I suck. And I know it. But my New Year's resolution is to spend 30 minutes each day writing (so far, so good.) This is short so I promise I'm posting the next chapter in a few minutes. It just didn't make sense to merge the two chapters. This one is short but it packs a huge punch. All of you wanted inside Oliver's head.

Enjoy!

Oliver's fist cracked the drywall and his roar of fury echoed loudly in the basement of their lair. Dig stood by silently with crossed arms and tight lips. Only the tension radiating off of him betrayed his perfect poker face. Roy vibrated with nervous energy as he watched his mentor lose his temper.

"It's been four hours!" Oliver bellowed in frustration, turning and knocking the head of a training dummy clear off its shoulders.

Four hours. Four of the longest hours of his life. Oliver had been shipwrecked on an island with deadly enemies for two years. He had been tortured for days on end. But the last four hours had felt immeasurably longer and harder to endure.

"Queen, four hours is nothing in a case like this. You know that, I know you do." Lance's voice crackled over the speakerphone. "The sketch will be finished within the hour and then we'll post if everywhere. You'll be the first person to see it. If you recognize the face then we have somewhere to go. If you don't then we start to dig into her past."

He was right, of course. Lance would do everything in his power to bring Felicity home. Because at some point he'd started thinking of her as a daughter. And even hell couldn't stop a man like Lance from protecting his daughters.

And there was nothing that would stop Oliver from finding her.

Oliver tapped his fingers impatiently as the file loaded on her computers. It had taken another hour for them to finish the sketch. Lance had insisted on making sure it was as close to perfect as possible. Even so, they both knew just how inaccurate eyewitness sketches could be.

"Breathe, man." Dig admonished beside him. His hands curled into fists but he forced himself to take several deep breaths.

"It's done!" Roy announced from his spot in Felicity's chair. His eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know him. He's not a heavy from the Glades and we haven't fought him, at least not while I've been on the team."

Oliver's teeth ached as he ground them together. The man in the sketch was a stranger. Dark, handsome features made the man unforgettable. Oliver wouldn't have forgotten that face.

"Dig?" Roy questioned. The man shook his head miserably. "Boss?"

Oliver's eyes snapped shut. He had feared the guilt that he would feel if her attacker had been from his own past. He'd take the guilt over the confusion and uncertainty he now felt.

"I don't know him." He whispered desperately. "Call Lance. Tell him to get a rush on those DNA results."

He fought for control as he cleared yet another empty warehouse in the Glades. They were running out of places to look. He knew that she'd be so happy that he'd discovered three crack dens, two human trafficking rings and four gun caches in his search for her. The police force was split between cleaning up after him and looking for Felicity.

He wondered if she'd be surprised that for a moment in each warehouse he'd considered leaving the criminals alone. Would she be disappointed that he was so focused on finding her and so desperate that everyone be looking for her, that he considered leaving all of those victims to rot until she'd been found?

Lance's voice was in his ear as his squad cleared all abandoned homes on the west side of the Glades. Roy and Dig had already cleared the east.

"She's not here." Taunted him repeatedly as every hiding place was searched and every white panel van was pulled over.

As he ran across the rooftops he began to feel the panic build. If she wasn't in the Glades and she hadn't been taken by one of his enemies, then just where the hell was she?

Short, I know. But any thoughts?