looked at the clock.

"Well, it's midnight. I don't think they got their money."

"We do good work Blondie."

"Yes, we do. Come on home."