A/N – Thank you. I know not many have reviewed or followed, but it still means a lot. I honestly didn't think anyone would even look at this let alone read it. So thanks! I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this yet, but I'm hoping it's good!
He paced the room. 2 days she'd been gone. 2 full days. He needed someone to help him out. He'd already snapped at Digg and Sara. Roy hadn't even approached him since she'd gone missing; he was a smart kid really. Oliver was in no way keeping his head on straight. It was all wrong, she was gone.
He'd fallen out with Sara over her inability to hack. He just couldn't contain his frustration with her. She was good, but she was in no way Felicity. Digg had sent him the warning look when he first started sniping at Sara, but it was never going to end well. Oliver could be hot headed sometimes, and this was one of those times. Of course it was one of those times he told himself. She had been taken from him, she was his Felicity. The innocent IT guru that kept him grounded, apologised to him when she didn't need to. Always had a smile on her face when things got tough because from her point of view, for some strange reason, she believed in him.
It had been 2 or so hours since Digg had stormed out the foundry. They'd argued about how Oliver was losing his control, his way of doing things. How could he stay in control whilst she was gone? He'd spent the first hour training. He'd promised himself that he wouldn't kill anyone, but where Felicity was concerned he never kept that promise. He'd proved that with the count. His was preparing himself for a fight. Whether there would be one, he wasn't sure.
The next hour was spent with him trying to clear his head. He couldn't save her if he was thinking clearly. That's when his phone rang. It was a withheld number. A think Russian accent boomed through the phone, "Hello Mr Queen. I believe I have something of yours," Digg and Sara had just walked through the door, Oliver held his hand up to them to silence any further noise, "she's quite the gem isn't she? Your Felicity. She's quite the feisty one too, I can see it. Got more strength to her than she thinks."
Oliver was getting bored quickly, "What do you want? Money?"
"Money, Mr Queen, is no issue of mine. I need you to do me a favour. A few weeks ago, you destroyed my business. People won't approach me, they won't buy my products. How am I supposed to make a living? You need to get it back for me, or the girl is gone. You won't see her again." He was calm but threatening.
"What is this product you want me to retrieve for you? Where is it?" Oliver asked quickly.
"Already agreeing to the job are we Mr Queen?" The Russian asked amused.
"I want details before I agree. And I want proof of life." Oliver demanded.
"Fine, fine. We both know you'll agree to it anyway. Can't let Miss Smoak be put in harm's way now can we? When you took me down, as The Arrow. Yes, I know exactly who you are. The cops took all my product away. They must have it put away in the evidence lockers or something. I want you to get it for me. Once you've done that we'll exchange, packages, shall we say? I'll give you more details along with proof of life later." Before Oliver could answer the Russian hung up.
Oliver slammed his mobile on the table. Digg and Sara would still stood in silence just watching him. He was furious. "You got a plan, or you just gonna stand there feeling sorry for yourself?" Digg asked.
"Don't start Digg. I knew this was my fault. I'm just gonna have to grit my teeth and do the job. I'll catch the guy after I know Felicity is back here, safe with us." Oliver said, understanding why Digg was still hostile.
"Are you sure?" Sara asked. "It's not like Felicity would want you to do this. Put this guy back on the street active." Sara added.
"Right now, we don't know what Felicity would want, because she's not here Sara. I can fix this. After I've got Felicity back, I can deal with this Russian guy. But before that I need to know she's safe. I need her back here." Oliver was practically pleading for them to understand now.
Sara recognised that face. The anguish, the guilt. Oliver loved Felicity, whether he was ready to admit it or not was another story. "She'll be okay." Sara tried to reason. Softening her tone.
"We don't know that for sure." Oliver stated.
"She's Felicity." Digg told him. "She's stronger than we give her credit for. And she can kick ass just as well as the rest of us. It might be in cyber space, but she still kicks ass." Digg reasoned.
As Digg finished his sentence Oliver's phone pinged. He picked it up immediately. As he unlocked it and opened the message a picture of Felicity came up on the screen. She looked okay. Not brilliant but okay. The room she was in looked incredibly grey, but as far as he could see she was unharmed. She was still wearing the same clothes as the last time he saw her. For some reason it enraged him. He should just be happy she was in one piece, but he couldn't. His Felicity was in danger, and he knew it was because of him.
"Ollie?" Sara asked.
Oliver just slammed the phone down in front of her and Digg and stormed out of the foundry with his gear. He needed to see someone and he couldn't do it as Oliver Queen; he had to be The Arrow. He was going to get his Felicity back if it was the last thing he did.
Oliver was waiting outside the station in an alley way. It was late, and extremely dark out, even the street lights weren't much help. Lance was just exiting the station. Oliver followed him down the street until Lance turned a corner and was out of sight of prying eyes. "Detective, we need to talk." Oliver spoke as The Arrow.
Lance froze and turned on his heel quickly. "What do you want? I thought we spoke through our mutual friend?" Lance questioned.
"That's the problem Detective. Our mutual friend isn't here for us to communicate through." Oliver's whole being tensed as he spoke the words aloud. Each time making the realisation more fresh and true.
"What's wrong with Miss Smoak, is she hurt?" Lance questioned worriedly. Although he hadn't ever admitted it out loud, Felicity was like a daughter to him. He felt a certain protectiveness of her, a fondness. He put it down to her being roughly the same age as Laurel and Sara, and having some similar qualities to them, such as her stubbornness and her ability to apply herself to a cause she believed in.
"Miss Smoak was taken 2 days ago. We have yet to find out how or when exactly, but we will find out." Oliver replied.
"What do you need from me? My help? I'm sure you can do more on your side than I could ever dream of doing from mine." Lance stated confused.
"I need you to do something for me Detective. The man who took her has been in contact. He wants me to steal something. From what I can tell it's dangerous. And I believe our paths may cross."
"I'm still not getting this Arrow. Why exactly have you come?" Lance was bewildered.
"It's a pre-warning. I may have to ask you to do me a favour. And it could get you into a difficult situation." Oliver was starting to get frustrated with all the questions.
"I want to know the details. Do you have proof that Miss Smoak is even okay?"
"Miss Smoak as of recently id fine, as far as I have seen. The details to the job I may have to carry out will not be shared with you unless I deem it necessary, or until closer to the time. Go home Detective, but be ready for my call." With that Oliver scaled a building and was out of sight before Lance could reply.
"Well, It was nice to see you too I suppose." He spoke sarcastically.
A/N – Again, thank you for the follows. Any input, thoughts or help is hugely appreciated. Thank you also to the guest reviewer for helping me out! Hope you are enjoying it.