"Wake up!" Felicity yelled, smiling as she playfully hit Oliver's face.
Groaning, he lifted his head to see his beautiful girlfriend. Normally he wouldn't get up right away, he was definitely not a morning person, but he hadn't seen Felicity this happy in a while. They had been trying to take down the most difficult and well protected degenerate they had ever seen. And they have been at it for a while, but every time that they think they might have him, it turns out to be a building full of his guards. Cedric Polanski had always been one step ahead of them, and neither of the pair liked it at all. Cedric ran the biggest sex trafficing ring in the west coast and they were going to stop him. But once again, they haven't had much luck. Spirits were low all the time now, but today, for some reason, Felicity was all smiles.
"Well good morning to you too," Oliver said, placing a quick peck on Felicity's lips.
"Hi," Felicity said, "So you know how life has kind of sucked recently?" Oliver nodded. "Well, I want to make it not be terrible, so today is 'Oliver and Felicity's Super Totally Awesome Day of Fun!'" Felicity said jumping up and down on their bed.
"What are you talking about?" Oliver asked, not fully awake yet.
"Don't worry your pretty little head. I have an awesome day planned for us!" Felicity cheered.
"Please tell me that it doesn't involve any self defense training, or pretty much any exercise at all." Oliver looked up at her hopefully.
After hesitating for a quick second she replied, "Okay...Well then I have an awesome day planned for ME!"
"UGH!" Oliver groaned into his pillow, but reluctantly got up.
When he walked out into the kitchen, it was empty except for a bright green Post-It note with Felicity's neat handwriting on it, 'I couldn't wait on you any longer so I'm in the car. HURRY UP!'
He chuckled as he made his way out of the apartment and down to the car.
Rolling down the window, Felicity yelled at him, "Oh my God! You're sooooo slow!"
Oliver smiled as he climber into the passenger seat, "Where to first?"
"Ohh!" Oliver yelled as Felicity threw him on the ground again. "Why do you insist on doing this to me?"
"Because, you might need the training in the future. So, GET BACK UP."
"Nah," he said, "I think I'll just let them kill me now."
"Fine, loser, we can take a quick break" Felicity joked as she threw him a sweat towel.
"Yeah, yeah," Oliver said turning on his side, "just...give me a couple...hours."
"Wow, okay we really need to work on your skills more," Felicity laughed. "Okay, I am going to go out and get us some lunch. When I come back, I expect to see you not looking dead."
"Yeah I'll give it my best shot." he replied.
About five minutes after Felicity left, Oliver worked up the strength to pick himself up and walk over to his work area. He decided to run a few searches for Polanski, he knew it was probably no good though. But what was the harm in checking? Once he came up short, he just decided to work on upgrading and managing all of his devices. He was sp focused on them, that he barely even heard the Foundry door open.
"Hey," he said still focused on his screens, "I had no luck on finding Polanski, but just give me a second to finish up here."
Oliver didn't get an answer, just a rag covering his nose and mouth. b The last thought Oliver had before everything went dark was, 'Oh shit.'
"Sorry it took so long, traffic was terrible and then there was a huge line, but anyways I'm back now and I come bearing food,"
Felicity said as she decended down the metal staircase. "Oliver? You there?" she asked when there was no answer.
She looked around and saw no sign of him. "Okay...this isn't funny anymore...come out now. Oliver?!"
As soon as she saw his computer screens, she knew something was definitely wrong. Oliver would never leave anything open on his computers if he was not directly in front of them.
"Oh shit, shit, SHIT!" Felicity yelled out.
"Wow, I really should've listened better when Oliver was explaining how to use all of this stuff," Felicity commented as she tried to remember how to track him from the chip in his shoes. "Gotcha!"
When Oliver awoke, he knew two things, that he was in a place he didn't know, and he didn't know how he got there. Then he remembered thinking Felicity was back before he was knoced out. Probably wasn't Felicity, he realized now. Taking in his surroundings like Feliciy taught him, he discovered his hands were bound around what seemed to be a water pipe. Looking around, he saw an old screw that was within his reach. He stretched his foot out as far as it could go and began rolling the screw towards himself. He got it back to his hands and started to saw at his bindings.
Just then, the door creaked open loudly, shedding a sliver of light into the mostly dark room. Oliver was able to make out the shadow of a person, but couldn't see their face.
"Well hello there," a cold voice said. It sent shivers down his spine. "Do you know why you are here?"
"Oh well I thought it was because of my boyish charm and my devilishly good looks," Oliver replied in a snarky tone, still working at cutting the rope.
"Wow, we've got a live one here! I'm going to enjoy this one," the voice said.
"I hate to disappoint, but I'm taken," Oliver said.
The man walked over and slapped him hard across the face sending a flash of pain through his face, and in that moment, Oliver saw his face. Cedric Polanski, the sick son of a bitch they had been looking for for too long. "Now I will repeat myself. Do you know why you are here?"
"No," Oliver replied, not knowing how much the man knew about him.
"Well then...I will enlighten you. We have been led to believe that you are close with the Arrow. So, in order to get the Arrow here, we had to take soething important from him."
'HIM,' Oliver thought, so they didn't suspect Felicity. She was safe.
Trying to stall, Oliver said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I have never and probably will never met the vigilante." He finally got the rope cut.
"Well, I wouldn't rely on my lying skills from now on if I were you," he said.
"And if I were you," Oliver stated, "I would duck." Oliver stood up and threw a punch at Polanski. But unlike the dummies that he precticed on, Polanski ducked his swing and hit him in the gut.
Stumbling back, Oliver tried to catch his breath. Polanski took this opportunity to grab Oliver and throw him to the ground. He pinned Oliver's arms with his legs and started striking his face. After he had beaten him bloody, and Oliver was losing consciousness, Polanski grabbed his shoulders, pulled him up to eye level, and spoke, "I wouldn't try that again kid."
But then something grabbed his full attention, which caused him to drop Oliver back on the ground. That something sounded like gunfire. That was the last thing Oliver heard as he lost consciousness for the second time that night.
As Felicity shot another arrow through another guard, she began to wonder who kidnapped Oliver. She had gone over all of the facts, but she still couldn't seem to figure out who had taken him.
Many guards and many arrows later, Felicity arrived at a lone door at the end of a hallway. After kicking it down, she was greeted with the sight of Oliver battered and on the floor. But there was also what looked like a shadow standing over him. Felicity drew back her bow and shot the man in the shoulder which pinned him to the wall. Walking closer, another arrow nocked and ready to fire, she got a glimpse of the man. Cedric Polanski was the man who had taken Oliver and beaten him to the state he was in now. And she thought she couldn't hate him more.
Felicity fired another arrow into hi other shoulder, completely immobiliing him.
"You sick bastard!" Felicity yelled as she hit him across the jaw. She kept on hitting him until his head drooped and he was out cold. "You are a sorry excuse for a person! You weak, no good, piece of filth."
Turning arorund, she noticed Oliver was still on the ground. As she walked over to him, she saw that he was still unconscious.
"Great. Now I have to carry you out of here," she said as she bent down to pick him up in a fireman's carry. "Jesus you're heavy," she complained to Oliver.