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"Oliver." A hand placed gently against his shoulder. He was slouched on her chair. The chair she was always sitting on when she was tracking some common criminal for him. It even smelled like her. He jumped when he realized that he was no longer alone. He glanced up. His eyes were red from the lack of sleep and black circles were starting to appear. The man sighed softly, "Oliver, you're no good to Felicity like this."

Oliver shook his head and whispered softly, "John, I can't just sleep knowing she's out there. There has to be something we're missing. I have looked over the tapes hundreds of times and I can't seem to spot anything. It's like he knew how to dodge the camera. I can't get a visual of his face. And when I close my eyes, I see her terrified face, almost like she's right there within touch."

Diggle let out a breathless sigh and replied, "Try to at least get a few hours, Oliver. I'll wake you up if any new information pops up. Okay?"

Oliver thought about it and Diggle gave him a look. He let out a humorless chuckle and said quietly, "Alright, alright, alright… I'll take a nap. But you promise you'll wake me immediately when you have new information?"

"Promise. Now go." He smiled softly at Oliver. Oliver stood up from the chair, pushing it in and he walked out of the foundry. Now alone, Diggle ran a hand over his face. Felicity, where are you, he thought to himself, looking up to the ceiling. Of course, the ceiling did not spell out the answers he wanted to hear. He turned the lights off and walked out.

She woke up to the sound of metal clashing on the floor. She shifted the best she could with her restraints, and glanced down. A plate of food; if you could call it food. It looked like mystery gunk. "What is this?" She questioned. Her face was stained in tears, and she had a bruise on her cheek.

"I can't have you dying of starvation, now can I?" a voice said with a dirty chuckle. He sounded different than the first man who she had encountered but she wasn't exactly sure. "Now eat up."

She glanced at her restraints. How would she be able to eat like this?

"Oh right. Well I'm sure you'll figure it out." He said, smirk evident in his voice.

She scoffed softly, knowing what he meant. But she was hungry. Hunger made you do horrible things sometimes. How had she let herself be degraded to eating like a dog?

"You know if you spared some information on the Arrow you could go back to your normal civilian life." The hideous man said a few hours after she had finished eating.

She shook her head. "I told you. I don't know who the Arrow is. I just help him sometimes to stop bad people."

He leaned in awfully close to her. His breath stank of tobacco and vinegar. "Now…" He breathed, "Why don't I believe that?"

In response, she spit in his face.

His eyes narrowed in anger, and he wiped it off. "You really shouldn't have done that."

Her expression remained indifferent. Before she knew it, she felt his hand against her cheek, smacking her. It hurt. It stung. A cry slipped out of her mouth.

He placed his hands around her throat squeezing. She coughed, trying to breathe through his grasp. It was almost impossible. Her throat was burning. She could see black and twinkling lights. The lights were so beautiful but then they went away and he pulled his hands away. She coughed, catching her breath. "I'm going to break you, one way or another, Miss Smoak. You're going to talk eventually."

She glanced down at the floor, refusing to look up at him. Tears were rimmed around her eyes.

He smirked softly to himself and stood up, pleased with the results. "I would get some shuteye if I were you because you'll be having a guest bright and early tomorrow. He will make you talk."

She frowned softly, afraid to know what he meant by that. She shook her head once he had left her alone in her own misery. She would willingly die if it meant saving Oliver. She would never give up his secrets. She would never do anything to harm the others either. No matter what they did to her, she told herself, she would stay strong because she believed that's what Oliver would want her to do in a situation like this. She cried softly, tears falling down her cheeks. "Oliver," She whimpered softly to herself, placing her head against the hard pillow.

Oliver jumped up, panting from his sleep. Sweat was dripping from his face. It was another dream, yet it felt so real. God. She was in so much pain. He was almost sure that it wasn't a dream; that maybe it was some type of connection between him and Felicity. That's silly though, he told himself. He just misses her so much and feels so guilty. Yeah, that's why he keeps having these dreams.

"Felicity," he groaned softly, gripping the edge of the door, "I'm going to find you. I promise you that. I know you can't hear me wherever you are but I hope you don't give up. I WILL find you."

He walked to the kitchen, and turned on the light. He noticed something on the counter. He frowned slightly and walked over to the counter. It was a tape. There was no name and no information on it. It looked almost normal. Attached to the tape was a note made from newspaper clippings.

The note read "See this by yourself. I'll know."

He yelled out in anger. He almost threw the tape but then retreated. This might be the information he needed to find her, if this was even related to her kidnapping.

He put it in the DVD player and what he saw made him want to do some serious damage. If they would know if he saw it alone, maybe they would hear him. He yelled out, loudly. "I will find you! You're going to regret messing with my girl!"

"Oliver?" A soft voice whispered.

He quickly turned off the player, and glanced up to his sister. "Yeah, Thea?"

"Why are you yelling?" She asked softly, rubbing her elbow. He frowned softy. He hadn't yet told her about Felicity. He didn't want to worry his sister. Besides Felicity, Thea was an important woman in his life. He didn't want to get her involved. He didn't want to risk something happening to her.

He shook his head. "Nothing."

She knew better. After all this time, she was well aware of when he would lie or dodge the truth. "Liar," she said softly. "You're not okay, Ollie. What's wrong? You can talk to me."

He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "I can't." His voice broke.

"Hey…there's no need to cry." She sat down next to him, and opened her arms, offering a hug.

He accepted the warm hug from his sister and whispered gently into her hair. "Promise me you'll stay safe."

She didn't understand why he was acting like this but if promising that would help him, she would do it. She smiled softly and said "I promise, Ollie. Nothing is going to happen to me."

He sighed softly at that and whispered "Good."

She pulled back and studied his face. She frowned softly. "Come on, you need to go back to bed."

He shook his head, "No. You go on ahead. I can't sleep yet." She frowned softly, wishing that her brother would trust her with what was going on.

She slowly stood up, "Okay." She glanced over at him before leaving down the hallway to her bedroom.

Once he heard the door of her room shutting, he stood up and grabbed the tape. He hated lying to his sister and he almost didn't like the fact that he couldn't show his team mates the tape. He packed in a bag. Maybe Felicity's software could figure out where she was. Yeah, that could work. It was maybe nothing but he felt a small spark of hope. He felt one step closer than he did the night before.

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