Disclaimer: CW/DC own these characters. I'm only borrowing them for a while. I own the original ideas found in this.

AN: Thank you so much for returning to this story. I am so very, very sorry for the length of time to get back to this story. Between RL issues and the whammy of season 6 finale, as well as the story-inducing cross-over of season 6, some of my older stories have unfortunately been neglected. Hopefully that will change.

I want to especially thank T0ny4 for the nudge to get this chapter out. I had it mostly written, and I guess I was trying to figure out how to make the chapter longer. With T0ny4's wonderful review and nudge, I got this finished. So thank you! (who says writing reviews don't encourage FF writers, ha!)

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this new chapter. Some fireworks ahead, as well as some twists to canon.

Previously:

Sara's lips twisted in disgust. "I was still in shock, because who it was. And Nyssa was surprised as well, as to how close I got to getting killed."

Oliver looked at the two women, as another cold chill slithered down his back. "Who was it?"

"It was Thea, Oliver," Sara said.

Oliver had to replay the words in order to fully realize what she had said. Thea. His Thea? His baby sister? Tried to kill their family friend Sara?

"No, pfft." Oliver sat back down. "It must have been someone else. From a distance, someone else who looked like Thea…."

"No, it was your sister Thea Queen. I recognized her as well from a picture Ta-er Sa-fir showed me," Nyssa said.

"It…it can't be her. She's been out of town…away, traveling the world. I believe this week she's in Paris."

Sara placed a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "Ollie, I…I can't explain all of this either. All I know is Thea was dressed as an assassin, shooting arrows at me like a pro, and if it hadn't been for Nyssa, I'd be dead."

Oliver combed his hands through his cropped blonde hair. "This…this isn't happening."

As Nyssa opened her mouth to protest, Sara raised a hand. Allowing Oliver a moment to process, Sara then said, "I think, with everything going on with him, Malcolm's involved with this somehow."

Eyes blazing with hatred for Malcolm, Oliver asked, "Why would he try to kill you?"

"He knows we're in town trying to catch him. He knows better than to try to kill Nyssa; otherwise, Ra's would really go after him. And make his subsequent death doubly painful."

Oliver shook his head trying to clear the fuzziness. "I just don't understand any of this. We have three issues here. What would convince Thea to try to kill you? Hell, how did she even get such training, and why would she lie to me?"

"Well, we could certainly use your assistance with this, Ollie. To track down Malcolm, and maybe to stop whatever plot he's planning. We find Malcolm, we'll probably find Thea as well." Sara watched as several different expressions crossed Oliver's face.

"Okay. However, instead of waiting for Felicity to arrive in order to begin facial recognition scans, I'll start them now, so they'd be ready when she arrives."

"What would be ready? I assume you were talking about me?" The petite blonde, in a flurry of activity, appeared in front of them. Her tan, square handbag landed on the desk with a small clang, and she took off her coat, slinging it over the chair. "What's up? I thought we'd work on getting your company back today, Oliver?" Turning, she caught the two women's presence. Giving Sara a bright smile, Felicity enveloped her in a big hug. "Welcome back, Sara!" Letting her go and backing away, she then turned her attention onto Nyssa. A small mischievous smile crossed her face as she straightened. "Hello, Nyssa, Heir to the Demon. Nice to see you too."

A smile quickly crossed Nyssa's usually stern features. "Good morning, Felicity Smoak, M.I.T. Class of '09. How are you today?"

"Surprised to see you both. So," Felicity sat down in her chair and looked up at them. "What's up?"

The two women looked at Oliver, who took the seat next to Felicity. "Um, I got facial recognition scans set to find Malcolm."

Rolling in front of her computers, Felicity's fingers flew as she double-checked Oliver's work. Nodding, she said, "Looks like you set up all possible combinations. However…." She leaned back in her chair. "Um, I thought Merlyn was dead. Didn't you kill him last year?"

"Well, I thought so, but apparently he somehow escaped the Grim Reaper."

"But…why are you two here, then?" Felicity looked over at the two women, clearly confused as to their connection with Merlyn.

"My father is in charge of the League of Assassins, which Al Sa-her has offended. He has ordered us to find him and return him for punishment."

"Al Sa-her?" Felicity shot a quick glance to Oliver.

"Merlyn's League name in Arabic. It stands for the Magician."

"His name should actually be 'rotten bastard'." Felicity muttered. She looked up at the two women who were looking at her. "Don't tell me I said that out loud?"

Sara laughed. "You're still cute. And correct in this case. Yes, Merlyn has much to answer for."

"That's why my father wants him back in Nanda Parbat as soon as possible." Nyssa shot a glance at Oliver. "Which reminds me…."

