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Oliver looked incredulously at Felicity's car and the handbag lying forlorn beside it. This couldn't be real, he had to be dreaming.

"Oliver, we have to call the police", Diggle said, putting his hand on Oliver's shoulder. Oliver nodded, unable to speak. His vision was blurring and there was a strange hissing in his ears. Concentrate, Oliver, come on, concentrate. He repeated the words like a mantra in his head. In all the years this wasn't the first time Felicity had been in danger and every time Oliver felt a sharp pain in his heart. But this time it was different; she was his wife now and the mother of his daughter. If something happened to her, how could he explain that to Abigail? What was he supposed to tell her, when she grew up and asked why their mother wasn't with them any more?

He scrubbed his hands over his face. Not now, push that thought FAR away. He looked at the ground. The contents of Felicity's handbag were scattered around. Everything but her phone.

"Diggle, Felicity's phone is missing."

Diggle looked around. "You're right. Call the police, Oliver. I'll go to Verdant and try to locate it."

The air was getting thin; it was hot and stuffy by the time the car stopped. Felicity could hear a door open and close. Panic rose inside her again, but she tried to hide it, so her attacker would have one less thing to use against her.

The lid of the trunk was opened and Felicity's eyes tried to adjust to the bright sunlight after the darkness of the trunk. Her attacker roughly grabbed her arm. "Babe, we don't have time for that, now get your sweet ass into gear." Count Vertigo's twin cut the zip tie around her ankles and dragged her out of the trunk.

Felicity looked around. They seemed to be deep in the forest. There was no road, only a dirt track leading to a small hut her kidnapper was dragging her towards.

"What do you want from me?" Felicity asked. "Is it money?"

Her kidnapper stopped in front of the door, looked at her and without any warning hit her in the face. Felicity fell to the ground, a metallic taste in her mouth. Blood, she thought.

"Money?" The man looked at her scornfully. "Do you really t think this is about money? Your husband killed my twin brother to save your life. This isn't about money, it's about revenge. Oliver Queen has taken something from me and I will make him suffer just like I have suffered."

Tears pooled in Felicity's eyes as her captor dragged her up by her arm and pushed her into the hut.

"Mr. Queen, what happened?" Detective Lance asked, shaking Oliver's hand.

"My wife has been kidnapped", the billionaire answered, his face expressionless. Lance looked around. The CEO was right, everything pointed to an abduction. Why else would a woman leave her handbag and all of its contents, including the car keys, scattered beside her car?

"When?" Lance asked.

"She wanted to meet Thea almost two hours ago, but she never showed up," Oliver answered. Damn, Thea was still at Big Belly Burger, waiting for his call.

"Have there been any letters lately or was she working on a case for our special friend?"

"No, she has been busy enough with our daughter, she hasn't worked for him for the past three months and there haven't been any threatening letters anything like that either. Her phone isn't here, so she must have it with her, but my sister already tried to call her, it's off."

Lance rubbed a hand across his chin. "Does he know? If the kidnappers don't call I could use some help."

Oliver nodded. Ever since they had worked together on the Nightshift case, Lance had contacted the Arrow a couple of times. Together they had solved quite a number of cases and Lance had gained back his position as detective. He always mentioned the Arrow favorably to the press.

The detective looked at Queen; the former playboy looked distressed. Quentin Lance knew how he must be feeling; he had lost a daughter himself and shortly afterwards his wife had left him. He hoped that they would find Felicity Queen quickly and alive, because Oliver Queen looked like he wouldn't be able to survive the loss.

"Oliver," he said, placing a hand on the man's shoulder," you know I'm not exactly your biggest fan, but I will do everything in my power to find her. You don't deserve having to go through this and neither does your daughter."

Oliver's look was fixed and unfathomable. "Thanks. Please let me know when you find something."

"Of course."

Oliver walked over to the elevator and called Thea.

"Oliver, have you heard from her?" Thea's voice was full of panic.

"She has been kidnapped, Speedy." Oliver closed his eyes as he said it.

"WHAT?!" Now his sister's voice sounded hysterical and choked with tears.

"Speedy, please go home and look after Abigail. I have to clarify some things with the police." He hung up, climbed onto his bike and drove to Verdant.

The hut was small, but clean. A satellite phone and a laptop stood on a table at the window. Her captor came over to Felicity and cut the tight, constricting zip tie around her hands. Felicity carefully cradled her bleeding wrists.

"Strip down to your underwear", he ordered. Felicity looked at him and he noticed the sheer terror in her eyes. "Don't worry, we were twins, but this was more his thing."

She hesitated.

"Do it!" he yelled at her. Felicity flinched and started unbuttoning her blouse.

"What's the pin code for your phone?"

"7512", Felicity answered and took off her pants.

"We are going to skype a little with your husband, but first you're going to deactivate the GPS function. After all, we don't want him to find us." He started to grin devilishly. Felicity felt sick; even if he wasn't Count Vertigo, he sounded like him and he laughed like him.

Oliver had no idea how he had reached he basement of Verdant, his thoughts concentrated on Felicity. Diggle's search hadn't turned up anything. Felicity's phone had to be turned off. Suddenly his phone rang.

"It's Felicity, via Skype."

He took the video call and his blood started to boil when he saw Felicity in her underwear and with a bloody lip. She was trembling and tears were running over her pale cheeks. The picture started to burn itself into his brain and his heart.

"Hello, Oliver Queen", a voice said and the picture moved to show the kidnapper.

Oliver's breath caught in his throat. This couldn't be. He had killed the man, he had seen the autopsy report. Count Vertigo was dead.

"Well, well, someone's pretty surprised", the twin cackeled.

"I killed you", Oliver said incredulously.

"You killed my twin brother, not me!" the man yelled.

"What do you want?" Oliver asked. Slowly his scattered thoughts settled again. He knew that an emotional outburst now would not help Felicity. It was hard, but he tried to hide all of his emotions behind a blank mask.

"What I want?" The man pulled on Felicity's hair and she cried out. The muscles in Oliver's jaw twitched, his free hand clenched into a fist. *No one* laid a hand on his wife.

"What do you think, Oliver Queen? Or should I say Arrow?" The voice sounded just as crazy as that of his brother. "I want to see you suffer for killing my brother to save this little bitch."

Oliver's breathing quickened. "Let her go and tell me where we can meet. Take me instead."

The kidnapper laughed loudly. "But that would spoil the fun." He pulled a syringe out of his jacket. Oliver saw it and a scene flashed before his eyes.

Oliver, not for me, Felicity cried and he lowered his bow. Your problem is with me, not with her. And that's exactly why we're going with plan B now. The syringe filled with Vertigo was a fraction of an inch from Felicity's jugular when the Arrow fired three arrows with lightning speed directly into the Count's heart.

"Let her go", Oliver said, his voice dangerously calm.

"Oh no," the kidnapper cackeled like the devil. "This is a slow acting poison. You have 24 hours to find your wife or she will die." With these words he rammed the syringe into Felicity's body, making her flinch. Her eyes were closed and pain was clearly evident on her face.

"NO!" Oliver yelled.

"Your clock starts ticking – now", the twin said. Then the screen turned black. Oliver sank to the floor, covering his face with his hands.

Diggle came over to him. He had tried once again to locate Felicity's phone, but still without success. He had never seen his partner like this. The bodyguard could see tears streaming down Oliver's face when he let his hands drop to his knees. Oliver's eyes were filled with pain, his hands clenched into fists.