Coldness seeped down Oliver's back as the last phone call he'd received replayed in his mind as he sat in the car, oblivious to everything going on around him. He could just barely feel Felicity's hand resting on his arm, but he was completely unaware of anything else, the lights of Starling City at night, the roar of the car's engine, even the concerned looks that Diggle kept sending him from where he sat in the driver's seat.

When they'd first run to the car Oliver had tried to get into the driver's seat, but Diggle had pushed him aside, taking the keys from Oliver's shaking hands. Oliver hadn't fought him, knowing on some level that he was in no fit state to be driving. Felicity had dragged him into the back seat, and there he had stayed, his body all but shutting down as he tried to process what he'd just heard.

In his mind, Oliver couldn't help but replay the words that Captain Lance had spoken over and over in his head, despite the tight feeling in his chest the words gave him.

'Breaking and entering.'

'Three security guards dead, and another fighting for life.'

'Door smashed to pieces.'

'Multiple gunshots heard'

"Oliver," Felicity's voice cut through his turbulent thoughts, and he blinked, forcing himself to look at her. He was shocked to feel moisture on his cheeks, and he belatedly realized that he'd been crying.

"It'll be okay," Felicity told him reassuringly, although she didn't sound as confident as she could. Oliver knew it was because they didn't know all of the facts. Felicity only knew the little bit that Oliver had been able to tell her as he left the Arrow Cave in a blur of movement after Captain Lance's call. Even now that they were speeding towards Starling City General hospital Oliver couldn't bring himself to say all of the details.

"We're almost there, Oliver…" Diggle said from the driver's seat, "Just a few more blocks."

"Please hurry," Oliver quietly pleaded, ignoring the looks that Felicity and Diggle exchanged, in shock at his words. Oliver wasn't known for using his manners…or pleading with anyone, except maybe Felicity, or someone he was trying to charm. It was just another indicator of how bad the situation was.

Oliver zoned back out for the next few blocks, only coming out of his daze when Diggle pulled into the curb outside Starling City General. Oliver was out of the car quickly, running towards the main entrance. Captain Lance had promised that he'd have someone there waiting for him. Privately Oliver was hoping it was Laurel or Sara, although he knew that they were having a 'sisters only' night at Laurel's house, which was at the other end of the city. Even if Captain Lance had rung his daughters just before he'd called Oliver there was no way they would have beaten him here.

Sprinting through the automatic glass doors of the hospital, Oliver lay eyes on Captain Lance himself, talking to a nurse at the main desk. He turned when Oliver ran in, and Oliver's heart sank to his stomach at the look on the older man's face.

"Mr. Queen," Lance began, walking towards Oliver.

"What's happened…what's going on?" Oliver anxiously asked. Captain Lance reached out his hand and gently touched Oliver's arm as Felicity and Diggle ran in. Oliver saw the relief on Captain Lance's face when he saw Felicity, but said nothing about it.

"You better all come with me. I only want to have to tell this story once."

Oliver let Lance lead them down a corridor and into a small waiting room. It reminded Oliver painfully of the room he, Diggle Sara, Laurel and Felicity had waited in the night that the twins had been born, over a year before.

"Earlier this evening nine individuals attacked the apartment building your sister and her boyfriend and their family live in. It looks like it was a deliberate, planned attack, as the assailants went directly to their floor, and to their apartment." Lance began to explain. Oliver heard Felicity gasp, her hands lifting to her mouth, but he didn't trust himself to speak, or to move.

"In the process of getting to their apartment the assailants killed three security guards, and seriously injured another, who is in surgery as we speak, and whose survival is in doubt. The assailants broke down the door of your sister's apartment. We don't know what exactly happened within your sister's apartment, but there were numerous gunshots reported by her neighbors in the floor below. Three of the assailants were found, dead in the apartment by the first individual on the scene, another one of the security guards. Also found were your sister and Roy Harper, both of whom were unconscious and have sustained life threatening injuries. They've been rushed to hospital and are in surgery as we speak"

Oliver's airways felt tight as he forced himself to speak, "What about the twins?"

"The assailants exited the building through the main doors, just as they'd come in. Witnesses have reported seeing two of the surviving gunmen carrying your nephews, alive and conscious, judging from the amount of noise they were both making. I've got my best teams out there looking for the gunmen, and your nephews now."

"Oliver," Felicity offered gently, putting her arms around Oliver's shoulders reassuringly, as Oliver tried to process what Lance was saying. Roy and Thea were seriously injured, and their sons had been kidnapped by persons unknown. Immediately Oliver wondered if one of his enemies had found out who he was and orchestrated the attack to either get back at him or to draw him out.

"I…I called Laurel and Sara, they're on their way. I know that you're close to them, and that they're friends with Thea and Mr. Harper." Lance offered, and Oliver nodded.

"Can you tell me anything about Thea and Roy's condition?"

