A/N: This is a long one. Sad news new update for at least a week. Love you all and enjoy.

What goes up, must come down

Two weeks had flown by and she was getting used to this life especially the se. It was amazing and Nick's mouth and hands should be considered a crime, a sexy sinful crime. She had woken up and gone to the bathroom, it was her time of the month and she was less than thrilled. She put a pad on and switched into some loungewear leaving Nick asleep in bed.

She decided to make breakfast for the two of them. Eggs, bacon and a biscuit would be perfect she decided. She preheated the oven placing the biscuits on the baking pan, she placed the bacon in the frying pan and grabbed plates from the dishwasher that were clean. Two big arms wrapped themselves around her waist and a kiss to her shoulder made her smile.

"Good morning Mrs. Leonhart."

"Good morning Mr. Leonhart," he let her go and turned her to kiss her. "So, you're going to be locked out for a few days. My oven is in cleaning mode."

"Oh, that's okay. I'll survive. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Why don't you sit and I'll finish breakfast."

"Thank you," she said kissing him on the cheek as she made her way to the breakfast bar to sit. She grabbed her tablet and began to check up on her email. A knock on the front door had her look at him, she peaked out and saw it was Roy and Sara. They had made themselves scarce since arriving, she instantly knew something was wrong.

"What is it?" she asked panic in her hands folding into tight little fists.

"We need to go home, there was an accident," Sara said softly.

"Who?" she asked, panic in her voice.

"Hope, maybe you should sit down," Roy coaxed.

"WHO?!" she asked louder.

"Your father, brother and grandfather. Your grandfather passed instantly, your father and brother are in critical condition. I'm sorry." Sara said somberly.

Hope felt all the air leave her lungs, her knees gave out and before she could hit the ground Nick had pulled her into his arms. She didn't just cry, she wailed, her Pop-Pop was dead and her father and brother were in critical condition. Nick held her close as Sara told Nick what happened. After deciding they were leaving, the earliest that evening, Nick carried Hope into the bedroom setting her down in the bed. He ran around packing their things. She sat there tears streaming down her face and in shock. He brought over her black leggings and gray tunic and helped her get into the shower. He helped her dress and brushed her hair and placed it into a ponytail, he finished packing there things.

Roy and Sara arrived and grabbed their bags as Nick helped guide her to the boat taking them away. Soon they were off to the mainland to make the unexpected return home. The sun was already set when they arrived in Starling. Two of the families SUV's came to pick them up from the airport to take them to the hospital.

Nick held her cold and clammy hand the entire ride to the hospital, upon arriving they went to a back entrance to avoid the hordes of paparazzi. Inside they rode the elevator in silence to the private rooms. Onto the floor they walked until she saw her Uncle John and Uncle Slade deep in discussion. They bowed their heads when they saw her.

"What happened?" she asked cold and distant.

"They were driving to Q.C. when they were run off the road by another driver. Someone called it in, your grandfather passed instantly, you need to know he didn't suffer. Your father and brother had significant injuries, they are both in medically induced comas. Hope, you're temporary Pahkan you are going to have to make the decisions," Slade said looking at her intently.

"Okay, my mother?"

"She's been splitting her time between both rooms along as your Ya-Ya. Arrangements need to be made for your Pop-Pop. We'll be by your side the entire time."

"Good, first things first. I want them in the same room. Secondly, I want you to find the person who caused the accident and gut them after getting all the information you can from them. Thirdly, Nick is my main bodyguard, any security concerns are to be brought to his attention. After I visit with my mother and Ya-Ya I will meet with the men at Nick and I's home. Understood?"

"Yes Pahkan," they said and took off down the hall.

She walked into her father's room, seeing her mother holding his hand. Machines were breathing for him and he was black and blue. Her mother saw her and stood up hugging her daughter and her son-in-law and then hugged Hope again, who cried into her mom's shoulder. Sara shut the door to give them a moment. Looking at her father like this bothered her so much. She held his hand afraid she would break him, she had never felt that way before.

"Mom."

"Yeah."

"I'm going to find them and make them pay."

"I just got done telling your father that. I told him that there is so much of him in you and that you will do one hell of a job as Pahkan until he comes back to us. Hope?"

