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Felicity sat at her desk, typing documents for her boss/friend and fiancé Oliver Queen. Five years ago the CEO of QC had dragged himself in to her Mini Cooper, severely injured and bleeding and disguised as the Arrow, and had trusted her with his secret.

On that day she had become a member of Team Arrow, then consisting of her, Oliver and his bodyguard and friend John Diggle. About three years ago she and Oliver had finally gotten together. After Oliver had rescued her from the hands of Count Vertigo, he had realized that Felicity was the woman he needed in his life; although he was afraid it might put her in to the crosshairs of his enemies, both as the billionaire and the Arrow. They had decided to keep their relationship a secret, with only Thea, Roy, Moira and Diggle knowing about it.

Diggle appeared in front of her desk, obviously excited. "Felicity, pull up the internet news", he said before poking his head into his friend's office. "Oliver, come quickly, you need to see this."

The blonde IT girl let her fingers fly over the keyboard and promptly put up a newsflash on the monitor.

"In the early morning hours a tragic accident occurred at a party given by police commissioner Christopher Richards in Starling Valley. 24-year-old Miranda Steele drowned in Commissioner Richards' pool. Investigators found pills containing the popular drug Vertigo. Over the last 2 years things have been quiet concerning this substance, but now it seems that a new wave of it is sweeping over Starling City."

Felicity paused the video clip and looked at Oliver and Diggle. The CEO's face was hard and his mind seemed to still process the information. It couldn't be, he had killed the bastard, the arrows had hit him right in the heart after the man had tried to kill the woman he loved.

Felicity's heart started to hammer. She had been through so much at Oliver's side, a few times she had barely escaped death, had seen her friends fight for their lives, but nothing had ever terrified her as much as Count Vertigo. Sometimes he still appeared in her nightmares.

She reached for Oliver's hand. "He's dead, it can't be. We saw him die and the formula for Vertigo died with him. How is this possible?"

"I don't know, Felicity." Oliver looked at Diggle questioningly.

"I already talked to Layla. In the last few days an increasing number of pills have shown up on the market that have been identified as containing Vertigo. He must have had a contact person who knows the formula. That's the only possible way. We have the autopsy report on Count Vertigo."

Oliver let go of Felicity's hand, went back into his office and grabbed his jacket. "I'd say it's time to call it a day. Felicity, are there any more meetings scheduled?"

"No, nothing's planned for the rest of the day", his beautiful fiancée answered.

"Okay, then let's go."

In the basement at Verdant Felicity immediately sat in front of her computers, Oliver and Diggle to the left and right of her. "Felicity, what can you find out about the victim?"

It took less than two minutes for the blonde to hack the FBI database. "Miranda Steele, 24 years old, born in Boston, moved to Starling City about six years ago. Got into trouble with the police twice for possession of small amounts of cocaine, but always got out on bail."

"Who paid the bail?" Oliver asked.

"The Nightshift agency, where she worked until the time of her death."

"What kind of agency is that?" the bodyguard wanted to know. Felicity typed in the name and pulled up the website. "It's an escort service catering to well-to-do and rich men."

"Wow, looks like someone didn't want to shop up at the commissioner's party alone. Felicity, can you hack into the agency's database and find out who booked Miranda for that evening?"

Felicity threw a look at Oliver. "In the last five years, have I ever not been able to hack into any number of databases? If you had given me 500.000 dollars for every database I hacked, by now you'd be only a millionaire at best."

Oliver kept his eyes on the monitor, but couldn't suppress a grin. "Focus, Felicity."

"Right, sorry…." Felicity started to type.

Oliver leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear. "By the way, I know that you can do incredible things and not only with a computer." Felicity froze for a moment, shook her head and pulled her concentration back to her work again.

"Yes, I'm in. Damn it, the client names are all encoded. For the last six weeks, Miranda Steele was always booked by the same client, C68754. He booked her three times a week, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. All night on Sundays, three hours only on Wednesdays and Fridays."

"Can you break the codenames?" Oliver asked. "I can try, but it's going to take a while", Felicity answered, looking at him.

"No problem, Diggle and I are going to pay the agency a visit." Oliver motioned to his friend.

"What do you want to tell them? Hi, can I take a look at your client list, please?" Felicity threw him a suspicious look. She had a hunch what Oliver's plan was, but she hoped to be wrong.

"No, I'll get my own code name." Oliver winked at her before patting Diggle on the shoulder. Together they left the Arrow lair.

"Why are my hunches always right?" Felicity muttered under her breath and went back to work.

Like QC, the office of Nightshift was in the most expensive part of Starling City, with rents of 50.000 or even 100.000 dollars per month.

"Their clients must be among the richest in Starling City", Diggle said when he looked up at the building. "About time that they get another rich client then", Oliver replied. The bodyguard got out of the Bentley and opened the door for his boss.

Together they stepped into the office of the escort service and were greeted by a woman in her early fifties. "Gentlemen, what can I do for you?" Oliver put on his perfect fake smile, the one no woman could resist. "Ma'am, my name is Oliver Queen and your agency has been recommended to me by one of your clients."

The woman smiled back. "Mr. Queen, of course I know who you are, who doesn't? My name is Amanda Pierce and this is my agency. We would be happy to add your name to our client list."

She led the two men over to her desk and motioned for them to be seated. "Our selection is extensive, Mr. Queen, and we put very much emphasis on discretion. Our clients receive a mobile phone registered to their code name and we ask them to only use this phone when they want to avail themselves of the company of one of our girls. The girls are all sworn to the utmost discretion, so you need not fear anything. The price for a place on our client list is 50.000 dollars, with a further monthly fee of 10.000 dollars. "

Oliver leaned back, seemingly relaxed. "Quite a sum for the girls to only accompany me to some party." Amanda Pierce began to smile. "Mr. Queen, you are undoubtedly aware that my girls will do much more than just accompany you. They are prepared to fulfill your every wish, you only need to name it."

"Ms. Pierce, I'd say you have a new client." Oliver drew out his checkbook and the agency owner smiled in satisfaction.