It had been a quiet morning.

Felicity had been in the office since eight quietly working at her desk by Oliver's office. She raised a large cup of tea to her lips without taking her eyes away from the screen in front of her and grimaced as the now cold liquid washed over her tongue.

"Ew gross, gross, gross!" she exclaimed.

She shivered returning the offending mug to her desk and reached for her phone, the screen lit up and her eyes widened as she saw that it was half past twelve already.

Still recovering from her encounter with the demon tea she slipped her phone into her bag and stretched, it felt amazing. Her white blouse ruffled and was pulled free from her tight dark blue pencil skirt which hugged her figure nicely. As she rose from her seat she returned the blouse to its rightful place and grabbed her jacket.

"We need to get a bell or something around here to prevent hard working Executive Assistants from starving to death in this glass prison of lies!" She mumbled, not as quietly as she had thought.

"…and now I'm talking to myself like a crazy person, way to go Felicity" she sighed.

As she headed for the elevator she contemplated lunch and the work she still had to complete before her day ended and she could return to the comfort of her chair in the Foundry. As she walked she turned to glance at Oliver's desk, she'd seen him briefly this morning before he headed to a meeting and he'd looked exhausted.

Her brow furrowed as she contemplated ways she could ease his burden or even convince him to take a night off. Lunch. She should bring him lunch, something indulgent but not too sweet, it wouldn't matter if he ate something sweet because he kept himself in pretty good shape, which she was aware of in a completely appropriate boss-assistant way, but he had never struck her as a guy with a sweet tooth.

As the elevator took her down to the parking lot an image assaulted her brain.

Oliver's rippling muscles flexing as she moved her hand over them, his hand on her waist, her shuddering as his body moved closer, his lips…

"Whoa, where the hell did that come from!" she gasped…out loud, reaffirming her status as the crazy woman who asked empty elevators questions before lunch.

She pushed the image from her mind feeling the all too familiar pang of longing in her chest, which usually announced itself whenever her mind turned to him. Her face had turned crimson and she needed to get out of the building and clear her head before anyone asked her the reason for her discomfort.

The elevator doors opened and Felicity made her way towards her little car, mind still full of Oliver. Her hands rummaging through her purse searching for her keys, her fingers clasped them finally and she let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't locked them in her car again.

"You did what?" Diggle chuckled down the phone, she could hear the grin on his stupid face as she asked him to come and break into her car so she could get home that night.

"Please help me out here Dig, I do not appreciate you laughing at me…it's FREEZING OUT HERE!" She had snapped in her 'loud' voice. Of course 5 minutes later none other than CEO Oliver Queen had come down to see for himself after being tipped off by Dig, who was going to mysteriously lose everything on his computer later that same day, completely coincidental of course.

"Need a hand?" Oliver asked strolling up to her gleefully. Felicity shot him a death glare which would have sent chills down the spine of any man.

He had managed to unlock the door with little trouble after sufficient gloating and mocking but they never let her forget it.

As she reached for her door she became aware of a presence behind her, she swung her head around fight or flight kicking in. She came face to face with her reflection in a van window and sighed.

"I need a night off, all this danger is turning me into a nervous wreck" She sighed, glancing into the backseat of her car; A habit which she had developed ever since a dying Oliver had surprised her there, an experience she didn't want to repeat.

The sound of the van door sliding open startled her, but not as much as the hand which came around her neck and pulled her in. She cried out and struggled feeling a pinch in her neck her eyes widened and darkness began to pull her under. The persons grip loosened as she lost control of her limbs and her vision faded out.

Oliver sighed as he left his morning meeting which had gone on much longer than anticipated leaving him frustrated and eager to catch up on the work which had been cluttering his desk for days.

He felt slightly disappointed to find Felicity absent upon his return; she always managed to lift his mood, especially on dull days such as this. He smiled to himself as he remembered her babbling on this morning about the need for a wider variety of tea bags in the building. She was so wonderfully amusing, he couldn't imagine the dullness of his days had she not reluctantly agreed to be his Executive Assistant.

Oliver sat behind his desk and groaned eyeing the paperwork which had been deposited, and swiftly neglected, by him over the past few days. 'Looks like lunch is out' he thought to himself as he began.

He lost himself in the sea of paperwork set before him and hardly noticed the time snake by, tension building in his shoulders by the minute. He looked up to find that 3 hours had passed and Felicity had yet to return from, what he assumed was her lunch break. Oliver's eyebrows creased as he double checked the time and pulled out his phone.

Where are you?He typed swiftly, he tried to quell the feeling of unease which was settling in his gut, an unfortunate side effect of the way they spent their nights. After 5 minutes of inactivity he called Diggle.