"Yeah, mom?"

"Give 'em hell."

"Language," she laughed.

"I'm the exception to the rule."

"I know, I have to go, I have a lot to handle. I love you." She said kissing her mom on the cheek kissing her fathers bruised face. "Rest easy daddy, I'm going to make them pay for everything they've done to you and Jonathan. Come back to us when you're ready. I love you."

She nodded to her mom one last time and headed into the hallway where she was greeted by more of the security team. Inside Jonathan's room she found her Ya-Ya asleep and Jonathan in the same position as their father. She kissed her brothers forehead careful not to jostle anything.

"Come on little bro. You need to com eback to me. I'll kill the sons of bitches who did this to you. I love you." She kissed him one more time, she covered her Ya-Ya up with a blanket and headed into the hallway. Right now she had to be the badass woman her father raised her to be. In the hallway her eyes locked with Nick's and he nodded, knowing he had her back. They went home, their home where she showered and changed into black skinny jeans, a black V-neck three quarter sleeve shirt and her black boots. She walked up to him, putting her hand over his heart, he kisses her on the forehead.

"Know that I love you and have your back. Don't take shit from anyone, do not show them you are weak. You are Anatoly Knysave's granddaughter, you are Oliver Queen's daughter and you are also Pahkan. I love you and nothing you say or do will change that. Now, stand up straight and go out there and be the badass we all know you are."

She nodded, knowing he was right. She could show no signs of weakness right now. She took a deep breath and straightened herself up and followed Nick down the stairs where the Captains were all in discussion. Once she began to walk down the stairs John called the men to attention. Nick walked in front of her eyeing the men, his face showing no emotion. At the bottom of the steps the men pounded their chests over their Bratva tattoos symbolizing their loyalty.

"Thank you all and thank you all for coming on such short notice, I wish it were on better terms. As you all know my grandfather, the previous Pahkan was murdered and my brother and my father, the current Pahkan are in the hospital. Right now I want crews to step up their game in finding Pavel and Ivan Zaleski they are the ones behind this brutal attack against my family. When they are found I want them to be brought to the garage where I will deal with them personally," a man snickered and her eyes focused on him.

"Is something funny?" She asked the man, taking steps towards him, her dark red lips pursed.

"No ma'am," he countered with a smirk on his face. She studied him for a minute.

"If you have something to say, then say it don't be a coward."

"You are just a woman," he laughed out, she could see her Uncles John and Slade physically cringe knowing what she would do before she did it. She smiled and turned her back, in one moment she reared back punching the man unexpectedly, he fell backwards and she attacked him. She sat on his arms punching him in the face until she felt tired, her hands and face splattered in blood. She stood up, straightened her shirt, wiping the palms of her hands on her jeans.

"ANYONE ELSE?! You seem to forget I am Anatoly Knysaev's granddaughter and Oliver Queen's daughter. You're lucky I didn't kill you," she says spitting on him. The silence was deafening. "Then get me some bodies and some answers!" She yelled.

"Yes Pahkan,"the men said and took off.

"Someone take this idiot away and to a med room,"Slade said.

Soon it was just the four of them, John walked up to her and kissed her on the forehead and walked away shouting out orders. Slade walked over and looked her hands over. He nodded his head in agreement.

"Wash your hands kid, you did good. Your father would be please. Get some rest kid, we'll let you know if we find anything."

"Thank you. Slade?" She asked.

"Can you make sure my mom and Ya-Ya are very well guarded? This isn't over I know it."

"Anything for you. Nick, head on a swivel. Not only is she your wife but she is Pahkan and she has one hell of a right hook and she's our best shot, better than John."

Nick looked at Hope with an eyebrow raised. Oh he would be asking her questions when they got upstairs and into the privacy of their bedroom. She had secrets and he was determined to learn about them. He nodded once, Slade squeezed her shoulder and left them. They walked upstairs quietly walking into the bedroom. He locked the door behind them as she sat beginning to take her shoes off.

"I know you have a lot of questions and I promise I will answer them all for you as soon as I've showered, with you."

"Okay."

