Felicity sat hunched over her computers, furiously typing, eyes scanning two screens, and a headache forming at the base of her skull.

The two vigilantes grunting on the floor didn't help her concentration.

Granted, they weren't doing it, well, if it were training, then yes, they were doing it. Oliver had her pinned on the sparring mat, telling her ways to use leverage to avoid some type of entrapment.

"Damn it," Felicity muttered under her breath when one of her computer screens dinged with the information she had been waiting on. She was concentrating so hard on the medical information blurring across her screen that she hadn't noticed the lack of sound coming from Oliver and Sara.

"Something wrong?" Oliver asked behind her.

"Oliver!" she nearly shouted, jumping surprised. "Practice your ninja skills on—well another ninja," she motioned towards Sara who was drinking from a water bottle, trying to become one with the wall.

"I wanted to know if you found something," he asked, trying to look innocent. Felicity wanted to shout at him, wanted to shout at everyone, actually.

"It's nothing," she mumbled, as she minimized the tab. Oliver immediately recognized the lie in her voice and pushed her rolling chair out of the way, maximizing the screen as he did.

"Berry Allen's medical records?" Oliver's voice suddenly sounded hesitant, with a small undertone of hostility. Felicity couldn't help but notice that Sara moved closer, a small smirk on her face.

"It's none of your business!" Felicity tried to push back to her computers, but Oliver wouldn't let her close.

"Why are you hacking Barry Allen's medical records?" Oliver questioned, using 'hacking' as if it were an expletive.

"Oliver, what have I told you about 'hacking?' It's such a negative word," she mumbled. "There are some things that are out of range, I mean, he's in a coma, so there's obviously a lot out of range, but there's something else that's just off. Unfortunately, he's the medical expert, so I just can't seem to figure out what it means," she took a deep breath, watching Oliver's tension grow with each word.

"Felicity," Oliver said, inadvertently moving closer. Her other monitor dinged, warning her of another stream of information and saving her from a potentially awkward conversation with Oliver.

"Oh, now that's important," she pointed at the screen and Oliver allowed her to slide towards the keyboard. "So, I was looking into any information that could tie the man behind the Mirakuru to Blood. Blood has information stored—well, not really stored, more like, he had it, thought he deleted it, but I hacked it—"

"Felicity!" Oliver interrupted her, bringing her back to focus.

"Right," she blushed. "Well, the information," she stuttered, she wasn't sure how to tell Oliver that someone was looking into the people associated with him.

"Felicity? Something is wrong," he lightly touched her wrist, which was furiously tapping the desk. She stilled, deciding that telling him this couldn't be any worse than telling him that Thea was only his half sister.

"Someone has been looking into the people closest to you. Your mother, Thea, Laurel, they even knew that Sara was still alive. They looked into John some, but, there really isn't much to find—although they somehow dug up some information about his stay in Russia. They have some information about me, oh and Roy!" she added quickly, not wanting to focus on how much information Blood had stored on her.

"Who gave him this information," Oliver's voice was strained, his grip on the table tightening.

"That's the thing. Blood didn't cover his tracks very well, but whoever gave him the information? There's no trace, none, and trust me, I've tried for days. That's why it's taken me so long to tell you," she hated admitting that she couldn't find something online, that was why Oliver kept her around.

"It's ok, Felicity," Sara spoke up, stepping away from the walls when she heard the desperation in Felicity's voice. Sara grabbed Oliver's arm, probably before he could say anything stupid, and pulled him back towards the mats.

Felicity looked at the data that she had found from Blood's computer. Someone was going to hurt Oliver, and he was going to use the people he cared about to do it. It was one thing for Oliver to put himself in harm's way night after night, it was another for someone to seek Oliver out and willfully try to hurt him. Apparently they were willing to use those he cared about—use her—to do it, too. She knew the lengths Oliver was willing to go to protect her, further than even Laurel or Thea, and she didn't want him to kill on her behalf again.

It made Felicity angry. Without thinking, she walked towards Oliver and Sara, and tried not to focus on the way that their bodies worked perfectly together—one always fighting for control of the other.

"Sara," Felicity spoke, slightly louder than normal, trying to be heard over the noise. Like a gentleman, Oliver stopped and allowed Sara to look at Felicity.

"Yes?" Sara looked at her, truly focused on Felicity's conversation. For a brief moment Felicity relived her relief that although Sara and Oliver seemed like good friends, they weren't back together and they weren't shacking up in the Arrow Cave.

"Would you train me? You know, not like that," she vaguely motioned towards the pair. "But basic self-defense."

"Sure," Sara responded, walking towards Felicity the same moment that Oliver shouted "No!" and stepped between the two.

"Oliver, it's not your decision," Felicity looked at him pointedly and he moved aside. "My life, my call, remember?"

"No, not this," he grunted in his angry-voice. "Your job is to sit behind that desk, where I KNOW you are safe!" he shouted."

"Oliver—" Felicity started, but Sara interrupted, stepping between them.

"A war is coming, Ollie, and it's not going to stay out on the streets; it's going to seep into the pores of our lives and into the foundations of everything that we are. She needs to be prepared. You think you can save her, but you won't always be there and she needs to know how to save herself. Are you going to deprive her of that?" she looked at him, her eyes like steel and Felicity wanted to give her a high-five. She was glad that Oliver hadn't placed her in a situation to choose between a friend and his love life.

"Sara," Oliver argued, but he sounded defeated.

"Hell is empty Ollie, the devils are here," Sara shrugged, as she led Felicity towards the mats.