I can't really say anything about this story if I don't want to spoil it.

I started to write this story months ago (and wrote most of it) but then I just didn't have an idea how to finish it. Well, I sent it to my friend/dear beta and she liked it so I decided to finish it. I hope at least somebody's going to like it.

Oliver had been patrolling the city for two hours when he heard Felicity's blood freezing scream through the comms.

"Felicity, what's wrong?" He counted to three. "Felicity!" he shouted as there was no answer.

"Oliver," she whispered. She sounded frightened.

"What is it?!" Oliver needed answers and he needed them now. If someone was trying to hurt Felicity, he wanted their blood.

"You need to come back to the lair. Now!"

Oliver knew it could be a trap but he didn't think once he heard her desperate voice. He couldn't let anything happen to her so he went to the lair as fast as possible.

Felicity balanced on her chair when Oliver ran to the lair. She didn't really think what he would think about her standing on the chair, she was terrified. She watched Oliver to look around looking for a threat with his bow ready.

"What's wrong, Felicity?" he whispered, still ready to attack.

"M-mouse!" she answered in a shaky voice.

Oliver blinked. "What?"

"There's a mouse in here." Felicity looked around if she could see that little four-legged animal which scared her to the death. "Somewhere."

Oliver's posture eased, he walked to her, putting his bow on the table. "What do you mean there's a mouse in here? Like a real mouse? Four legs and a fur?"

"And a tail, Oliver!" she exclaimed. He chuckled and it made her furious.

"You want to tell me you called me back from a patrol because of a mouse? Seriously?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Well, I wouldn't if you were in the middle of a chase or something but you weren't." She raised her eyebrows.

Oliver wanted to say something but Digg chose that moment to come to the lair too. "What's going on?" he asked, looking from Oliver to Felicity and back.

"Felicity got me come back because of a mouse," answered Oliver with a meaningful look on his face.

Diggle looked confused. "She what?"

Oliver shrugged and John laughed.

Felicity didn't know if she was madder with her boyfriend because he didn't think it was serious or with Digg who laughed as it would be the best joke he ever heard. She didn't say anything, just waited for them to stop their laughing session.

"I'm glad it amused you but could you please do something about the mouse?" she glared at them.

Oliver smiled at her. "Felicity, it's just a mouse. It won't hurt you. Come down." He held his hand for her to hold.

But she looked away, her chin held proudly up. "No. Not until this place is mouse free."

"You do realize that I could just put you over my shoulder and carry you out, right?"

Felicity turned to him and stared him down with her narrowed eyes. "You could try."

Oliver's eyes sparkled and Felicity could tell he was considering that option. However after a few moments he sighed. "What do you want me to do? Put an arrow in it?"

Felicity looked disgusted. "No! I want you to catch it and took it out so it could live...somewhere...just not here!"

"Why don't we just poison it so it doesn't come back here?"

She took a deep breath. "Because it would be a murder and you're not that person anymore."

Dig, who had been watching the two of them quietly, chuckled. "It would hardly count as a murder, Felicity."

She gave him a look. "It doesn't matter! We aren't killing the poor mouse!"

Once again Felicity watched Oliver and John laughing. She knew she was being ridiculous. The mouse would probably been killed by cat or another animal. Although if Oliver couldn't catch it she would let him kill it but not without even trying.

It took Oliver and Dig almost an hour before they caught the mouse. If Felicity wasn't so scared she would find it hilarious like Thea - who came in the middle of the mouse chase - did.

Oliver and John set up a mouse friendly trap which was suppose to catch not kill. But the mouse seemed to be smart – Thea even asked if Felicity didn't do an experiment which included her DNA and a mouse. She just frowned at her because after everything they've been through it wasn't the least bit funny.

At the end Felicity gave up. She was too tired of watching their failed attempts to catch it. So with defeated just kill it she collapsed into her chair, her feet tugged safely underneath her. But when Oliver picked up his bow and arrow the mouse walked straight into the trap. All of them were taken aback. It was the last thing either of them expected.

Thea was the first to recover from the shock. She didn't wait for anyone else, took matters in her own hands and so the lair was finally mouse free again.

"I still don't get it," said Oliver the next morning over the breakfast.

Felicity raised her eyebrows, not knowing what he thought as she was thinking about work already. "What exactly?"

"How can you be so scared of mice?"

She frowned; she should've seen this one coming. She wanted to say something but he continued: "I thought women are more scared of spiders than mice."

Felicity had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes, she sighed and looked at her boyfriend. "Well, spiders I can kill. I can squash them if I have to, but mice have bones and...well, I just can't step on them, can I?"

"Um, you could," he assured her but then he saw the look on her face. So he just smiled, leaned over the table and kissed her just to make her forget he said anything.

So about this idea...my host family's cat brought a mouse into the house one day (well, she does that almost every day but it was the first time I actually saw it) and it was running around the kitchen and the cat was out so I had to catch it and believe me when I say that mice scare me to death. And I thought it would be fun to write Felicity who's scared of mice.

And btw. I don't understand why people are scared of spiders but they don't mind mice running around their homes. Ok, maybe I do but I still think that it's easier to get rid of the spiders than mice.