Who else enjoyed seeing Felicity on the Flash tonight! I did!
Again, I wish I owned the Arrow and the Flash but I don't. I do own this story though.
Enjoy my lovelies!
Felicity hit the bag again, puffing with exhaustion.
The week had been hell. Slowly and at night, Sara, Oliver and Roy had moved her stuff out of her house. During the day, she and Lyla packed. Digg and Oliver had remained at QC, overseeing the renovations to their office, but the new bodyguard, Ryan, sat out front of the house.
Sara and Felicity had told Laurel about what was happening. Laurel drew up all the paperwork for stalking and getting a restraining order. She also joined Sara in teaching Felicity self defense. The girls took over the defense mainly because Oliver was afraid of training anybody besides Roy.
She hit the bag again, making it swing. Settling back into her stance, Felicity swung her leg around and hit the bag, causing it to almost lift off the hook it was on.
"Feeling better?"
She turned, spying Dig leaning on the table holding all the other equipment for training. "Exercising normally help vent anger, and I assume that you have a lot of it." He moved over, throwing a towel at her. Felicity caught it, wiping the sweat on her forehead.
"Right now, my life seems to be out of control and it's nice to have part of it in my control." She stated, moving over towards a stool.
"Another part in control is Oliver. He moves when you move." Dig raised an eyebrow. "Or that could be because he and you have shared the same bed for the last week and a half."
Felicity felt her face flush. True, as she moved into her place, the first night she'd slept in her bed she woke an hour later from a nightmare. Panting and scared, she ran upstairs to Oliver's apartment and pounded on the door until he opened it. When he did, she had just wrapped her arms around him taking in his scent. From that night forward Oliver had stayed in her bed, to soothe her from her nightmares when she had them.
"Well... Um. I." She huffed. "We aren't sleeping together! He just stays with me. On top of the covers. Not under them! Except last night. Wait! It was getting cold. And I had been busy helping Lyla design the displays for the store. And Dig it's not what it is."
He smiled, "Felicity, it's okay. I'm just teasing. And I want to say it's about time." He looked down at his watch. "Speaking of time, Lyla wanted you to go upstairs to check out those displays."
Smiling, Felicity headed to the shower.
"The Queen is guarding Alice more now." He muttered, clicking his mouse on the building the Queen owned. It had taken some hacking, but he had managed to move a satellite to give him thermal images of the building the Queen had moved Alice to.
"Thinks he can separate us Alice darling. No worries, I know how to get you to stay with me."
He growled, clicking on the pictures he took a few days before of Alice with fake Alice and the brunette. They appeared to be friends, and the brunette, the White Queen, was a lawyer. "Silly Alice making foolish alliances. They can't protect you from me."
"Jervis!"
He rolled his eyes and turned, looking at his boss. "Yes sir?"
"I told you not to work on the Executive's computers, and you've put in a request to. Jervis," the man glared at him. "Your programs aren't up to date and you're not treating your co-workers with respect. If you can't get your assignments done on time, I'll have to let you go. Do you understand?"
Jervis nodded. "Yes sir."
The man walked away, and Jervis turned back to his computer.
"Stupid servant to the Queen treating me that way. I'll show him. I'll make him pay." Jervis began to type.
"You'll all pay for trying to keep Alice from me."
"Lyla! This is so pretty!"
Turning around, Felicity saw the antique shelves and cases displaying lacy lingerie. Lyla smiled from hanging the silk negligee's and putting it on a rack by the window.
"I know! It's so tasteful. The sheers really let people see the displays but not into the store, and all the colors are thanks to you Felicity." Lyla gently hugged her. "I don't think I would be ready to open tomorrow without your help." Lyla moved to the registers, gently moving a box out of her way. Felicity walked up to the registers, spying the bottles, and boxes stacked around it.
"What's all of this?"
Lyla smiled. "Read them."
Felicity lifted a green and black box then felt her face flush as she read that it contained edible body paint. In chocolate and matcha tea.
"Tempting hmm?" Lyla smirked from behind the register.
"What's tempting?"
Felicity froze, box still in hand as Oliver walked up to them. She dropped the box, and took deep breaths. "NOTHING!"
Oliver stepped up beside her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and Felicity swore that every nerve ending was on fire where he touched her. He looked at her, and down to the box on the table. His eyes widened, and he swallowed.
"Well, um. Yeah I just have to go see Dig in the archery store." Oliver quickly moved out of there. So fast that Felicity almost blinked and he was gone.
Lyla busted out laughing as Felicity felt her face flush again.
Walking past the stores, he saw the Queen moving quickly into another store. He inwardly fumed. It was maddening knowing that Alice was so close yet so far away.
