So I may or may not have taken this AU and run with it. I'm having too much fun with this. Anyways, here we are again, continuing into the blackhawk drama.

I still don't own Arrow. If I did, I could spend as much money as I wanted on my Captain America cosplay.

Felicity'd had a hell of a time coming up with a cover story for Oliver this time. She was investigating Blackhawk and she had some intel, but she was going to need more if she wanted to actually get the job done. And so she found herself in the Smoak Consolidated building once more, armed with a key fob and complete faith in Oliver Queen. After what he'd done for her with the laptop and the black arrow, she was confident in his abilities and was beginning to trust him. Although that trust was helped along by the little background check she may or may not have run on him.

Anyways, this time when Felicity clicked her way into Oliver's little corner of the IT department, she was armed with her most ridiculous cover story yet. When she approached his cubicle, he looked up at the sound, reclining in his chair when he recognized her.

"And here I was beginning to think that my days of being Felicity Smoak's personal computer geek were coming to an end," he greeted her with a little smile to show her that he was just kidding.

"Is that your way of saying you miss me?" she shot back at him with a grin, making for the entrance to his cubicle this time, instead of the short dividing wall.

"No," he answered her question, "but if it works for you, go with it."

They shared teasing smiles for a moment - what felt like an eternity of a moment - before Felicity dragged herself back to reality.

"So," she began, "a friend of mine is running a scavenger hunt and there's a case of Lafite Rothschild 1982 waiting at the end."

"Oh, I love red wine," Oliver said under his breath with the beginnings of a groan that was headed towards sinful. Felicity smirked a little, filing that little fact away for future reference.

"But in order to find it, I first need to get through this," she said, taking the security fob from her purse and handing it to Oliver. He hmmed to himself as he looked it over.

"A security fob?" he said, though it came out more like a question. Felicity shrugged and with a sigh, Oliver turned to his computer screen. He was typing something, Felicity wasn't sure what, but she took the opportunity to come up behind him and lean over him while he worked - one hand on the back of his chair, the other bracing herself on his desk. "It's pin protected," he finally said, and Felicity saw on the screen something that looked a bit like the Blackhawk logo. "The challenge response goes back to a company called Blackhawk Squad Protection Group."

"Yeah," Felicity said quickly, searching for a lie to give and failing to notice the way that Oliver startled a bit when he realized just how close she was. "My friend had her bodyguard set it up for her," she finally said. "Personally, I think it's cheating, but whatever." As she spoke - her mouth far too close to his ear for comfort - Oliver collected himself and his damn nerves. She's just a girl, Oliver, you can handle talking to girls, he told himself, and he got back to poking and prodding at the security protocol.

"This is a military-grade cryptographic security protocol," he realized, even more skeptical now of Ms. Smoak's intentions. "Your friend really went to all this trouble?"

"The idle rich are hard to entertain," she answered smoothly. "Listen," she said, and he turned in his chair to properly look at her. "You get through it and one of those bottles of wine is yours," she said, moving one hand to rest on his shoulder. Oliver didn't even try to hide his smile.

A week later, Oliver's doorbell rang and he went to go answer it. There was no one there, but he did stub his toe on a box left on his stoop. He glanced around the street, looking for who might have left it, but there was no trace of whoever it had been.

His curiosity getting the better of him, Oliver knelt down to inspect the box. It was plain and boring, really, but then he found a pink slip of paper taped to the side - a shade of pink he was starting to grow pretty damn fond of. It was the same pink that Felicity liked to wear on her lips.

Pushing aside the memories of Felicity Smoak and her winning smile, Oliver picked up the box to better read the note.

To my personal computer geek,

Hope you didn't think I forgot about my promise. Straight from the idle rich of Starling City, here's your wine. Thanks for all the help!

- Felicity :)

Oliver smiled. She added a little smiley face to her signature. She actually came through with it, he marveled to himself.

"Thanks, Felicity," he said under his breath, taking the box inside and locking the door behind him.

Across the street in a shadowed alleyway, a pair of bright pink lips smiled from beneath a green hood.

Felicity had deliberated over that damn smiley face for a good five minutes before she finally said to hell with it and just added it already. She'd made the right choice. And it seemed that Oliver appreciated her thanks, if that cute smile of his was any indication. Shit. I'm in trouble.

Thanks for reading! If you liked it, let me know in a review! I'm open to prompts with this AU as well, so if you have anything you want to see in this AU, just let me know! My PM box is open, or you could just drop a review :) Thanks again!

Natalie out.