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Oliver Rapidly making his way over to the car, nodded his head signalling to Diggle that they were good to go. Diggle responded by replacing his weapon and opening the back door of the car enabling Oliver to lay Felicity down on the back seat. As Diggle made his way behind the wheel Oliver climbed into the back of the car and pulled felicity into his lap cradling her as they drove away from the docks back to the safety of the foundry. Looking up in the rear view mirror Dig watched Oliver gently stroking Felicity's face as he whispered incoherently to her.

"How long's she been out of it?"

Oliver looked up "A few minutes, Dig maybe we should get her to a hospital?"

"Oliver look around, she'll be safer at the foundry than the Starling Hospital. I'll need to check her over but she's probably passed about from the blood loss. She'll be OK."

It sounded like a statement but the look Dig gave Oliver in the rear view mirror told him it was a promise , he'd make sure of it. Through the shadow of his hood Oliver nodded in acknowledgement as he reached down to assess her leg. Pulling back the gauze he was not impressed and so much so that a small growl echoed in his throat. "It looks like a through and through"

He replaced the gauze and brought his attention back to her bruised face touching it gently, angered by the suffering she had endured. He felt a lump form in his throat but managed to suppress it at the sight of Verdant through the windscreen.


Diggle led the way, as they maneuvered Felicity's unconscious form through the back alley entrance to the foundry. Dig moved ahead of Oliver, grabbing the Medical trolley and preparing the metal gurney by lining it with a blanket; he knew how much felicity hated the cold of the metal. Oliver Carefully laid Felicity down upon the makeshift bed and grabbed his hoody that hung on the back of her chair, rolled it up and carefully slipped it under head as an improvised pillow. As Diggle arranged some of the medical supplies for use he asked Oliver to fetch the blood that Felicity had sensibly forced them all to donate in case of an emergency. After a few minutes he returned with a face like thunder, grabbing a catheter, needle and tourniquet, and began tightening the band around his arm causing Diggle to stop what he was doing, somewhat distracted by Oliver's demeanor.

"Oliver? what the hell?"

"The reserves, they've been destroyed. Felicity is O positive right, well so am I" Oliver replied stabbing the needle into his vein. Diggle took over setting up the catheter to avoid back-flow and closing the valve as he attached the other end to Felicity. Oliver pulled on Felicity's chair, realizing that he was going to be there some time. The chair's wheels banging against the legs of the metal table caused Felicity to stir, her eyes fluttering open. Oliver took his unrestricted hand in hers and squeezed but feeling his touch caused a panic deep within her and she pulled away frantically screaming, still somewhat dazed by her surroundings. The erratic movements pulled on the catheter in Oliver's arm causing his jaw to tighten as his teeth ground at the pain. He moved closer to her pulling her up from the gurney and wrapped his arms around her, all the time repeating her name softly, so much so it sounded like a mantra. It wasn't until he said "It's me Oliver, you're safe" that her breathing began to slow and her shaking body calmed to a soft shudder. Instinctively she grasped his shirt in her fists and pulled him against her. Oliver kissed her head before pulling away and looking at her comatose and fragile state. He stroked the side of her face where it had started to bruise, each caress calming her.

When her breathing had returned to normal Oliver rested his hand on the back of her head and tenderly brought her back to a horizontal position so that Diggle could tend to her leg. Oliver was surprised when the cleaning of her wound riled very little reaction out of her; She grit her teeth at the pain but nothing more. He saw how she had hardened in just a few hours and was disturbed by it, wondering what could have possibly happened to her whilst she was imprisoned. After a few minutes the pain overwhelmed her and once again her world turned black.

Oliver sat back in the chair and watched Diggle working tirelessly to fix Felicity's leg. When the last few stitches had been sewn, Diggle''s eyes landed upon her semi naked form and in response he wandered, searching for a blanket or covering to allow her some modesty. When he found nothing he removed his t-shirt and laid it over her covering her open shirt and half-torn skirt. Oliver dipped his head in appreciation, and Diggle simply nodded in return as he turned and headed over to Felicity's computer. He grabbed a photo from the printer and offered it to Oliver.

"This Man, was he there when you found Felicity?"

Oliver shook his head, No Slade and another guy were both taken out, but there was no-one else. why?"

Diggle handed Oliver another sheet of paper; Brett Martins Rap sheet. "When Slade contacted me via video link.." Diggle pointed t the photograph in Oliver's hand "..He was there"

Oliver's eyes slowly read over the paper and his gaze then darkened as it met Diggles "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Diggles lack of response told Oliver everything he needed to know. He growled crushing the paper in his hands searching desperately for something to take his anger out on, his fingers dug into the arm of the chair leaving very obvious and very permanent marks. With his attention focused completely on Felicity's beautiful form laid out beside him he spoke to Dig "When all this is Over. He pays"

"Oliver, whatever you have in mind. I need a blood sample from him first. I. we, need to know that Felicity is OK, the quickest way is to test him, if he's clean then so is she."

Oliver nodded, "Do what you need with him, but know this. The kill shot. That's mine"