Thank you for continuing to follow this story. I decided to make this chapter a little lighter (less angst). We'll get back to our regularly scheduled drama/angst in the next chapter. Enjoy!

From the corner of her eyes, Felicity watched Oliver shoot arrow after arrow at a target he set up. His jaw was clenched and dark circles ringed his eyes. He wasn't sleeping. When she left at night he was training and when she came back he was still training. Earlier she thought he was going to snap at one of Queen Consolidated biggest investors.

She was worried.

Despite extensive searches each day, Felicity couldn't find Colin Fitzpatrick. There were no records of him anywhere. Not in the FBI database, local police records or even the DMV. It was like he didn't exist. Each day she told Oliver she hadn't found anything was another day she felt like she was failing him. This is what she did! Find people! Make their jobs easier. And she was failing!

Everyday she feared he was close to grabbing an arrow and killing Matheus. As much as she found him to be a cruel human being, she couldn't let Oliver kill him. Therefore, she needed to find Colin Fitzpatrick.

Glancing at Oliver again, she saw he was now hitting a training dummy. Most of his focus seemed to be on the chest and face. He was not pulling his punches and seemed to be somewhere else. Digg and Roy hadn't trained with him in a couple of days because his training was nonstop. Once Oliver and Roy got into an argument after a pretty hard hit, Digg called a timeout. Until they found the boy, Oliver was on his own when it came to training. Now Digg and Roy trained together. Oliver didn't seem to mind, based own how long he spent killing the training dummy.

Pushing away from her desk, she got up and walked over to him. She paused for a moment and soaked in the sight of him. His shirt was on the edge of the training mats, leaving his chest gleaming with sweat. She could see the muscles work in his abs each time he hit the training dummy. The muscles in his back danced with each hard movement of his body. She was entranced to say the least. She always was when he trained with his shirt off, which was most days.

Despite her fascination with his delectable body, she pushed away her distracted thoughts and focused on his face. All she'd seen the past few days was anger. A deep anger that seemed to be winning. She wasn't sure what to do. She knew the anger would stay until they found out what Matheus did with that boy's body. Until then, she didn't want him to lose himself; become the killer Arrow again.

"Oliver," she called softly, not wanting to startle him.

He stopped mid swing and looked over at her. She winced at his gaze. His eyes, which could never lie to her, were dead. He was closing himself off. Emotionless.

"I was thinking we could get something to eat," she suggested. "Maybe some Thai food?"

He shook his head. "I'm not hungry." He turned back around to resume his pounding of the dummy.

Deciding handling him with kid gloves wasn't going to work. she reached inside for the Felicity that stood toe to toe with him on more than one occasion.

"Oliver," she shouted in her loudest of loud voices, "We are getting something to eat."

He turned back around and faced her, a look of shock on his face. "Felicity..."

"No," she told him. "You barely sleep and you barely eat. You're eating tonight."

The shock left his face and instead turned to stone. "I'm not hungry."

Felicity walked forward until she was in front of him. "You, Oliver Queen, are going to eat. I've barely seen you eat today. If you don't eat something, you won't be much good because you'll pass out from hunger."

She could see him trying to work out a response to her outburst, but he couldn't. What she said made sense. She knew it and he knew it. He was just being stubborn.

Turning away from him, she called over her shoulders, "We'll leave in 20 minutes. Take a shower."

Oliver watched Felicity walk away from him and return to her desk. He was tempted to follow her and tell her he wasn't going anywhere. However, she was right. He was hungry and so incredibly tired. He needed to eat and sleep. Matheus could attack now and he knew he wasn't at his peak conditioning.

Ten minutes later he was out of the shower and pulling on a black t-shirt. He walked out of the bathroom and found Felicity at her computer, her fingers flying across the keys. He walked up behind her and settled his hands on her shoulders.

She jumped and he just smiled. "Ready?"

Felicity turned in her chair to face him. "Seriously Oliver, clear your throat or something. What if I hit you with my phone?"

Instead of responding, he grabbed her hands and pulled her out of her chair. Not expecting her sudden flight up, her heel slipped to the side and she tumbled into his arms. Oliver wrapped his arms around her waist to stop her fall and she gripped his biceps. Looking down at her, he saw a blush creep up her neck and to her cheeks. She was so beautiful. His heart ached just looking at her. He'd known for a while that his feelings for her went beyond friendship. However, he thought as he stepped away from her, he also knew he couldn't give in to those feelings. Everyday she was in danger as a part of his team. If he indulged himself and the public knew of their relationship, she'd be targeted by those who hated him as Oliver Queen.

"Ready?" He asked once he gained control of his thoughts.

Felicity looked up at him, a curious look on her face. "I'm ready." She nodded her head, as if she was agreeing with something she was thinking. "More than ready."

Somewhere in Starling City

"Hey Colin," a dark hair man called from in front of a computer screen. "Come here."

Colin Fitzpatrick entered the office, a white cloth and bloody knife in hand. "What?"

The man looked up from what he was viewing and beckoned him over. "Someone is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Colin asked.

"Someone in Starling City is running a serious of searches for your name. They've hacked into government databases and the local police records."

Wiping the blood off his knife, he set it down and joined the man at his desk. "Who's looking?"

The man turned back to his computer and his fingers quickly flew across the keyboard. "She's good. Almost as good as me." A triumphant smile broke across his face. "But I'm better. I've come across her hacks before and recognized her from code we worked on back at MIT."

Colin had no idea what the IT geek was talking about, but if knew who this chick was, he'd help him find a new play thing to use his knife on.

"Who is she?"

The man looked up at him, a gleeful smile on his face. "Felicity Smoak. My competition at MIT."