Fluorescent lights flicker against the rims of her glasses, her eyes begin tracing blueprints of a vast building, whilst on a complimenting screen she watches the numerous surveillance camera's. Her advice allows him to stay in the shadows out of the lenses reach, but also in safety the last thing the vigilante needed was the cops turning up and arresting him mid-mission. Her Heart raced matching the sketchy beats seeping out of a near by club. She was safe in her little cave, he however was not her boss, her friend, her partner needed her. His ability to go rogue infuriated her as usual only Diggle seemed to listen to her completely, the arrow had cut off all communications only a tracking signal highlighted his whereabouts. Something she had sneakily inter worked into the new custom bow she had made for him, a feature she was sure he was unaware of as he would have ditched that too even if it was to be his only weapon. Digg's voice swarms the com-ms "Felicity i cant get eyes on him". "What about Oliver?".

"What the hell happened, you don't just ditch the com-ms and go all Rambo on me-us" Felicity babbles, throwing out her ear piece taking a step closer to an out of breath Oliver.

"Felicity" he sighs tilting his head slightly to her, as some attempt to stop her from being annoyed at him.

"Oliver" she mimics glaring at him, trying to prove his stare has no apparent effect to her outside as it does her insides.

"I'm fine OK" He tries to reassure her.

"Look I get that for five years you turned into Jack Freaking Shepard but-"

"Who?" Digg asks, slightly confused to yet another of Felicity's rant references. Oliver looks to him and to Felicity searching her face for some kind of hint as to who she meant.

"Really, neither of you? lost? plane crash-stranded on an island?" Her hands waving in every direction as some sort of guide to bring her point across, "Nothing?" Felicity slumps in her chair facing the computer, tapping away at the key board the news bulletin pops up on the screen, 'New party drug hits the Glades killing 15 year old girl'

"I'm here at the scene of the crime where the body of Kasey Mackenzie was found, it is speculated she overdosed on a new party drug off a shipment from Russia, though local government denies any knowledge of said drug, it's presence seems to be ever growing here in the Glades club scene, locals are hoping that our vigilante can help, can he? I've been Spencer May-field reporting live"

"Since when did the Russian mafia deal with the glades riff ruff" felicity Asks. She hadn't noticed Oliver now standing behind her, one of his hands rested on her chair, the other rubbing against the overgrowing stubble on his cheek, trying to hide the obviousness of his discomfort. Digg momentarily distracts himself realizing Oliver's body language stiffen and stifle as if he is about to swallow what it is he wants to get out. "What?" she begs feeling his warmth near and his lingering glare at the screen.

"Now would be a good time not to have secrets from us Oliver" Digg presses perching on the long steel table behind them, waiting expectantly for an answer.

"We have some associates in Russia, maybe I can get some Intel from their end" Oliver responds, ignoring them both.

"Good. But you want to tell us what you really know about this Oliver". Digg adds. He isn't letting Oliver get away with handling the information he knows by himself not again.

"Yeah!" felicity pushes.

"It's not important" Oliver brushes off their questioning, folding his as into his chest perched against felicity's desk.

"Do you mind?" She demands looking up at him expectantly.

"What?" Oliver baffled as to what has caused her voice to spike it's usual high pitched wine when she was angry, though he was unsure what he had done now. She stands causing them to be inches apart as Oliver also straightens his stance near her desk.

"You're sitting on my desk, this is my work space! I don't mess with the hood do i? and by the way all this 'high techy stuff'you disgracefully call it is thanks to me" she groans.

"Thanks to you? I think you're forgetting the few thousand dollars my company threw at this place first and by the way that same company funded all your 'high tech stuff' felicity" Oliver growled, pushing closer.

"Your families money may have brought this stuff, but even so without me you'd be dead right now"

"OK kids, enough! you're taking this situation out on each other, instead of the job" He stands showing a pair of hands in a surrendering gesture, "we are all over worked and over tired. So just go home. Both of you!" Dig protests, sighing at them. Cleverly enough as Diggle was he knew from the looks they shot him it was time for him to leave, sneaking out up the stairs back to Verdant.

