Here's another! This one was so fun to write and I'm having a great time basically writing my own episode of Arrow! EEP! Thanks for all the reviews as usual and remember that plot thoughts are greatly appreciated! Merci beaucoup chums xx
Felicity spent the car journey staring out the window, trying to distract her mind from the thoughts running through her head. She was now regretting her decision to go into work and wanted nothing more but to dive back into the safety of the guest room and make a duvet cocoon. She must have been giving off nervous vibes as Oliver looked across at her and gave her hand another squeeze. This small gesture helped calm her nerves a little but the butterflies in her stomach were still fluttering with gusto.
Her heart rate increased as they pulled up to the office. The car slowly stopped and Felicity made to get out of the car but was suddenly restrained by one of Oliver's strong arms, his muscles feeling like iron against her.
"Digg's checking everything's clear first. Then, we're taking the lift together up to my office and you're going to keep your side of the agreement. Right?" Oliver explained.
Felicity gave a small nod and waited as Diggle walked slowly around the car, his fingers hovering above the holster on his hip. After what seemed like an age, he eventually turned back towards the door and Felicity let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding. Digg opened the door and held out a hand for her to grab. She gratefully took it and stepped out of the car as Oliver got out of the other side.
Oliver quickly made his way to her side and soon Felicity was walking towards the front doors of Queen Consolidated flanked by two very strong men. As they walked up the steps, Diggle walked in front so he could push open the door for both Felicity and Oliver. When inside, they quickly made their way over to the lift until they were interrupted by one of the receptionists on the main desk.
"Um, Mr Queen, could you quickly sign this please? It's a check for the maintenance department. They just fixed the coffee machine up in your office this morning." Oliver walked quickly over to the waiting clipboard and hurriedly scribbled his signature. He finally re-joined Digg and Felicity with a concealed roll of the eyes. They closed the distance to the elevator and as the doors closed, for the first time since they left the Queen Mansion, Felicity felt safe.
"Phase one completed Sarge. Should we progress to phase two?" Felicity said in a bad imitation of a macho male, lowering her voice and giving Oliver a mock salute. Both men snorted in synchronicity at Felicity's attempt to clear the air. She snickered lightly at herself and in almost no time at all, the lift doors opened. As they exited the elevator, Felicity ran straight to her desk and snatched up her tablet which was still lying on the table top from the previous night. She cradled it in her arms like it was a baby but whipped her head back up when she heard Oliver silently laughing,
"Hey! My electronics are my babies, a bit like your arrows are your babies. I've seen you in the lair when you think no one's watching, going all gooey eyed over a couple of sharp ended sticks! You can't judge me Oliver Queen!" she said, laughing her way through the end.
Oliver held his hands up in mock surrender. "Not judging, not judging!" he grinned.
Both went to their desks still smiling at the thought as Digg set up base by the lift doors. He stood there in what Felicity called his 'army pose' where his hands were crossed in front of him and he stared straight ahead, his face void of all emotions. She smiled to herself. She most definitely felt safe with a vigilante and an ex-marine watching over her.
The morning went by pretty uneventfully. Apart from occasionally looking up to check on Felicity, Oliver was absorbed in the stack of paperwork on his desk. She occasionally walked in to cross reference some files but now she was typing furiously on her keyboard, the rhythmic clacking almost relaxing. It was only when Felicity spoke at around quarter to three that he snapped out of his work.
"There are visitors downstairs for the annual board meeting. Do you want me to send them up?"
Oliver swore profusely as he leapt up from his chair. "Yes please Felicity." He shouted over his shoulder as he swept through the papers in his filing cabinet to find the right file which need to be filled out.
"Looking for this?" she said, suddenly appearing behind him with a file in her hand, smiling. "I saw how focused you were on your work so I filled it out for you. Is that okay?"
He took the file from her and quickly flicked through the papers and upon seeing everything in order, he smiled gratefully back at her. "Perfect. What would I do without you?!"
She grinned back and strolled back to her desk, her flat shoes making little slaps on the hard floor. As people started to arrive in the lift, Oliver fixed his jacket and walked over to them, greeting them as they came in and pointing them in the direction of the conference room. When finally all the visitors had arrived, he looked back over at Felicity who gave him a sympathetic smile. She knew how much he despised the board meetings. He swiftly turned on his heel, dreading what would happen inside the glass room in front of him.
As usual, the meeting ran over. It was around half four by the time they finally finished. The visitors left in drips and drabs and as soon as they were all gone, Oliver threw off his suit jacket and tie. He didn't want to talk about cash flow and investors for at least another year after that meeting. He sighed loudly and fell into the chair by his desk. He saw Felicity tentatively walking up to him with a steaming mug in her hands.
"Rough?" she asked sympathetically. He could only nod back in reply. "Coffee." She stated simply, pointing at the mug in her hand. "Digg's gone home. He wasn't feeling well." She said as she placed the cup on his desk.
"Thanks." She nodded and walked back to her desk. She was back on her computer before he had even picked up the mug. He held it in front of his face for a while, letting the steam work away the tension on his features. When he finally took a sip, it blistered his tongue. He didn't care. It was perfect. Except for the sharp after taste left in his mouth.
"Is this a new type of coffee powder Felicity?" he said his brows returning to the default position of a frown.
"No. It's the same. Why?" she asked looking up from her computer.
Oliver stood up placing the cup onto his desk, feeling dizzy. "I don't know. It tastes wrong." As the last word left his mouth, he could no longer stand up. He gripped the desk hard as his knees buckled. The coffee was laced with something and it was pulling him under fast.
"Oliver?!" he heard Felicity's panicked voice ring through the air followed by a shrill cry. Oliver was on the floor and although black spots were dancing across his vision, he forced himself to look up to find Felicity. A tall man in a scruffy suit had Felicity by the waist and she was struggling to get out of his grip. Oliver tried to move but his legs were heavy, almost paralysed. He was watching them intently, trying to keep his eyes on Felicity and the intruder but he was losing his focus. The black spots almost covered his vision. The man brought a small black box out of his trouser pocket and held it to Felicity's neck.
"She is mine. Can't you see?!" He spat venomously. A sharp buzzing sound filled the air and Felicity froze then crumbled. Oliver tried to shout out but something had wrapped itself around his voice box. The last thing he saw was Antony Riggs dragging Felicity's limp body toward the lift before he lost consciousness.
DUM DUM DUUUUUMMMMM! Sorry about the huge cliff hanger but maybe you could drop me a review instead? Pretty please?!
