Oliver sighed, he was alone in his tiny little cell. After months of trying to pair him with a cell mate that wouldn't try to hurt him because of him being the Green Arrow, it seemed they finally gave up.

It was better this way. After months of torment from his fellow inmates, he enjoyed the solitude. He would still count down the minutes until visiting hours so he could see his wife and son. Time passed excruciatingly slow here, in many ways Oliver felt his mind slipping from his grasp.

One more hour... then 24 more. I can survive that.

Hard combat boots approached the cell doors, pulling Oliver out of his thoughts. Oliver looked up to see a guard with a tall, muscular bonde prisoner. The blonde had contorted his face in a evil grin, causing Oliver to inwardly cringe.

This isn't going to end well.

"This is your new roommate. Harsh punishment will be administered if any attempt of harm is taken. This goes for the both of you." The guard had stated in a monotonous voice, as if he couldn't care less what happened to either of them. The blonde stepped into the cell, eyes not wavering from Oliver, still with the smirk on his face.

"The famous Oliver Queen! I thought you would be bigger in person, considering your night job." He winked, "The names Lawrence Crock, AKA Sportsmaster, it's a pleasure to meet you." His hand extended, expecting to meet Olivers.

Oliver sat on his bed, ignoring his new roommate. "I think it's safe for me to assume it's not a pleasure for me."

Lawrence laughed and set his bedding on his bed. "That assumption can save your life in here."

Oliver watched the clock outside his room.

Thirty minutes to visiting hours. Then I can see my wife and son.

It was worth it, to know that his Arrow family are taken care of. He makes the sacrifices so that others don't have to go through it.

"Got visitors coming?" Oliver just nodded, but Lawrence took it as a way to continue talking. "Ah, what I would give to see my daughter's! They would never come, they hate my guts. I don't blame them either. I'll see them again soon though. You, on the other hand, won't see yours for a while."

Oliver eyed the man across from him, his look was sinister. Oliver's body tensed, and he prepared for Crock to make a move. Instead, he sat there on his bed, hands in his lap. "Looks like I finally got your attention. Don't flatter yourself, though, Pretty Boy. I'm not just here for you, you're just an added bonus."

A massive BOOM shook the entire building, cement dust fell from the ceiling from the blast. Chaos erupted in the cells, yelling from the prisoners and guards overwhelmed the senses. Oliver reacted quickly staring out the bars, trying to see what was going on. Crock just turned to his bed, not interested

"I suggest you don't fight what is about to happen. My dear friends should have an eye on Felicity and William by now. I would hate to see something happen to them. This isn't their fight." The ex-vigilante turned to a knife at his face, he slowly raised his hands up. He knew, if there was any chance of Felicity and William getting hurt... He couldn't make that risk. The prison door slid open, and Crock motioned the knife for him to move. Oliver turned slowly and walked out the door, Crock with the knife edging into his back. They met others in the hall, a couple of prisoners were with a knife to their back, like Oliver. Others were the ones holding the knifes. A guard came through the door, with a gun in her hand. Crock released the pressure on Olivers back and raised his arms to welcome the young woman.

"Ah! My baby girl! How's it going sweetheart?" Crock smiled widely, as if he was genuinely excited to see her. The girl rolled her eyes, and tossed the gun to the side, taking a sai from one of the other prisoners.

"Don't pretend like you care, Dad. I'm not here because of you, I am here because it's a job to do. And you just so happened to be apart of it." She pushed a long strand of her black hair out of the way.

"Oh, come on, Jade!" Oliver weighed his options, it was easy to maneuver himself to take the knife from Crock. Before Oliver could do anything, Crock turned to him and yanked on his sleeve. "Fine, we are running out of time. Let's move."

Crock led him down a hall that usually filled him with hope, but this time Oliver was filled with dread. The white walls of the prison felt like they were closing in as they got closer and closer to the visiting room. All around them sounded like a war zone, but his ears were bubbles, and everything sounded miles away. Each step was him sinking into a swimming pool of jello.

Ten minutes to visiting hours... Please don't be there.

The group of cons marched down the halls, weapons ready for any guard brave enough to cross them, taking them down with ease. Lawrence Crock could sense the unease in his captive, in his line of work he became good at feeding off the nervous energy of his captives. As they approached the visiting room, as much as Oliver tried to hide it, his body tensed. Crock suddenly halted, pulling Oliver back onto his chest.

"Dad, what the hell are you doing? We have a helicopter to catch to get the hell out of here!" Jade yelled at her father, her tone even more impatient than before as she swiveled on her heel to face them.

"Mr. Queen has an appointment he is so desperate to catch. I'll meet you up there," Crocks voice was calm, but had cruel intentions. Jade made an exasperated sound and turned around to keep moving.

"We leave in five minutes. I can't wait to leave you here."

