A/N: Hello Arrow Fans! This is my first time writing a fanfiction in this realm so please be kind. I am also looking for a beta. I want to make sure that I have someone who can help me give you the best fic ever. So here is the first chapter of Mine. Hope you enjoy!

She shivered, soaked from the rain pouring outside in the dark night. She stood in an ornate and dramatic living room complete with antique furniture and a Persian rug that probably cost more than everything she owned. She gazed around the room and took a sideways glance at the two burly men behind. They had been told by their boss to bring her here and make sure that she did not leave. The reason for her forced visit was unknown. Their leader had not made his presence known and the waiting was starting to wear on her nerves.

" You would think he would have the decency to let a soaked girl dry off before dragging her out of her home." She muttered under her breath, as she continued to observe her surroundings.

"I apologize for the manner in which you were brought in Ms. Smoak, but time was of the essence." A masculine voice stated behind her. She whirled around to find herself face to face with Oliver Queen, Starling City's own billionaire playboy and leader of the Bratva in Starling. Her mouth gaped open and she was rendered speechless. He observed her, with an amused smirk on his face at her expression.

"Ms. Smoak?" She quickly snapped out of her shock and cleared her throat.

"U-uh, call me Felicity. Seeing how that is my name. Like yours is Oliver Queen but then you already knew that. I'm sure you hear that all the time." Felicity slapped her hand over her mouth to halt her rambling. He chuckled and shook his head.

"The reason I had you brought here is because we have a security breach and I was hoping that you would be able to assist us in finding who that is exactly." Explained Oliver. "You see, I can't have moles in my operation, as it hurts business and does not help morale."

Felicity shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "So what am I supposed to do about it?" Oliver began a slow walk around her.

"You are a hacker extraordinaire. Graduated top of your class at MIT. Hacked the Pentagon when you were 14. You've been on our radar for a while Felicity." Her eyes widened at the statement. He knew more about her than her own friends ever did. She changed her shocked expression to a blank one.

"I ask again. What does this have to do with me?" He stopped in front of her.

"I need you to look through our system and find the mole. He is excellent at covering his tracks and our best hackers have not been able to locate him or find his identity. We need your help." He had a stony look trained on her. He was so close that she caught a whiff of his cologne, which sent a shiver up her spine. 'Mmm…at least he has great taste in cologne.'

"And what if I refuse? I mean as of right now, you haven't' been really welcoming." She replied. Oliver's gaze became steely.

"Well Ms. Smoak, I'm pretty sure you've heard of my reputation. It would not be wise to refuse." He growled. He turned on his heel and walked toward the door. "You have 2 hours to make a decision. I would choose wisely." He disappeared through the open door. She sighed and turned to the two guards that still remained in the room. "Can I at least get a towel?"

Felicity took an exploratory look at the room she had been put-or more forced- into. It had a large and ornate four poster bed with matching dresser. The door tucked into the corner held a large bathroom complete with a large shower and Jacuzzi tub. 'Well, obviously he's not hurting for money.'

She stepped out and opened another door on the opposite wall of the bed. It led into a large walk-in closet, filled to the brim with women's clothes, shoes and accessories. "Good grief! This is more like a shopping mall."

She checked the sizes of clothes and found that they were all different sizes and styles. She quickly found a pair of jeans and a black sweater that fit. She shed her wet clothes and dried off before slipping on the outfit. She didn't bother with shoes. It didn't seem like she was going anywhere. Grabbing her backpack, she walked out of the closet and flopped onto the bed. She pulled out her laptop and began doing more research on her captor.

The information she located at first was what you would normally find with a cursory search: name, birthdate, family. But when she carried out a more detailed search, she came to find out more about Oliver Queen. According to records, he was the leader of Bratva, the Russian mob. He was brutal with all his kills and was found to be very cold and cruel. His name around the crime world was the Arrow, due to his swift assassinations. It was said that if you saw him in a dark alley, you would not make it out alive.

Her searches also began pulling up information about his family. His parents died with their yacht, The Queens's Gambit, went down in the North China Sea. He had been 15 years old. It seemed he had a younger sister, Thea, who was enrolled in Central City Fashion School. It looked as though she was well aware of what her brother was involved in, but did not have a big hand in it as he did.

"Hmm…so not a family affair. Why is it that they're all good looking? It's like the gods want us to feel bad about ourselves." She mumbled to herself and shook her head. "I have really got to stop talking to myself."

Felicity continued doing her research, til there was a knock on her door. One of the guards from earlier popped his head in.

"Mr. Queen will see you now." He swung the door further, prompting her to close her laptop and slide off the bed to walk out.

"Why do I all of a sudden feel like I'm in Fifty Shades of Grey? I don't do kinky sex. I seriously hope that we're not headed towards any playroom. Only one I'll go to better have an Xbox." The guard walking next to her, seemed as though he was trying to hold in his laughter at her comments. They arrived at a set of wide intricate wooden doors that soon swung open, revealing a large office with a cherry oak desk next to the large French doors that opened to a backyard. Oliver was standing on that balcony, hands clasped behind his back. The rain had stopped and the moon was out, casting an ethereal light on him. His face looked as though he was a Greek God, highlighting his chiseled features.

He turned on his heel, so abruptly that Felicity was startled. His gaze locked onto the slight flinch that she displayed and raised his eyebrow in questioning.

"So Miss Smoak, have you made your decision?" he asked, observant of the nervous look written all over her face.

Felicity took a deep breath to steady herself. 'Well, here goes everything.'

A/N: Thanks for reading guys!

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