Oliver stared out the window awaiting Felicity's arrival at the café. It was a nice out of the way place that he figured she was accustomed to going. Her message had been rather vague. Just that she needed to talk to him about something important outside of the office. He agreed without question given the assortment of lies and odd requests he had given her lately. He figured she deserved as much.

Oliver smiled slightly when she walked in, but noticed that she seemed to be more subdued than normal.

"Thanks for meeting me here. It was a little intimidating to meet you at your house." Felicity paused briefly before continuing. "I have been debating for a few weeks now about approaching you with this." Oliver nodded and gave her another small smile.

"Can I trust you?"

The question caught Oliver off guard and he knew the confusion showed on his face when Felicity hurriedly tried to explain her question.

"I mean you have given me some pretty ridiculous lies lately, but I still feel like I can trust you."

"I have one of those faces." Oliver smiled again, wider this time trying to alleviate her fear with charm. He instantly could tell by her reaction, or lack thereof, that she was not going to be swayed by charm. "Yes, you can trust me."

"Okay, I have something I need to show you something."

Oliver watched as she produced a small, brown leather bound book and every muscle in his body instantly tensed as his heart began to pound in his chest. It couldn't be.

He carefully took the book, fearfully opening it to find that it was exactly was he thought.

"Have you ever seen this before?"

"No," Oliver lied, stunned. "Where did you get it?" Oliver asked looking up at her again.

"Your step dad, Walter."

"Walter" the word came out shakily, barely above a whisper. Walter could not be the person behind the list could he. His disappearance might not be so mysterious after all. No, Walter couldn't be the dark archer. "W-Where did he get it?"

"He got it from your home. It belongs to your mother. He thought she was keeping secrets from him. He wanted me to investigate it. I think this list maybe why he was killed."

This was nearly too much for him to absorb. The list belonged to his mother. She had a copy of the list that his father had given him. How did she have a copy of the list? Maybe his dad had two copies and he had just left one at the house. As soon as the thought crossed his mind he knew it wasn't right. She was involved. The pounding in his chest intensified, and he took a deep slow breath to get himself back under control, coming unhinged at this moment was not going to help anybody.

"Please tell me exactly what he asked you to do."

Felicity finally took a seat. "Well, you aren't the only member of the Queen family that has given me odd requests lately. This started a while back with an accounting discrepancy, but Mr. Steele made it clear that I was wrong about that. So, I was a little concerned when he called me into his office. I thought he was going to fire me." Felicity took a breath to try and calm herself. "He told me he had a project for me if I didn't mind doing something that might be dangerous. He said the last person he had asked to do something similar had an unfortunate accident."

Oliver nodded, unable to say anything at the moment.

"I was talking to Mr. Steele on the phone right when he was leaving the office. He told me he was getting in the elevator and I might lose him so he would call me back." Felicity paused for a moment. "He never called me back. No one has seen him since."

"I think someone else besides me needs to have that list. " Felicity said, looking straight into Oliver's eyes.

"I'll take care of it."

"Thank you." Felicity said getting up from her seat and leaving the café.

Oliver watched her go for a moment before staring down at the small book.

A/N: This has not been betaed. All mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoyed!

Oh, and I am contemplating a second chapter. Let me know if I should continue or leave as is.