Felicity sighed to herself. "Come on Felicity" she mumbled to herself, "get your head out of the clouds and back behind this desk."

It had been months since that night, or rather, that night. He had said he loved her. It had all been a ruse of course, a ruse she had been in on, but that hadn't stopped her brain from building castles in the air with the name plaque Mr. and Mrs. Queen hanging on the door.

She didn't deny that she had feelings for Oliver, but those three words had her heading to the nearest IKEA and decorating their dream house. What made the situation even scarier was that those words were fake and she knew they were fake. And yet there she was hoping, almost believing, they were all true.

She furiously typed away at her keyboard trying to bring the firewalls on their system up to her standards. There was a long way to go before the new lair's tech equipment was even close to the set up they had at the foundry. But unlike the last time around, she wasn't alone for 5 months, did not have the resources of Queen Consolidated behind her. So here she was with recently bought computers trying to best of a highly under equipped situation. And to make matters worse Oliver as was training behind her, shirtless as always. "Why is he always shirtless?", she thought to herself. "Not that I mind. In fact I prefer it that way. But its not good for my state of mind. God when even I don't talk I ramble."

An annoying beep dragged her attention away from the window she was working on to a window buried under many others. "Umm Oliver. I think there is something here that needs our attention."

Oliver walked over to her makeshift work space. "Whats up Felicity?" Oliver asked as he stood behind Felicity's chair to get a better look at her screen. " Robbery, assault, homicide? What does SCPD need help with tonight?". Her desk wasn't as large as the one she had in the foundry but she had managed to place two computers on it. That left little space for her papers and made always made her feel closed in. Now with Oliver standing right behind her, holding onto to the back of the chair, Felicity felt like the oxygen in the room was suddenly being sucked out forcefully.

"I hate to break this to you Oliver." Felicity said her fingers still flying across the keyboard. "But it isn't the SCPD that needs us. Its more like Starling National needing something from us. And by something, I mean little green pieces of paper with dead presidents on them."

Oliver brows furrowed. "Felicity, are you telling me we are broke?"

Felicity nodded slowly and swiveled her chair around. "We went through all the money we had left buying up the tech equipment and the training stuff. Not to mention we need to buy your arrows and machine to customize those arrows. I mean being a superhero by day is much easier when you are a billionaire by day. I don't think you understand the facts of life completely. " She grew hot as she realized how her brain had betrayed her yet again.

Oliver smiled, "Felicity, let me assure you that I am proficient in the facts of life. But right now I don't know what we can do about our immediate financial situation."

"Well", Felicity began haltingly partly because she didn't know how the idea in her head would be received and partly because he was standing so close , "I actually did have an idea. I could just get a job. An IT job not an executive assistant job because you know I kind of hated that job. Not that I hated working for you, I just didn't like being in that position." She slightly blushed at those last few words realizing the picture her verbal blustering had created. "But I have a couple of job interviews lined up this week and in case I get something then I would have a nice enough pay package to help out around here. "

Oliver couldn't believe what he had just heard, "Absolutely not Felicity! I cannot ask you to work in order to finance our crusade. I am getting some legal advice about getting the company back. And I only think it's a matter of time before I get Queen Consolidated back. And I still need my girl Wednesday. "

Felicity stood slowly. She was definitely not as tall as he was but she was afraid of standing toe to toe with him. "Oliver first of all, its girl Friday! Friday! I have said this to you before! Its Friday! And if I choose to get a job I don't need your permission. What I said before it was to let you know that I won't be here during the days if I get the job. And, wait" she held up her hand the second she realized Oliver was going to interrupt her rant. "And," she continued, "You didn't ask me to fund this crusade. But you said before we are partners. Its my responsibility also to make sure that we carry on as seamlessly as possible. I am going for those interviews Oliver. And with my resume and set of skills I will get those jobs. I will just have to take the job that I like the most and, the one that, pays quite a bit of money. Enough to pay my rent and help out around here."

Oliver sighed, there was no arguing with Felicity when she set her mind on something. "Alright. You are right. There is no reason that all of us should be unemployed. You are going to get all the jobs that interview for, of course. There isn't a company around that wouldn't benefit from having you as pat of their team" , his voice softened, "you are definitely the heart of ours. But you need to come back as soon as I get Queen consolidate back. I can't do much without my executive assistant now can I." With that, Oliver walked away to resume his training.

"Umm.. just to be clear if I get a job in the IT department somewhere else I will not be coming back to get you coffee and answer your phone calls no matter how powerful the computers at my desk are Oliver." Felicity yelled at his back.

She didn't see his secret small smile.