AN: And I have already broken my weekly updates, lol, so I'm changing it to updates on Monday and Friday. That will give me time to get ahead on the chapters, I have a total of 6 done so far, working on chapter 7.

Chapter 2: Eagle Eye

Abigail woke on the window seat, she gripped her knife under the pillow as she opened her eyes and blinked. She looked around the room to see Oliver getting dressed. "Hey," he said when he noticed her stirring. She yawned and sat up, pulling the knife out from under the pillow and slipping it into her pocket.

"Hey, what are you up to today?"

"Heading out with Tommy. Thea said she set up your computer so you can shop for some clothes. Meet up later for a bite to eat?" He smiled at her as he walked over and kissed her forehead. "I'll have one of the drivers bring you to meet me." Abigail smiled shaking her head and stood to kiss him properly.

"Don't get into any trouble," she murmured against his lips before she slipped across the hall into her room. She smiled at him as she leaned against the door frame before she went to her desk and started browsing through the online stores, loading up on dark wash skinny jeans, low heeled boots and long sleeved and three quarter sleeve shirts in various colors as well as other essential clothes. She refused to buy any dresses online, she figured someone could take her out dress shopping later.

She shut down her computer and headed to her bathroom to shower. Raisa had been kind enough to procure some shampoo and conditioner as well as some body wash. She stood under the hot water for some time, letting it wash over her and block out everything else. She recalled the first thing she saw when she washed up on Lian Yu.

Brown eyes met blue. Her sight was blurry and she could barely make out the face of a young man, not much older than herself before she passed out. In the moment of their eyes meeting she knew she was safe. The same green eyes opened and Abigail shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a large towel. Another maid had washed the only set of clothes Abigail had while she'd been busy and left them on her bed. She slipped them on then brushed her hair and braided it, she looked at herself in the mirror when she was done. A stranger stared back at her. She hadn't really noticed how much she'd changed, she touched her cheek and heard a soft knock at her door. "Ma'am, Oliver sent me to get you for lunch," a male voice said. Abigail touched the knife in her pocket as she opened the door. The man smiled at her and she smiled back tightly. The man lead her down to the car and opened the rear door. Abigail stepped in and sat down, her hand still close to her knife.

They drove through town, Abigail watched the buildings go by carefully. She knew she was being paranoid but in her mind, better paranoid than dead. The buildings glided by her window until they stopped at a small cafe near CNRI. Abigail opened her door and stepped out, she looked around until she saw Tommy sitting at a table watching Oliver talking to a brunette woman. "That's not going well," she muttered as she sat next to Tommy. He looked up at the woman and chuckled.

"It's going about as well as I expected it to," he responded as he slid a bottle of water over to Abigail.

"Who is she?" she asked as she cracked the bottle open and took a drink.

"Laurel Lance, she and Oliver were dating when he went on The Gambit with her sister."

"Ah, that...makes a lot of sense actually," she chuckled as she watched the conversation deteriorate and Laurel stalked away. Tommy stood to go talk to her as Oliver made his way over to Abigail. "I see your past is biting you in the ass," she said as he sat down. He threw her a dirty look but then he smiled and nudged her knee with his own.

"How has your day been?" he asked. Abigail shrugged and took another drink before she answered.

"Let's see, clothes shopping, book shopping, movie shopping. I've still got more shopping to do but I actually have to go to a store." She grinned at him and he slid his chair around the table. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear.

"Will some of that shopping include some bedroom items?" Abigail smiled and turned her head so her nose nudged his.

"Maybe." She giggled and Oliver kissed the tip of her nose and was about to kiss her lips when he heard Tommy clear his throat. Oliver closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before he turned to his best friend with a questioning look.

"I was going to ask you if you would like to go out for sushi." Abigail looked at Oliver, telling him with her eyes that it was up to him.

"We'd love some sushi," he said, resting his hand on Abigail's thigh. Tommy nodded and the three headed to his car when they all noticed a glaring oversight. However, before anyone could give voice to the observation they were all hit with tranq darts.

Abigail came to slowly, blinking to clear her eyes. She saw Tommy laying next to her and then Oliver in a chair, obviously zip cuffed to it. She kept as still as she could as she saw him come to and their captors started questioning him. Abigail flicked her eyes around, counting how many men had taken them. She shifted slightly and felt that her switchblade wasn't in her pocket. She looked back to Oliver and gave a small signal with her fingers when she thought she had his attention. 'No knife'. She hoped he saw it as she shifted again, their captors weren't very observant and soon she caught the message from Oliver. 'In 3...2..1' Abigail rolled up from her position and jumped at the closest guy to her. The fight was quick and she was even quicker at dispatching her target. She looked up to see Oliver checking Tommy's pulse. "Stay here with him, I'll take care of the last guy." Abigail nodded and crouched next to Tommy as Oliver ran after the remaining man. Upon his return they determined their story, a man in a green hood and a woman in a black and purple hood rescued them.

