Alright this one has some slight suggestions of physical violence, but that's it nothing happens because frankly I couldn't write that well ever.

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Chapter 10: Time to meet the Hood

4 months ago…

Rose had just threatened to take away my future and maybe even Oliver's if I didn't comply. So I complied I agreed to whatever she wanted from me because I now had a plan I was going to get out of this deal with Rose and ARGUS without going to prison. I had my own mission and that mission was going to require Oliver Queen's help. I knew all the facts he had spent time as an ARGUS lapdog same as me. He was caught up in the same mess that I was, he was taken and forced into serving ARGUS against his will. He would understand, he had to understand that I didn't have a choice and the moment I felt something for him I tried to walk away. He had to know that that I never intended for him to get hurt least of all for him to be hurt by me. I had spent the rest of my day walking around Starling just thinking and planning. I mean how does one really plan to stalk the Hood and then get him to agree to help you take out ARGUS.

I went back home after walking around for hours since it did nothing to charge my batteries. Sitting at my desk I had gone through all the files that I had obtained through various means of hacking to form a plan. The Hood went after the 1% of the Starling elite. This was a well known and published fact. I was rubbing my temples once again attempting to find something anything that would get the Hood's attention. I needed his help I just didn't know how to ask for it. I must have gotten lost in my own thoughts because I looked down to see that I had missed two calls and now I had a text message waiting for me to read. Punching in the unlock code and shifting through the notifications I came to the text. It was from Oliver and my heart did a horrible little flip of joy. Yeah Kate was right I did have feelings for this man and I was only starting to realize just how deep they truly ran. The message was simple and sweet.

Felicity… I hope everything's ok, I've tried calling you twice and you didn't answer. That is very unlike you since you are never more than 5 feet away from your phone. Call me. I miss you. I just smiled and replied back to the man who was slowly worming his way into my now slightly open heart.

I'm fine, no need to worry. I was just caught up in work. Give me five minutes and I'll call to have my voice reassure you that I'm just fine.

I pressed send and then realized that Oliver had ended his message with I miss you. This was a first; he never said he missed me before. Sure he had sent me a few texts before but that was usually during work hours when he knew that I was wasn't going to answer the phone. He always ended with Call me. That was it never anything else. So what made this time different what made him miss me. Before I knew what I was doing I had sent him another message. I broke down yet another wall that I knew should have remained standing.

I miss you too.

I stood up from the desk and walked out to the family room and settled into my couch. This was another routine that I had picked up in the past two weeks. Oliver called everynight like clock work. He was always calling around the same time every evening. So I started getting myself comfortable on my couch with my legs curled beneath me and a few candles lit in the background. I had my favorite afghan draped across my lap and my phone at the ready. We would start off slow with the usual hi how are you how was your day. Then we would move into less familiar territory. He often had picked up on something from earlier in the day at the coffee shop and wanted more details. I too had subjects that required a more in-depth answer. We would then spend an hour to 2 hours just talking, laughing, and exchanging stories. The calls always ended before I was ready but I knew that the next night I would get another chance to connect with Oliver Queen.

I pressed the contact labeled and pressed send. He picked up half way through the first ring. He really had missed me. "Well Hi there, I was worried about you. You always pick up when I call." I adjusted the phone against my ear and smiled as I played with the fraying ends of the afghan. "Well I'm sorry to have worried you but I was working and lost track of the time. I swear it won't happen again." My voice was as usual betraying me by exposing my growing feelings with each word that was uttered. "Good because the next time I won't send a text I'll just show up at your door." His voice was hard, determined and slightly amused by this whole situation. "Well if I knew that's all it would take I would have missed a few calls days ago." I hoped it came out as a joke but in my head I was thinking how wonderful it would be if he was here with me instead of on the phone. I was waiting for his response when I heard a rustling in the background. It sounded like leafs moving up against a window or some other hard surface. I kept listening until I could hear another man muttering in the background and then I heard a whoosh of air being released from his throat. I froze Oliver was calling me as the Hood. This was my shot. I could find him and "meet him" as the Hood. I ran towards my bedroom and fired up the computer. Getting all my materials in place I plugged in his number and started to track his phone.

I just needed 30 more seconds and I'd have his location. He chose that moment to respond. "Sorry for the delay I thought I heard something. Also Felicity if you'd rather see me and talk to me than all you have to do is ask." I grinned for two reasons. First being I had his location and the second being he stated if I wanted to see him I just had to ask. "Well than I'd like to see you tomorrow evening for our nightly chat." That must have caught him off guard because I could hear the sharp intake of breath before he exhaled and responded "Sure we'll set it up tomorrow morning at Luca's?" I was nodding for what reason I don't know and biting my lower lip when I said "Good I think I would enjoy spending my nights with you…" I blushed about 10 shades of red when I realized what I had just come out of my mouth. "I didn't mean like spend the night as in like sleeping together I meant just together sitting, and talking and oh I'm going to shut up now. I was still blushing and hiding my face in my hands when he responded by chuckling "Felicity remember 3…2…1. I knew what you meant and I think I too would enjoy spending my nights with you as well." You could have knocked me over with a feather due to my utter shock at his last statement. I had forgotten how to form words much less speak. "Felicity are you still there?" "Felicity?" I heard him calling my name and finally snapped back to reality. "Yes Oliver I'm here I was just taken aback by your last statement. Now before I say anything else mortifying I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow and Oliver…" His response was fast "Yes Felicity"

