Author's note:
Sorry for the wait guys. I've been pretty busy and fell off track. But finally, here's part 2! :D

Minutes and minutes tick by as she keeps the scene playing over and over again. Her fingers releasing the arrow, and then the arrow going through his chest, his lifeless body leaning forward. She tries to wrap her head around it. Why would she kill him? She can't remember what she was thinking when she released the arrow. But all she knows is that she was angry.

Pressure of a hand touches her shoulder. Making her whip around and grab the persons arm. "Hey, hey!" Roy says countering her actions, allowing her to fall onto the railing. "Sorry." He says with a frown.

"What're you doing here?" Madeline grumbled as she pushed herself away from the railing. "Aren't you supposed to be interrogating someone?"

"He's still out." Roy said with a shrug. "Mads, are you-"

"Fine. I'm fine." Madeline cuts in forcefully. "He deserved it." She says not looking at him. "If you're not gonna interrogate the next one, I will." She pushes him aside with her shoulder and walked to the door.

"Madeline." Roy says gently, making Madeline stop at the door. "You need to stop." Madeline turns around furious, but allows Roy to keep talking. "You need to give it a rest. You're gonna hurt yourself."

"Roy, did you not hear what he said?" Madeline says with a shaky tone. "I have two days. TWO – DAYS, Roy!" A tear rolls gently down her cheek. "He's going to die if I don't do something. I-I can't just let him-"

Roy walks forward and takes her into his arms. He can't imagine how horrible she feels, knowing that Oliver's life is on the line. The only relative she has left that hasn't abandoned her or died. "Madeline, we're going to get him back. I promise." He says holding her tight. She lightly cries into his shoulder, the tears she's been holding back since Oliver was taken.

Madeline quickly dries her tears just as fast as they appeared. She pulls herself away from Roy and opens the door. "I've got an interrogation to do." She says as she enters the building. Roy frowns and lets out a sigh. She's never going to give up.

Madeline quickly jogs down the flights of stairs, knowing how to interrogate this next guy. He won't do anything for the sake of this family or money. He's the type when he knows that his life is on the line, he'll talk. When she gets down stairs, she sees that her bow was taken out of the interrogation room. Both Diggle and Felicity are talking to each other quietly at the computer monitor. Roy's clambering footsteps come from behind her; Madeline quickly grabs her bow, pulls on her hood and walks to the interrogation room.

Madeline quickly picks up the guy, with some difficulty, and tosses him into the chair. He quickly wakes up with wide eyes, his eyes bolting around. She loads her bow and aims the arrow right at him. "I want answers and unless you want to end up like him over there…" She says nodding to the dead man next to his chair. "You'll answer!"

The man's expression is horrified and he quickly nods. "Where are they keeping Arrow? Who is your boss? How can I get in? And tell me everything about your boss!" She quickly rummages through the first things that come to mind. The man's mouth hangs open, as if he's trying to form words. "Answer me!" She orders as she pulls the string farther.

"Okay! Okay!" He says with raising his hands above his head in a cowering stance. "I-I'll tell ya, I swear!" Madeline lets the string pull back to its original state; she glares at him, waiting for an answer to escape his lips.

Impatiently, she throws the bow around her shoulder, grabs the man's shoulder and presses her thumb on the shoulder blade. "Tell me or this arrow is going under your shoulder blade." She growls with a deep stare.

The man cringes and lets out a groan. "Alright, he's in the Glades… by-by the docks." He says with a shaky tone. "The boss – never knew the guy. He just paid me and promised he wouldn't kill me. All I know is-is that he's a very - a very dangerous man. Just – just don't hurt me!" Madeline lets go of his shoulder, shoving his back onto the seat.

Why does it always have to be the Glades? Madeline's thoughts questioned. "I've never been to the place though. He's very secretive. But all I know is that they're going to kill the Arrow this Wednesday." Madeline nods, pulling the bow off her shoulder. She loads an arrow onto the bow and aims it at the man. "No don't! It's all I know, I swear!" The man pleads.

"I know." She says with a mischievous stare. She releases the arrow into the man's arm and without another word, the man passes out. Tranquilizers, best for an interrogation scare-tactic. She quickly heads back to the others and places down her bow and quiver. "Oliver is in the Glades – not surprising – he's by the docks. That's all I can get." She informs them as she yanks off her hood with a frustrated groan.

"We'll find him, Madeline." Diggle says with a comforting tap on her shoulder. She nods, avoiding any eye contact with Diggle. "How about we go out? Get something to eat for a small break." Diggle suggests. Madeline shakes her head, pushing herself onto a table.

"No. I'm staying here." She says finally looking up to face the others. "The rest of you can go. Oh and um… Diggle I need you to deliver two men back home on your way to get something to eat."

"Madeline, you need a break." Felicity says with utmost concern in her eyes. Madeline bites the corner of her lower lip and shakes her head once again.

"I can't, Felicity." Madeline says with a croak in her voice. Felicity frowns at her and gives her a hug. "Just go home. I'll see what I can find." Madeline mutters loud enough for everyone to hear. Felicity pulls away from Madeline, grabs her jacket and heads up stairs to the bar and out to the exit.

Without a single word, Diggle leaves to collect the two men and bring them home. (Roy follows to help Diggle get them in Diggle's car.) This leaves Madeline completely alone. Where would they hide Oliver? Her thoughts screamed. There's got to be some kind of system at the docks! A tear leaves the corner of her eye; feeling like all hope for Oliver is lost. She quickly wipes it away and gives herself a small confidence boost, which already leaves her as she sits in front of the computer monitor.

She racks through her brain as to what she should search for. She's got all night to research possible leads for the Glades. Madeline begins to type away, pulling up records of used buildings in the docks. Maybe there's a possibility that Oliver Queen has been sighted there. But they wouldn't make Oliver come out in the open, not during the day.

She researches maybe access tunnel, boats or anything else that can lead to a hideout. But there's nothing here. She bumps her forehead against the desk with frustration. She's been at this for eight hours, with no break. It's six in the morning and she can't take another moment. She moves her head on the cool metal of the table and looks at her bow that lies on the table across the way. She slowly lets herself close her eyes, only for a moment. And then she slowly drifts to sleep.

Author's note:
Well here's part two! Sorry for the shortness of this part, but the next one will be longer! Any pointers about my writing would surely be useful! Thanks for reading!

(Also for more information, regarding to Madeline, it will be on my profile. (I'm still working on her character though, so there may be a few broken parts.)