She's walking down the street one minute and the next she's in the back of a van unconscious. She's getting back from her lunch break, it's still light outside. People see and do nothing. They don't stop the two men who took her, they just let her go. Probably thinking she deserves it by the way she's dressed, by her reputation at QC, 'she's sleeping with her boss, the whore gets what she wants by getting on her knees'. So no one bats an eye when she's dragged into a van.

Oliver sits in his office waiting for her return. God knows he can't make his own coffee or set up his own lunch dates. Or maybe he just likes pushing her buttons.
Diggle walks in smiling about his baby on the way. But then frowns. "Where's Felicity? Doesn't she always come back ten minutes early?"
"I called her." Oliver says and you can almost hear his paranoia, or maybe annoyance.
Digg smirks. "I'll call her"

Thirty minutes go by. Oliver is pacing up and down with his phone to his ear. Normally she would have been back forty minutes ago. "Diggle?" He says running his hand over his face. "Diggle she's in trouble.
"Oliver maybe sh-"
"Diggle! Are you even worried?" Oliver yells
"Yes."
Oliver strides towards the elevator Diggle on his trail.
He calls her phone again. "Fuck!" He yells when it goes to voice mail. Again he calls.

"Stop!" Felicity screams as one man ties her hands to the bed frame while the other holds her down.
"Now I'm going to ask you again. Who is the Arrow?" The man growls
"I don't know!" She screams tugging on the thick rough ropes pinning her arms above her head.
"Wrong answer." He says leaning in close to her face. He turns to his partner who holds her ringing phone. "Now you're going to tell your clingy boss you got food poising so he stops calling you, alright?" He asks as he slaps her cheek in a taunting manor. "Knife" he says to his partner.
His partner walks over handing the man the phone and knife.
"Be a good girl and really sell it"
She nods slowly.
Oliver picks up on the first ring.
"Felicity, God are you okay? Felicity where are you, are you okay?" Oliver sounds terrified out of his mind for her which only adds to her pain.
Felicity swallows a lump that formed in her throat as tear pool in her eyes. "Yeah, yeah Oliver I'm fine." She chokes out.
"Felicity? Where are you? I need you to tell me where you are. You sound scared." He says seeming to be choking on his words too.
The man who's holding the phone presses the knife to her neck. Her mind flashes back a few months to when Slade held a blade across her throat. Her shaking body stiffens, her tears pouring down her face.
"Felicity?" Oliver's voice breaks.

She sucks in a rugged breath. "Oliver I'm in the airport, my dad is in the hospital and I'm just really scared for him" she says shaking. "You know how close I am with my father." She says as her chest heaves "I have to go I'm boarding the plane soon, okay? I have to find him and make sure he's okay. Okay, Oliver?" She cries harder.
"Felicity-" Oliver whispers his voice so broken and thick that she thinks he too is crying, but Oliver Queen rarely cries.
The man ends the call. "Quite the actress you are" he says sitting on the bed rubbing her exposed thigh. "Which leads me to think you can convince me very easily that you have no idea who the Arrow really is, when in fact you know exactly who he is."

"Felicity-" Oliver says and then the line cuts off. "Felicity" he whispers over and over again until he's slumped against the elevator wall.
"Oliver she's okay she's just really scared for her dad-" Diggle says unable to comprehend why his friend is so worried.
"Diggle" Oliver's voice wavers "her dad left her and her mom when she was little. She-" his chin quivers and he gives into the pain settling on the pit of his stomach. "She wasn't close with him-"
In that moment Diggle knows why Oliver is sitting on the floor crying, and soon his legs give out under him and he steadies himself against the wall. "She was trying to tell you she was in trouble"

"Are you okay?" A small voice says as the elevator doors open. "Mr. Queen?"
Oliver looks up at the dark haired girl standing outside the elevator. He shakes his head and stands up on his wobbling legs letting Diggle helping him steady himself. "I'm fine. I, uh, I just need to" he tries to swallow the lump in his throat. "I just need a moment" he presses the button in the elevator that leads to the IT department. "Call Roy, please." Oliver's voice is so tiny and weak that it startles Diggle.
"We're going to find her and she'll be okay"
Oliver just shakes his head and leans on the wall and closes his heavy eyes.