Fingering the watch in his pocket, he looked and spotted a man standing outside of the shop that the Queen had exited. Tilting his head he stared at the man. He had been around Alice since she had left her house, and wasn't after the Queen.
Smiling, he moved past the stores, making sure not to glance at them, memorizing the face. He rubbed the watch again, and formulated a plan to get the Queen to know that Alice would never be safe with him.
"My Alice, time to turn the guards into my henchmen. Gotta distract the Queen my dear, right under his nose."
Oliver closed the door to the archery store, and stared at Roy as he unpacked a box.
"See the girls?"
Oliver shook his head. "I mean yeah I saw them. They're fine. No worries, just setting up next door."
Dig laughed, moving another box to the table, helping Roy unpack.
Oliver sat on a stool in the front of the store, watching his friends set up the store. "Everything going okay?"
They both nodded. "You alright? You look a little shaken up." Roy stated.
Oliver shook his head, trying to shake the images of Felicity and the body paint from his head. Or how she would look in green. His green.
Oliver swallowed. "They're fine. Just unpacking."
Dig raised an eyebrow. "You already said that."
Oliver laughed. "Yeah well, they haven't done much else." He spun slightly in the chair. "Any word from Lance yet?"
Dig sighed. "Nothing that we already know. That whoever this guy is he's good. Even the QC cameras couldn't find him."
Roy slammed a box down. "I don't like this guy. How can we have nothing? He can't hide from Felicity. And she found nothing?"
Dig clutched the younger man's shoulder, squeezing for reassurance. "Roy, he's been meticulous, and knows that Felicity has a background in tech. Obviously he wants to be untraceable." Dig looked back at Oliver. "We will find him though."
Oliver nodded, then his phone went off. Looking at the screen he saw Laurel's name flashing on the screen. Sighing, he answered.
"Hi Laurel."
"Oliver, there is something at my apartment."
"What is it?"
"It's flowers. Like the ones Felicity got. I called my dad, but there's a letter here for you."
Oliver looked up at his brothers-in-arms. "I'll be right there." He hung up.
"Dig, get Ryan to watch the girls. Roy, call Sara. I have to go to Laurel's. Something doesn't feel right."
Both men nodded, and went to their tasks.
"Lyla, are you sure you're okay?" Dig asked as a frown appeared on her face. She smiled, but grunted.
"I don't know." she huffed, smiling at Felicity as she moved over to the couple, carrying a cup of orange tea. Smiling, Felicity moved to the armchair, picking up her tablet to watch Sara, Roy and Oliver enter Laurel's apartment to go over the letter and flowers. It made Felicity sick to think that her stalker might be going after others, but the Lances' could take care of themselves.
"Lyla?"
Felicity looked over as Lyla clutched her belly. Panicked, Felicity sat up. "Lyla? Are you okay?"
She looked up her eyes full of worry. "I think I'm in labor."
Oliver stood with Sara and Roy in full gear searched Laurel's apartment. Finding nothing they went back to they foyer, to Captain Lance and the two officer there with Laurel. Since disbanding the vigilante task force, the effort with the police department had gotten stronger the last few months.
Turning on their voice modulators they spoke to the group. "When was it delivered?"
Laurel shook her head. "I'm not sure. I got home and it was sitting on my coffee table. Only three people besides my landlord have keys. Nobody could have gotten in."
Sara lowly growled, and Roy's fists clenched. Oliver's heart pounded, the knowledge that this guy wasn't above breaking into multiple apartments to get under Felicity's skin. And her new friendship with Laurel had gotten under this guy's skin.
"The letter is to Oliver Queen." Lance stated, glancing at Laurel. "Do you think he'll mind if we open it?"
Laurel shook her head. "He's making sure she's safe now. He said that you can open it and update him later." Oliver nodded slightly.
Lance ripped open and pulled out a letter. The letters were red, and written over and over was:
"I will have Alice. You can't stop me."
Suddenly Lance's phone went off. He cursed, and pulled it out. Swiping the screen he put the call on speaker phone.
"Miss Smoak, I hope you're safe."
"Detective. Mrs. Diggle is in labor and right now, I don't feel very safe!" Felicity cried out over the line.
Gunshots rang out over the line, everyone freezing in the apartment.
"Felicity," Lance swallowed. "Where is Mr. Diggle?"
Two more gunshots rang out, closer to the phone. "Right here, but we need help."
Sara, Roy glanced at Oliver, he nodded. They began to move to the windows. They needed to get back to the building.
"Help is on the way. Can you tell me about your shooter?"
Felicity cried out as another shot rang out. Oliver's heart clenched. He motioned for Sara and Roy to get to the bikes to move, he needed to know.
"Felicity." Oliver growled out. "Who is it?"
He heard her crying. It broke his heart. "Ironically, the man who is my bodyguard is shooting at us. It's Ryan."
