There had been no other signs of anyone being after her...Diggle...or even Oliver for well over a week. In that time, Oliver had been completely worried about her and she'd actually resorted on turning on the webcam here and there so he could see her. But they'd finally decided that she and Diggle didn't need to be staying at the Queen mansion and Felicity had told him that he'd survive.

Truth be told, she was going to miss having Oliver's arms around her every night.

Felicity stared down at her made bed. It just wasn't the same. "I get a taste of dream life and it just isn't the same…" she muttered. She wondered if cuddling with her pillow would come anywhere close tonight, she highly doubted it. "Pintrest wasn't wrong about how Disney princesses gave us an unrealistic expectations in life… I thought I had the prince…" Felicity sighed. "And now I'm talking to myself like a crazy person…"

She'd come home and showered, changed, and even gotten a small something to eat. Felicity had realized, after getting home, that she really needed to go grocery shopping. It had obviously been ages since she'd done so. It was hard to eat meals at home when it seemed like she was always at Starling National Bank (or previously Queen Consolidated) during the day and then at Verdant for the night. Take out just ended up being a much better option a lot of times, but she knew that all three of them really needed to stop doing that. They needed a Team Arrow dinner before crime fighting started or something.

Felicity hand her hand on the doorknob when her phone started to sound. She reached down to grab her phone and glanced at the screen. Oliver. She shook her head. Putting it up to her ear after pressing the 'answer' button, she headed out. "Oliver, I'm fine. I promise."

"I know," Oliver said, not too convincingly.

"Uh huh...and yet you are calling me," Felicity said as she locked her door. She had already figured that he'd still worry. So, really...she knew that this phone call was coming.

"I just…"

"I'm about to get into my car right now," she told him with a smile. "I'll be at Verdant soon," Felicity said as she turned around and started to head for her car. Her keys were already out and she was about halfway to her car when she heard rustling. She gasped and jumped at the sound.

"Felicity?!"

She looked over and sighed. "I'm okay… I'm okay… No league of assassins or anything…" she told him. "That I can see… It was just a cat…"

"Maybe this was a bad idea…"

"It wasn't even a black cat," Felicity told him as she got into her car. She hit the 'lock' button and then started her car. She switched him to bluetooth. One could never be too careful when driving.

"Why does that matter?"

"I don't know… They're supposed to be evil or bad luck, though I've never met a mean black cat before...so maybe it's just superstition."

"Are you here yet?" he teased.

Felicity smiled. "I'll see you soon? Okay?"

"Okay," Oliver responded finally. "Drive safe."

. . .

When she arrived, Oliver was the only one there. She looked around curiously. "Where's Diggle?"

"I told him to take Lyla out… Pretend to be normal… Try not to get shot."

Felicity smiled. "That's awfully nice of you."

"I told him that you would back me up," Oliver told her.

She noticed that he was still in his normal clothing and hadn't yet changed into his Arrow outfit. Felicity wondered if he was really doing this for Diggle or if he'd actually planned this so that he could spend quiet time with her. Felicity slid into her chair, keeping her coat on, but stowed her purse so it would be out of the way. She spun to face Oliver. "So, are you just patrolling?"

"The city's been pretty quiet so far," he admitted. "I'm kind of hoping that it stays that way…"

"Mr. Queen, are you trying to seduce me?" she teased as he continued to stare at her. Felicity still really didn't know where they stood. The one thing she knew above everything was that he and John would always be there for her. If she got into trouble, they'd save her. There was never a doubt in her mind about that.

"Is it working?" he asked as he pulled the other computer over and sat down in it.

"No," Felicity said with a smile. She reached out and patted his arm. "You may be charming as hell, Oliver, but I think there's some things you still haven't relearned." Of course, she was only teasing. Oliver really didn't do much to get her to do just about anything. Plus, the memory of sleeping in his arms was still firmly ingrained in her mind and she really wished for a repeat.

"I'll just have to try harder."

