Alexi looked at Emma. "I'm sorry to hear that. It has been an ongoing battle between Bratvas and I'm sorry that a Bratva Captain such as Oliver Queen has found himself a victim in the cross-fire. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do, otherwise we would be starting a war".

Emma nodded she knew that what Alexi was saying was right.

"The involvement, I am asking of you is minimal".

He raised an eyebrow. "And what would it be exactly"?

"I simply need you to find out who has him and where they are keeping him. The rest will be up to me".

"What makes you think I can do that"?

"Because the Bratva has eyes and ears everywhere. You also didn't seem the slightest bit surprised when I told you it was the Ukrainians, so my theory is that you already have a pretty good idea on who has my husband".

"And to what extent are you willing to go to Mrs. Queen to get your husband back"?

"I would move heaven and Earth to bring him home. Wouldn't you do the same for the one you love"?

"Da, konechno". (yes of course)

He took one long look at her and he saw it on her face, the love she had for him, the fear she had of never seeing him again, the fire in her eyes that was burning.

"Oliver Queen is a very lucky man".

"And I a very lucky woman".

"I will see what I can find and get back to you".

She took out a piece of paper where she had written her mobile phone number and handed it to Alexi.

"Spasibo", (thank you) she said as she nodded to John that they were done.

As they left Alexi and headed back upstairs he spoke to her in Russian.

"Vy ochen'khrabraya zhenshchina. Ya uvazhayu eto". (You are a very brave woman. I respect that).

"I ya chtu Bratvu". (and I honor the Bratva).

They settled back down in the car and John stared at her in awe. "Where the hell did you learn Russian? I don't remember that being one of your known languages".

She looked at him, she was pale and sweaty. "It's not. Knowing your boss is a Bratva Captain, I thought it might come in handy one day. What do you think I've been doing when I'm pulling all-nighters"?

As they drove away he smiled. "Alexi was right, Oliver is a lucky man".

"I hope he'll still have the chance of knowing that"!

Felicity bit her fingernails nervously as she watched Emma pace the floor. It had been three hours since her trip to the Bratva, that John had described as epical, and they still hadn't heard back from Alexi.

"Honey, if you don't stop pacing that floor, there's going to be a trench soon".

Emma who had been lost in her thoughts snapped out and looked at Felicity and stopped. "Sorry". She sat down. "damn it! I was sure he knew who had Oliver"!

John looked at her, she was desperate. They all were but she had taken all of this to another level. She had implicated herself more than any of them could have. "Maybe he just needs more time".

At that moment, Emma's phone rang. She took it.

"Hello"?

It was Alexi. "I have the information you are looking for. If it is the Ukrainian Bratva who have him as you say then the man you are looking for is Kostya Burgos, he is working for a Bratva captain called Sasha Gurka. I'm sending you the address of their hideout".

Emma sighed with relief. At least they had a lead they could more seriously look into. "Thank you Alexi. I will make sure that my husband knows all that you have done for him, your cooperation will not go unnoticed".

Felicity looked at Emma puzzled. Emma looked at her and showed her the money sign with her fingers. Felicity's eyes grew bigger.

"There is maybe something else I can do for you".

"Any information you have is more than welcomed".

"Kostya is very fond of good company, if you understand where I'm going".

"I think I do".

"It would be an easy way for you to get in. Tonight, I'm meeting with Sasha Gurka to talk about maintaining our treaty. I'm sure he wouldn't want Kostya to get bored".

"Then we won't let that happen".

"Udachi"! (good luck)

"Spasibo". (Thank you).

"You've completely lost your mind. I thought you were crazy about going to the Bratva, but turns out you had hidden talents in Russian, but here, unless you know how to pole dance, you are going to get yourself killed"!

Felicity was right. She was definitely losing it. But what other option did they have? It's not like they could simply walk to the front door and ask them to give Oliver back to them, pretty pretty please? Luckily for her, she had 'interviewed' a few hookers, escort girls in the past and knew a few things about their job and attitude. She was wearing a pair of stilettos, a very tight short dress and was putting things in a bag.

"What are you taking"? asked John who knew all too well that if Oliver knew what was going down and that John was letting her do this, he'd kill him on the spot. Oliver was pushing Emma away, but John knew that it was only because he was in love with her and wanted to protect her from his enemies. The only girls he had never pushed away were the one-night stands, because he knew there was nothing to worry about. His reaction towards Emma, this yo-yo of emotions, were simply because he had fallen head over heels for her.

"I'm taking his bow and arrows, plus some tranquilizing arrows and some other of his special ones, they might come in handy".

"Good idea. Although, you can't shoot a bow an arrow", said Felicity.

