Anonymous prompt from tumblr: Angsty olicity with a happy ending. With felicity being the one to push Oliver away

Going Home

It had been forty-eight hours of dead ends and red herrings; Forty-eight hours of constant surveillance review and searches; Forty-eight hours of using both their SCPD and A.R.G.U.S. contacts all without resolution.

Felicity Smoak had been missing for forty-eight hours after being abducted outside of her red Mini Cooper in the Queen Consolidated parking garage. The irony that that was where Felicity learned Oliver's identity about two years ago didn't fail him, especially when she was probably taken because of him.

Oliver was the one to realize that she was missing the Thursday night that it had happened. He and Felicity had been working late after their meeting with the board of executives closing the sale that returned QC back to the Queen family, i.e. Oliver. Felicity had been integral in that final sale, providing all the data and figures that proved QC's rise in stocks while Oliver had been in control as well as the resulting plummet once Stellmor and Isabel Rochev became CEO.

Once the meeting was over all the lawyers and board executives cleared out, leaving Oliver, Felicity, and Diggle to celebrate. They ordered pizza, kicked off their shoes and suit jackets, and ate picnic style on the floor of Oliver's office. After glancing at her phone, Felicity had announced that it was time for her to go to the lair and set up the searches for the night. She brushed off both Oliver and Diggle's offers to walk her to her car saying, "Guys, this is probably the safest place for me to walk to my car with all the surveillance and armed security officers."

They all chuckled at her comment and watched her walk out, smiling as she went. Oliver once again felt that familiar tug in the pit of his stomach, the feeling of longing for someone who was too good for him and all of his damages.

When he had walked into the parking garage, Diggle having left to pull the car around, he took in his surroundings. There were a few cars still in the parking lot, all belonging to security and one or two to members of the human resources and public relations staff. Then there was a small red Mini Cooper that he knew shouldn't be there.

Walking over to the parking spot he began to feel the anticipation that came when you knew someone was about to jump out from around a corner at you. That terrible buildup of anxiety right in the pit of his stomach was the worst part, or at least that's what he thought.

The car didn't look damaged at all, and there was no evidence of a struggle that he saw. The car wasn't even unlocked. Then he saw the blue cloth on the ground, almost hidden below the undercarriage of the low lying car. He didn't even need to bring it to his nose to know that the cloth was doused with chloroform.

"What's that?" Diggle announced his presence as Oliver had been too involved in his investigation to notice the arrival of the car.

All Oliver said was Felicity's name before turning and heading to the surveillance room.

That began the two longest days he had yet to experience so far. The surveillance team had been distracted at the moment of her abduction by someone trying to gain entrance into the lobby of QC, probably a decoy by the people that took her.

Oliver also found that they had only been a few minutes behind them. If he had only gotten to the parking garage a few minutes sooner he would have interrupted the kidnapping and Felicity would have been safe.

He spent two full days of 'what-if' scenarios, mostly of him blaming himself for their current situation. His biggest what if had been the fear that if he had admitted his feelings to her, that if they had been together, that he could have prevented this. If they had been together then she would have waited for him to walk her to the car. They would have left together and he would have protected her. He would have kissed her before she walked out the door and told her how much he loved her, because he knew that once he said it he wouldn't be able to stop.

Felicity would have been safe. He could keep her safe.

The first dead end had led him to destroying the practice dummy while the second dead end found him begging Amanda Waller for more help, to not give up. The fear of not knowing what was happening to her or where she was was starting to eat at him in ways he had not anticipated. He didn't expect to feel the emptiness at her absence or the dread each time the police found a body.

He needed to find her. He needed to find Felicity.

"Diggle I don't see her!" Oliver shouted over his comms.

"She's there; all the surveillance we got from A.R.G.U.S. is very clear." Diggle relayed as he checked the blueprints in from of him once more.

Oliver paused when he heard a noise, almost like banging metal, from the door at the far end of the room.

"Dig, on those plans…is there a door at the back left hand side of the room?" Oliver spoke softly as he drew an arrow from his quiver.

"No, the only door listed on these plans was the one that you entered through." He heard rustling of papers Diggle's end. "If there's a door, and you're about to go through it, I recommend using caution…there's no telling what's on the other side."

