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Oliver looked at his wife and could see his own worry reflected in her eyes.
"Everything looks okay, Mrs. Queen. You haven't torn any stitches in your fall. Next time please ring for a nurse or let your husband help you. He hasn't been away from your side for a second in the last few days."
Felicity smiled at Oliver and the doctor. "I promise."
"That reminds me, I brought breakfast." Oliver jumped up. left the room and returned a moment later with his purchases. "Here's your caffee latte and now you have a choice between croissants, bagels, donuts and tartlets. I wasn't sure what you would like after all that time."
Felicity pointed to the croissants.
The doctor shook his head as he walked to the door. "The two of you can really make one jealous. I hope your marriage will always work that well."
"I hope so too," Oliver replied, feeding Felicity with a croissant. When the doctor had left the room, the CEO threw his wife another concerned look. "Felicity, what happened?"
She lowered her eyes. "I woke up and went to the door, because I couldn't find you, and then I saw the guards outside. Oliver, why are there two cops outside my door? Jonathan Collins hasn't been caught yet, has he?"
Oliver pulled a face. "I'm sorry. Diggle has tried everything to find him with Lyla's help, just like the police. I didn't have the strength to do it, I had to know you're okay first."
"He'll try again, Oliver, and he won't stop until he has found me. That's what he told me before he left." Felicity's voice sounded flat and emotionless.
Oliver took her hand. "I won't let that happen. He'll never lay a finger on my family again. I will find him and he will pay for it."
"Usually I would be against it, but please don't let him get away." There was a pleading look in her eyes that reminded him painfully of the time with Count Vertigo.
"I promise it, babe", Oliver whispered in her ear and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Felicity was doing better every day and after five more days she could be released. She was happy to be back with her family, she just hated hospitals. Oliver had stayed with her day and night, only leaving the hospital for an hour or two when Diggle, Moira or Thea were visiting.
Since she had come home, Oliver had picked up his job as Arrow again. Every night he worked with Diggle in the basement of Verdant to search for Jonathan Collins. Felicity worked from home, trying to find all possible information about him, but without any success. Jonathan Collins didn't seem to exist; no bank account, no car registration, no driver's license, no address, nothing. And there was no one to ask either. Apart from his treating psychologist, who had disappeared, no one in Starling City had a connection to him.
The whole situation terrified Felicity to the point where she hadn't left the house alone since she had been released from the hospital, coming up with one excuse after the other. The thought that Count Vertigo's brother would torture her again stayed with her constantly.
Exhausted, Oliver returned to the mansion. Since Felicity's abduction two weeks ago, he had been on patrol every night. His wife pretended that everything was alright, but he had noticed that she didn't leave the house on her own any more.
Like every night, Felicity was waiting up for him, even though it was already eleven o'clock, and like every night he had to tell her that no one in Starling City had seen Jonathan Collins.
The ringing of Oliver's phone woke the pair of them up in the middle of the night. "It's Detective Lance's number", Oliver said. Immediately both of them sat up in bed and Oliver answered the phone. "Detective, do you have any news in the Collins case?"
"Mr. Queen, excuse me for calling so late, but I thought you'd want to know that we found Dr. Wesley an hour ago."
"Where?" Oliver asked.
"A man walking his dog in in City Park found him, or rather the dog found him in some bushes. The corpse looks as if he must have lain there for about three weeks already. He was taken to the morgue but I don't know anything about the cause of death yet. I'll call you as soon as I have more information."
"Thank you, Detective", Oliver said and ended the call.
Felicity looked at him with wide eyes. "What did Lance want?"
"They found Collins' psychologist, he's dead."
"But that was our only way to find out something about him…" Felicity said in a small voice.
"Hey." Oliver put his arm around her. "We've never given up and we certainly won't give up now. I'll take a look around his office, he has to have a patient file. So far the police hasn't searched his office."
Oliver glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Two o'clock in the morning. He stood up and got dressed.
"I'll come with you, maybe there's useful information on his computer." Felicity got up as well and went over to her wardrobe.
Oliver wanted to protest, but he knew that he would need her help. "Okay, get dressed, I'll inform Raisa."
Felicity looked at him questioningly. "What are you going to tell her why we have to leave at this hour of the night?"
"That you're in pain from your injuries and that I want to get that checked out to make sure you're okay."
"Oliver Queen, you've turned into a pretty good liar", Felicity said, pulling a black shirt over her head.
Before the two of them went to the office of the deceased, they stopped at Verdant so that Oliver could change into his green leather outfit, while Felicity took a look at the security system of the house. There was only one surveillance camera and a doorman at the entrance. There was a door on the roof through which they could get to the psychologist's office.
The Arrow and Felicity stood on the roof of the opposite house. Oliver shot an arrow with a grappling hook, then he pulled Felicity tightly against his side and looked into her eyes. "Hold on tight."
Felicity swallowed. She trusted Oliver a thousand percent, but she'd never get used to moments like this – or she didn't want to get used to them. "Do you remember when I told you in that elevator shaft that I would prefer other circumstances for you to tell me to hold on tight?"
Oliver looked at her questioningly.
"Well, now I know other circumstances, very nice circumstances... decidedly non-platonic circumstances that I really like… I… I mean I would prefer to hold on tight to you in our bed and not have to swing across a roof with you."
Oliver shook his head, grinning. Kissing her, he tightened his grip on her and swung them both to the other roof. When they had solid ground beneath their feet again, he ended the kiss. Felicity felt hot and cold sparks running down her spine. She didn't stop looking into his eyes. "Oliver," she panted, "if we didn't have to search that office, I would ask you to make love to me right here on the roof."
Oliver's eyes began to sparkle. "We can do that afterwards", he said, kissing her again.