"I don't know anything!" Felicity screams flailing her legs at the man cutting her dress off of her shaking body. "I don't know anything" she whispers.
The man laughs deep and dark as he finishes cutting off her dress. "I'm going to have fun with you aren't I?" He's smirking at her, eyes full of lust as he brushes his rough hand up her thigh slowly. His face suddenly goes serious. "Talk princess, and I won't have to hurt you, and man do I want to hurt you" He seethed
"I don't know his name or I would tell you I swear!" Her legs jerk at his rough touch.
The man drags the knife across her collar bone drawing blood and a pained scream from her body. "Talk"
"I don't know who he is!" She cries out.
"He killed for you, only you." He says grabbing her jaw roughly and making her look into his dark eyes. "He shot three arrows into his chest, not one, not two. But three arrow. Why?"
His partner who's holding her legs down speaks up. "I bet the bitch is working for him"
"No! No, I'm not I swear!"
The man takes his knife and cuts her bra lose from her heaving body. "Do you think I'm stupid?" He snaps.
"No! No I don't, I get why you think I know him but I don't. I don't." She pleads.
"Liar." He says grabbing at her breasts roughly. "You know exactly who he is under his hood"
She closes her eyes as the man paws on her, willing it to stop. To make him stop. To make it all just stop. "I don't know"

Oliver walks to the man the IT department said was their best, and he half expects Felicity to be the one there "I need you to trace a number for me" he's usually extremely talented when it comes to wiping the worry from his face, but he can't stop thinking about her.
"I don't really think I can do that-" the man starts. But Oliver cuts him off.
"Listen." He sighs inwardly. "I need you to help me. And if you can help me trace where this call came from I will write you a very large check in return."
The guys nods, "what's the number, Mr. Queen?"
Thirty minutes go by before the 'best of the IT department' can trace where the call came from. Felicity can trace a call within seconds, Oliver thought feeling that pain in his chest again.
"You're all set" the man says "that's the address the call came from-"
"Thank you" Oliver says stiffly, already on his way to the elevator.

"Flip her over!" The man barks.
"I swear to God I would have told you if I knew anything!" She says fighting the mans restraining arms as best as she can.
The cold blade runs diagonally from her right shoulder to her lower back on the left side merely four inches from her butt. Thick dark blood soon covers most of her back. A scream rips from her throat.
"What. Is. His. Name." The man roars shoving her bloody back firmly into the bed.
"I don't know" she whispers.
His fist contacts with her face and she screams again. "You're going to bleed out and die while I fuck you" he growled digging his fingers into her hips and grabbing the thin fabric of her panties. She squeezes her puffy eyes shut and waits for the pain she knew was coming.

"GET AWAY FROM HER NOW!" Oliver's voice screams murderously angry and terrified at the same time. He;s fifty feet away, bow drawn and ready to end this psychopaths life.

The ringleader smirks and the follower removes his hand from holding her legs down.

"UNTIE HER NOW!" Oliver yells and obediently the follower grabs the knife and whispers to his partner something before cutting her lose. The other man snatches Felicity up and uses her naked body as a human shield while the follower flings the knife at Oliver with surprising accuracy. Oliver shoots the knife down with an arrow and then a second later shoots him in the forehead. "I will not hesitate to kill you" Oliver seethes stepping ten feet closer, an arrow already drawn back. His eyes meet with Felicity's briefly before looking for places he can shoot without hitting her. His arrow whirls through the air and hits just above her shoulder and into the mans, he staggers and Oliver takes this chance to get a clean headshot.