Oliver nodded as he took one more step to where the sound of clanging metal rang out. The lock on the door was a thick padlock that looked to be melted into the door.

"Felicity?" Oliver tried calling out. "Felicity, are you there? Twice for yes, once for no."

The sound of metal hitting metal came again, only this time it was two quick clangs. Maybe that was Felicity.

"Felicity," Her name came out as a whispered pray. "Are you hurt?"

He wouldn't be able to open that door unless he had the key, or explosives.

"Felicity, I'm going to get this door open and I need you to stand back." He called as he reached into his quiver for one of his exploding arrows. "Can you do that?"

Two clangs

"Dig, I'm about to blow open the door." Oliver told him. "So you're about to hear something loud."

"Oliver, you are aware that the person in that room may not even be Felicity. And if Felicity is in that room and you blow it open, it could potentially injure or kill her."

"I know that." Oliver heaved out a weary sigh. "But what am I supposed to do?"

The question was rhetorical because he knew that Diggle wouldn't have the answer. The only thing that mattered was that this was their first feasible lead into Felicity's disappearance and they had come too close to back down now.

"Here we go," He said more to himself than either of his partners before letting the arrow fly.

Ten seconds was all that he had to move behind a nearby pile of broken wood scraps before the tip of the arrow exploded with a multitude of sparks and an explosion that was sure to attract attention. The room filled with leftover smoke and debris as he covered his move to keep it from entering his lungs.

The door was blown off one hinge and had a serrated circle where Oliver's arrow had made its mark. The force of the blast had caused more damage to his side of the door than hers as the pile he was standing behind had begun to splinter on the side closest to the door.

Once Oliver found that he could see through the smoke he began moving towards the entre way, coughing as he went.

"Felicity," He bit out while crossing the threshold. "Felicity?"

Silence greeted him once he had maneuvered his way around the mangled metal door. The room was small and didn't give her many places to hide herself. There were a row of shelves on one side of the room with a high window with bars over it, which even he couldn't reach, on another wall. Then on the last wall there was a body slumped to the ground. It was facing the floor with fabric draped over it…someone must have been in here at some point.

Bile began filling his stomach as he let himself fall to the floor. He tried to brace himself, but if that was Felicity he didn't think he would be able to. The body he turned over was a man with severe trauma and cuts, dead; he may have been too close to the door when the explosion happened. Oliver let out a breath that the body hadn't been Felicity.

But that still begged the question about where she was. They had been searching for two days and this was the closest that they had gotten. All their other leads were going cold- no one knew where she was.

"Oliver, what did you find?" He heard Diggle's voice in his ear.

Oliver let out a shaky breath before standing from his crouch.

"Oli…Oliver?" a small voice stuttered from the corner of the room.

Oliver looked to the where he heard the voice-the back corner of the room where the row of shelves met the wall. There must have been space enough for her to squeeze in and protect herself from the blast.

Her blonde hair was matted with dried blood on one side of her head, while her face was red and purple with the beginnings of a forming bruise. She held an arm firmly in place around her side, which he could only assume meant that there was an injury there.

But it was Felicity. Felicity was here.

"Felicity?" He took a timid step forward in fear of scaring her. His voice modulator was still on and he could only imagine what he looked like in his leathers.

She gave him a sad smile before taking a step towards him. The debris blocking her path caused her to falter slightly and wince as she held tighter to the wound at her side. At seeing her wince Oliver pushed forward and scooped her into his arms.

"Hey, I got you," He whispered as he let his lips graze her forehead.

She pushed lightly on his chest with one hand.

"I can walk," Her voice scratched as she spoke. "I hit him with a pole, is he dead?" She asked as she directed her head to the man in the corner.

"The blast killed him." He told her in a soft tone, unsure of her reaction.

"Ok." She trailed off before shifting her gaze to Oliver's green leather chest.

He smiled as he felt her then relax into his arms.

"Dig, I've got her." Oliver murmured as he felt Felicity rest her head on his shoulder. "We're coming home."

AN: I hope you liked it. Constructive feedback is always welcome!