"Well, he can. So, let's hope I won't have to do it for him".

John went to a box and took out a gun and handed it to her. "Ever shoot a gun"?

"Ah not that I can recall".

"Well, you may have to learn tonight. But don't worry, I'll be outside if anything goes really bad, simply say thunder and I'll come rushing in".

"Thunder? Are you serious John? How the hell am I going to put the word thunder into a conversation with a Ukrainian killer without it looking the slightest bit suspicious"?

"What did you have in mind"?

"What about big daddy"?

"Big Daddy? I hope you're not referring to me like that"?

Both Felicity and Emma laughed. It might have seemed like not the right time to do it but it felt good, it was a way of getting the stress off before doing what they all thought was most probably a suicide mission!

John and Emma sat down in the car just close to the hideout. Emma had just received Alexi's text that Sasha had arrived. She probably would only have one hour to get Oliver and leave.

"Are you ready"?

She was shaking inside. She didn't know if it was fear or the adrenaline rush. "Do I look ready"?

"Look we can stop this whole thing and head back. We'll find another way of getting him out".

"Yeah? That might be too late". She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and exhaled. She opened her eyes, grabbed the door handle, opened the door, took her duffle bag and got out.

She walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. A man opened the door and looked at her.

"Sasha sent me", she said with a very alluring smile and putting all her assets forward. "I'm here for Kostya".

He opened the door further letting her inside.

"Only for Kostya"? asked the man.

Emma nodded. "But when I'm done, maybe we can work something out", she said as she winked at him.

John smiled, she was good, damn good.

She followed the man down a hallway which led into a big old empty printing house. In the middle of it was a handcuffed, badly beaten Oliver. Seeing him in that condition, Emma did the only thing she could do, she gasped as she kept following the guy towards stairs that lead to a closed off room.

"Don't worry, you are safe. He's not going anywhere".

"Are you sure"?

"Oh yes. He's handcuffed and only Kostya has the key".

Emma smiled at him. "Well that's very comforting to know".

Before entering the room, she quickly analyzed the surroundings. Aside from her guide, Kostya, there were three other armed men.

"Please wait here a moment", said the guy as he walked in.

Emma took that time to her advantage. "John, I've got 5 men".

"Got it".

"You can go in".

She nodded and walked in as the guy closed the door behind her. She looked at Kostya. He was in his early thirties, dark hair and brown eyes. He was tall and muscular and the minute he laid eyes on her, he smiled.

"What is your name"?

Emma panicked.. Oh crap! She hadn't thought of that. She had to think quickly. "Candy".

He took a step forward. "you must taste like candy then".

She motioned to the bed. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable, I've brought some toys we can play with". She turned around and bit her lip. Was she really saying all of these things? She bent over to open the duffle bag.

"Sasha knows me well", he said as he slapped her behind and headed for the bed as he took off his pants and shirt.

She grabbed a whip, furry handcuffs and a tranquilizer arrow and walked over to the bed.

She strongly took his right hand and handcuffed it to one of the bars of the headboard and did the same with his left hand. "You've been a naughty boy and you need to be punished"!

He simply grinned. She whipped him once, then a second time harder. He closed his eyes and she went in for the kill. She planted the arrow on the side of his neck. His eyes shot wide open as he started to open his mouth. She quickly grabbed his shirt and stuffed it in his mouth, preventing him from saying anything. All anyone would hear were muffled moans, which could have fit the scene perfectly. He wrestled a couple of seconds trying to break free then his eyes closed and his head fell to the side.

She grabbed her head in her hands and sat down for a quick moment on the bed. "Emma? Are you alright"?

"Yeah John, I'm fine. Phase 1 complete".

She stood and ran to Kostya's pants. In one of the pockets she found a keychain with three keys. Two of them were too big so she took the smaller one and removed it. She removed her stilettos, they were one going to be too noisy and two if she had to run, it wouldn't have been easy either. She grabbed the duffle bag and opened the door slowly. No one was in sight. She could here men talking but it was coming from down the hall, she peaked over the stair railing and saw that the three men were gone. They had probably wanted to give Kostya some privacy and Emma silently thanked them for their respect.

She tiptoed down the stairs and tried to stay in the dark alongside the wall. She ran quietly to the middle of the room and placed herself behind Oliver. She grabbed his hands to reach the keyhole and he wrestled.

She slowly passed her head and her body on the side of his body. "Shh.. it's me".

Oliver looked down upon hearing those words and could hardly believe what he was seeing. He didn't know what was more unreal.. that it was Emma or that she was dressed as she was.

"Can you walk"? she asked as she returned to his hands. He nodded once. "Can you shoot"? He nodded again. "Your bow and arrows are in the bag, in case we need them".

