So big news, I got a promotion at work but that means I'm going to be a little busier than before. Also, I have a sinus infection (yay) (not exciting really) so my head's a little fuzzy so if there are mistakes I apologize. Let me know what you all think.

7.

The first thing she felt was her head throbbing and the funny taste in her mouth. She quickly remembered the last things she saw was Oliver kicking the window before she fell asleep. Oh God Oliver! Her eyes opened and they burned, her contacts were dry, she looked to her left and there was a table with a water bottle, there was also some folded clothes, her clothes she recognized that t-shirt and her panda flats. There was another small door and a larger door, a bathroom and her exit. She tried the exit first, the door didn't budge. She was still in her wedding dress and was angry this wasn't going the way she had thought her day would be ending.

Her night was supposed to end at the penthouse suite, it was supposed to end with her and Oliver consummating their marriage, not a freaking kidnapping. She was sick of being kidnapped, thoroughly sick of it. She took the clothes and contact solution and went into the bathroom. After a struggle she finally got out of her dress and into the large jeans and large top. She placed the drops in her eyes and switched her gorgeous heels for a pair of larger flip flops.

When she emerged from the bathroom she looked back at her ruined wedding dress, her eyes quickly filling with tears. She looked at the water bottle and checked the seal first then squeezed it to see if water came out anywhere else, it didn't. She quickly opened the bottle and took a few sips. The door opened and a masked man came in and she quickly stood.

"Ms. Smoak," he said.

"It's Mrs. Queen," she said through gritted teeth.

"An oversight on my part, I apologize. My employer has requested your assistance in a matter. Please follow me."

"Where is my husband?"

"You will see him again soon, now please do not make this harder for either one for you. Now, if you will," he said motioning towards the hallway.

She didn't say a word as she followed him into the hallway, she looked for anything that would tell her where she was or even possibly to use as a weapon. They made a left and he brought her into a room, Oliver was tied to a chair, head on his chest. She went to run to him but the man grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards him.

"Oliver!" she screamed.

"Not yet Mrs. Queen, I have work for you to do."

"OLIVER! WAKE UP!" she screamed, she saw him move, he was waking up. His eyes shot open and he teste the strength of the bonds and he knew he could get out of them.

"I'm okay," she said but his eyes never left the man in the balaclava.

"Mr. Queen your wife will be working for my employer and when she is done you both can leave. If she does not do as I say, well, let's just say it won't be pretty for either one of you. "

Oliver struggled with his bonds again. The man dragged Felicity away by her hair making her yelp in pain in turn making Oliver see red. No one hurt her without paying for it.

As soon as they were gone, Oliver worked on his bounds. If one thing he had learned during his time with the Bratva, it was his training with bounds. The man had only used rope and would regret it once Oliver got his hands on him.

The man shoved Felicity into a chair in front of a laptop. She took a minute and massaged her now throbbing scalp. The man placed a stack of papers in front of her, she saw what read as account numbers, 'great' she thought to herself.

"Mrs. Queen, in front of you are a series of accounts that we would like you to infiltrate, drain and place in a new account seamlessly without being traced."

"No," she said.

"Mrs. Queen, I will not hesitate to hurt your husband or you," he said as he forcibly raised her chin to meet his gaze. "Don't play hero now, I know and my employers know what you did at MIT."

Felicity gasped her eyes wide.

"That's right, they know everything about you Mrs. Queen. They also know all about your mother's murder would really hate to repeat that with you."

She felt wetness on her face and realized she was crying. Her father had told her that her mother was murdered but until she was eighteen and hacked Bratva records she finally knew how her mother was murdered. She was brutally raped, left naked and gutted. Felicity's stomach churned at the thought of her amazing being taken like that and now she was facing the same fate.

"Now," he said letting go harder than he should've "get to work. Don't try anything stupid, like contact anyone. Your IP address is locked on to the bank and I have someone monitoring you."

She put her head down, she looked at the papers and typed in the first account number. It pulled up her father's account information, she rolled back putting her hands up.

"NO!" she yelled at him. He grabbed her hair yanking her forward, out of the chair, her face slamming into the desk and her knees hitting the ground hard.

"I'm not playing nice anymore, do it now!"

"I said NO!" she said defiantly. He pulled her head up again and slammed it down again, she felt wetness on her head.

"I can't kill you but I can kill your husband, do as I say."

"Go to hell," she said through gritted teeth. He pulled her up again slamming her down, the last thing she saw before the darkness consumed her was Oliver rushing into the room.

