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Oliver was so used to having Felicity here to do the searches when he needed to locate somebody but now the person who needed to found was the one who usually did the searches. He liked to think that he was smart but he knew he was nowhere near Felicity's capabilities. He had never realized how much this team depended on her and how much he as a person depended on her to keep himself grounded to his humanity. He had various traces going on right now, but it felt like he was not any step closer to finding her. He closed his eyes tight, sighing deeply. A week had already passed. Seven days. A hundred and sixty eight hours. Way too much time without her. He didn't want to think about what could possibly be happening right now to her. Imagining what could be happening or what had already happened caused physical pain for Oliver.

It had been too long without her smile. He missed everything about her. He found himself even missing the small arguments between them and the smell of her perfume. It was a soft flower smell and it reminded him of sunflowers. God, he missed her. He opened his eyes and pushed out of the black chair. Putting on his green suit and his mask, a small pang went through him, remembering the first time he wore the mask it had been her who put it on him. With a shake of his head, he left the foundry, grabbing his weapons and taking two steps at a time, with the traces still going on. He had to get some of this energy out of himself. He would go crazy if he didn't.

He patrolled the streets for over an hour, though to him it didn't seem so long. He could lose track of time, doing this. When he was facing low lives, it was the only time he didn't allow himself to feel. When the mask came up, everything of his life as Oliver Queen went away and he was just the Arrow. He was nothing more than the arrow. He found a man who was fairly big, cornering a woman. The woman had blond hair, and reminded him of Felicity. It wasn't Felicity but it didn't matter to him. He entered the alley and used his arrow voice, "Let her go."

The man stalled slightly, glancing behind him. He chuckled softly at the Arrow. He didn't seem terrified. Oliver narrowed his eyes underneath the mask. "Alright," he raised his hands up, "She can go, it's you I want." With those words, he turned to the woman and handed her an envelope of cash. "Here you go, darling. Thanks."

What the hell was this? He had his bow and an arrow at ready. "What are you getting at?" He asked through clenched teeth.

The man chuckled softly, and kept his hands up. "I just want to talk."

Oliver didn't lower the bow. "Talk then."

Eyes on the weapon in the Arrow's hands, he begun to speak. "I have some news on your Felciity." He grinned, evilly.

Oliver barely contained his gasp of shock, and then his jaw clenched in anger. "Where is she!?"

"Calm down, big guy. I can't tell you that," his eyes glinted, "It would ruin all the great plans we have planned for her."

That did it. He couldn't contained his anger as he grabbed the man and shoved him to a wall. "What do you want with her? She has nothing to do with this!"

"Oh but she does." He chuckled softly, "As soon as she gives up all your personal secrets, we are certain parts of her will come to great use and bring us much profit." He put emphasis on his last words.

A growl left Oliver's mouth, and he punched the man. "Where is she!?"

"I can't tell you."

"I can make you tell me." Oliver growled.

"All I will tell you is that she's somewhere you will never find her. Probably not even in Starling anymore."

A snarl left Oliver's mouth. He wanted so bad to kill the man who he held in his hands. He had the ability to end him right now but without him, he would be back on square one.

"You should be more worried about what you have left to lose." The man said after a few minutes of silence.

Oliver scowled, "What do you mean?"

As the man opened his mouth to say something, before he could expose anymore plans, suddenly he was dead in Oliver's arms. Oliver hadn't done anything. He dropped him in shock, and got on his knees, studying him. He frowned, noticing something on the back of the man's head. It looked like a self-destruct button. All of this…ran deeper than he thought. Whoever had Felicity had taken careful measures to keep his plans a secret. Frustration ran through his blood, how was he ever to find her now with his only lead dead beneath his feet? With a deep sigh, he left the man in alley, shooting an arrow at one of the roofs.