"I'm happy that we're doing this. I'll see you tomorrow." His response made my entire night worth it. "I'm happy too. Good night Felicity." With that the call ended and my mission for the evening started. I stood up and found whatever would serve as hunting the Hood wear. I found a pair of black jeans and a black sweater to match. I figured all those spy movies I watched growing up should have some clues as to how one tracked an arrow wielding vigilante who you were harboring secret feelings for. I got into my car and headed towards the last known location of the Hood. Since I had pinged his phone or whatever communication device he was using I was able to follow his signal as he moved throughout the Glades for the last two hours. I parked under an overpass and waited. I kept my eyes to the skies since according to the papers he liked to make an entrance by appearing out of nowhere. I about jumped out of my skin when the little dot that stood for his position got decidedly closer to mine. I really wish the reason however was less dire. I looked around to see what had caught his attention. At first I could only see two men coming towards my car. They were both burly tall men dressed in rumpled clothing and most likely hadn't bathed in days I turned around to see that another group of men was also heading towards me but this time there were three and they were slightly less burly and more rail thin. I assessed the situation in my head. I had taken a few self defense classes when I was a teenager I mean living in Vegas a girl has to be prepared. I also knew that my chances of taking out five grown men wasn't very high.

I checked my purse and found the pepper spray was full and that I still had a metal nightstick stashed away in my glove compartment. I grabbed the weapons I had and bolted from the car door heading the other direction of the looming goon squad. I ran as fast as I could but to no avail. They had split up and taken different directions effectively surrounding me once I was near the clearing. I saw the lights of a police cruiser about 2 miles away from my current location. All I had to do was reach that car and I was home free. I took off in a fast and frenzied run, running faster and faster I thought I was making great progress. That was until my body collided with one of the men who was stalking me like prey. His body slammed into mine with a force that I couldn't believe. I started to fall backward due to the sheer force of his body coming into contact with mine. I was falling my breaths were coming out rapid and shallow due to the exertion of running for my life. I was almost to the ground when the man grabbed me and hauled me forward. I could smell his alcohol laced breath, as his mouth inched closer to mine. The yellow stains on his teeth and the oily sheen of his face came into view the closer his face came to my own. I knew what he intended to do to me and I knew what the other men who were now surrounding me intended to do. I attempted to look scared and started pleading for my life. I begged and whimpered hoping they'd think I wasn't worth the effort. His hand was moving towards the patch of skin that was now exposed between my sweater and my jeans. I could feel the gnarled skin of his blunt fingertips as he trailed them along the skin and down starting to reach beneath the black material reaching for my underwear. I knew it was now or never. I could feel the bulge in his pants beginning to grow and lengthen signaling that I had to make my move sooner rather than later. When he angled his head down to my neck and his other hand started to travel up my back I shoved my knee into his penis achieving contact. His hands released my now trembling frame as he shouted out "You bitch" in agony stumbling back towards his fellow goons. I then using my free hands sprayed the whole bottle of pepper spray into various male faces then I took off running faster than I even knew that I could go.

My body ached from the run, my lungs felt as if they were burning with each breath I strained to take. I thought it was only two miles but I now realized it was more like 10 or 12. I was never going to reach that car before those other men caught up to me. My panic became more frenzied when I lost my footing and stumbled down to the ground with a loud huff. I attempted to stand but realized that I couldn't due to having sprained my ankle. I was now unable to do more than limp the remaining 5 or 6 miles and that's when I heard them the men had once again caught up to me and were closing in. I braced myself for the assault, I was smart and resourceful I was going to get out of this, I wasn't going to let those bastards rape me and leave me for dead. I could hear the shouts and the grunts as they got closer to my position. I attempted to hide myself behind a few trash cans that were nearby. I could almost smell their collective dirt and grime when I heard one of the men call out. "Hey little blonde girl come out come out wherever you are…" Another one chimed in with "We just want to have a little fun who knows you might enjoy it." I sincerely doubted it. They were almost upon me I braced myself holding the nightstick and ready to beat the living shit out of any man who dared touch me again. I was ready to scream when I heard one of the men's bodies fall with a loud thud into the first trashcan. I heard two more bodies fall and then the fourth. I tensed that meant there was one man left. Maybe he had taken out the other four so he wouldn't have to compete for his reward. I shuddered at the mere thought and once again braced myself for the impending attack. It never came. I heard footsteps coming closer to my hiding spot. I heard a grunt, and what sounded like a pissed off release of air coming from someone's throat.

My body was in full panic mode now, my body was starting to freeze from the shock that I was starting to enter into. My adrenaline was gone and all that remained was bone numbing fear. What had I been thinking coming out here alone no less. If I got out of this I was going to take more self defense classes, I was going to learn to shoot a gun hell I was going to think before I spoke. My mind had begun to run away without me when I saw that the man who had stopped the other four wasn't the first attacker he was Oliver. There he was wearing his leather green get up and holding his bow. He looked angry, pissed off and feral. He wasn't the Oliver I had gotten to know he was the Hood. He was a killer who was hunting his prey. All that changed however when he bent down and saw my face. His eyes shielded by the green blackish paint softened and the killer I had seen in them before was gone and replaced by Oliver, my Oliver. He was here holding a gloved hand against my face staring down at me with shock and anger. He was repeating something over and over again but I couldn't hear him. My body started to shake and I knew I was going into shock. Before the world blacked out around me I put my hand to his and whispered softly "Oliver, thank you." Than my world went dark.