"Yes, Nyssa, we shall proceed today in looking for both Thea and Merlyn," Oliver said through gritted teeth.

Felicity's forehead crinkled. "What? Thea? She's in Paris, isn't she, Oliver?"

Oliver told her what the other two women had shared, and Felicity shook her head. "That just can't be, Oliver. A. Why would she spend the summer with Merlyn? What is Merlyn up to? B. How and why in the world would she ever try to kill Sara?"

"I'd sure love to know the answers to both questions as well," Oliver said, a stony glare crossed his face.

Sara cleared her throat. "Well, Nyssa thinks she has the answer to the second question, Oliver."

"I'm not going to like it, am I?"

"Malcolm really isn't going to like you knowing the answer, that's for sure," Sara said. "Nyssa thinks Thea's eyes looked like she'd been drugged with a hallucinogenic called Ventura. It's used in brain washing because it can bend the will of whoever takes it."

"And Al Sa-her has been known to use it," Nyssa added.

The women watched as Oliver swallowed and turned. He walked over to where the tennis balls for practicing were kept and grabbed a handful of them out of the basket. He threw them at the wall one after another as hard as he could.

"Are you done throwing a tantrum, Mr. Queen?" Nyssa called out to him.

Sara turned to glare at her as Oliver stormed back to them. "That son of a bitch drugged my sister and set her up to try to kill one of our friends. I have every right to throw, what you call a tantrum, if I want to."

"Oliver." Felicity said softly. She rose and placed her hand gently on his upper arm. "We'll find them and get the answers."

Turning back to her computers, Felicity said, "Well, let's see what I can find out." Flying in between her computers, she remained silent for several minutes, chewing on her lower lip, becoming oblivious to the others watching her. After ten minutes of strained silence, Felicity's head looked up suddenly like a chipmunk sensing food or a predator. She instead met Oliver's gaze and said, "You did well in setting up these searches. I thought of several more searches as well. It'll take an hour or so before we can expect any results, I'm thinking."

"Thanks, Felicity," Sara said, smiling at her. "I'm glad you haven't changed."

"Me? Why would I change? I'm stuck this way," Felicity said. "Lord knows I've tried to change. You can ask my college boyfriend Cooper. He was always trying to change me. Actually, you can't ask him because he's dead...what am I talking about him for?"

Sara looked at Nyssa. She leaned over and said in a fake whisper, "Her babbles honestly do help her work faster…most of the time."

Felicity blushed and apologized to Nyssa. "I really do have searches running. Hopefully we can get some answers so you can take care of Malcolm once and for all."

Oliver rolled his eyes and said without hiding his impatience, "When do you think you might find something, Felicity?"

Felicity jumped in her chair. "Sorry, Oliver, I know you're anxious, but I don't think I'll find something so quickly." Suddenly one of the computers beeped. "Oh, I guess I was wrong." She rolled her office chair to the computer and her fingers flew. "Let's see what my search has picked up."

Oliver rushed to her side and stood behind her to look at the computer screen. "What is it?"

Felicity grunted. "I got a private plane landing two nights ago at the private airstrip north of the city." Sara joined Oliver behind Felicity to watch as Merlyn exited the airplane. Then gasps were heard as Thea appeared on the screen as well, exiting to the plane and following Merlyn off-screen.

Nyssa, standing behind Sara, broke the stunned silence. "I believe this supports my Beloved's and my identification of Ms. Queen firing at Ta Sa-fir."

Felicity watched as a stormy glance crossed Oliver's face, but he remained silent. She said, "Let me check to see if we have them also leaving town," as her fingers again flew across the keyboard. "Yep, I suppose they felt no need to hide their departure. Unfortunately, they took off this morning." She looked up at Oliver. "For Corto Maltese. I guess Malcolm thought they should leave town quickly."

Oliver walked towards the counter where he stored some of his personal belongings. He began to pack various things in a duffle bag.

"What are you planning on doing, Mr. Queen?" Nyssa asked.

He stopped and looked up at them. "I don't know about you but I'm heading for Corto Maltese. To get my sister and personally take care of Malcolm, once and for all."

"And how are you planning on doing that, since you can't bring weapons on a commercial airplane, Ollie?" Sara asked.

The arm holding his bow fell limply down at his side as Oliver looked at Sara with his characteristic non-committal glare. "Do you have a better idea, Sara?"

"You could ask nicely if you can join us in our private plane from Nanda Parbat," Sara stated with a smirk and a twinkle in her eye.

AN: Thank you so much for reading and hopefully reviewing! I apologize this chapter is shorter than my usual chapters, but I want to get this out to you, since it's been too, too long! Hopefully I can concentrate on some of my older stories and get them finished before either season 7b or ideas for the next cross-over overwhelm my brain. See you later!