Taken

Chapter 1 - The Calm Before The Storm

Helllllllooooo, I was bored and started writing this. If it gets enough views I will post part two     so . . . fingers crossed. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do!

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3 weeks, it's been 3 weeks since Felicity has been missing. Oliver hasn't spoken since it happened. He doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep, he barely moves. He rubs his head in distress. He didn't even get to tell her how he truly felt, he walked out and said nothing. He only stopped to take a final look at the IT girl, his IT girl.

"Hey Oliver I think I got something on that kidnapper man." Felicity pops her head up to see Oliver, shirtless. Has he always been this ripped or . . . ?

"Wow" she gapes at his perfectly symmetrical abs. Oliver lets out relaxed chuckle, his cheeks furiously burns red.

"I mean. . . wow you look less tired than usual, I mean not that you always look tired- but you do spend most nights hunting down bad guys, which is really impressive, and I am gonna stop talking in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1" she takes a deep breath thinking carefully about her next words. Oliver stares contently at the little wrinkle between her eyes.

"Felicity, what did you find?" he questions in a "serious" tone.

"Okay, so his real name is August Mare, and I correlated his recent location and triangulated it with his last known whereabouts to find that our guy is at 567 Chestnut Avenue" she states nervously biting her lip. She couldn't believe the words that just came out of her mouth. She replayed the memory through her head. Oliver noticed her sudden tension and grabbed her hands.

"Hey, do you need to talk? '' he asked calmly, he couldn't understand why Felicity was acting like this recently. Any time they were alone she freaked out, she could barely even look him in the eyes. She thinks I am a monster. She shakes her head vigorously, his hands felt like they were made to sit in hers. Oliver sighed knowing there was nothing she could do to help her, but then he had an idea.

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off? I think you need it." he starts, but before Felicity could resist he looked at her with his deep blue eyes.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? What if you need to know a location or need me to hack the . . ." she interrupted by Oliver low voice.

"I'll be fine, remember I ran this place before you and John even knew me and I am still alive. Well, mostly." he reassures her. While he's talking he notices a strand of hair falls out of Felicity's slick back ponytail. Without a thought he brushes the golden lock out of her face and behind her ear. God she was beautiful. He soon realized he was staring at her, a subtle blush flushes his face. He pulls his hand back and starts for his suite, or is hoodie as Felicity calls it.

Please don't stay up worrying, I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight Felicity," he breathes out and turns to the stairs. He doesn't look back.

A single tear runs down Oliver's cheek and down onto a photo of him and Felicity together, another tear follows the first, and then another, and another. He thought about the first time they met, her adorable smile, and her babbles. And the pen, he could picture her still chewing on that stupid red pen as he came up with a lame excuse as to why his computer was riddled with bullets. He wipes up what's left of the tears on his face, there's no more time for crying. He walks up to the monitor, glancing at the note Felicity had left him the night before.

"So you can always have your favorite IT girl's expertise 🙂'' He has read it over a hundred times but every time is just as painful as the last. He's studied it, every miniscule detail. Tracing his fingers along the usb, he plugs it in.

Thats it for now! I know 683 words is not a lot but I'm only 14, so . . . I am trying my hardest to create gold. Uhgggg! Why does Ollie always have to wait for the last possible second to tell Felicity things!