It was the second day that Emma was staying home and she was bored as hell. She was like a lion in a cage, restless. She tried to keep herself occupied but her mind was somewhere else. Felicity had left an hour ago, still trying to convince Emma to come with her as she had stood in front of the door. But Emma had told her that it would be best if she stayed home just a bit longer. Things needed to blow over and if she had gone back already, it would have only added oil to the fire. She was still mad at Oliver… Ok so maybe mad was a big word but she was still disappointed in the way things were turning out.

Felicity arrived on the sidewalk of the club at the same time as Oliver. She had tried to stay indifferent to what was happening but even though she had known Oliver longer than Emma, Emma was her best friend and she couldn't help but partially take her side.

"Good Morning Felicity", said Oliver as they briefly stopped before entering the building.

"Morning".

"How is Emma"?

Felicity swallowed. Did she lie or tell the truth? "She's confused".

Oliver nodded. "She's not returning my calls". He had tried to call her numerous times since the party and the only sound of her voice he heard was her voicemail. He had thought about heading over there but he figured that if she wasn't picking up or returning his calls, that she would obviously not open the door. It surprised him… generally he would march over there and discuss things, but she had gotten under his skin and it somehow messed with his head and his judgement.

"You really thought she was going to go along for the rollercoaster ride of emotions you are putting her through"?

"I really hoped it would have blown over by now".

Felicity shrugged. She would have thought so too, but it was clear that Emma was trying to get a message across.

"I think she's trying to make a point".

"Trust me, it's coming in loud and clear".

"Look, it's not really any of my business, but when things do eventually blow over, as you say, it would be a good idea for you to, I don't know, give her an explanation".

Just at that moment, a van came to a screeching halt in front of them. 4 men came out masked with guns pointed at both.

One of the guys looked at Felicity. "Get down on the floor"!

Felicity quickly looked at Oliver. He nodded, telling her to follow their instructions. He knew that if he tried the slightest thing, they could take Felicity down.. he wasn't going to risk that happening.

"Khodimo"! was all Oliver heard before a black sack was placed over his head, a plastic band tied his hands together and he was pushed into the van.

A few minutes after the van disappeared, Felicity rose to her feet and ran into the club, heading for their HQ!

As she headed down stairs she quickly called Emma.

Emma picked up the phone a few miles away as she was pacing the floor of the living room.

"Emma? Emma! Oh my god, they took him, he's gone, they had guns and they took him"!

Emma stopped pacing. "Whoa.. Felicity calm down, I can't make sense of what you're saying. What happened"?

"They took him"!

"Took who, Felicity"? said Emma as she started to panic.

"Oliver! Emma they took Oliver"!

Emma blinked a couple of times. "Is John with you"?

"I don't know. I'm on my way downstairs. Emma what do we do"?

Emma grabbed her coat, purse and keys and walked out of the apartment. "Pull up the surveillance camera recording. I'm on my way"!

Emma didn't have time to walk.. she quickly hailed a taxi.

"Verdant night club and step on it", she told the taxi driver the minute she closed the door.

When Felicity arrived downstairs, John was there. She quickly explained to him what had happened and he headed outside to see if he could find any evidence that had been left behind. But after a thorough investigation he could find nothing. He went back inside.

Emma arrived a few minutes later. Felicity stood and hugged her. "What are we going to do"?

John said hi to Emma. "I couldn't find anything outside. We are at an impasse on this one. We have no indication as to who took him and why".

"What about the surveillance cameras"? asked Emma as she followed Felicity to the work station.

"Nothing. They were masked. The van had no license plates, not one single indication".

Emma rubbed her forehead. "Play it".

They watched and Felicity was right, there was nothing that they could work with. But Emma was not ready to give up. "Play it again".

Felicity looked at John. "Emma there is nothing".

"There's got to be something.. We are just not seeing it. Felicity, please, just play it again".

Then realizing that there was nothing to see, Emma decided to listen but this time taking away her sight. She closed her eyes and listened attentively.

"Stop"!

Felicity pushed paused. "What"?

"Go back just a little".

Felicity rewound and pushed play again.

"There"!

Felicity's eyes searched Emma. "What"?

"It's faint but I hear something. Did they say anything when they were with you"?

"They just told me to get down on the ground, after that I kind of panicked and stopped paying attention".

"I need you to isolate the voices, they're too low, I can't make out what is being said".

