Author's note: Hey all! I had to re-publish this one again, because I wasn't satisfied with the length and I had to tweak some of the things here. My apologies to the people who read and reviewed it already.

Anyway, this is my first time to write fanfiction so reviews are crucial. Not sure how this one will progress, but we shall see…This takes place immediately after the suicide squad episode.

Also, if you looked up Urbandub's "The fight is over", you would get a sense where this story is headed. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.

One

Felicity stares at time on her tablet again and smiles weakly at Isabel Rochev who is impatiently tapping her blood red nails on the glass of the conference table. 8:03AM. Oliver Queen is late. Again. He is taking the whole irresponsible billionaire playboy role way too seriously. Maybe he was busy training Roy, or maybe he was doing some recon work with Digs or maybe he is having a push-up contest with miss-sportsbra-only sa…

"Maybe you should go get some coffee for our guests or is the coffee maker still violently broken? " Isabel crankily asks Felicity interrupting her mental word vomit.

Felicity purses her coral-painted lips to control all the curses that has been struggling to come out in response to Isabel's question. "Oh, it was pulverized to death the last time I checked."

"Well, you might want to consider running your short skirt and high heels down to the nearest coffee shop and get some. These investors are planning to shell out some major money for the Science Center and it would be shame if didn't invest any just because of a secretary's inefficiency."

Felicity's pen started clicking her pen as brutally as she can. "Did you just call me inefficient?!"

"Ahem."

Isabel abruptly rises from her chair and beams the fakest smile in the history of mankind to Moira Queen. "Why, hello Moira!"

Damn it! Why did it have to be her?! Felicity realizes how she should really improve her peripheral vision and slowly turns to their newly arrived guests. As she turned, she noticed that Moira was accompanied by dark and tall man with an eye-patch. "Hello and…"

"Mr. Wilson." His Australian accent was as smooth as butter.

Felicity clutched her tablet closer to her chest. "Mr. Wilson. Hi... I'm Felicity Smoak, Mr. Queen's executive assistant."

Mr. Wilson stretched out his right hand towards Felicity and she nervously placed her hand on his, giving it a weak shake.

Moira clears her throat once more and faces Felicity. "Since we are done with pleasantries, where is my son?"

"He's just running a little late, that's all. You know Oliver… " Shit! "I mean, Mr. Queen. Always on the go. Hahaha." Gaaaahd. Can I just die now?

"I swear, sometimes I wonder if he will ever grow up." Moira starts rubbing her temple. " Anyhow, Felicity, Mr. Wilson will be borrowing you for a few days."

"Me?" Felicity gulped.

"Yes, you ,Ms. Smoak. Mr. Wilson has been having a problem keeping hackers from infiltrating his company's server. I remember Walter once saying that you are the leading IT consultant here at Queen Consolidated and I offered your services to Mr. Wilson here. " Moira looks at Felicity from head to toe, "makes me wonder why he chose YOU to be his assistant."

"Oh." Felicity felt her cheeks burning from Moira's comment. "But, what about Oli..Mr. Queen's work?"

"Don't you worry about it. We brought a temp to fill in for you." Moira replied.

"I don't see any problem with this, Felicity. Who knows, maybe the temp can actually bring us coffee. " Isabel interrupts.

What would I give to have the opportunity to yank that bitch's hair out? I am soooo giving away her credit card information to the hackers in India… Felicity stops her mental blabber when she saw 's hand in front of her.

"Shall we?"

Felicity's heart started to go double-time. The more Mr. Wilson talks, the more she recognizes the voice. Could this be the same Slade Wilson that Sara was talking about? She rises from her chair, "I'll just go get my bag."

"I'll stay in here and fill in for Oliver for the time being. I hope you do not mind, Ms. Rochev." Moira now turns her chair to Isabel.

Isabel answers with a venom-laced smile. "Not at all, Moira. Do good, Ms. Smoak. Who knows, you might even get a better position there."

That bitch just won't quit! "I will meet you at the elevator in 5, Mr. Wilson. Good bye Moira." Felicity nods at Moira and walks out of the conference room. As soon as she was out of sight, she sends Oliver and the rest of Team Arrow a text. She shakes her head. "Just when I asked John to loosen up security, THIS happens." She mutters under breath.

I am leaving with Slade Wilson in 5 minutes. Tracker is on. Details later.

The elevator's doors were already open when Felicity got there. Slade gestured her to go in first like a proper gentleman. Felicity went inside, her hand subconsciously checking her pocket for her phone as the doors close in front of her. Where the hell are you Oliver?! Diggle?! Crap! Crap! Crap!

"So, from an IT associate you became an executive assistant to Mr. Queen" Mr. Wilson asked. His posture as straight as board.

Felicity looked up to the man beside her. "Yes. Not sure whether it's a promotion or demotion, but the pay is good, so I can't complain."

He smiles. "Your female co-workers must hate you, working in such proximity with the infamous Oliver Queen"

She let out a nervous laugh. "Perks of the job." Felicity shifted her weight again the wall. She cannot shake off this negative vibe being so close with the man that has mirakuru running through his veins. "Do you know anything else about the hacking in your company's network?"

"I do not know much about the network jibber-gabber. All I know is that I need some help, Ms. Smoak. I hope that you can assist me." The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Just like before, he motioned Felicity to leave first and he followed right behind. "The limo right up front will take you directly to our offices."

Stall! Stall! Stall! She points to the Starbucks around the corner. "Would you like to grab some coffee first before we go? I kinda need a caffeine boost before I do some hacker chasing?"

"Don't worry, we have our personal barista at our office. They can even make that butterbeer crap that my employees have been raving about."

Woah. He reads Harry Potter?! Felicity just nodded and as she stepped inside the limousine she noticed one gas mask on Slade's side. She could already picture Admiral Ackbar from Star Wars saying "It's a trap" repeatedly in her head. The doors locked automatically as they sped away from the Queen Consolidated building. She moves towards the door and faces him. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we? What do you want from me?"

He smirks. "Smart girl. No wonder Oliver keeps you around." Again, he flashes her with a devilish smile. "Honestly, I just wanted some company. I am feeling rather nostalgic."

She crosses her arms as a way to shield herself from him. "Can't you just pay someone for that? I believe there are lot women would be more than willing to keep you entertained and then some."

"You can always give me some, if you wish." He laughs.

Unbelievable. Must he really flirt with her right now? The nerve of this guy! "Not in this lifetime, granpa."

"Awww. You hurt me, kid. That will all change soon. But for now, you will take a nap."

With that said, she speed dials Oliver but Slade's was much faster than she anticipated and he snatches the phone away from her. Using his super strength, he crushes the phone like an empty can of red bull and throws it out of the window. "Wrong move, Ms. Smoak." He then puts on his gas mask and signals the driver. The partition separating the passenger from the driver closes and a cloud of smoke comes out from the vents.

"No no no no no… " Felicity tries to open the doors again, to no avail. Desperate for some fresh air, she makes a fist and starts hitting the windows. "Let me out! Help! Please! Let me out!" Her eyes started to feel heavy from the gas. Is this what a prey feels once its captured by its predator?

He sighs. "Sweetheart, that is bulletproof glass. No one else will be able to hear you. " He sees her starting to nod off. He then grabs her by the waist and rests her head on her lap. "Sweetdreams, love. You are going to need it."