Crock pushed him through the door of the visiting room. The room was empty on the inmate side of the glass, but on the other side of the bullet proof glass was Felicity and William, accompanied by a muscular man with a gun. Oliver's stomach fell, his throat was closing up, his mind was racing. The facts were, there was nothing he could do to help them. If he did anything to harm Crock, the man with his family would retaliate. Crock smiled wide, his eyes filled with excitement. William tears streaming down his face, hugged Felicity tight, as she was trying to keep her emotions in check. It wasn't working, Oliver could always tell her emotions, she was rattled by everything going on in the prison. Crock grabbed Oliver by his collar and pushed his face into the cool white table. He pointed at Felicity and motioned for her to come, grabbing the inmate phone with his free hand. The man separated William from Felicity, and guided her to the opposing side of the glass and handed her the phone.

"Mrs. Queen, I thought you might want to say goodbye to your husband. Let's just say, he's taking a vacation from this prison right now, and I thought it wouldn't be right without a proper farewell. I'm a family man, you see." He smiled generously.

"Don't you dare hurt him, you hear me! If you so much as touch a hair on his head, I'll-" Her voice was shaky.

"Spare me the whole Liam Neeson speech, sweetheart" He said, pulling the phone from his ear to Oliver's.

"Are you guys okay? He didn't hurt you, right?" Oliver's voice was strained. Felicity shook her head.

"We are fine, but we need you to get out of this. Okay, Oliver? It's bad enough we had to go with you in supermax, but now-" Her voice broke as a tear fell down her face. "Leaving us isn't an option. You understand me?" Oliver nodded as much as he could with Crocks hand on his head. His mouth was too dry to respond. He cleared his throat.

"I love you, Felicity. We made it too far to let anyone come between us." Crock pushed his head down more as he grabbed the phone from Oliver's ear.

"How heartfelt, truly moving." His gravelly voice showed no sign of emotion. "But what is a goodbye, without giving you something to remember him by?"

He pulled the phone away from his mouth and spoke to Oliver quietly. "I suggest you don't fight what I am about to do, or else your wife and kid will both get it done to them." He slammed the phone on the hook as the man on the other side put Felicity in a hold to make her watch, William was screaming to let her go. Oliver already made his decision as he let his body relax slightly to the hand on his head. Crock pulled on of his left hand up to the table and brought down his knife to Olivers ring finger.

It happened so fast that he couldn't even process it, there wasn't pain at first. He could see his wife struggling against her captor, he couldn't hear her without the phone, but he knew that they were both screaming. Then the nausea his him like a ton of bricks as he realized his finger was just... gone. He felt the cold table against his open wound. He wouldn't give his captor the satisfaction of knowing that he caused him pain, so he internalized it, and pushed as far down as he could.

Crock signaled to his guy in with Felicity and he left them as Oliver was yanked up and pulled out the door. It was all blurred for him, as he was lead to a stairway that lead to the helicopter. Shots were fired a couple of times, but he couldn't notice who was doing the shooting. Booms rattled the prison, as the world around him fell to chaos. He felt he must have blacked out a bit, because before he knew it he was being ushered into the helicopter. Jade swiveled her head and eyes to his severed finger. She shook her head and muttered something about how he just couldn't help himself, as they took off into the air.

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Felicity recounted what had happened for what felt like the billionth time. She was tired of talking about it, she needed to do something about it. Team Arrow, if could even be called that anymore, was silent for a while after she told them what happened. At least she knew that they would be more responsive than the police, that was the great thing about vigilantes, the paperwork didn't get in the way of the rescuing.

"Okay, so how do we find Oliver and hunt down this asshole?" Renee asked, breaking the silence. Felicity sighed in relief, finally, taking action.

"I'm running his face through every single camera I can get my hands on, if he so much as takes a stroll, I should be able to find him. I also found him in several police databases and am trying to find bank statements to see if anything comes up that way as well. We are dealing with Lawrence Crock, alias is Sportsmaster. He has been charged with assault, drug dealing, selling illegal weapons, and essentially being a mob leader. He does have ties with the league, but nothing recently that I see." Felicity reported to her colleagues.

"Looks like we need to train a bit more." Dinah said, gently putting her hand on Felicity's shoulder. "Thanks Felicity, you should get back to William, we will keep an eye on the program and let you know if anything comes up." She just nodded as they heading to train, leaving her with her thoughts in her hub in the Arrow lair.

She wanted more than anything to go and comfort William, but Felicity had no idea how. Being a mom is so new, how is she supposed to comfort him, when she hardly knew how to comfort herself? Sportsmaster cut off Oliver's finger to make a point that he was in control, and William witnessed that. After his own mother, and his father going to jail, Felicity already felt overwhelmed. But now with the idea that he is gone with a psycho control freak and that he might actually die or be dead any minute... The thought made her feel sick. William needs her, and she needs him.

After stewing for a bit, Felicity grabbed her jacket to go home to William. If the new Team Arrow was on it, she knew Oliver was in good hands.

A/N: Thank you for reading the first chapter of my first published story! Constructive criticism is very helpful, and I appreciate any (kind) notes you are willing to give me. This story is something that has been on my mind for a while, and I thought I would share it.