Oliver perched on Felicity's rooftop, bow held loosely in one hand as he peered down at the pavement below, his gaze fixed on a solitary figure, dressed in a leather jacket, standing outside the building, casually leaning against a signpost with a newspaper in his hands, flicking through it. Oliver had followed the man from the Diner straight to Felicity's apartment, keeping to the rooftops in order to stay hidden. He recognised the man from the picture Carly had taken...then man identified by Felicity as Derek Hale...a man who, of late, had spent time with Stiles.

The fact that Derek had gone from the Diner straight to Felicity's apartment building made alarm bells ring in Oliver's mind. Derek certainly knew more than he should. From what Felicity had said she and Derek had not talked much in recent years...not since Derek had informed Falsity of his sister's untimely death. Unless Stiles had told Derek, how on earth did the older man know which building was the one where Felicity lived. Somebody must have told him, but was it an innocent gesture on Stiles' path, or had Stiles' kidnappers arranged to meet Derek at this location...during that all too short phone call in the early hours of that morning? Oliver wasn't sure, but he was careful not to take his eyes off the man. He had been surprisingly quick moving through the streets, especially considering he was on foot...Oliver had struggled to keep up, and now Oliver didn't want Derek to disappear on him.

As he watched, Derek Oliver found himself wondering if Derek was the one who hurt Stiles. He definitely looked strong enough to be able to inflict a lot of damage to someone, and Oliver was getting a very dangerous feeling off the man...as if his instincts were warning him not to mess with Derek Hale.

Oliver pulled out his phone and pulled a copy of the picture. Diggle had conveniently forwarded the picture on to both Felicity and Oliver so Oliver would be able to check it again to ensure he was following the right guy. He studied Derek in the image, a much closer up view than what Oliver currently had. In the photo it looked like Derek was concerned, or worried about something, and Oliver could tell the man was angry about something. Maybe he was worried about Stiles, and he was angry the innocent teenager had been taken. All of the teens, however, looked slightly worried, and none of them were happy.

Tearing his eyes from the image of Derek, Oliver glanced at the solid, muscle bound teenager that could pass as a near identical double for Roy, except for the fact he was obviously a couple of years younger. Oliver had made Felicity do a search into Roy's background when he and Thea had first started going out, and the results hadn't been much. A couple of arrests, but no convictions, no high school records past his sophomore year. Roy had spent the majority of his childhood and his teenage years in the foster system. Roy's first permanent placement with a family had lasted well, lasting eight years, until the couple that had been caring died within four months of each other...one from cancer, the other from a prescription drug overdose that was ruled a suicide. From then on the longest Roy had ever spent in one home was ten months, with the average being about five, until Roy was almost seventeen, and he ran away and disappeared from official records.

Felicity had also found out that both of Roy's biological parents had been reasonably wealthy...although not to the level of Oliver or Tommy, and all evidence indicated that they loved their son very much. They had been upstanding members of the community, having lived in California; in Beacon Hills County (although not Beacon Hills itself). The couple had been killed in a car accident when Roy had been twenty months old. Roy himself had been in the car when it had crashed, but he had fortunately not been badly injured. Roy's father had died on impact, and his mother had died in hospital, during an operation to try and save the life of the unborn child she was carrying. With his parents dead, and no other living relatives to be found, Roy had grown up being moved from foster home to foster home until he ran away from his last foster home when he was sixteen. Neither Oliver nor Felicity, to Oliver's knowledge, had looked into finding out what had happened to Roy's younger sibling...although Oliver now had a strong suspicion that he knew where they had ended up.

After everything that he had gone through, Oliver didn't believe in coincidences, but the fact that Roy's younger brother and Felicity and her brother, had grown up in the same town, couldn't really be explained. Oliver really couldn't imagine how someone could manipulate that into happening, not without prior knowledge of Felicity and Roy both being connected to the Vigilante of Starling City.

Oliver was dragged from his thoughts when he noticed movement down on the sidewalk. Two large men were walking down the sidewalk, and there was something...animalistic...in the way that they moved that caught Oliver's attention. He watched as they moved along the sidewalk, approaching Felicity's building, and Oliver followed their line of sight, noticing that they were looking right at Derek Hale, who had lowered his newspaper and was watching them. Even from a distance Oliver could see the way Derek's lips curled into a threatening snarl.

Oliver was reminded of the afternoon he and Stiles had spent playing lacrosse. Stiles had said that Derek put on an act of being a badass, and Oliver now knew exactly what the teenager meant. The younger man looked threatening, and if it had been sixteen year old Thea that was hanging out with him, Oliver would have been very concerned. As it was Oliver was concerned about Stiles and his friends hanging out with Derek...but then, Oliver had seen how worried the man was beneath the gruff exterior, and he remembered how many losses Derek had experienced in his short life so far. It was no wonder that Derek hid behind a mask in order to protect both himself and those he cared about...Oliver was exactly the same. Now, a friend of Derek's was missing, and Oliver knew that Derek thought the two men approaching him had something to do with it.

The streets were empty, even though it was approaching lunchtime people were not venturing out. Not for the first time Oliver cursed himself for not trying to get Felicity to move to a better neighbourhood...especially with the crime wave that was now gripping the still standing areas of the Glades, and the surrounding neighbourhoods.

