"Hello Captain," Felicity answered the phone.

"Hey, I know you're resting, I don't want to bother you."

"It's alright, what's wrong?"

"I've got a building on fire on Madison, full of people I was hoping to get some help."

"I'll make a call."

"Thank you."

Felicity made her way over to the computers and put the Bluetooth in her ear. "Oliver?" she asked into it.

"You're supposed to be resting."

"I got a call from Lance, there's a fire on Madison he needs help getting people out."

"We're on it. And when we're done, you're going back to bed."

"Yeah, sure, go save some people and stop giving me a hard time will you?"

"I've got the van out front guys," Diggle relayed to Oliver and Roy.

"We're on our way down," Roy told him.

Felicity was pulling up the local news on her computer, trying to keep updated on the fire happening.

"It appears the fire was started by a small explosion on the tenth floor of this Starling City Office building. It is unknown how many employees were in the building at the time of the explosion," Felicity listened to the reporter and watched as the firefighters attempted to control the flames.

"Guys, the fire was started by an explosion, keep an eye out for any accelerants or devices lying around when you go in."

"We're almost there," Diggle told her.


Oliver and Roy jettisoned up to the tenth floor, landing on a not so stable floor through an already broken window.

"Watch your step, and keep an eye out," Oliver told Roy before they broke out in two different directions making a sweep.

Oliver pulled three people out of the fire before he found it.

Someone had written something in lighter fluid across one of the office room floors. He could faintly see the letters in flames. Oliver looked to the left to find a full water cooler and proceeded to spread it across the flames on the floor until he could read what was scorched into the carpet.

"WHerE ThERE's SMoaK TheRE'S FirE"

His blood was boiling and that's when he saw it. On the desk nearby, he saw the Tech Village letterhead.

My dearest Arrow,

If I can't have you, no one can. Once she's gone, we can go back to the way things were. I can trust you again. When I find her, when I end this, you can finally come back to me. If you want to talk I'll meet you at midnight, in the place we first met.

Love,

Cupid

Tenth floor was the corporate office. She'd picked this building on purpose.

"Roy did you get everyone out?" Oliver asked.

"I think so, yeah."

"This was Cutter."

"What do you mean it was Cutter?" Felicity asked.

"This is the corporate office of Tech Village."

"I'm assuming that wasn't much of a coincidence."

"She left this," Oliver came up behind him, the note in his hand.

"Wait, where did you first meet her?"

"I have no idea. Let's head back to the foundry. Felicity might be able to figure it out."


"I need to figure out where the first time I met Cutter was," Oliver said coming down to the foundry, "And we have about an hour and a half to find out."

"What happens if we don't find out?" Felicity asked.

"She gets angrier, I'm sure," Oliver told her, pulling off his mask and hood as he made his way to his case. He mounted his bow and quiver before walking over towards Felicity and crouching down to look up at her.

"How are you feeling?" he asked her, his hand reaching for her cheek.

"I'm fine, really. I can do this, I promise," she told him.

"How am I supposed to know where I met a woman that I don't even remember?"

"I have an idea. She said you saved her, right?" Felicity turned towards her computer screen as Oliver stood up behind her.

"Yeah, so?"

"My guess is she made a police report," Felicity typed, pulling up the SCPD's arrest records and typing in Carrie Cutter's name in the search.

"And we have a winner," she pulled up a file.

"The victim, was attacked while going to her car after work. Well isn't that ironic," Felicity huffed recalling her own kidnapping, "The victim was attacked from behind, the attacker strangling her from behind. She recalls screaming loudly before the attacker put more pressure on her throat. Shortly thereafter, the vigilante previously known as the Hood, currently referred as the Arrow subdued her attacker and revived the victim."

"I vaguely remember that," Oliver told her.

"It happened outside of a Starling Supremo, coffee shop in the Glades. It was a side alley."

"Can you get an eye on the alley?"

"I can check traffic cams," Felicity said, typing fiercely away.

"We're going after Cutter," Oliver called to Roy as he and Diggle made their way down the stairs.

"Either the cameras aren't operational, or she's cut them out," Felicity sighed.

"Alright guys, we're going in a little blind here."

"Do you want me on the roof or on the ground with you?" Roy asked him.

"Roof."

"You two have to be absolutely careful, this is something she's obsessed with. This place is probably her holy land. She knows everything about the surroundings, she could walk it with her eyes closed and not run into a wall."

"Holy land, huh?" Roy said before looking at Oliver, "I don't get it, why am I not getting any crazy hot stalkers?"

"Don't worry kid," Diggle walked up behind him and clapped a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure one day you'll get your own super fan."

"We're going to try to talk her off the ledge before taking her out. Maybe I can talk some sense into her."

"Highly doubtful, but good to know you're being optimistic about the situation," Felicity told Oliver.

"I'm going to end this tonight," he told her.

"Good, it'd be nice to see some sunlight," she told him.


"I knew you'd come," Oliver heard Carrie's voice coming from a nearby alleyway, "Just like I knew you'd remember."

"You have to stop this."

"You and I both know we're supposed to be together," she hummed. "I know how you feel about me. I know you can't stay away. That's how it's supposed to be."

"What do I need to do to get you to stop killing?"

"Oh honey, the solution to everything, is love."

"I can't be with you Carrie."

"We can fix that," she snapped. "I really wish you'd stop bringing extras on our dates," she told him, turning, her bow drawn, and releasing towards the roof where Roy was perched.