They took their clothes off and made their way to the shower. Turning it on she climbed in letting the hot water rinse away the blood. He climbed in towering over her. He moved the wet hair away from her face. His wife truly was a badass and even more amazing than he thought.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"If I could your bones right now I would, but yes I am fine."

"So, right hook? Best shot? What?" he said pulling her close.

"Okay, I was fourteen when I was kidnapped. I couldn't defend myself, my father thought I would always be safe with the men. When he got me back I begged him to be trained to defend myself. The men were never informed just in case there ever was a mole. John and Sara took the lead training me, everyone thought I was innocent and sweet. Realistically I can be as deadly as my father," she said looking down. He lifted her face to meet his gaze.

"You could have told me my love. Plus, it's extremely hot."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said kissing her tenderly. "Now my wife we need rest and we need to ready at a moment's notice, okay?"

"Yeah. So um me being able to kill doesn't bother you?"

"Not one bit. Knowing if I'm gone on a mission, my wife can defend herself and our future children gives me peace of mind. I will always worry but not as much as I have been since I met you," he said kissing her again. "Plus knowing you know to use a gun turns me on so when you're done with your oven clean as you called it I will have you many different ways."

"Is that a promise?" She said seductively.

"It's a promise I intend to keep."

They kissed once more and she got out of the shower dressing herself in something implement for bed and laying out her boots, socks and another pair of black skinny jeans and black shirt. Out of her suitcase she pulled out a few knives and a Smith & Wesson sigma series gun with extra clips. Nick just shook his head as he laid out his things also. When she was done she climbed into bed, Nick following suit after making sure everything was locked and their go bags by the door.

He got into bed and pulled her close and soon they both fell asleep. He awoke first, the light coming through the widow. They were tangled together, she was still asleep, she was beautiful he thought. He slowly maneuvered himself away and went into the business in the bathroom, looking at his phone he saw it was nine thirty. He was surprised, he checked his messages and saw nothing out of the ordinary.

He dressed for the day and asked John to bring breakfast to their room. She shifted in bed mumbling something unintelligible. He snorted listening to her. When she opened her eyes she sat up quickly spotting Nick in the chairs, she stretched and smiled grabbing her glasses and slipped them on.

"Good morning wife."

"Good morning husband. Any word?"

"Nothing."

"Ugh, what time is it?"

"Ten fifteen."

"Seriously? Shit."

"Johns bringing breakfast and reports. Go and freshen up, he'll be here soon."

Quickly she grabbed her things and rushed into the bathroom, coming out ten minutes later, refreshed with her hair in a ponytail and her signature dark red lips. John had a tablet in his hands and his glasses on. He smiled at her as she sat down to put her boots on. John began to read the reports from the Captains. Bank accounts had been drained, their houses and offices cleared out. No sign of the wives or children either. She let out a groan of frustration as she took a bite of her eggs.

"Slade is following up on a lead. He's thinking that it's promising."

"Good. We need good, I'd like to visit my family again. Could you arrange that?"

"Yes, roll out in thirty?"

"Sounds great, thank you."

She finished her breakfast and soon they were leaving to the hospital. They arrived with coffee and treats for her mom and Ya-Ya. Walking into the hospital she saw some of the Bratva men undercover. Arriving at the private area she found her mom with her brother, reading him the sports scores.

"Hey, any improvement?"

"Nothing yet, thank you. How'd it go last night?"

"Well, Uncle John and Uncle Slade said daddy would be proud. I made them see how badass I really can be. Uncle Slade is following up on a dad. Where's Ya-Ya?"

"She's following up on the arrangements you've made for Pop-Pop."

"She has security?"

"Yes."

"Good. Are they taking care of you? Why are the not in the same room yet?"

"They will be this afternoon the head nurse said."

"Okay, I'll be back then, I'll go and check on daddy."

"See you soon."

In her father's room she sat next to him, holding his hand. She had held his hand many times before but never truly looked at his hands. He had scars on his knuckles, calluses on his hands and they were way larger than hers.

"Well, I showed the men my true colors last night. Nick now knows all my secrets, well not all of them, but he knows what I can do. He was impressed so was Uncle Slade and Uncle John. You need to come back soon daddy, the men don't respect me enough since I am a woman. I love you and I will do everything in my power to bring those bastards to justice. I'll try and come back soon, I'm going to hit the streets and I'll find them. See you soon daddy," she said kissing his forehead. Down the hall she said bye to her mom handing her a tablet and laptop. Her mother hugged her tight and soon they left.

