Disclaimer: Arrow does not belong me. All rights belong to DC Comics, The CW, and those persons associated in the creation of the show and comics.

A/N: Inspired by the images from the Arrow cast interviews where is looked like SA offered his jacket to EBR. Also, this first fic stems from the little factoid we learned that our beloved OTA went for drinks after the Dodger case. And to all the ladies who helped give me ideas for this fic, you're the best! Thank you for all your suggestions.

This fic is not beta-ed, so all mistakes are mine. I hope you all enjoy!


1.

"I'm not Robin Hood."

Snapping the visor shut on the "borrowed" helmet, Oliver turned away from the unconscious thief and stalked back to the forgotten motorcycle.

"Felicity?" he clipped in concern through the comms, turning his attention back to the most important factor in this whole chase.

"I'm ok," came her reply, "The collar deactivated and popped open. I'm ok."

Her answer was quick and sure, but Oliver could hear the slight tremor in her speech. Cursing silently, Oliver yanked the bike upright and got it running quickly. He hated that she had a reason to feel this way. Felicity should never have been this close to the danger. If he hadn't stopped the Dodger tonight, they might have lost her for good. Growling as the engine revved, Oliver sped off back towards the auction site.

"Alert SCPD to the Dodger's location, I'm on my way back."

"Copy," Digg's voice came through the earpiece, "We'll meet you out front."

Reaching the auction in no time, he parked the bike along the curb, and rushed to where his partners stood. Digg's attention was focused on Felicity, a slight look of concern marring his face, while Felicity gazed unseeingly off into the distance. Her right hand lay on her chest just below her neck, like she still felt the ghost of the bomb resting there. Coming to a stop in front of her, Oliver cupped her elbow and called her name to gain her attention. Felicity jumped, and her eyes – wide and wild – snapped to his as if she just realized he was standing there.

"Are you sure you're ok?" he questioned her again.

"Yeah." Her hand left the base of her neck as she waved off his worry, "I've always worked well under pressure… I guess I just need to get used to bombs being my new pressure."

"Hey," Oliver said firm and determined. He placed both hands on her shoulders to make sure she focused on his words. "That will not be something you have to get used to. I promise."

For a moment they both stared at each other, Oliver further enforcing his promise silently. Searching his face, she believed him. Felicity let her eyes slip close and she nodded, her curls bouncing around her shoulders. Oliver sighed, happy that she understood and trusted him. However, he was still nervous about her state of mind. Then a thought came to him.

"Why don't the three of us grab a drink? This evening had more excitement than any of us expected."

Catching on, Digg piped up, "Sounds good to me. What about you Felicity?"

She nodded slowly, "Yeah, I could definitely go for a drink right now."

Oliver and Digg shared a look over the top of her head.

"Okay, I know a Mexican restaurant not far from here. They make a great margarita. Digg, why don't you grab the car? We'll wait here."

"Oh, but I drove myself here…"

Placing both hands on her arms, Oliver gently cut her off and softly replied, "We'll pick it up later."

Not having the energy to attempt an argument, Felicity simply nodded once more and Diggle left to bring the car around. The pair stood in silence, Felicity's gaze constantly moving, never looking at one spot for too long, while Oliver's never left her face. Her trembling was more pronounced. The adrenaline was probably starting to wear off and the chill in the evening air wasn't helping either.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Oliver slipped off his jacket and held it open.

"Here."

"Huh?" Felicity finally looked towards him.

"It's cold tonight, take my jacket."

"Oh," Felicity's cheeks flushed a light pink, but she turned and allowed Oliver to help her into his jacket, "Thank you."

Turning back to face Oliver, Felicity pulled the sides of his jacket tight around her torso. Head down and tilted to the side, she buried her face in the collar and unconsciously breathed deep. The heady scent of leather and Oliver calming her more than she thought possible. Oliver watched her closely, some of the tension leaving his body as he saw her start to relax. It wasn't long until Digg drove up, and with a hand hovering over the small of her back, Oliver directed Felicity to the car.