"Arsenal get down!" Oliver yelled to him as he watched Roy bolt from the edge before the arrow landed on the roof, exploding.

"I see you upgraded some of your arrows," Oliver told her.

"I learned from the best," she chimed. "Now, where is that little home wrecker?"

"Well that's just rude," Felicity said into Oliver's ear.

"She's not your concern," Oliver told her.

"Are you crazy?" Carrie laughed, "She's my biggest concern! You act like you love her more then you love me! Now I know that isn't true, but how do you think it makes me feel to see you running around town with that little nobody in your back pocket."

"The only crazy one here, is you."

"Do not! Call. Me. Crazy," she shot an arrow towards him and he dodged it, before she came at him at full force, punching and kicking. Roy came up behind her attempting to knock her out when she turned and kicked him in the face. "Nice try little boy," she laughed before redirecting her attention to Oliver.

"Why don't you lose the blonde," she huffed, still fighting, "And just be with me? She's too busy running around with Oliver Queen anyway. If you were with me, you'd have my undivided attention, sweetheart," he pelted her with his bow. He was doing his best to fight without severely injuring her, but with every threat against Felicity, his anger grew stronger.

"Redheads are more fun anyway," she smiled before he knocked her to the ground.

"I'd appreciate it if you just shut up now."

She backed up on her elbows as he made his way towards her, acting scared and afraid of what he might do to her. Instead, as she squirmed she pulled a gas ball from her pocket. "I don't understand why you don't see," she said, "I'm a lover, not a fighter," and then threw the ball at his feet where it exploded, making it impossible for him to see anything, and her getaway easy.

"Why does this keep happening to me?" Oliver asked, irritated.


"Are you okay?" Felicity asked as the boys made their way into the foundry.

"Oh peachy," Roy said sarcastically. "That girl kicks major ass. I can't believe she got away. Again," Roy huffed, shrugging off his jacket.

"We'll get her," Oliver told him, "I'm frustrated too."

"Well, if anything, she's persistent," Felicity joked.

"She's trained, that's why she's so hard to take down," Oliver told them.

"Love makes you do stupid things," Felicity told him.

"What stupid things have you done lately," Oliver walked over to where she was sitting.

"Well, love makes crazy people do stupid things," she corrected, "I think I've only made really smart decisions as of late," she smiled at him.

"Well if it's going to get all mushy in here, I'm out," Roy said throwing on his sweatshirt. "I'll check in with you guys in the morning."

"Goodnight," Oliver and Felicity told him.

"You," Oliver looked down at her, "Need to go back to bed."

"And you look like you need some sleep yourself."

"I'm fine," he told her, putting his bow away.

"You've barely slept in the last two days," she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her head laid on his back, his hood acting like a pillow against her cheek, "change and come to bed. Please, we could both use a good night's sleep," she pleaded.

Oliver turned in her arms, hugging her tight around her shoulders as she hugged him around his waist, "Alright," he kissed the top of her head. "You win."

Oliver changed into gray sweatpants and padded across the foundry towards the bed Felicity had bought him months back. He'd argued with her, but knew she would win. She always won. Mostly because she was always right. And right now, he was incredibly grateful for the bed, it meant she wouldn't have to sleep on the floor indefinitely.

The bed Felicity had bought him was elaborate, and unnecessary. It had come with a headboard that Oliver never put on, and a bed in a bag Felicity had bought and washed for him that he had never opened. So to say he was shocked when he walked into the back corner would be an understatement.

The once flat bed covered in a thin army green blanket and a single pillow that laid in the middle of the space had suddenly been turned into what would be described as a normal bed.

The headboard had been assembled, and the back had been pushed up against the wall. A dark green and brown comforter laid on top of what looked like fresh white sheets, with four pillows laying across the headboard. And sitting under the covers on the right side of the bed was a beautiful blonde with glasses who had taken the liberty of stacking a couple of crates to make herself a bedside table.

"Wow."

Felicity looked up from her tablet. "You should have let me do this from the beginning," she said to him, putting her tablet down on the crates beside her.

"How did you?" Oliver pointed towards the headboard.

"Digg helped me with the assembly and the moving part while you were surveying my apartment with Roy."

"You were very busy," he told her.

"Are you going to stand there and stare at it or are you actually going to climb into bed with me –" Felicity cringed, "Why does that always happen to me?"

Oliver chuckled, "Well, I'm not going to lie to you and say it's the bed spread that makes it look so inviting," she blushed at the comment.

"Come on," she patted the empty space beside her, "Let's go to sleep."

Oliver walked over to the left side of the bed, pulling the blankets down and climbing in underneath. He looked over at Felicity, who was putting her glasses on top of her tablet and she looked back at him.

"What?" she asked.

"You better watch out," he told her.

"For what?" she looked around, seeing nothing but blurs.

"I might get used to this," he leaned in and gave her a kiss, his hand holding her cheek and she reached out and rested her hand on his arm.

"I love you," he told her as their lips parted.

"I love you, too," she said before pecking him again on the lips.

They settled into the bed, both sinking down under the covers before Oliver pulled Felicity over towards him, her head resting right over his Bratva tattoo, and one of her legs entwining with his.

After five minutes of Felicity hearing the rhythmic beating of his heart, she fell off to sleep. After ten minutes of Oliver reminding himself this was actually real, he allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off.

Both had never slept so soundly in years.