Lance shook his head, "To be honest I only got here a few minutes before you did. I haven't had enough time to get some information. I'll leave you guys here; I'm sure once they know anything you'll be kept informed."

Lance nodded slightly in farewell, before he strode out of the room, pulling the door shut to give Oliver, Felicity and Diggle some privacy. The moment the lock clicked shut Oliver felt his knees go week beneath him, and he dropped to the floor.

"Whoa, Oliver,' Felicity gasped in alarm, pulled down with him by his weight, "hey, you're okay…it's okay…they'll find them…we'll find them, won't we Dig?"

"Oliver…Oliver! Come on, snap out of it," Diggle said, crouching in front of Oliver, but Oliver, now kneeling on the cold, hard floor, was barely aware of him. Instead all he could think about was the mental picture of Thea and Roy on the ground, lying in pools of blood, while masked men walked away from them, carrying Robbie and Alex in their arms as the boys cried, reaching desperately towards their parents, struggling in vain against their captors. They were helpless though, what chance would two one year olds have against their kidnappers.

Kneeling on the floor of the hospital waiting room, Oliver let everything except for Felicity's physical presence beside him fade into the background, oblivious to the time that passed. If anyone asked how long he sat on the floor, Felicity sitting beside him, Oliver wouldn't have been able to tell them. Minutes blurred together, and it could have been hours, as far as Oliver knew.

In fact, only forty minutes passed between Captain Lance leaving, and the waiting room door opening once again, admitting the Captain, as well as a middle aged Doctor carrying two clipboards.

"Mr. Queen," The doctor greeted politely, crossing the room towards them. Oliver, drawn from his turbulent thoughts by the sound of the door opening, moved silently to his feet and took the hand the doctor offered to shake with a grim nod.

"How are Thea and Roy?" he asked, his voice gravelly.

"Before you begin to worry both Thea and Roy are still alive. They were very lucky in that they received medical attention quickly. Both of them have numerous gunshot wounds and additional stab wounds. Thea was shot in her right shoulder, and twice in her abdomen. She was also stabbed by a sharp object in the side, an injury that punctured her lung. She is surgery as we speak, but the doctors operating on her are hopeful they will be able to mend the damage inflicted on her. Mr Harper…Roy, is in surgery as well. He too has multiple gunshot wounds, twice in his chest, and another in his abdomen. He has a shallow gunshot wound to his left arm, and also to his head. He was also stabbed in the abdomen, and he has multiple defensive wounds. His condition has classed as being more critical than Thea's. When he arrived at the hospital he was in cardiac arrest, and it took some time to stabilize him enough to take into surgery."

"Oh God," Beside Oliver Felicity had her hand over her mouth, and Oliver instinctively put his arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

"How long will their surgeries take?"

"It will be awhile yet…the human body is a complicated thing, and the nature of their injuries…it is difficult to be precise. Even now it is not completely clear what the full extent of their injuries is. We will know more about their prognoses' once the surgeries are complete"

Oliver nodded heavily in acceptance, knowing that the Doctor was right. It would be hours before he would know anything more about Thea and Roy's conditions, and even longer before he'd be able to see them.

"Is there any word about my nephews?' Oliver asked Captain Lance, who sighed apologetically and shook his head.

"Not yet. We got a tip about the van used in the attack; it was ditched in the Glades, well away from any security cameras. Whoever it was that has abducted your nephews probably changed vehicles there, although I have a forensics team out there looking for any clues. We're about to do a press conference asking people if they've seen anything suspicious and to keep an eye out for anything strange. We're doing everything we can to track down your nephews…and the ones responsible"

Oliver nodded gravely and watched as Lance and the doctor left the room. The moment they were gone, the door safely closed once again, he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

'Oliver…what are you doing?'

"Thea and Roy are fighting for the lives, and my nephews have been kidnapped, and are possibly already dead. I can't just stay here and do nothing."

Felicity glanced at Diggle, concern etched on her features, although Oliver saw the way Diggle shook his head.

"What do you want us to do?"

"Felicity, can you do what you normally do remotely?"

"Yeah…who do you think gave Lance that tip about where the truck was? I was tracking it through the city since we got here."

Oliver attempted a proud smile at Felicity, although it was more like a grimace, "I want you to stay here and keep me posted on how Thea and Roy are going. I'll clear it with the hospital staff that you have permission to be told details. Diggle, I want you to go to ARGUS and see if you can pull a favor with them, see what they know. I'll contact Malcolm and let him know, and get Sara to call Nyssa as well. Between them they'll be able to find out who were the ones behind the attack. I'll take Laurel and go to Roy and Thea's loft and see what I can find there. After that I will get in touch with the Bratva and see if they have any information they can find. I'll call Barry and see if he can come and help too. I'm not going to let Thea and Roy's boys be taken away from them."

Diggle nodded, and strode out of the room, Oliver on his heels.

They had work to do.