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John Diggle and Moira Queen were waiting for Detective Lance in the Queens' living room. "Detective, thank you for coming so quickly."

Lance nodded. "Of course. If I had known he would call so quickly, I would have just have stayed here. What did he say?"

"I will let my son know that you're here," Moira Queen said, reaching for the baby phone, just as Abigail began to cry. "And I will take care of my granddaughter." With an apologetic look she left the room.

Diggle nodded , holding up a syringe for Lance to see. "That's the antidote for Mrs. Queen. He deposited it at Verdant and called us."

Lance looked at him, confused. " Why did he do that?"

"He wants to punish Mr. Queen and our friend, the Arrow, with it. His brother was killed because of Mrs. Queen. He wants us to have the antidote and still be unable to save her."

"That evil bastard", Lance cursed.

Diggle nodded. "We have to find her quickly, she won't be able to hang on much longer."

"I know, Mr. Diggle, but we have absolutely no leads. I couldn't talk to his psychiatrist, no one has seen him for weeks", Quentin Lance answered angrily.

"She gave us a clue." For a moment Diggle clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. "Starling Wood."

Lance looked at the bodyguard. The whole matter seemed to affect the man just as deeply as the rest of the family. He might not be on a first name basis with the Queens, but their relationship was definitely more than just that between employer and employee.

"Pretty brave of Mrs. Queen."

"Brave yes, but also stupid. It didn't end well for her", Diggle said firmly.

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't see it, but Mr. Queen told me. He hit her hard in the face and when she was down, he kicked her until she didn't move any longer. Then he cut the connection."

Lance froze for a moment. Oliver Queen had had to watch his wife being tortured without being able to do anything to help her. A shiver ran down the detective's spine as he remembered the Dollmaker case, where he had to helplessly watch as his Laurel almost became the next victim of this madman.

"I'll alert every available rescue unit right away", he promised.

"And I will activate my contacts as well. There has to be a map showing every hut or other structure for wanderers etc.", Diggle said, grabbing for his phone as well.

Oliver heard Abigail starting to cry and went straight to her, picking her up out of her crib. "Shhhhhh, my angel, it's alright. You miss your mommy, don't you? Believe me, I miss her to, even if she's only been gone for a few hours." He sat down in the armchair with Abigail and the little girl stopped crying and looked up at her daddy with her big blue eyes.

Holding Abigail tightly in his arms, Oliver started to cry. "Abby, I don't know how to get through this. I don't know if I can find your mommy in time. A bad man has taken her away from us. I…. I feel so helpless. I've never been so afraid in my whole life…"

Moira Queen was standing at the door and her heart seemed to skip a beat at the scene in front of her. After all her son had been through, this was the first time that she saw him cry. She stepped into the room, went over to him and wordlessly embraced him. Oliver's tears flowed faster and he started to sob. "Mum, I don't know what to do. How can we go on, if we can't find her in time?"

Moira tightened her embrace. "Oliver, you will find her, I'm certain of that, but you have to stay strong – for Felicity and Abigail."

"I know, but it's so damn hard… she's suffering, Mom, and it's all my fault…"

Moira looked at him, confused. "Oliver, none of this is your fault…"

"I am the Arrow", Oliver blurted out. He had no idea why he told her right now, but it seemed like the time had come to let his mother know of his double life. Maybe it was the fear that Felicity wouldn't come back and he'd have to raise Abby on his own. What if someday one of his missions went terribly wrong? Abby would be all alone then.

"I know, Oliver", his mother answered with a sad smile.

Oliver moved out of her embrace and looked at her. "You know?"

Moira Queen nodded. "I have suspected it for quite a while now. You knew everything about the Undertaking, you had the list, you started asking questions you'd never have thought of in the past and you constantly came up with excuses to disappear. Malcolm told me later. God, Oliver, I'm so sorry for shooting at you."

"That doesn't matter now."

"Who else knows, apart from Felicity and Malcolm?" his mother asked.

"John Diggle", Oliver answered.

"Has Felicity been kidnapped by one of your enemies?" Moira asked, appalled.

"Yes, the worst one of them. Mom, I…." Oliver said through clenched teeth and then stopped in mit-sentence.

"Oliver, you have changed so much in this city, don't give all of that up now. Be strong, just like you have been one every one of your missions. You are a hero, Oliver. Do you remember the fairy tale I used to read to you?" Moira stroked his hair.

"The Glass Mountain", for a moment the memory put a small smile on Oliver's face.

"Yes. You always admired the prince, because he never gave up. And that's your job now, Oliver. Don't give up."

"Thanks, Mom", Oliver said, giving his mother a grateful kiss.

"I love you, Oliver, and no matter what happens, I will always be there for you. And now give me Abigail, Detective Lance is downstairs talking with Mr. Diggle about the next steps."

Oliver placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead. "I will find your mommy, Abigail, I promise."

When she woke up, Felicity's head was throbbing. She tried to move but a stabbing pain in her ribs stopped her immediately.

"You really shouldn't move too much. The more you move, the faster the poison will spread through your body and we want to give your husband a fair chance, don't we", a voice said directly beside her. Slowly and carefully Felicity turned her head and saw Jonathan very close beside her. Disgustedly, she turned her face away from him.

"Look at me!" he yelled at her. Felicity flinched, making her ribs and head ache again.

"It wasn't nice of you to give your husband a clue. Now I have to think of a way to punish you for that."

Felicity's heart started hammering and her eyes filled with tears. "No, please."

A smile appeared on Jonathan's face. He loved it when his victims started to beg, it gave him a feeling of superiority. He pulled a knife out of his pocket.

Felicity's eyes widened. "Don't, please, I promise I won't say anything else, please…"

"Believe me, this won't hurt as much as when the poison will be eating your body from the inside", he said and dragged the knife across her belly, leaving a bleeding cut. Felicity cried out and tears streamed from her eyes. Oliver had to come and find her quickly, she wanted to go back to her happy little family. That was her last thought before everything turned black and she lost consciousness again.