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Felicity had a death grip on Oliver's arm as they entered Miller's house. Oliver immediately led her to the office. Thank God Miller hadn't returned in the last hour.

The ex-billionaire put an arm protectively around the blonde, feeling her whole body trembling. In his mind he slapped himself repeatedly for having to bring her here, but he had no other choice. They needed to know how far Miller was involved with Slade. Even with Slade behind bars and Isabel dead, Oliver needed to make sure that the danger for the people he loved was gone.

He pulled Felicity tighter against him and she offered no resistance. Her pulse was racing faster and faster, everything around her smelled of Miller and the images of that fateful day flashed before her eyes. Oliver's grip tightened even more when her knees started to buckle.

Oliver looked at her. Felicity's face was white as a sheet, her eyes staring off into infinity. "Hey, Felicity, look at me." She didn't react. "Look at me."

Finally she looked up into his eyes. "I'm right here with you, nothing can happen to you, okay? I'm sorry I had to bring you here, but I need your help to catch the bastard."

She nodded without a word. Oliver loosened his grip and Felicity only now noticed the pain in her ribs slowly lessen.

In the office, Felicity sat down in front of the computer and powered it up. It didn't take long for her to crack the password, it was the same as for his computer at QC. She went through Miller's e-mails first and immediately hit the jackpot. There were a large number of e-mails from Isabel. Felicity connected her external hard drive and copied every one of them.

When she opened the last one, dated about four months ago, her heart seemed to stop for a moment.

I'm not going to work for you any longer. I have been following Felicity Smoak for two months now and I'm not going to hurt her. On the contrary, I have fallen in love with her, she's mine alone and I won't let you harm a hair on her head.

Nausea rose in Felicity's throat. The man was sick. She jumped up from her chair and ran out of the room. The pain in her ribs only intensified the feeling of having to vomit. But where was the bathroom? She blindly opened a door – and found herself in Miller's bedroom, the walls covered with pictures of her. Hearts were painted on some of them, others had words like "in eternal love" or "forever mine".

The IT girl fell to her knees and started to cry. Oliver and Diggle appeared behind her. Shock hit the bodyguard like a physical blow as he saw just how deeply Miller had intruded upon Felicity's life in the last few months. He had known that the man was dangerous, but he hadn't expected something like this. Miller was a psychopath living in a dream world and in that world Felicity belonged to him. They had to get him out of the way as quickly as possible and Felicity needed new locks for her door, otherwise she wouldn't be safe for a second.

Oliver knelt beside Felicity. "Come on, let's go."

"Oliver, I'm afraid," Felicity whimpered.

"I know, but you don't need to. I won't move from your side for a second until we caught that pig."

"I'm afraid that he'll finish what he started. I can feel his hands, his breath, his smell. It's everywhere and it's driving me out of my mind."

Oliver took of his hood and the mask. "It has been less than 24 hours, it's absolutely normal for you to feel this way. John and I are there for you whenever you need us. Let's go."

She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't hold her. Oliver picked her up and carried her outside.

When Felicity was in the car, John looked at Oliver. "We need to find him asap, this guy is more dangerous than we thought. What we have seen in there shows that he has a damned serious psychological disorder."

"I know, Diggle, but we have no evidence. We need to go through all the e-mails to see if we can find something there."

"First of all we should get Felicity out of her house. Miller has her key and he will use it."

Oliver nodded. "We'll pack a few things and I'll take her to my place." The ex-billionaire looked at his watch. "You'd better go home afterwards, it's after one o'clock already, Lyla is probably beside herself with worry."

Both men got into the car, with Oliver sitting beside Felicity. Immediately Felicity pressed herself against him. He explained that she couldn't stay in her house and what the plan was. To his surprise, she immediately agreed.

Oliver and Felicity said goodbye to Diggle and went into her house. Oliver entered first and looked around closely. Everything seemed to be okay. "Let's grab a few things and go, I have a bad feeling about this."

Felicity nodded. Oliver mustered her closely, she looked terrible. Felicity went into her bedroom, opened the wardrobe and started throwing things haphazardly into a duffelbag. Then she went into the bathroom and threw a few necessary items into it as well.

"I'm ready, let's get out of here," she said, her voice barely audible. Her body had started to tremble again. Oliver gently put his arm around her and could feel her calm down.

"We have to take my bike, do you think your ribs can take it? Your car in front of my door would be too obvious, in case he's still watching you."

"I think I'll manage," Felicity said, grinding her teeth as she climbed onto the Streetfighter behin Oliver. The pain was almost unbearable, but Oliver was with her and he'd take her where she would be safe from Miller.

Why the hell did that guy rattle her so much? She had been in the hands of Count Vertigo and he had wanted to kill her, William Tockman had shot her and hacked her computer system. These things were comparable, weren't they? Then why couldn't she pull herself together when it came to Miller? Once again the images flashed before Felicity's eyes, of him touching her, hitting her and sending her to the ground. You're mine, Felicity, I'll get you, I love you. The hot tears coursing down her face were turned to ice by the wind. She wrapped her arms tighter around Oliver and he drove faster.