The body drops with a thud and Felicity stumbles away on unsturdy legs toward Oliver. Tears pour down her bruised face as she makes her way to him.
Oliver drops his bow on the ground and pulls back his hood and runs towards her wrapping her nearly naked body in his embrace. Her body was weak, limp and shaking in his protection. He couldn't hear anything but blood pounding in his ears and her sobs. His gloved hands run across her bloody back and he began telling her in faint whispers that she was okay and she was safe now. He placed kisses in her hair line. He wondered what had happened to her, what they had done to her. He held her for only a few minutes until her body stopped racking as hard and her sobs died down. He pulled her away from him and unzipped his leather jacket then wrapped it around her shoulders, she slips her arms into it easily but when she tried zipping it but her hands shook too much so he ended up zipping it for her then wrapped her back in his arms.
"Felicity," he whispered weakly. "Felicity, I need to know you're okay?"
She wanted to say no, but she couldn't say anything.
"Felicity, please look at me" his voice cracked at her name. "Felicity" his hand went to lift her face to his. Her eyes went to his for a second then lowered. He felt a sharp pain in his chest at her reaction. "We need to go. I need to take you to the hospital-"
"No" she whispered.
He paused. "You're bleeding and you need to be stitched up."
"I don't want to go to the hospital" her voice was tiny.
"The lair? No. Felicity you need a real hospital. We're getting you out of here" he says lifting her up like she's a rag doll and turning face to face with Detective Lance.

The detective just shakes his head slowly, mouth ajar looking at Oliver Queen. The Arrow. Not knowing what else to say, he says "just go."

Oliver brushes past Lance without a word.

"You need a hospital" Oliver repeats himself to Felicity, who is laying on her stomach as he's cleaning the cut on her back and wiping the blood away. He looks down at the long cut across her back and wonders how she endured this much pain, the gashes and bruises. She didn't deserve this. "I'm going to start stitching you up now, okay?"

Nothing.

"Felicity, please talk to me"

Nothing.

"Felic-"
"I don't want to talk. Not to you. Not to Diggle. No one" she snaps and her body starts shaking again and he knows she's crying again and then he wonders if she ever stopped crying since those men took her.
He closes his eyes tight. "I'm sorry, Felicity." His voice wasn't above a whisper and he wasn't even sure if she heard him.

"I'm going to start now-"
"Okay" her voice was like a knife to his heart, she sounded so broken and he wanted to fix her like she fixed him.

"Your back is done and I need to start on the cuts on your chest... is that okay Felicity?" He pauses and looks away when she rolls over on her back. Without looking he hands her a towel to cover her breasts. He waits for a moment to turn back around to make sure shes done. He turns slowly and notices right away all the marks the men left with their mouths on her skin, on her neck all the way down to where the towel covered. "Did they-"
"Stop" her voice is cold and flat, she sounds like him.
He looks over her body, her face is bruised badly, nose has dried blood under it, cut across her collar bone, hickys from her neck to breasts, her stomach has some small gashes and is layered with dried blood. The towel that covers her lap is already covered in blood from the cut on her hip.
He takes a new wash cloth, wets it and starts wiping the dried blood from her body, she flinches at his touch.

He thinks about all the times he's been hurt and how she must feel when he walks in the door wounded. It must destroy her, because right now, everything he's been through in his life seems like a cake walk compared to seeing her like this. Broken and hopeless.
He finishes stitching her collar bone and hip and a few of the deep cuts on her stomach, and then covered them with pads. "I'm all done, I'll be right back."
She watches him walk to the back of the new lair as she sits up. Her back burns and she feels broken everywhere he touched her and places he hadn't. Whatever pills Diggle had given her they weren't strong enough.
He came back with the shirt he wore to the office today and sweat pants. She didn't want to look him in the eyes again; she already saw the guilt in his eyes for something he had no control over.
"Here" he said softly handing her the clothes. "I'll go get dressed and then take you home."
She gave a faint nod to him without looking up, eyes still stone cold and cast towards the floor
He stared down at her for a few more seconds then nodded to himself. "I know that you're not ready and that's okay, but it kills me to see you like this." And then he walked away.
She had pulled the sweat pants on slowly, that was the easy part. The shirt was going to suck. She gritted her teeth as she pulled it over one of her shoulders and stuck her second arm in slower. She let out a pained growl that she thought she had contained.
"Are you okay?" he said from behind her.
She nodded and finished buttoning the shirt.
"Me and Diggle are sleeping at your house"
She turned around. "No you're not."
"Felicity, it's not up for debate. Digg's already at your house"
She sighed "I want to be alone Oliver." She said dropping her gaze to the floor again as she walked past him "You of all people should get that."