"Hey Dig, have you seen Felicity this afternoon? She isn't answering her phone." Oliver tried to remain in control and stem the flow of violent scenarios rushing through his head.

"Haven't seen her man, but I'll see if I can trace her". The sound of keys tapping was audible as Diggle attempted to trace their young friend from the Foundry.

"Nothing." He sighed as the software failed to reveal her whereabouts.

"Her tracer has been deactivated, maybe she needed some time alone man." Diggle suggested, trying to convince himself as much as Oliver.

"Keep me posted." Oliver ordered rising from his desk and abandoning work which had occupied most of his afternoon. He cursed and tried calling her again, straight to voicemail.

He almost broke the elevator button hitting it so hard and couldn't stand still as it wound its way down, as he stepped out into the parking lot he dialled her again, his eyes scanned the lot until he clocked her car.

"Shit" he exclaimed, the chances of foul play were rising by the second. Olivers stomach lurched as he heard a familiar sound, Felicity's cell. He darted towards her car and found her purse on the ground next to it, keys by the door. Oliver processed the sight before him, panic setting in; he bent down to scoop up the purse when a force struck the back of his head. He lurched forward, stars dancing across his vision and face making contact with the cement floor. He heard a crunch as his weight crushed Felicity's purse, no doubt damaging whatever it contained.

He felt a pinch and his blurry world turned dark.

Felicity awoke with a throbbing headache, her limbs were stiff and her legs were twisted at an awkward angle. There was a crushing weight on top of her and she couldn't see a thing.

"What the hell" she muttered, barely above a whisper as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. How did she get here? Why couldn't she move? Was she dead?

'I am gonna be so mad if this is the afterlife' she thought to herself. Suddenly she recalled the parking lot and the van. Panic rose and she began to squirm and reach out; she was in a small space, a very small space. Her hand moved down and made contact with…fur?

No, hair. It was a person, a man judging by the size, there was a man crushing her chest.

Felicity Smoak was not one to remain calm when being held by a psycho killer. Tears began to stream down her face and into her hair, stemming from frustration more than panic, there was no way she would be able to free herself if she was pinned down like this.

"Hel…hello?" She sobbed.

She felt movement and the man groaned turning his head and shifting. Felicity gasped, she would know that groan anywhere, she had imagined it countless times under very different circumstances. Oliver. Getting control of her thoughts Felicity tried to awaken him again.

"Oliver? Can you hear me?" His head was resting on her chest, his legs bent awkwardly pressing hers into an unnatural pose, she could feel his breathing against her stomach, it was peaceful, if you can count being trapped under a man in a confined space peaceful, god she was messed up.

"Oliver?" she felt him go tense as he woke, obviously ailed by the same confusion she had felt upon waking in this tiny prison.

"Felicity?" He mumbled voice thick with sleep. God she wished they weren't in a life or death situation right now.

Oliver opened his eyes and took in his surroundings; it took all of 3 seconds before he became alert. He was in a small space…it felt like the trunk of a car, and Felicity Smoak was underneath him.

"Felicity are you hurt?" he lifted his head as far as he could in the limited space and attempted to find her face in the darkness. His hand found hers and he squeezed reassuringly while the other rested against her cheek.

"Just cramped" she replied, he could feel the moisture left by her tears and he moved his thumb gently and rhythmically against her skin.

He tried to lift himself off of her in order to allow her more room and relieve her of the pressure of his bulky frame but succeeded only in drawing a gasp of pain from her as he twisted her legs even more out of shape.

"I'm sorry" he froze, conscious of her tiny body and the damage he could do if he wasn't careful.

If Felicity had been able to see Oliver's eyes she would have seen the storm which had settled within them, but she didn't need to see Oliver to know the rage that was filling inside him, she could feel him. Every. Single. Inch. His fists clenched and his body tensed, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. She felt his breath on her face and her heart fluttered, accompanied by the usual pang of longing and guilt which kept her grounded…usually.

"You know it would be a lot nicer if you'd relax…well not nicer…I mean you are nice but this isn't nice…I mean this would be nice if we weren't trapped in…" Olivers rumbling chuckle ended her ramble and she felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment. Oliver relaxed his muscles and his body moulded to hers.

Felicity's breath caught in her throat as she pictured the body that was pressed against her, Oliver chuckled again and she realised that she had moaned out loud, her hands pressed to her face in horror. Rather than attempting to find a way out of the trunk they were locked in, she was lusting after Oliver.

This is going to be a loooong night…or day…whatever it was.