Now back in the foundry, he shed himself of his costume and put on shorts. He stayed shirtless as he beat out the excess energy on the dummies. He grunted, not even caring that he was bruising his fists. He was more determined than ever to find this scumbag. He would find this guy if it was the last thing he did. He grabbed his water bottle, taking a long sip and rubbed the towel along his face, wiping away the sweat. It came to him suddenly, the man had said something about wanting to have her to tell them his weaknesses and he felt a pang of guilt. This was his fault. Pushing the guilt away for a little while, he realized as well that this meant he could narrow down the suspects just a little. He knew by the tape he had been sent the first night she had gone missing that they had already assumed his identity, so this wasn't just some random criminal he had put away. This could be bigger than that. The man he was after was cold and calculating and most of all, he was smart.

Well into the hours, he was still beating the crap out of the dummies when he heard the sound of the door opening. He had been here all night and had not gotten any sleep. He glanced up to see Diggle. Oliver's eyes were surrounded by black blotches from his lack of sleep.

Diggle frowned softly at the younger man. "Hey. Have you been here all night?"

He turned away from the dummies and took a sip of his water. "Yeah. I couldn't sleep so I came here and I might have figured something out about Felicity's disappearance."

"What did you find?"

"I did some patrolling and I ran into somebody who knew where she was. He didn't exactly tell me where she was but from the things he said, I can safely assume she is probably not in the city and that she was taken by somebody who either has a grudge on the Arrow or on me as Oliver Queen. He mentioned that the man in charge wants her to give away all of my secrets and weaknesses and then…" He paused, clenching his fists, "They plan on selling her."

Diggle looked like he would be sick at the mention of that. "Oh no they don't. Did he mention anything else?"

"Yeah…" Oliver replied, a frown on his face. "You're not going to like it."

Diggle crossed his arms, "What is it?"

"I can't be too sure since the self-destruct went out on him before I could get specifics but from what he said, I think we should probably keep an eye out on the women in our lives." He closed his eyes, and let out a sigh. "I'd be damned if I let someone else I care about get snatched by this sick bastard."

"You're not the only one," Diggle agreed with a nod of his head. "We'll get him, Oliver."

He admitted softly, "I want to kill him, Dig."

"Wouldn't blame you."

There was quiet then, and Oliver let out a sigh. "I'm going to go take a shower and then try and get a nap on the cot. Wake me if you find anything important, okay?"

"Yeah, definitely." Diggle nodded and with throw of the towel, Oliver went to the showers.

Felicity laid on the bed, her eyes shut. She felt so weak. She slowly opened her eyes, and mumbled at the man who sat by her feet, "Leave." Her voice was weak.

The man handed her a glass, pressing it to her lips. She was too thirsty to refuse or fight him. She took a sip. Placing the glass down, he smiled a soft predatory smile at her and ran a hand through her hair. Before he spoke, he let his hand trail down her arm, stopping at her hand. "Are you ready to talk?"

Felicity had been broken slowly during her captivity. It had been through beatings and touches as well as words which carried emotional weight. She didn't know what her fate was beyond the doors.

"Well?" He asked in a murmur, his thumb rubbing circles on her hand.

She glanced down at his hand, feeling sick. "What do you want to know?" She asked in a whisper.

"Let's start with something I know to get you in the habit of telling the truth." He chuckled,

"What's the Arrow's name?"

"Oliver…" She said quietly, "His name is Oliver Queen."

He patted her hand, and whispered in her ear. "Good girl," His lips lightly touched her ear and she shivered. A smirk placed itself on his face. "What's his weakness?"

"I…I'm not sure." Felicity whispered, and the hold on her hand tightened painfully. She whimpered softly. "Please…I honestly don't know."

In anger, he grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers in a bruising angry kiss. She gasped softly, giving him the opportunity to dive his tongue in. She stayed still, whimpering against his mouth. He pulled away, "You better figure it out or that won't be as far as I go next time." He stood up, and walked away, slamming the door behind him.

Tears swelled up in her eyes and a sob left her lips. Her body shook from her cries. She curled in a ball on the hard cold bed. She didn't want to betray Oliver any more than she had already had. Before today she had made a pact with herself that she would endure all the things they did to her and would not talk about things they didn't already know but now thinking about the painful kiss and the man's promises to go further next time made her question herself. Was her loyalty strong enough to surpass her want to survive?