Back at the mansion, Oliver relayed the story to the police while Abigail lingered on the edges of the conversation, only adding a few details as they had agreed to make the story more believable. She didn't fail to observe Detective Lance's outright dislike for Oliver nor did his mother. Abigail simply shook her head and watched as the detectives left. She slipped from the room moments later and headed up to her room, where she sat at her computer to reread every single newspaper article about her or her family. She was rereading the article about her parents' car crash when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped and spun in her chair to see Oliver there. "I did try to knock but you didn't respond. What's that?" He looked at the computer screen and quickly scanned the article.

"The article about my parents' deaths, they died in a car crash shortly before I got on the plane five years ago." She shrugged and adjusted so he could see the screen more clearly. Oliver read through the article quickly and frowned slightly.

"The name's don't match," Oliver said looking up at her.

"My parents weren't exactly straight arrows. We moved a lot and used a lot of different names. Abigail Kross is my legal, ancestral name, in case you were wondering." Oliver kept looking at her for a moment then nodded.

"Okay." Abigail nodded, closed the window and shut the computer off, as Oliver spoke. "Our plans have been moved up, I scouted my father's old factory for our base of operations. You're sure you want to help me with this, it's not too late to back out."

"I'm sure, I want to help you save your home." She kissed him gently and he wrapped his arms around her waist instinctively.

"You know, we're getting dangerously close to commitment," he muttered, slipping his hands under her shirt to rub gentle circles on her lower back.

"I know, my question to you is, do you mind commitment?" She trailed her fingertips down the back of his neck. Oliver smiled at her and kissed her again, sliding his hands to her thighs and lifting her up. Abigail wrapped her legs around him and grinned against his lips. "I take this as you don't mind."

"Not in the slightest, you I don't have to keep secrets from and I'm glad that you're opening up about your past." Oliver ducked his head to nip at her neck and the rest of the evening was history, they skipped dinner, too preoccupied with each other to notice something so basic as hunger.

After their activities the two remained in Abigail's bed, her head resting on Oliver's chest. Her thoughts ran circles in her head, keeping her from sleeping, she felt Oliver's breathing even out and his grip on her loosened. Abigail cautiously slipped from the bed and sat in the window seat. She stared out at the stars, thinking about her past, it was a long list of fake names, different cities and schools. She was home schooled up until college. She'd mastered every lesson quickly, even those that weren't school related. 'I wonder what he'd think if he knew the trust,' she thought, glancing over at him and jumping slightly when she noticed he was awake and watching her. "I didn't mean to wake you," she said as he slipped out of the bed and walked over to her.

"Don't worry about it," he said, sitting with his back against the opposite side of the window. "Couldn't sleep?" Abigail nodded.

"I've just been thinking about the past and everything I haven't told you. Did I tell you that those five years on the island was the longest I've stayed in one place?"

"No." He leaned over and kissed her gently. "But, I don't really mind, it gives us something to talk about. For what it's worth I'm glad you were there, I wouldn't have survived if you didn't pick things up so quickly." Abigail smiled at him but it faded quickly.

"There's a reason for that actually and it's going to sound impossible to you." She took a deep breath. "I have this...ability to sense people, animals, and objects around me and their relation to me. I know who is friend and who is foe before someone speaks if I have the ability activated. " Oliver stared at her for a moment.

"How?"

"I don't honestly know. My father said every human has the potential to do it with extensive training but there are some that can just use it naturally, no training required. Those with the genetic predisposition to use the ability are usually very quick learners in other areas as well."

"So, that's why you never missed your target on the island, and could track something even if you couldn't see it."

"Yes." Abigail closed her eyes for a moment and took several deep breaths and let them out before opening her eyes. The change in her iris was subtle, if Oliver hadn't been sitting so close to her he wouldn't have noticed the way her eyes changed to look like an eagle's. "I know that absolutely no one in this house wants to hurt me, physically at least. Also, there are at least four different places in this room and just below this window that could completely conceal me from anyone that doesn't have a search dog with them." She blinked again and her eyes went back to normal. Oliver stared for a moment before he touched her cheek.

"Eagle Eye," he said softly. She looked at him quizzically for a moment. "Well, we'll need code names while we're out in the field." He touched just next to the corner of her eye with his thumb. "'Eagle Eye' because when you use your ability, your eyes look like eagle eyes."

"Eagle Eye," she repeated, touching his hand. "Funnily enough this ability of mine is called Eagle Vision. And you?"

"The police are calling me 'The Hood', it's as good a code name as any." Oliver smiled and gently helped Abigail up and back to bed, where they both fell asleep. The last thing that crossed her mind was guilt, that she hadn't told Oliver the whole truth about her family history and she decided to tell him tomorrow.

AN: That is chapter 2, I will post the next on Monday. Reviews are very much appreciated. Also, I am working up a complete profile on Abigail, more in depth than what is in chapter 1 and will hopefully be ready by the time I post chapter 4 or 5, those interested in it can PM me.

Until next time,

WolfSpirit21