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„Oliver, the GPS is turned off, I can't locate Felicity's phone." Diggle's voice seemed to flip a switch in Oliver's brain. He jumped up, toppled over Felicity's desk with the computers and punched a hole into the nearest glass case with his bare fist.

"OLIVER!" Diggle yelled. "This isn't helping! We have 23 hours left to find Felicity. Keep your rage in check, damn it, and concentrate."

Oliver stopped in mid-punch. "I don't know how to live without her." he admitted. Diggle came over to him. "We will find her."

"How? We have absolutely nothing." Oliver's voice sounded broken.

"First we'll go to the mansion and call Lance. I will call Lyla and ask her to find out everything possible about Count Vertigo's brother. Oliver, look at me. We will find her," Diggle said.

Oliver nodded, but he couldn't help feeling helpless and empty.

Detective Lance arrived at the mansion barely ten minutes after Oliver's call. The situation was serious. They had to find something quickly or Felicity Queen would not survive. He glanced at this watch. Almost two hours had passed, they had only 22 hours left to find her and absolutely no leads. Lance unobtrusively watched Oliver Queen. The man sat on his couch, his three-month-old daughter in his arm. His sister sat beside him, one arm wrapped around her brother. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, just like those of Moira Queen, who kept stroking her son's hair. Oliver Queen looked as if he was only an empty shell, his soul and every emotion had disappeared together with his wife. Lance was very familiar with the feeling. He had been sitting on his couch, just like Oliver, listening to the police telling him that Sara had disappeared together with the Queens and their yacht.

John Diggle came into the room. "Lyla has new information for us." For the first time Oliver reacted, handing Abigail over to his mother and walking over to his friend and bodyguard.

"What has your friend found out?" Lance asked.

"Jonathan and Michael Smith were given up for adoption by their biological mother immediately after birth. They were adopted by Kathleen and Patrick Collins, both doctors. Kathleen had given up her job as a psychologist to raise the twins. They showed noticeable problems from an early age, kicking the dog, putting their hands on the hot stove top, that kind of thing. At the age of six they were diagnosed with a mild form of schizophrenia, which was treated with medication. Up to the age of fourteen that seemed to have worked."

"That doesn't sound good", Lance remarked, pulling a face.

Oliver threw a look at Lance, before his eyes fixed back on Diggle. "What else has Lyla found out?"

"At the age of sixteen they tormented their mother so badly that they had to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital. Michael – Count Vertigo – accepted the therapy with new medication and really worked on overcoming his problems. Jonathan refused and was therefore released four years after Michael. He was very attached to his brother."

"Oh my God", Thea started to sob. "Detective Lance, you have to do something! This man has Felicity and she will die if you don't do something right now!"

Oliver closed his eyes. He couldn't give in to his emotions. He had to stay strong for Felicity and for his daughter. "Diggle", he said, keeping his voice firm, "did Lyla say anything about an address?"

"Jonathan received psychiatric treatment here in Starling City, from a Dr. Wesley."

"I'll check on that right away and talk to the doctor", Lance said. He put his jacket back on and left the Queen mansion.

Felicity lay on the bed, once again tied up. Her wrists had started to bleed again, rubbed raw by the too tight zip tie. Her head was throbbing; she could still hear Oliver's cry and see his face before her eyes. A look of utter helplessness had been in his eyes. Helplessness and fear. Silent tears ran down her face.

Jonathan watched her intently. She was a beautiful woman, but she was the reason for the death of his brother and for that she would soon be dead. Bit by bit the symptoms would appear; headache, painful joints, a terrible burning pain on every inch of skin, as if the body was burning up from the inside. And then the organs would start to fail. He glanced at his watch. Two hours had passed, time for another call. "Blondie, it's time to call your hero."

Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing her hands and pulling her up to sit beside him. Felicity moaned softly from the pain.

Oliver and Diggle were on the way to Verdant.

"Diggle, stop the car, he's calling again."

The bodyguard reacted immediately and brought the Bentley to a halt by the side of the road. With trembling hands Oliver took the call. The first picture he saw made the breath catch in his throat and broke him up inside once again. Jonathan Smith was kissing Felicity, who tried to defend herself, clearly disgusted. He saw her bleeding wrists and swallowed hard.

"Oliver, it's us again and I'm slowly starting to like your wife", the Count's brother said with an evil grin.

"I will kill you and not as quickly as your brother, it will be a lot more painful", Oliver said tonelessly.

Jonathan laughed. "You have to find us first and make it quick, you only have twenty-two hours left before your wife dies. The first symptoms of the poison should appear pretty soon. It will start with a headache, then her joints will start to hurt as if every bone in her body was broken. And that will be child's play compared to what comes next."

"What do you want?" Oliver asked. He couldn't take his eyes off Felicity, who was looking at him through the small screen of the phone with empty eyes, that were red and puffy from crying. She was counting on him.

"I want you to go to Verdant. A package is waiting for you there with the antidote to save your wife. I want you to fail, so that someday you'll have to explain to your daughter, that her beautiful mother", he stroked Felicity's hair and let his hand wander over her scantily clad body, "is dead, because despite having the antidote you were unable to find her in time. I want her death to destroy you, just as my brother's death has destroyed me."

Every touch of Jonathan's hands on Felicity's body felt like the stab of a needle to Oliver. "Felicity, hold on. I will find you. You have to fight."

"Awwww, how touching, I'm going to cry", the kidnapper quipped.

Felicity gathered all of her courage. She knew that Oliver would never find her without her help. "Oliver, Starling Woods", was all she managed to get out before Jonathan hit her so hard in the face that she tumbled off the bed. "You little bitch" he yelled at her, kicking her repeatedly.

"NO! Felicity! Get your dirty fingers off her! I'll kill you!" Oliver yelled into the phone.

The line went dead.

"Felicity…." Oliver whispered helplessly.

Diggle sat stiffly in his seat, unable to move, his hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel. Felicity's and Oliver's cries cut him to the bone; they were his family.

He swallowed hard and tried to keep his voice firm and strong. "Oliver, we have to go to Verdant and call Lance." He was shocked at how wavering his voice sounded, despite his best effort.

"Diggle, I can't do this." Oliver's voice was choked with tears. His friend turned towards him. "Oliver, you have to; for Felicity and for Abigail."

"I feel so helpless, like my mind is completely empty. I can't lose her, Dig."

"Then fight! Oliver, you have fought so much in your life, won so many battles!"

"This is different. I can't get my emotions under control. That has always been my greatest fear; that is the reason I didn't want to fall in love. He's got me right where he wants me."

"No, he doesn't. Felicity has risked her life to give us a clue, so that you can find her and save her. Don't disappoint her." Diggle let out a deep breath. "Don't think that all of this leaves me cold, Oliver. Your cries will haunt my dreams for months to come, but Felicity is counting on us. We have to keep our emotions locked up, they're stopping us from thinking clearly. The most important thing now is getting the antidote and telling Lance that Felicity is being held in Starling Woods."

Oliver knew that Diggle was right, but it was so hard to keep himself under control. Again and again he heard Felicity's cries and saw her kidnapper viciously kicking her. He closed his eyes. "Let's go."