Sara stood outside of the gym, waiting for Laurel's meeting to be over. She'd just gotten off of morning patrol, and waiting was trying her patience. Slade visiting Oliver's mom had left Felicity searching for him, turning up nothing. Her dad had asked her about Felicity, but all she told him was that she was safe somewhere.

"See you next week." Laurel waved at another woman in the meeting. She turned and smiled, making Sara smile. It had been tough, trying to build a new relationship when their old one was broken so badly. Helping Laurel, getting her to meetings, talking as much as they could it certainly helped.

"I'm starving." Laurel hugged her sister, and they turned to walk to a nearby diner.

"Me too."

"Rough shift at the bar?"

Sara shook her head. "No, just working out. It's been a while so I feel a little tired."

Laurel frowned. "Sara."

She looked at her older sister. "Yes?"

Laurel sighed. "Mr. Wilson told me that Oliver was the Arrow."

Sara shrugged. "I know, you told me. Laurel, you didn't believe him did you?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Ollie is different since the island."

"I would be too if I'd been gone five years... Oh wait."

Laurel blushed. "Sorry."

Sara shrugged, wanting to drop the topic. "I survived. That's all that matters. Ollie survived too." She pulled Laurel to a stop in front of the diner. Sara looked at her older sister, she saw the pain there, and the sadness.

"Laurel. Mr. Wilson kidnapped Thea, he's a master manipulator. He keeps secrets, he wants to hurt Oliver's relationships. It's a move by his company to take over Ollie's. It was successful. Don't let Mr. Wilson hurt your relationship with Ollie"

Laurel nodded. "He made me feel weak and want to go back to the alcohol."

Sara growled internally, cursing Slade to hell and back. She wrapped an arm around her, and started to walk into the diner. "Then don't let him in. You're stronger than you think."

Roy lifted the box of vodka onto the bar, and smiled at Thea. She smiled back and opened the box, counting the bottles. It was inventory day, and he was glad that Thea asked for his help. The rally last night had been a success, and Thea had made him talk to her. He told her that he was sorry for breaking up with her, but that for now he would be there for her no matter what.

"Hello."

They turned, and saw Isabel Rochev walking into the dance floor of Verdant. Roy clenched his fist.

What did the bitch want now?

"Hello Ms. Rochev. I'm afraid last call was at 1 am." Thea smiled sweetly putting the last bottle of vodka on the rack.

Isabel smiled, and Roy wanted to cringe. It seemed so unnatural.

"Actually I'm here to deliver this." She pulled a pink sheet of paper out of her bag, and handed it to Thea. She took it, and gasped. He moved closer, and saw 'Eviction' across the top. His eyes shot up and glared into Isabel's smug face.

"You can't do this."

Isabel raised an eyebrow. "Actually I can. As owner of QC, Verdant is a part of it. Miss Queen, I expect you off the premises by the end of tomorrow. Leave anything my new club manager may require. I'm afraid it'll be going through a face lift, but you'll be able to use the new club soon."

She turned and began to walk out of the door when Thea's question stopped her. "What new club?"

Isabel turned and smiled. "It's called The Shadow Dragon." She walked out of the door, slamming it behind her.

Roy saw red.

He jumped the last few steps and immediately went to his table. Slamming his fist, he bent the metal. Red filled his eyes, and suddenly he was punching, throwing, crashing, doing everything to get out the anger.

He slammed his fist into a concrete pillar, and sank to his knees. This was hell. Some form of torture. Roy clutched his head. Mirakuru had destroyed him, destroyed Felicity's life, Oliver's life had been tortured by it.

How many more would be tortured by this poison?

He looked at his knuckles, the skin beginning to stitch itself closed. Poison. The Viper Venom to subdue him. Tockman's key to use the machine to filter the poison from his blood into others.

Roy stood. There was one way to get rid of this. He walked up the stairs, out the side exit and down the street. A quick run to the Mansion and he had the key. Reaching the train station, he quickly walked up to the teller and smiled.

"One ticket to Central City please."

"Oliver." Felicity groaned, trying to get him away from her.

"Fe-l-i-ci-ty," He responded, grabbing her right foot. "Wiggle your damn toes."

She huffed. "I don't feel like it."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "I could tickle you."

She looked at him, narrowing her eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

He smiled, and lifted his hand to tickle her foot, when an alarm went off on Felicity's computer. She glanced over, and grimaced. "Oliver, I need to see what happened."

He sighed. They were only half way through her stretches, being delayed by a morning of cuddling, and pancakes. Then Oliver's mom calling him to inform him that Slade was at the house, and Thea had lost Verdant. The great morning turned to hell, and Oliver convinced Felicity that stretching was the best remedy. Not that she agreed with him.

Oliver knelt, and gently cradled Felicity, standing to walk to the chair in front of the computers. Once seated, Felicity's hands flew across the keyboard, her brow furrowing.

"Roy bought a ticket to Central City."

Oliver's eyebrows raised. "You're following the team?"

She shrugged. "I'm just making sure nobody is being forced to leave by an eye patch wearing, ex secret service, super strong weirdo."

Oliver chuckled, and then frowned watching the feed from the train station pull up. Roy buying a ticket, his hand wrapped with a bag. Felicity gasped.

"Oliver, he has Tockman's key. The tracker on it is lit up. What is he doing?"

Suddenly Oliver's phone went off. He glanced down and saw his mom's face. He sighed, and quickly answered.

"Hi mom."

"Oliver, the police are here. Asking for you."

His heart pounded. He looked at Felicity, her eyes wide, and her pulse racing.

"Okay. I'm on my way home now."

"Hurry please."

He hung up, and smiled at Felicity. "I have to go home. I'll be back soon okay?" He bent down and kissed her forehead.

"Okay. But don't feed me a lie. I'll try and get you out." Felicity looked up at him, face determined.

He smiled. "I haven't done anything wrong."

She sighed. "In our eyes you haven't, but their eyes it's another story."

Parking his Ducati, he frowned at the three police cars in front of his house.

This wasn't good.

Oliver walked through the front doors and into the living room. His mom sat with Walter on the couch,

"Oliver Queen." Officer Lance shook his head, and continued. "You have to come with me."

Oliver stood straight. "Why?"

"You're charged with aiding and hiding a wanted criminal. Officers are searching every Queen warehouse and manifest to see if there is any way you could have hidden Ms. Smoak." Lance looked tired, and upset. His mom gasped, and Walter gripped her shoulder.

Oliver shook his head. "I didn't hide her."

Sorta truth, Lyla was hiding her.

Lance shook his head, and turned Oliver to the detective. "Oliver Queen you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided to you. Do you understand these rights as I've read them to you?"

Oliver smiled. "Yes."

Lance pulled him out to the car, and as Lance put him in the car, Lance whispered to him. "She's safe." The door slammed behind him, and Oliver rested his head back against the seat. God help the police. Felicity was going to be pissed.