She removed the handcuffs and he immediately turned around and looked at her. "Not a word", she said as she literally saw his eyes grow bigger.

He grabbed his things from the duffel bag and they slowly walked out of the room.

"Ne dvigaysya", (don't move), they suddenly heard coming from behind them.

Oliver took an arrow, pulled back the bow, turned around and shot the guy straight to the heart. He came tumbling down. Another came from the other direction. "Oliver, look out! Big Daddy"!

Upon hearing those words, John got out of the car, shot a bullet through the front door keyhole and once the door opened he came running in, gun in hand. He took down one guy as he was going in. Oliver turned around and shot the third guy. Once he was down, he grabbed Emma by the hand and rushed down the hall. They met up with John.

"Get down"! he yelled at Emma and Oliver.

They ducked and John shot a bullet straight to the head of the last guy that had just come up behind them.

They rushed outside to the car. Emma got in the backseat as John got behind the wheel and Oliver in the passenger seat. John drove away as quickly as he could.

He looked in the rearview mirror at Emma. "Are you OK"?

"I'm fine".

He turned to Oliver. "Are you alright"?

He simply nodded.

The rest of the drive back to the club was silent. When they got downstairs, Felicity immediately ran to hug Oliver and then kiss John. Emma had immediately gone to change.. She wanted to get out of those clothes as quickly as possible. She was back out in less than five minutes.

John and Oliver were talking so she headed for her desk. She was exhausted, wiped out. Felicity took her in her arms. "You did it! You saved him. Are you sure you're alright"?

Emma nodded. "I'm fine, just tired".

Oliver looked at Emma with dark eyes. Oh ho.. that wasn't good.

"What the hell did you think you were doing"? he yelled at her.

At first she was taken aback.. then still under the adrenaline rush, she let go.

"Gee, I don't know. What the hell do you think I was doing"?

"You could have gotten yourself killed for crying out loud"!

She stood not wanting to feel dominated by his height.

"You think I don't know that! You really think this was a walk in the park for me! We came to rescue you"!

"That wasn't your call to make"!

"Then whose, was it? Yours? Because I don't remember you being able to call the shots when you were handcuffed by the Ukrainian Bratva"!

He said nothing. In time, she turned her eyes away from him. She grabbed her coat and bag and headed for the stairs. Before going up she turned around.

"You know, a 'thank you' would have been more than sufficient"!

As he heard her say those words, he closed his eyes in pain. Why was it that when it came to her, nothing came out right? He reopened his eyes as he heard the metallic door upstairs.

John looked at him. "You really should be grateful that she was there! Do you know she learned about the Bratva and learned Russian for you? That she went to Alexi Leonnov for help? That girl has done more for you than you can possibly imagine. More than anyone has ever done for you and you go off and give her a lecture"? John shook his head. "I'm sorry man, but you've got it all wrong"!

Oliver looked back up towards the stairs. She had done all that? All that for him? She was ready to sacrifice herself for him? Then he remembered something that Sara had told him on the island. 'Love's the most powerful emotion and that makes it the most dangerous'. And thanks to her love for him, she had become dangerous.

Felicity's ear caught on to something on the computer screen that was showing the news. Her eyes opened wide as she turned and put the volume up.

"Due to information from an anonymous source, we come to you with this well-kept secret about billionaire Oliver Queen"!

Oliver who heard his name walked over and looked at the screen.

"We haven't been able to reach him yet as to get a statement from him, but as you can see from the picture, Oliver Queen got married 6 months ago! We'll let you know when we have more on the subject"!

The picture was of the wedding certificate that Felicity had printed off for Emma to use.

Oliver leaned in to look at it, then looked at Felicity.

She smiled uncomfortably. "Congratulations"?

"Would someone like to explain this to me"?

John stepped up realizing that Felicity was too nervous to speak a sentence in full.

"To get Alexi's help, Emma knew that she couldn't just walk up there and ask him. She said the only way, she'd get his help and Bratva privileges was if you two were married".

"So you falsified a wedding certificate"?

"Yep, we were going to erase the computer records, but I guess Alexi tipped you off.. I can get that", said Felicity. "I mean you're Oliver Queen, you'd want the world to know you got married, you'd have a big extravagant luxurious wedding. Everyone would have known… He must have found that strange".

Oliver's phone rang. He took it. It was his mother. Of course, she had probably seen the news and was just as surprised as everyone to know his son was married without her knowing it. He didn't pick up.

"I've got to go".

"Where are you going"? asked Felicity.

"I need to go talk to Emma, then to my family and most probably after that to the rest of Starling City"!