Road Tripping

It took a few moments for Felicity to wake up. She was groggy, her head felt like it was full of cottonwool, but at the same time throbbed like she had spent the last night drinking.

The problem with that was that she hadn't drunk enough in the last few months to earn a hangover as she was either at Queen Consolidated or the basement of Verdant. While Verdant did have copious amounts of alcohol, she was usually helping defuse a life or death situation and was therefore definitely not drinking.

Her next problem was that there was an arm wrapped around her waist and if she wasn't mistaken her head was resting on another one. That there was much, much less likely than her drinking. She couldn't help it and she automatically stiffened.

"Felicity?"

"…Oliver…?" Her eyes opened but all she could see was black and becoming confused she went to sit up.

"Don't move," Oliver warned, but it was too late.

"Oww," she moaned, hitting her already tender head on the ceiling and falling back down. She scrunched her eyes closed and waited for the sharp pain to ease back to the steady throbbing. "Just what is going on here?" she demanded weakly.

"We are currently being kidnapped."

Understanding dawned on her. "Are we in the trunk of a car?" Oliver didn't answer but by that point the small space, scratchy carpet and lack of light answered her question for her. The car wasn't moving but that wasn't reassuring. "How…why?" she asked slowly, fighting off the panic. It helped that while she couldn't see Oliver, or anything for that matter, she could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back. No wonder he was holding her, the poor guy would barely be able to fit in the space, let alone with her as well. Felicity could admit she was actually fairly comfortable, but from what she could tell Oliver was hunched around her, legs bent awkwardly and his shoulders at a weird angle so the he wasn't crushing her.

"What do you remember?" Oliver asked.

Felicity scanned her memory. The last thing she could recall was parking her car at work that morning. She was not surprised to find that she didn't remember making it to the office. "I was in the parking garage."

"I was in my office when I got an anonymous email," Oliver said grimly. "They ordered me to meet with them or they'd kill you. Apparently it has something to do with a pending QC project I've never heard of. They injected me with the same drug that they had given you and I woke up in here."

Felicity was silent for a second and closed her eyes because trying to think everything through was making the throbbing worse. "You have a plan, right?"

"Not quite. But I did call Diggle before I left QC."

"Close enough," she sighed.

"How do you feel? I expected you to, you know, talk more." He slightly increased the pressure around her waist to demonstrate his point. History showed that she was prone to over talking when she was in close proximity to him, or all the time actually.

"My head hurts," she answered honestly.

"Did you hit it?" Oliver asked and while Felicity couldn't see him she could picture the look of concern on his face.

"I don't think so."

"It must be the aftereffects of the drug."

"You don't seem to be suffering," Felicity complained. "Except for maybe lack of leg room."

"I'm bigger than you."

"Evidently."

"I mean, they must have given us the same dosage of drug, but because you are smaller the dosage was a lot more potent."

"Oh."

"Just rest, okay. Diggle should be here soon."

The idea was tempting but she forced herself to think. "I take it you have already tried to escape."

"They made a few modifications to the car, the only way to get out is to be let out."

Felicity sighed again and settled in for the wait.

It was ten minutes later when they heard the sound of shouts and gunshots. They both tensed and Oliver instinctively drew her even closer to him.

"Is it Diggle?" Felicity whispered, ignoring the quaver in her voice. "I really hope it's Diggle."

Oliver didn't answer but Felicity felt him clench his fists in frustration. Waiting for someone to rescue him seemed to be very low on his list of favourite things.

The gunshots stopped and the silence was deafening.

"Oliver?" a voice called from outside.

"In here, Diggle," Oliver shouted back and they both relaxed.

A second later and Felicity was greeted with sunlight and fresh air. She squinted, ignoring the new pain that bright light inflicted on her head, and looked up to see a smirking Diggle.

"You two cosy enough in there?" he asked.

"Help her out," Oliver ordered, already pushing Felicity into a sitting position. "She's still under the effects of whatever it was they injected us with."

Diggle immediately reached for her and pulled Felicity out of the trunk. When he tried to stand her up her knees buckled and he swept her up into his arms.

"Whoa there. Felicity, are you dizzy, nauseous?"

"Head hurts," she said again and buried her head in John's jacket against the light.

"We should take her back to the club," Oliver said climbing out of the car.

"Nah, man. The police will be here any minute along with an ambulance. Oliver Queen missing made the news and the police were one step behind me on tracking the car."

"What about Felicity? Any mention in the media?"

"Just that a QC employee was also taken, no names."

"Good. This is all…" he trailed off.

Diggle sniggered, "…Too close for comfort?"

"I can hear you," Felicity complained, voice muffled in the material of Diggle's jacket.

"Come on, let's find somewhere to wait," Diggle suggested, carrying Felicity to the side of the abandoned street. "You can deal with them if you want," he said to Oliver, nodding at the two unconscious men, one hanging out of the driver's side door and the other on the ground.

When the police turned up it was to find the two kidnappers cabled tied and shoved in the trunk of their car with Oliver Queen, his driver and assistant sitting on the curb of the road.