It had been two months since Felicity was attacked. Two months and they had heard nothing from her attacker, or gotten any lead as to who it was. Oliver was going crazy.

When he got to the foundry that night two months ago and saw Felicity's body on the floor, his breath caught in his throat. Was she dead?

It seemed as though time stopped and he couldn't move. He saw Diggle run to her and as Diggle check her pulse, he felt his heart stop. Was his world about to be turned upside down? Was the one person who truly understood him in every possible way gone? Just like that?

When Digg turned to him and nodded his head, indicating she was alive, Oliver let out a breath he didn't even realize he had been holding. She was alive. Nothing would ever been the same for him after that night.

As Oliver paced in his office at Queen Consolidated, he couldn't help but keep his gaze on Felicity just outside of his office. He watched as she focused on the computer on her desk and he let his mind wander.

She had recovered from her attack quickly, but he knew it still troubled her. He could see it in the way she walked, always checking her surroundings just like him and Diggle. He felt so guilty that he couldn't find her attacker and put the fear of God in him. Before turning him over to Detective Lance, alive, of course.

When Felicity gave her statement about what happened, he was right there with her. He couldn't let her out of his sight for the first month after it happened. He was constantly shadowing her every move, whether she knew it or not. When she left the foundry late at night, he was right there. At night, while she slept, he and Diggle took turns watching over her from her fire escape. What else could they do?

In that time, nothing ever happened. But he felt in his gut that the moment they let their guard down, something bad would happen to her. So, while they stopped following her during the day, at night nothing had changed.

Oliver realized he was still staring at her when she looked up from her computer and smiled at him. If only she knew how that smile took his breath away.

Even though they were at work, he couldn't help but be taken by her beauty. She had her hair in a ponytail today, and she had to know it drove him nuts. The way her neck was exposed, he could imagine holding her head and bending down to kiss the spot just above the collar on her shirt.

Oliver hadn't even realized she had moved from her spot at her desk, so when she spoke, he couldn't hide the startled expression on his face.

"Oliver, are you ready for the meeting?" Felicity asked, leaning her head into his office.

When she saw the look on his face, she raised her eyebrow, silently asking if he was okay.

After taking a deep breath, he replied, "Yes, Felicity. Thank you."

With a smile and a nod of the head, they went to the meeting. If anyone had asked Oliver what the meeting was about, he wouldn't be able to answer because his eyes never left his beautiful assistant sitting next to him.

Later that night, as Oliver arrived at the foundry, he saw Felicity at her computers and automatically went to her before his brain had processed what he was doing. As he approached, he could see she was concentrating, so she probably hadn't heard him come in.

"Felicity?" He whispered, trying not to scare her.

"Ohmygosh Oliver! You scared the crap out of me! Do you have to do everything so quietly?!"Felicity yelled, jumping out of her chair.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. What are you working on?" Oliver couldn't help but lean over her as she sat back down, returning her attention to her computers. He could only have so much restraint.

"I'm going over all of the cameras around the city again, trying to see if we can catch the guy who attacked me. I know I've done this a million times, but-"

"Felicity. It's okay. I know you want to catch him, and we do just as bad as you. But we can't just make evidence appear when we want it to. We will find him, and when we do, I'll let you interrogate him before we turn him over to Lance." Oliver couldn't help but wink at her as he thought of the story Diggle had told him. His Bitch with WiFi. He couldn't wait to see that.

"I know. I just want him off the streets. It makes me nervous not knowing where he is, and I just want answers…." Felicity trailed off, obviously reliving the night she was attacked.

Oliver reached for her hand and held it in his, noticing how perfectly they fit together. He used his other hand to lift her chin and bring her eyes to his. As he looked at her, he saw all the pain and fear she felt. He had to let her know this would be okay if it was the last thing he did.

"We will catch this guy, and he will wish he never laid a hand on you, I can promise you that." He gave her hand a final squeeze and put some distance between them before he let his emotions get the best of him. He wanted to kiss her. God he wanted to kiss her, but he knew this wasn't the time.

"So, where's Diggle?" Oliver asked her, going to put on his Arrow suit.

"Lyla wasn't feeling well, so he had to go check on her. He told me to tell you he will meet you later when it was his turn, whatever that means." Felicity told him, questioning him at the same time.

"Oh, okay. Well, I better get out there." Oliver replied, completely avoiding her questioning glance. He couldn't tell her about how they look over her while she slept. She would never allow it if she knew, so keeping it from her, as hard as it was, was necessary.

As Oliver went out that night to search for the man that caused his girl to have nightmares, he never saw the silhouette of a man hiding in the corner of the foundry.