A/N – Thank to all of you following this and adding it to your favourites. Also thanks to my new reviewer. As I said before I'm not entirely sure where this is going yet, but I'm hoping it's good and I don't lose you along the way. Sorry for not updating sooner, I've been busy with college.

Oliver had returned and changed just in time for the call on the computer to come through. First of all he just stared at the thing. Felicity did all this voodoo type stuff. Yeah, he could manage a phone and basic computer skills, but he was never expected to answer it. It wasn't until a year ago at work he realised the damn thing could even ring.

When he finally got himself situated in the chair and answered the call the Russian man came up on the screen. "Felicity!" He exclaimed. Did he voice really sound that tired? He hoped he had covered up his fear for her on his face well enough.

"Hey." She replied in a small voice. She looked so tired and scared. All he wanted to do was destroy this man. He'd get his chance he reasoned with himself.

"Mr Queen. I believe you are not a stupid man. You're not are you?" Olaf asked, stepping in front of the camera in view. Oliver didn't understand the line of questioning. But answered anyway.

"I don't believe myself to be." Oliver stated.

"Then why do I have my men telling me that a certain hooded figure is going around talking to Detectives about kidnapped friends, and dangerous jobs they need to do?" Olaf asked, clearly infuriated. "I thought a smart man such as yourself would know better." Oh crap Oliver thought to himself. What had he done? How did this guy even know?

"You're right, I should have." Oliver answered deflated. He was furious with himself, and also disappointed. He'd put Felicity in the firing line with this idiotic move.

Olaf turned quickly in Felicity's direction and backhanded her so hard that she fell off the chair. All that could be heard was a yelp and then a thud. Oliver jumped from his seat in front of the computer enraged. "What was that for?" He yelled at Olaf. Now this guy wasn't just going to die. Oliver was going to make him suffer. All hell was going to break loose when he found his Felicity.

"For being stupid! You'll soon learn I am not a foolish man, Mr Queen. Neither am I a man who likes to be messed with. You go to the cop again, and it'll be 10 times worse. I guarantee you that." With that Olaf ended the call.

Oliver threw the chair he had been situated on across the room. What had he done? He was internally screaming at himself. He felt light headed as the rage started to wear off and he was just left disappointed. As he dropped to the floor and leaned against Felicity's computer desk he heard the door to the foundry open. Three separate sets of footsteps could be heard. Digg approached him first after seeing the carnage Oliver had created after throwing what he assumed was the chair. "Oliver, are you okay?" Digg asked wearily, not wanted to get too close.

"Do I look okay Digg?" Oliver yelled. "Do I really look okay? Felicity's gone, and this guy wants me to steal back his drugs that I took from him in the first place before I can see her again. If he decides to stick to the deal." Oliver was stood up now, waving his arms in frustration.

"Hey! This isn't Digg's fault Oliver." Roy interrupted.

"No Roy, you're right it's not. It's mine. And I screwed up again by trying to warn Lance." Oliver stated. His shoulders dropped in shame and he released a breath, along with his anger.

"Ollie, this isn't your fault. Some guys just can't be stopped unless they're dead." Sara said sympathetically. "This Russian guy. Olaf? He's one of them. If he wasn't dangerous Felicity would still be here."

"He hit her." His eyes dropped to the floor.

"Any man that hits a woman, especially a vulnerable one, doesn't deserve to survive to see another day." Digg tried.

"We need to find this guy. We'll get him Oliver. Trust us. We all believe in you, give us a chance to help you. These guys, they may be watching you, but do they know about me or Sara?" Roy asked trying to find a new angle to look at.

"He hasn't mentioned it. You guys didn't help take him down so probably not." Oliver told Roy as he started to refocus. He could see where Roy was going, and it looked hopeful.

"Right. So what if Digg sticks to trying to co-ordinate us from here, you go out in Starling distracting his guys he's got watching you, and Sara and I will go back to Felicity's place and also scout of this Olaf Russian guy. Maybe we'll catch a few things you couldn't." Roy said. Trying his best not to get his hopes up too much. In the last few months he had created a good friendship with Felicity. Apart from Digg she seemed the most close to home for him. He didn't really know why though, but he never really questioned it.

"That sounds like a good plan Roy." Oliver half smirked. He hoped the kid was onto something. "Are you okay with this Digg?"

"Anything to get the IT wizard back. I can handle a computer, but I'm no Felicity Smoak." He replied.

"Good, we'll co-ordinate through Digg and the ear pieces. We start tonight." Oliver finished with finality. Walking away to suit up.

The other three smiled as he left. Oliver Queen and The Arrow were back on track. And everything seemed just that bit closer.