Fifteen minutes later the trio was sitting outside at a table waiting for their beers and margarita. Outdoor heaters were keeping the chill at bay, but Felicity stayed wrapped in Oliver's jacket. They sat in silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts until the returning waitress disrupted their dazing. Drinks were placed in front of their respective patron and the moment the waitress left Felicity grabbed her margarita and tossed it back.

"Hey, hey, hey," Oliver gently chided as he pushed on her wrist to lower her drink, "Slowly."

As much as Felicity wanted to down her drink in one go, she still had no energy for an argument with Oliver. She nodded her head in understanding. Swallowing her current mouthful she set her glass back down and proceeded to stare at the table, or rather, through it. Felicity stared at nothing, Oliver stared at Felicity, and as Diggle watched the two of them he decided he longer could stand the silence.

Jumping into conversation, Diggle broke Oliver and Felicity out of their staring contests as they thankfully turned their attention to him. He told them of his talk with Carly earlier that morning, and after admitting his faults and helping her understand his point of view they had decided to give the relationship another try. A small smile graced Oliver's face as he nodded, happy for his partner, while Felicity raised her glass in his direction before taking another sip.

After a beat, she turned her attention to Oliver, "Maybe you should give that a shot."

"Huh?" His confusion showing in his wrinkled brow.

"Your crush object with a badge. From the lack of details – meaning no details, whatsoever - from your date, we're assuming it didn't go so well. If you really want it to work, then maaaaaybeeee you should try talking to her. Explain your side of things, and you two can work it out as well."

Oliver pondered Felicity's words a moment, but grimaced. His mind still occupied by the Dodger and the events of the evening. However, now that the criminal was officially caught, maybe things would slow down a little and he and McKenna could have a chance.

"… Yeah, maybe…" Oliver replied softly.

Felicity smiled at him, happy that he was at least listening to her advice. Polishing off her drink, she sucked in breath and let it out slowly. With her nerves finally settled, she felt like she could breathe again. The combination of alcohol and relaxing with her boys was sorely needed.

A small smirk came to Digg's face as he watched the tension released its hold on her body. "You ready to call it a night?"

She replied with a sigh, "Yeah. A bath and some Netflix sound good right about now."

"Hey," Oliver leaned forward and placed a hand on her arm, "Will you be ok?"

"Yeah. I'm good," she smiled.

"Alright," Diggle said standing up and buttoning his coat, "Felicity, I'll drop you back off at your car. Oliver, would you like me to take you home then?"

"No," pausing Oliver shook his head, "I'll catch a cab… I think I need to have a chat with McKenna."

His partners shared a knowing smile, and then the three of them headed out to where the car was parked. Following 'goodbye's and 'see you tomorrow's, Felicity and Diggle turned towards the car; however, Felicity paused when she suddenly remembered.

"Oh, Oliver. Here. Don't forget your jacket."

Oliver watched as she slipped off his suit jacket, and an unknown feeling sunk deep in the pit of his stomach.

"Thank you for letting me borrow it."

Accepting the jacket, Oliver nodded with a small smile. "Of course."

She returned his smile before slipping into the passenger seat. Oliver watched the town car speed off into the night as he stood waiting for his cab.

After the taillights disappeared from his view, he finally moved to slip the garment back on – a chill running through his torso as his buttoned the jacket. His forehead wrinkled at the sensation. It was rather curious – that he would suddenly feel colder wearing his jacket than the whole time Felicity had been wearing it…


A/N: Thank you for reading! Please leave a review if you enjoyed the story, I'd love to hear what you think. I'd also love to give a time frame for when I'll get the remaining parts out; however, my November is about to get CRAZY. So, I'll do my very best to not have the gaps be too long, but I make no promises. Until next time!

-RedPens&GreenArrows