Oliver observes as Felicity forms her hair into it's familiar pony tail style as her teal painted finger tips strand sections of hair into position, allowing him to see her piercing something that he'd always planned to question her about. It seemed so out of place for a brightly coloured dressed IT girl. Today was exceptionally different for her, dressed in a mid length, deep pink bandage dress. It skimmed past all of her curves, form fitting to say the least but to give it justice Oliver simply call's it 'curve hugging perfect' subconsciously in his mind as his eyes traced from her feet upwards, tracing her every inch every curve, spending a lingering stare at each point until her face reaches his at the same time, she frowns pushing past him to clean away some lab equipment.

"What do you mean i'd be dead?"

"You turned up in the back of my car remember, not Digg's so a little respect for what I do would be nice" Her voice protested in it's high pitched tone. Scrubbing the residing blood off the steel table left from a previous mission. Distracting herself from his gaze.

"I've never Disrespected what you do, Felicity. I sat on your desk, I didn't realize the desk meant so much" he laughs, to calm the situation.

"So not the point! you're actually so far from the point that i cant even comprehend it you because you wouldn't understand your-3...2...1" She counts her anger out, like a mantra. "You're you" she finishes up cleaning away in silence he watches as she swiftly moves back and forth, until he reaches out causing her to drop the tray of surgical tools. She tries to avoid tucking a dangling hair from her face to hide the rose in her cheeks as she picks up a pair of tweezers, Oliver's hand reaches out for them as the last item on the tray, placing them down as she stands with him. Though she still avoids eye contact, he tucks the lingering hair behind her ear holding his hand in place in the dip of her neck.

"I'm sorry" his hand glides down to her forearm, "I'm not used to having to keep-sharing around here, i was alone"

"For five years, yes i get it you've told us the same story a million different ways" She sighs.

"I need you to understand something"

"Understand that as long as you're Oliver Queen and the hood, you'll never be able to tell anyone the whole truth"

"You and digg"

"No we know what you want us to know, like laurel, like Thea, like your mother. No one truly knows you Oliver and you wont let them. " She adds.

"They cant know, i cant let them get hurt"

"Your cant, save everyone, the glades blow out showed us that, so stop trying to protect people from themselves because how do you expect people to stick around, when you wont let them even get close enough to want to stay"

"Felicity"

"You're not the only one with secrets Oliver, painful secrets too so stop feeling sorry for yourself and closing yourself off from everyone because you're not the first person who hurts in this world, or the last" Her eyes well with tears, holding them back in front of him to avoid more awkwardness, she hadn't expected to lash out so badly and he hadn't expected to admit defeat but there was no winning in this round, she was right and he knew it. He hated it.

"Where's Felicity?" Oliver's, voice worn from another meeting at Queen Consolidated. Part of the life he had to suffer through in-order to keep up appearances for those unaware of his second life. Especially his mother and Thea.

"I don't know i was just about to ask you the same thing." after a long pause Dig turns to an unmasking Oliver, "What did you do?"

"Me, Digg she was the one yelling at me"

"and for good reason"

"it's a desk" His voice picking up at the last word.

"You really think this is about a desk Oliver, you must not know allot about women", Tiny clicks of her Lou boutin heels echoed behind them, They were new. One of the first things she had brought with her Queen's Consolidated pay rise, her hair waving to and fro running inside to meet them. Oliver can't help but to smile at her presence in the cave. She threw off her scarf and coat dumping them on the steel table Digg sat at as usual, like as it was his post in the cave. Oliver's smiled dropped as she continued to ignore his presence in the room. Instead she stood rifling through her purse, seconds later she jumps up holding a flash drive,pushing past Oliver.

"You mist a bit" she points to the dull green residue on his nose, he reaches up feeling the sticky leftovers of the hood on his skin, rubbing it away with the back of his hand. He looks at her to check but she is already at her post otherwise known as the computer inserting the flash drive. Hitting away at the keys, allowing multiple windows to open each filled with countless amounts of random numbers and codes but she doesn't stop typing. Oliver is about to speak when she hits the Enter button and gets up she is almost out of reach but Digg stands in her way.

"I need to dry off, unless you want me to sit down her my underwear, i mean it's not like you want to, but i'm just gonna- yeah" Oliver reaches out again but a discerning look from dig shoots him down.