Hey guys! This is my 3rd fanfic, my first one for Arrow! I know I'm still in the process of finishing A New Life, but I'm losing confidence in the story and I decided to try something new.

Anyway, this will mainly be an Oliver/Felicity story. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or any of the characters.

Felicity was sitting in the 'lair' as she liked to call it. Oliver and Diggle were out trying to catch another guy on the list. She was looking into Walter's disappearance, but so far all she found was nothing. Everything was so complicated and there seemed to be a lot of secrets involved.

She finished up and put on her coat, ready to go home after a long day. She heard a door open and she knew the guys were back. Oliver picked up his little name book, took a pen and crossed out a name.

Oliver sighed. "Another one down, only 178 to go."

"Hey, there were 213 when you started, you're making progress." Felicity said, giving him a small smile.

Oliver cocked his head to the side. "Heading out?"

"Yeah." Felicity nodded. "I'm beat."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Get home safe!" He said.

Felicity made her way up the stairs, out the door and through the club. Verdant hadn't opened yet, but the grand opening was scheduled in 2 weeks. Felicity was proud of Oliver. With his family, managing the club and being the hood, she didn't know how he did it.

She stepped out into the cool night air and pulled her coat tighter around her. The alley was empty with no one in sight. All she could hear was the click click click of her shoes on the pavement. This was one of the rare days where she decided to wear heels. She didn't really know why, she just felt like it.

She turned the corner and accidently bumped into someone.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize anyone was there!" She said. She looked up to see a tall man with dark hair and light blue eyes.

He smiled at her. "It's alright."

She gave a small smile and tried to step around him, but he blocked her path.

"Excuse me." She said, a bit weary of this mystery man.

He didn't reply. Instead, he reached out and stroked her cheek with his hand. Felicity quickly stepped back. "Uh, what- what are you doing?" She stuttered. Again, no reply. After a few moments of nervous silence, he whistled. She heard something—someone—behind her. She turned to see two other men. They grabbed her arms and dragged her backwards. She was stunned at first, but quickly realized what was happening. "Help! Somebody, help! Oliver-" Her screams were cut off by one of the men covering her mouth. She squirmed and kicked, anything to get out of this situation.

The man she bumped into sighed. "Knock her out."

Felicity let out one more panicked, muffled cry before everything went black.


Oliver was changing out of his hood gear. Diggle left shortly after Felicity, but he decided to stay and get a good workout. He started doing push-ups, then chin ups. Every time he worked out, he felt a rush of power. The feeling of strength, being unstoppable, made him feel amazing. 5 years ago he was a weak, immature playboy whose biggest concern was what girl he was going to sleep with next. Now he was a powerhouse, someone with a purpose. He loved it.

He finished his workout and looked at the clock. It read 11:47. Wow, he had been here longer than he thought. Felicity left at around 10:30, Diggle at 10:50. Oh well, he had nothing better to do anyway. He figured his mom and Thea would be worried about him, so he decided to call it a day. He put everything back in its place and grabbed his jacket. He locked up the club and walked back to his car. When he got to the parking lot, he noticed that Felicity's car was still there. He cocked his head and walked to her car. It was completely empty, Felicity was nowhere to be found. "What?" He wondered aloud.

He decided to walk back to the club to see if she was there. While walking, he kicked something. It was too dark to see so he pulled out his phone and used it as a light. There, on the ground, was Felicity's purse. Its contents were spilled all over the ground. He picked up her phone and discovered it was broken. "Damn it!" He yelled as he threw the phone back on the ground.

He used his phone to dial Diggle's number. It rang multiple times before he answered.

"Oliver?" He asked, sounding groggy.

"Diggle, we have a problem." Oliver replied.

"What do you mean?"

"I think Felicity's been kidnapped."

"What?!" Diggle yelled.

"Meet me at the club." Oliver said.

"I'll be right there." He heard the click of his phone. He clenched his fists as he leaned against the wall. How could I let this happen? He wondered. I should have walked her back to her car, made sure she got home safely. This is all my fault!


Felicity felt a sharp pain in her head. Immediately she felt cold. She tried to warm herself up, but she couldn't move her arms. Voices. She heard voices. They were muffled, so she couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Where was she? She slowly opened her eyes. She was in a dark, cold room. There were concrete walls and a concrete floor. There was a steel door in front of her, and the only light was coming from a small crack under the door. She was strapped to a chair, her hands tied to the arms of it.

The memories flooded back. The man in the alley, being dragged. She began to panic and tried to get herself free. The voices outside the door stopped and she heard the click of a lock. The door opened with a loud creak. She saw 2 silhouettes in front of her, and she squinted from the sudden brightness. The men stepped towards her. "Good, you're awake." One of them said.

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice sounding hoarse.

The man chuckled. "That's not important, sweetheart."

She felt a rush of anger. How dare he call her sweetheart after everything he did to her?! "What do you want?!" She yelled.

The man stepped closer to her. "What I want, Felicity, is the hood."

BAM! First chapter done! Well, what did you think? Review! Chapter 2 will be up soon!