After Oliver left, Felicity was finally left alone to her thoughts. Ever since the night she got attacked, she felt like Oliver and Diggle were smothering her. Anytime she went somewhere, they had to come with her. She told herself she'd draw the line if they insisted on coming to the bathroom with her, but thankfully that hadn't come up… yet. No way was she going to let that happen.

She did like that she was getting Oliver's undivided attention, but she knew it was in a brotherly way. Over the last two months, she'd come to accept who she was to Oliver. While Oliver will always be deeply rooted in her heart, she knew he only cared for her in a platonic sense. The realization obviously broke her heart, and as soon as she could, she would dive into a pint of mint chip. But she knew eventually she would move on. She just hadn't really gotten around to trying yet. All of her attention was focused on finding her attacker.

When she was at QC, any free-time she got, including her breaks, was spent trying to find the man who ripped her sense of security from her. At the foundry, she'd send Oliver out and then focus on the task of finding him. Even at night, alone at her apartment, she found herself analyzing all of the things that they had found, which wasn't a lot, in case they missed something.

If she did find sleep, it was plagued with nightmares of her attacker finding her again. She'd wake up multiple times a night drenched in sweat from the terrors in her dreams.

The hardest part out of everything had to be the not knowing. She obsessed about everything she didn't know. Who attacked her? Why did they attack her? How did they get into the foundry? She didn't feel safe anywhere anymore, and she hated that feeling.

Oliver had been gone about an hour, and she was feeling restless. They were communicating via their headsets, but she felt like something was off and she couldn't put her finger on what. Once Oliver told her he was headed back, she finally got up from her chair because she had been needing to use the restroom since before he left.

When she got back, she noticed something was off. She could've sworn she pushed her chair in, but now it was about 2 feet away from her desk. She shook her head, thinking she was being paranoid, and went back to her chair. That's when she noticed a different screen had been pulled up on her computers. Before, she had a map of the city to tell Oliver where he needed to go. Now, the police reports from the night she was attacked were pulled up. She was officially freaked out.

She heard Oliver come down the stairs, and immediately ran to him. Her heart was pounding and she couldn't stop herself from shaking. She heard him ask what was going on, but all she could do was cry and hold onto him. What was happening to her?

Oliver placed his bow on the table, and walked her over to the couch on the other side of the foundry. He sat both of them down and tucked her into his side as she cried.

Why she was crying, she wasn't sure. For herself? For Oliver? Was she crying because she was scared? Was she crying because she finally realized this man wouldn't ever stop?

After what seemed like hours, her tears finally subsided and she lifted her face to see Oliver's worried expression.

"What happened, Felicity?" Oliver asked her while gently rubbing small circles into her back, trying to help her calm down.

Felicity took a deep breath and looked him in his eyes. There were so many different emotions there, and one she couldn't quite place. She hoped it wasn't pity.

"I went to the bathroom, and when I came back something was pulled up on my computers that I didn't put up there. He was here, Oliver. I know he was."

Oliver's expression quickly changed from worry to anger. He rose in front of her and started pacing. He was mumbling to himself and she couldn't quite make out what he was saying. Wait… did she just hear "strangle"?

"Oliver, please stop! I need you to calm down so we can figure out what we're going to do about this." Felicity pleaded with him, letting her head fall into her hands.

Felicity felt the shift in his mood once she finished talking. He heard his feet against the floor as he crouched in front of her and took her hands away from her face.

When she looked up, he wiped her hair from her face and let his hand linger for just a beat longer than necessary. When he pulled back, he pulled her on her feet and tugged her gently so they were hugging.

His scent overwhelmed her. He smelled like his cologne, mixed with something light and fresh. It was perfect.

They stood there, wrapped in each other, for what seemed like hours and minutes all at the same time. It was so powerful, yet it still wasn't enough. She wanted more with this man, but she knew she could never have him.

As they pulled away, he spoke, softly. "Felicity, I know you've been through a lot and I understand you're on edge. But just because your computer was on a different screen doesn't mean someone broke in here. It could've been your computer notifying you or something."

"No, Oliver. I know that software! I made it! There's no reason for that to be on display. I know it's not a lot, but I also know in my gut that someone messed with it. My chair was moved too!" Felicity was breathless. She couldn't believe he was questioning her.

Through the tears that were forming in her eyes, she could see that Oliver looked torn. Why?

"I understand you believe that, Felicity. You know I trust you more than anyone, but you're worked up over something that might have happened, or might not have happened. Maybe you just need some rest…" He trailed off, unable to look her in the eye.

Oh, if he had, he probably would've jumped at the glare she was throwing his way. How dare he not believe her! She wasn't crazy. She knows someone was in here, and she would prove it to him. Somehow.

"I can't believe you would doubt me just because I've been a little freaked out lately! All the things you've told me, I've always believed you and had faith in you! You have no reason to doubt me, Oliver. I can't even look at you right now."

Felicity was furious. She pulled her coat on and grabbed her purse. As she was walking past him, Oliver grabbed her arm and spun her around so fast she thought she might fall. If Oliver hadn't had a death grip on her arm, she probably would have!

"Fe-li-ci-ty. You know I believe in you. I just don't know what to make of this. It could've been so many things. Why would your attacker leave you alone this time? It makes no sense! He wouldn't risk coming here just to pull up something we already know about." Oliver was out of breath when he finished, and she knew he believed what he was saying, but he should believe in her more.

Felicity yanked her arm out of his grasp and stepped around him to get out of the foundry. "Oliver, if you think I'm crazy, fine. But I will not allow you to sit here and doubt me. I'm going home, and I would appreciate it if you'd leave me alone for a little while."

Felicity yanked the door open and slammed it shut, not caring how loud it was. The man she was in love with didn't even believe her. She was seething as she got in her car and drove home. She was going to prove she wasn't crazy. Oliver be damned.