She was right.

When they got inside her town house she told them one got the couch and the other got the floor.
"What happened to her, did she say anything?" Diggle asked Oliver.
"She wont talk to me about it" he pauses "Diggle, you should have seen everything they did to her. Her whole back is practically cut open. And what he said to her, Diggle." He winced fists clenching and brows gathering together.
"What?"
Oliver shook his head trying to swallow the clot in his throat, Oliver hesitantly answered "that he was going to fuck her while she bled out" the words burned his throat coming up.
Diggle swore under his breath and rubbed his face with his hands.

Diggle left to go get dinner for them all and to get more gauze, Oliver walked over to Felicity's door and tapped lightly. "Can I come in?"
"Sure" she mumbled.
She was sitting up in bed toying with the grey comforter, her eyes were glazed over looking at nothing.
He wasn't sure if sitting on the bed was wired or comforting, but he sat right next to her anyways, her body tensed at his presents which hurt. "Diggle went to get food" he started "do you want me to call anyone for you, your mom, or a friend? Anyone?"
She shook her head.
"Anything I can do for you?"
"No"
He covered her hands with his, usually that calms her but this time he felt her whole body stiffen and tense under his touch. "I'm sorry" he said letting the words drift into the stillness of her room.
"I know"
"Please look at me Felicity"
She looked up at him and held his gaze for a second and then broke down right into his lap she told him everything that happened, how the men tasered her and no one cared that she just got kidnapped. How he let her call him and how they molested her and tortured her. She never meant to tell him how the reason they took her was to find out Oliver's name. She knew he'd be guilty about it and that he'd blame himself for what happens.

He listened to her talk through her tears and sobs until she cried herself asleep in his lap. He didn't have the heart to move her; he didn't want to move her. He wanted to let something off his own chest while she slept with her head on his thigh and his hand in her hair.
"Felicity? Are you still awake?" He whispered. He waited. And waited before continuing. "Today I thought I was going to lose you." He swallowed hard "I was so scared I was going to lose" he exhaled loudly and continued "and I thought that if I did lose you, you would never know that I'm in love with you." He sighed "I didn't plan on bringing you to the mansion that night and telling you I loved you. I just thought about me or you not making it back… and I needed you to know that I loved you just in case anything went wrong." His nose sniffled and he continued "I thought about you dying and I thought about how I would never be able to recover from that." he shook his head. "I could never recover from that Felicity."

His words filtered into the stillness of her room until her door bell rang within the small town house. She jumped at the sound and sat up biting her blue nails.

"I'll get it, just try and rest okay?" he said getting out of her bed and walking through her dark kitchen to the front door. He looked out the peephole and knew this was coming sooner rather than later.

He opened it slowly letting Lance inside without a word.

Lance shot Oliver a look he couldn't place.

"I thought I'd find you here" he said.

"Look I know you hate me. Believe me, I know that, but..." he turned his head to face Felicity's door. "But please just don't. Not now, not when she just went through that alone" Oliver pleaded looking into Quentin's eyes.

"I'm not here to read you your rights, Queen"

Oliver tilted his head slightly to the right "Then why?"

"When this first started I needed the Hood to be you, because I hated you both so much that it would make it easier. But then before the undertaking when I was questioning Miss Smoak she said she use to think that you were a criminal too, but that because of everything you sacrificed for the people of this city, she said it made you a hero. And it does. I realized that, and now with me being promoted to Caption after Slade's attack, I'm calling off the anti vigilante task force."

Oliver just looked at Lance and took in everything he said.

Lance continued, "You love her, don't you?"

Oliver gave a small smile, "yeah, I do." He said it so weakly but so sure that Lance felt the depth of his words.

There was an awkward pause for a moment "How is she?" Quentin asked.

Oliver's eyes fell for a second, "She won't talk to me."

"She will" and with a pat on Oliver's shoulder he opened the door to leave.

"Thank you" was all Oliver could say at the moment but it was enough.