Oliver carefully climbed lower, using the fire escape to get closer to Derek, wanting to be close just in case something happened between the leather clad man from Beacon Hills, and the two men that were approaching him.

Once Oliver was within hearing distance, he stopped, crouching low to avoid being seen. The pair of men now stood in front of Derek, and one of them spoke.

"Alpha Hale," he greeted, "Alpha Constiablo sends his regards. He is pleased you were able to arrive in Starling City so promptly."

"Where is Stiles?" Derek growled.

"All in good time, Alpha Hale. We've been instructed to bring you back to Alpha Constiablo. You'll see your pathetic little human pet soon. You should have heard how he screamed when Alpha Constiablo questioned him...although I fear we might never get the bloodstains out of the floor. "

Derek snarled and lunged at the two men, and Oliver watched as the faces off all three men shifted, their foreheads becoming raised, the noses becoming flatter, and their teen growing into fangs. Derek's eyes, which had been green, burned bright blood red, while the eyes of the other men were electric blue. Oliver watched in shock as they fought, taken by surprise by the transformation. By the time he pulled himself out of his shocked stillness, the fight was over. One of the men was lying on the ground, groaning in pain, his jacket and shirt shredded and drenched with blood. The other man...the one who had been talking, was on the ground, unconscious, with Derek standing over him, his chest heaving as he turned and faced the less badly injured man.

"Grab your little friend and let's go and get this over with. You wouldn't want to keep your precious Alpha waiting." Derek snarled, his eyes flashing bright blood red, and the man scrambled to his feet, staggering over to his unconscious friend and hauling him up into a fireman's carry, despite the face he was obviously badly injured... Oliver could see the bloodstain on the concrete where the man had been laying. Derek tossed the newspaper into the bin, and then followed the pair down the street. Oliver followed along behind, thankful that the buildings in this area were so close to one another, allowing him to jump from rooftop to rooftop.

Oliver's good luck ended when Derek was led around the corner and up to a parked car. The unconscious man was dumped in the back seat, and Derek got in the front passenger seat, leaving the other man to drive. Oliver quickly switched on his com link to Felicity and Diggle.

"Felicity, I need you to track a car for me," he hissed, rattling of the car's licence plate number, along with its current location.

'Got it," Felicity said as the car started and drove away. Oliver sprinted back the way he had come, heading to the alleyway where he had left his motorbike.

"Looks like they're heading into the glades," Felicity reported.

'Keep me posted," Oliver replied, "Diggle...you might want to meet me there...From what I just saw I'm going to need back up."

"On my way," Diggle stated over the com link

"Oliver...what did you just see?" Felicity asked anxiously, "what happened?"

"Derek Hale was there," Oliver replied. He was approached by two men. He beat them up and ordered them to take him to their Alpha...I guess that's their leader. It sounded like that was where Stiles was being held."

"Did they say anything about how Stiles was?" Felicity asked. Oliver cringed.

"Felicity...he's still alive...that's all I got."

"Oh, thank God," Felicity moaned, while Oliver mentally berated himself for lying. He knew that he still needed Felicity functioning in order to track the car Derek was in, and he knew that her ability to do that would be severely compromised if she knew her brother had been tortured.

"Alright, Felicity, tell me where to go." Oliver said, as he threw himself onto his motorbike and it roared into life. He sped out onto the main street weaving through the traffic as he followed her directions. It looked like Felicity was going to be right. Derek was being taken, although by a long route, deep into the Glades...not all that far from Verdant. Oliver knew that there were a lot of abandoned buildings there that hadn't been cleared for use by the fire department after the earthquake, so there was no shortage of buildings for a gang to use as a hideout. If it was not clear which building they were using, Oliver could potentially waste hours Stiles did not have searching for the gang's hideout.

Oliver had no doubts that this was gang related...despite his earlier doubts about Stiles. Derek was, obviously, the leader, and Stiles had been taken in order to get to him. Mentally, Oliver kicked himself for not going further about his concerns about Stiles' extracurricular activities back in Beacon Hills. While it was true that he and Stiles had only had their discussion on Saturday, and it was approaching midday on Tuesday now, but Oliver was certain that, even without Felicity, he and Diggle should have been able to get some information about Stiles and his friends...and possibly prevented anything from happening to Stiles.

Now, the poor kid had been kidnapped from his sister's apartment and tortured because of what he was involved in back at home. Oliver wasn't sure how the other gang had found Stiles...Felicity had been so careful; terrified that Stiles would get hurt because of the violence in Starling City. Stiles had stayed at home for almost entirely the whole time he had been in Starling City.

Except...except for the times when Oliver had pushed Felicity to take him out. The first time when they had all gone to the diner, the second time when Felicity and Stiles had gone to Oliver's house and they had played lacrosse, the third time when Oliver had suggested that maybe, on Sunday, Felicity and Stiles go out and explore the city.

Oliver was convinced that at some point during the three excursions...probably either the first or the last, Stiles had been recognised and targeted...and now he had been tortured and could potentially be killed.

And it would be Oliver's fault for encouraging Felicity to let Stiles out and see Starling City.