"Hope, Slade called the man's not talking," John said.

"Oh? Take me to him."

Soon they arrive at the warehouse, the men nodded at her as she walked in. Slade saw her and walked towards her as he wiped his bloody hands on a towel.

"Hope, I have nothing. He won't say a word."

"Who is he?" She asked rolling her sleeves up.

"He is Mike Beale, their eraser. He's made them all disappear with a trace."

"Easy, call my mom have her look into his computer. If it's online either one of us can find it. A moment alone with Nick please."

"Yes Pahkan."

"What is it?" Nick asked.

"What's about to happen is just a fracture of what will happen to you if you ever cheat on me, understood?"

"Hope, I would never cheat on you. "

"I know, also, don't look at me or listen to anything I have to say for the next little while," she said.

"That's fine."

"Good, now I have to get myself in the mindset. Lord, forgive me for what I'm about to do," she takes a deep breath and walks toward the man hanging by his arms. She was toward the man hanging by his arms. She walks up to him checking him out. The man looks down at her.

"Mike Beale, you have made some people disappear and I want them to reappear. Where can I find Pavel and Ivan Zaleski?"

"A woman? You brought a woman?"

There's rage in her eyes as she begins her assault. When the man screamed out Nick turned his back. Almost an hour later she finally got her answers. She walked up to Nick, John poured a water bottle over her hands to clean them of the blood.

"They're nearby, they're holed up at a house in Addington bridge. They're there with a Skelton crew. We hit them tonight and we hit them hard."

They loaded up, leaving the cleanup crew behind to handle Mike's now lifeless body. Nick hands her some clips for her gun and she smile graciously at him. They pull into the gate of Addington Bridge and head to the address Felicity confirmed. It was a moderate size suburban home. It was still a new development, most the homes unfinished. In the driveway, checking thermal images they saw two heat signatures in the house. They split into teams, as they walked towards the house it exploded throwing them all back.

Nick regained his bearings quickly, checking on Hope first. He helped her sit up, leaning her against the tire well as he went to check on the others. He found John pulling men away, he looked back to see Hope stumble as she stood up but caught herself. He made his way back to her grabbing her elbow.

"What the hell happened?" She asked.

"I don't know but we have to get out of here."

"You're right, they were in there Nick, we say them."

"I know we'll discuss back at the house. Get in the car, John we gotta go."

Within minutes they were heading back to their home, all smelling of smoke. At the house those who were injured left, leaving a small group. She dismissed all of them except Slade, John and Nick. When they were alone she paced pulling her ponytail out.

"I want to know what they find. I need to they're dead. Now, it's been a very long day. We all need showers and rest. Go home, call if you hear anything. Other than that I'll see you both at nine am, we'll head to the hospital first."

"Sounds good," John said.

"Hope you look hell."

"Thanks Uncle John, see you guys tomorrow," she said her voice lighter.

Upstairs Nick locked the door behind them as she sat down to take her shoes off, rubbing the soles of her feet. Nick followed suit and soon she was on her way to the shower. She turned the water on and soon began to undress, Nick sat frozen watching her feeling a twitch in his pants. He watched her walk in to the shower and let the water rush over her. Nick broke out of his stupor to join her. In the shower they did their thing, he spotted bruising on her pale skin across her ribs. His blue eyes went dark, she cupped his cheek.

"I'm okay, it's nothing," she said softly.

"You weren't safe. You shouldn't have been there."

"Nick, I'm fine. Let it go. I'm going to bed," she said walking out of the shower and out of his view to prepare herself for bed. He switched the water to cold to help take care of his other growing problem. He emerged from the shower, drying off and putting a towel around his waist. Hope walked out of the closet dressed in one of his t-shirts and gray pajama pants that he swore had little white dogs over them. She gawked at him for a minute and went to the bathroom to finish her nightly routine.