Felicity typed away on her keyboard and isolated the different sound elements and played again the recording.

"Get down on the floor….. Khodimo"!

John looked at Felicity and Emma. "What the hell does that mean"?

Emma sighed. "It's Ukrainian for Let's go".

Felicity looked at Emma. "Ukrainian? Why would Ukrainians take Oliver"?

"I don't know. But at least it's a lead. What's even more interesting is that they took Oliver…not the Arrow".

"So, you think it's personal"? asked John.

Emma shrugged. "Do either one of you know of anything in Oliver's past or in regards to Queen's Consolidated that has a link with Ukraine"?

Felicity typed away hoping to find some kind of link. "There's nothing in regards to Queen's Consolidated and as for Oliver's past, I'm clueless. So, what do we do now"?

Emma stood and started pacing the floor thinking about what the next steps could be, as Felicity and John watched. Then like a light that turned on inside of her she stopped.

"The Bratva! Of course why didn't I think of it".

John who was more than aware of Oliver's involvement in the Bratva was intrigued. "Isn't the Bratva Russian"?

Emma shook her head. "No, not just Russian. The Ukraine and other Ex-Soviet Union countries have their own branch".

"So, you think this is some kind of feud between Bratvas"?

"Could be. John, you went with Oliver in the past to his Bratva contact here in Starling City right"?

"Yes, why"?

"Because I think we need to pay them a little visit", said Emma.

Felicity shifted uneasily in her chair. "You've gone crazy"!

"Felicity's right. I've been with Oliver, those guys will kill you on the spot if you're not Bratva. They don't play games".

Emma squinted her eyes for a moment. "Felicity, I need you to hack into town's Civil Records".

"What for"?

"I think I've got an idea".

Felicity very quickly hacked into it and waited for Emma's instructions. "Ok. So what now"?

"Go to the marriage records and pull up any recent certificate".

John looked at Emma puzzled.

"Why do we need a marriage certificate"?

Emma smiled. "Because Oliver and I got married 6 months ago"!

"Wait, you and Oliver aren't married".

"You have a very short memory Felicity. You were my maid of honor, surely you remember our wedding"!

John was even more puzzled as to where Emma was going with this. "I still don't see the link with what's happening to Oliver".

"Oliver is a Bratva Captain. Family is important to the Bratva, meaning that if I show up as his wife, I'll be entitled to the same protection and privileges as Oliver".

"Damn that's pretty smart and badass".

"There you go Mrs. Queen, you're all set".

"Fantastic! Now I need a printed copy of that. My word won't be sufficient and they'll want proof".

Once the certificate was printed, Emma took it and folded it. "John, you remember where this place was"?

He nodded.

"Okay, let's go, but first we need to go do some shopping".

"Shopping", he asked intrigued.

"Naturally, no respectable wife wouldn't be seen without a beautiful engagement and wedding ring".

With that they left Felicity, who could hardly believe what had just happened. She blinked a couple of times at the faked certificate on her screen. "Oh my god! I just married Oliver and Emma".

"You sure this is the place"? asked Emma as they sat in the car facing the metal door.

"Trust me, I wouldn't forget this place. You want me to come with you"?

"You have to. Especially after what happened to Oliver, I would want extra protection".

She inhaled deeply and then exhaled and got out of the car. She walked the few steps that separated it from the metal door and realized her hands were shaking as John pulled it open.

Inside, it was dark and smelled oil and grease.

Three men were working on a car and stopped immediately as she and John walked to the middle of the garage. John was right they didn't look very friendly.

"Can we help you"?

Emma swallowed. "Ya ishchu Alexi Leonnov". (I'm looking for Alexi Leonnov)

"Chto ty khochesh'"? (What do you want?)

"Ya Oliver Queen zhena". (I'm Oliver Queen's wife).

Alexi looked at her briefly.

"Vy yego zhena"? (you are his wife?)

Emma nodded and pulled out the certificate and handed it to Alexi. He in turn took it, unfolded it and read it.

"ya vizhu". (I see)

He handed it back to her and looked at John. "Follow me", he said as he headed towards another door.

They arrived downstairs in a dark, quiet room. "So, what can I do for you Mrs. Queen"?

"I need your help. My husband has been abducted and I have a very strong impression that he was taken by the Ukrainian Branch of the Bratva"!