Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own none of these beautiful characters. Sigh.

A/N: So... This is my first fic ever. I hope that doesn't scare you as much as it does me, *wink, wink*. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it, and I would love, love, love feedback in any, way, shape or form! It is appreciated!
With that said, I've had this idea kicking around in my noggin for a few months now, and I've tentatively decided to write it down. It is definitely Olicity focused, but it takes a second (or two) for us to get there. Also, because I know thuat rape and sexual abuse is a sensitive subject (as it should be), that will be a theme of sorts in this story. I will warn you before hand of any scenes containing any sort of mature or dark topics, but I figured I would drop that bomb now just to be safe.
On that happy note, I hope you enjoy! :)

Chapter One

Sweat beaded on the back of her neck as she hacked into Starling City's traffic footage for the third time in a matter of hours. She had to track down Slade before he got to them first. Showing up at the Queen mansion was the first and final straw. Felicity couldn't idly sit by while a psychopath was threatening Oliver and his family. The internet was her domain, and she would not be outsmarted by some super soldier who lived on an island for a few years. Never thought I'd say that, she mumbled under her breath.

"Felicity," she heard from behind her. She was long past the point of jumping when Oliver snuck up on her, however, it didn't stop her heart from stuttering at the surprise.

She knew what he was asking just by the tone of his voice, but she still hadn't found anything on Slade's whereabouts, yet.

"Still looking," she said, her voice taking on a hard edge. She felt a twinge of annoyance that he even had to ask. If she found anything, she was certain everyone in Verdant would hear her whoop of triumph.

She heard him release a frustrated sigh, and could imagine him running his fist through his hair.

"I'm doing everything I can, Oliver. Just give me a little more time. He's bound to slip up somewhere,"

Her reassurance, however, had gone unnoticed. "We don't have time, Felicity!" The growl he emitted startled her, and she jumped a bit in her seat. Oh no he didn't just yell at me, she thought as she spinned around in her chair. He was staring at her computer, threateningly.

"Okay, first of all, you need to stop staring at my computer like that. It's creeping me out." He started to interrupt, but he hesitated at her raised index finger. "And secondly, it's been less than 24 hours, Oliver. You have every right to be upset, and angry, and arrow-y, but taking it out on me will only make us both cranky. And I don't work well under cranky conditions." Her voice broke a bit at the end, fatigue and frustration getting to her. The pressure to find Slade grew more intense by the hour, and she knew it was up to her to figure out where he was.

His face relaxed a bit, and she could see regret flash through his eyes. He walked towards her, putting his hand on her shoulder in apology.

"Hey," he started, rubbing slow circles on her shoulder as he gazed into her eyes. God, she could get lost in those eyes. The blue so mysterious and deep, it made her yearn to uncover all of his secrets. "You know I didn't mean to raise my voice. With Diggle away helping Lyla, and trying to protect my family, and everyone else I care about," he looked at her pointedly before continuing, "I just feel like I'm back on the island again. No control over anything."

Felicity raised her hand to cover his on her shoulder. She knew he was under a lot of pressure too.

"I know. And we will find him, I promise." They gazed at each other for a few seconds more before Oliver squeezed her hand, and retracted his. She stared at his retreating form for a moment before turning back to her computer.

"Where are we at with Sara and Roy?" Felicity knew everyone was busy preparing for the onslaught of whatever Slade Wilson had up his sleeve.

Behind her, Oliver was stretching. Wrapping his hands to prepare to let out some steam on the practice dummy.

"Sara took Roy to an old warehouse a few blocks from here to teach him more control. Maybe she'll have better luck with him than I've had." He said, bouncing on his feet a bit, before squaring his shoulders and preparing for the first strike.

"Hopefully it works. If Slade is as powerful as you say he is, we'll need Roy at his best." Oliver grunted his agreement. The next thing that Felicity heard was the crunch of wood snapping as Oliver broke another dummy.