Felicity beamed. She didn't mind Oliver paying her more attention at all. "So, if you're not out roaming the city tonight, then what are we going to do?" she asked. After all, normally that was their thing. Oliver would work out, much to her delight, shirtless as a bonus and then he'd be out there patrolling the city. He'd make sure everything was safe. She and Diggle would be back at Verdant backing him up in any way they could.

"We could have dinner."

"I thought that we were going to pretend to be working tonight?" she questioned, though she liked this idea no matter where it went.

"We are," Oliver said quickly. "But we both still need to eat."

"Shall I order Chinese?" she asked. It seemed like the main thing that they ordered when they were at Verdant. It was different when they had been at Queen Consolidated, there were tons of choices in the surrounding area. The Glades was much different, especially after The Undertaking.

"We've had Chinese a lot lately," Oliver said. "How about I surprise you?" he offered. He smiled at her and looked over at Felicity's screens. So far, it all still seemed silent. "I'll take the bike out...do some patrolling and pick up food on the way back?"

Felicity smiled back. "I'm assuming without the costume."

"I think that it might be a little more appropriate for me to complete the patrol tonight as Oliver Queen."

She got serious suddenly. Felicity knew that whoever had been after her (and possibly Diggle) was still out there. They knew that Oliver was Arrow or at least had some kind of connection figured out. Even though she knew that they needed to go back to normal, it was still at the back of her mind. "Just...really...watch yourself," she told him. Felicity really didn't want to have to drive out to save him, only to find herself kidnapped.

"I will be extra careful and cautious tonight," he promised before getting up.

Turning in her chair, she watched as he went. Maybe life wasn't so bad even though things were changing. She had to admit that she wasn't going to complain about how things were changing between her and Oliver. Of course she still missed Diggle and Oliver during the day, but she tended to be less stressed by the time it came to heading to Verdant at night.

. . .

Their night had been quiet down below Verdant. It had been a refreshing change of pace. Oliver had brought her dinner from the place that they'd gone to lunch before. She was fairly certain that take-out wasn't their normal thing, but since he was Oliver Queen...they'd make it happen. It was sweet and she'd felt very spoiled at the same time. They'd spent time talking about anything and everything and laughing…

As awkward as she had thought it was going to be though, that morning, it was anything but. They'd stayed the night at her place, which was different and she was happy that she'd cleaned since being able to sleep at her place once again. Though she was fairly sure that Oliver was used to sleeping longer at the Queen mansion than he was at her place. He hadn't argued though. He'd gotten up when she had. They'd taken turns showering and then Oliver had complained about not having clothes for about five minutes before she pointed out that she'd made him bring in the spare suit from his car way earlier that morning.

"Coffee?" he asked when he walked out.

"I'm still not bringing you coffee," she teased.

He laughed. "I meant, do you want coffee? I think we might even have time for breakfast." He glanced down at his watch.

Felicity smiled brightly. It was just something different. The night before had been nothing special, they'd literally slept in each other's arms mostly clothed. That was it. She was okay with that. She figured that taking it slow was the best thing when it came to Oliver. Plus, she wanted to savor whatever their relationship turned into...not rush into it and possibly have things ruined because of it.

"What?"

"What?" she repeated.

"You're smiling."

"I smile a lot," she pointed out as she pulled her coat on. Felicity consciously tried not to smile as much. It was hard while thinking about how happy she was. Feeling like someone who ahd a bit of a domestic life was sort of nice. It was almost love movie worthy.

"You do, but this is different," he said.

"I'm happy, it's not a crime," she added a moment later. Felicity grabbed her purse and they headed for the front door. "I have about an hour before I need to head to work, where do you want to go?"

"How about we pick something close to the bank, that way I can keep you longer?" he suggested with a smile.

"Are you going right into work after?" she asked curiously.

Oliver shrugged. "I was thinking about it. At least it would be quiet for a while… Might actually get some work done."

"Maybe the day will go smoother…" Felicity told him as they walked towards their respective vehicles. "Though, let's be honest...it probably won't…"

"You know we could always call in sick," he suggested as they both reached their respective driver doors.