Nick threw on a pair of dark blue pajama pants, foregoing his shirt. He did his nightly check of the bedroom. Hope came out of the bathroom and climbed into their bed. Nick finished and climbed into bed next to her. He rolled over and kissed her sweetly. They soon fell asleep hand in hand. The morning came and they were downstairs eating breakfast. John walked in Slade hot on his heels.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Two bodies were found at the scene. We have their dentals pulled, the bodies were burned to a crisp. Sara's having a contact of hers rush the reports. As soon as we know I'll let you know."

"Okay this isn't over," she said.

"They're dead," Slade said.

"My gut is telling me otherwise. You both always told me to listen to my gut. How soon will we know?"

"This afternoon? Thankfully most files are now all digital."

"Okay good. We're going to spend the day at the hospital. Let us know what you find."

They both nodded leaving Nick and Hope to finish breakfast. About forty five minutes later they and the security team were heading to the hospital. Arriving she was grateful she had dressed down wearing jeans, a gray three quarter sleeve shirt and her chucks. She had brought a sweater with her knowing she'd get cold and a backpack with supplies and snacks. Nick held the backpack, his free hand finding its place on her lower back. When they arrived in the room she was surprised to see her father's bed tilted up and him talking to her mom.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty," she said walking into the room.

"Hey Pahkan," he said his voice hoarse.

"Temporary, until you can get your act together," she said leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, kissing her mom afterwards. "How's JonJon?"

"They have him heavily medicated but he's breathing on his own," Felicity said.

"That's great news," Hope said sitting down on the bed next to her father, she grabbed his hand.

"So what's the news," he asked staring intently at his daughter. She told him everything that had happened since she had been back in Starling City. Nurse came checking on the two, the hours passed, it was mostly spent watching the men sleep. At some point, they ate lunch, Nick and she took a lap around the hall, running into John as he got off the elevator.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey I have early reports. Their dentals are a match. It was them Hope. They're dead," she exhaled a deep breath she didn't realize she was holding in. It was over.

"Did they find out what happened?"

"They're still in preliminaries but it's pointing to a gas main leak. They'll know more once the investigation is complete."

"This is great news John."

"It's very good news."

After walking into the room housing Oliver and Jonathan she gave her parents the great news. Two weeks later Oliver was released from the hospital. A week and a half after that Jonathan was released. Two weeks after that they received confirmation it was a gas main leak. She celebrated the great news.

-3 years later-

"Nick?" she called out walking in from the garage.

"In the kitchen babe," he said as she placed her things on the staircase. In the kitchen she found Nick pulling something out of the oven.

"MMM, smells really good. Is that spaghetti squash?"

"It is," he smiled.

"Are you trying to get lucky mister?"

"Who says I was trying," he said kissing her making her knees weak.

"Cocky are we? I have great news."

"What is it?"

"That project I've been working on for the last year? I finally got a breakthrough. Mom came and played and said what I'm working on is going to help a lot of people."

"That's amazing! I'm so proud of you, I knew you could do it!" He said swinging her around. The doorbell rang and he put her down. "We're you expecting anyone?"

"No, I'll get it."

"Let me, please."

"Okay."

Down the hall Nick opened the door to find a flower delivery man. It was one of the largest bouquet of roses he had ever seen. The poor delivery man was struggling.

"Delivery for Mrs. Leonhardt."

"I'm her husband," he said taking the bouquet.

"Sign here," he said having Nick sign his clipboard. After closing and locking the door he went to the kitchen where Hope squealed with Joy.

"Oh my gosh Nick, you shouldn't have!"

"I didn't," he said laying the bouquet on the island. She searched and found the envelope. Nick went back to the squash to take the "noodles" out. He had looked at her and noticed she was shaking and had gone pale and was struggling to breathe. "Hope?" Nick rushed to her side grabbing her elbow to help her sit down. He took the card out of her hand and read it. His blood boiled.

You thought I was dead

You were wrong

You are mine

You will always be mine

"He's-he's alive Nick," she shuddered out.

He pulled out his cell phone and hit his speed dial one. He answered on the second ring.

"Nick? What's wrong?"

"Oliver, we have a problem."

A/N: So what'd you think? I know it was super long but look at it this weeks, it's kind of two weeks' worth in one chapter.