Oliver ran out of the room and into the hallway, heading down the corridor and soon hitting a dead end. He heard what he thought was a loud 'no' and took off towards the direction. When he finally found her his blood was boiling. The man had just forced his wife's head into the table and he saw her eyes rolling. He tackled the man to the ground and they both began to fight each other viciously. Oliver had the upper hand and put him in a chokehold from behind, until the man passed out.

He sat back catching his breath and ran over to Felicity who was face down on the ground. She had a pulse, a cut on her forehead and was bleeding. He grabbed the papers shoving them in his pockets. He searched the man taking keys, wallet, cell phone and his gun. Picking Felicity up he began to find a way to get out of, he finally did and sighed a breath of relief when he saw the limo parked.

He placed her in the passenger seat, buckling her in and ran around getting in a speeding off. He checked his surrounding and after a short drive he figured out where he was. He turned and jumped onto the highway driving towards the wedding site. Pulling through the gates he saw lots of movement especially with a red faced Anatoly. Oliver stopped the limo and got out, Anatoly rushed over with john on his heels.

Oliver opened the passenger door when he felt a wave of dizziness hit him. He gripped the car feeling Anatoly steady him. John unbuckled Felicity carrying her inside, Oliver using Anatoly as a crutch as they were led into a room. The last thing he saw was John laying her down and Anatoly yelling in Russian.

Incessant beeping drew him out of his sleep, then pain then the memories flooded back and he quickly sat up regretting it as he felt hands pushing him back down. He couldn't breathe through the pain and felt sick to his stomach.

"Oliver, relax you're both safe," he heard John say.

After a moment he relaxed and opened his eyes. Felicity was in a bed net to him an IV in her arm, asleep. Anatoly was between both of the beds and John was pushing him softly into the bed.

"Felicity?" he said, his voice husky with sleep.

"Fine, concussion she just fell asleep not too long ago. How do you feel?"

"Like shit."

"Well, stab wounds and loss of blood will do that to you."

"Stabbed? Damn, I didn't even realize. The stuff in my pocket did you get it?"

"Yes, you did very good. I know who the mole is, Felicity figured it out," Anatoly said.

"Who?"

"Slade."

"Wilson?" he questioned.

"Yes."

"Son of a bitch, I'll kill him myself."

"You heal first then we'll make our play. He doesn't know we know yet Oliver," Anatoly said.

"He threatened my wife, he hurt my wife, he will die by my hand," Oliver swore it sounded more like a growl than anything.

"Understood, rest now," Anatoly said patting his hand.

Oliver relaxed a little bit and looked at Felicity who was asleep, her face facing him. Soon he fell asleep, when he awoke next he heard soft laughter and a deep voice. He opened his eyes to see Felicity sitting up, John sitting on her bed and the two of them playing cards. From what he could see, John was losing.

"You suck at this John," she said whispering.

"You should see him sparring," Oliver said sitting up.

"Hey! You're awake," she said her face lighting up.

"Yeah, you okay?"

"Great, I'm kicking John's butt right now."

"By cheating," he gave her a look.

"Okay, so I'm counting cards a little," she said smiling. "How are you feeling?"

"I could be better, glad you're safe. Where are we?"

"Secured location," both John and Felicity said.

"Okay," he said putting his head back.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Yes, are you?"

"I just had something to eat not too long ago. I could have some ice cream though," she gave John a big smile.

"I'll be right back," he replied leaving the room.

He heard shuffling and soon she was sitting on his bed, he reached out cupping her face.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, they said I had a concussion and my forehead will heal without a scar, hopefully. I was more worried about you, than anything."

"I'm sorry about all of this."

"None of this is your fault. Hey, we're okay now, we're going to be okay."

"You are so amazing, you know that?" she smiles and soon John walks back in with a tray with ice cream for her and soup and crackers for Oliver. She shuffled back to her bed and enjoyed the bowl of ice cream. A little while later while John and him were talking he looked over to see her completely asleep.

"Where are we with The Queens?" Slade asked.

"On honeymoon is what Knyazez is saying, has he mentioned anything to you?"

"No, he doesn't know anything about my plans yet."

"Good keep it that way," she said. "Come here," she said to him, spreading her legs open. He stands between her legs and kisses her passionately, he ends up having it out with her right then and there because of his manly urges. Afterwards, while she is resting he walks over to the board and sees a picture of Felicity, smiling and he smiles and kisses it.

See you all soon.