Felicity smiled over at him. Tempting. It really was tempting. She opened her car door. "Some of us have to be responsible adults, Mr. Queen. Not all of us can have our name up on buildings…"

"Well, it's not actually my whole name… I'm pretty sure it's just the 'Q'," he called back.

She sighed. He was impossible. Felicity got into her car and pulled the door shut and pulled out her cell phone and quickly texted him a reminder that they hadn't decided on a breakfast location besides the general vicinity. She really liked knowing where she was driving…

His response was playful and very Oliver.

Oliver: You'll see.

She just hoped that it wasn't anything super fancy. She didn't think that rich people ate out for breakfast as much as they did other meals, but she always worried about running into people that might make her feel awkward. Mainly Isabel. So, it was just Isabel she was really concerned about. No one else would really say or do anything, except be polite, of course.

So, Felicity just drove. She went on autopilot in a way as she drove. This was becoming routine. At first, she'd told herself that it was temporary, but she'd done it more than a week, so she was starting to just accept that this was her new job. Her mind was just thinking about everything.

Not long ago she was just an IT girl at Queen Consolidated. The most exciting thing in her life was Oliver Queen walking into her domain and trying to tell her that he'd spilled a latte on his laptop that was riddled with bullet holes. Back then, he was charming and hard to resist even with the obvious lies he through at her to cover up who he really was and what he was really doing. Now, she was working at Starling National Bank with Walter, which was a job that she did actually enjoy...her boss being Walter again was a plus. Her nights were spent doing good, even if no one really knew about it. But that wasn't all of it, she had a family…

. . .

This was officially the best breakfast plan. Not far from the bank was a park, but she'd yet to have time to walk there. Mainly because for majority of her time at the bank she was either trying to work like crazy in order to avoid Oliver or she was basically on lockdown in hopes that it would keep her safe. They'd gotten bagels and coffee and found a bench. Not the best breakfast, but it was simple and perfect in its own little way.

"We should do this more often," she found herself saying, without thinking, which happened a lot. "Breakfast, I mean… I mean you staying over is good, too… I just- I don't want to pressure or…" She saw the look on his face. He looked absolutely amused with her. "Anything."

"I don't think you have to worry about pressuring me," Oliver told her. "I think we both know that I do what I want to do and I'm with the people that I like and whose company I enjoy…"

"Except Isabel," Felicity whispered.

Oliver laughed in response. "Well, business doesn't always let us choose to be able to do what we want and be around the people we want to be around all the time…" he conceded. He reached out and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand as he stared at her. "You know what I mean," he whispered.

Felicity smiled and blushed before looking down for a moment. When she looked back up, he was still staring at her. "I know…"

"You ground me," Oliver told her, his tone suddenly serious. "Most of the time, anyway."

Staring back at him, she wondered if that was really true. She knew that she wasn't the only one who he worked with, of course. Diggle was a good man and he had morals, but Arrow...it really was a team effort. Felicity felt like she was always emotionally invested, especially back when they had a list of names. She'd see people and sometimes the bad guys on that list seemed to have changed even if they hadn't righted their wrongs quite yet. She didn't think she'd grounded him then.

"You do."

"What? I-"

"You have that face again… Like you don't believe what I'm saying," he told her.

"Sometimes I'm not sure," she admitted quietly.

"I'm never going to lie to you," Oliver told her frankly. "You can ask me anything. I might tell you that I don't want to answer it… Or that it's too hard-"

"Like the island?"

"Like the island," Oliver replied. "But that was five years that sometimes I wish I could forget...and other times I know that if I hadn't gone through that hell that I wouldn't be the man that I am today. You wouldn't know who I am…"

"Well, I'd know who you are, but I doubt you'd actually ever make it into the company… And I definitely would be still working at QC...though I most likely wouldn't ever see you...and you wouldn't know that I existed," Felicity said as she continued to think of what that world might look like. She preferred this one, even though it wasn't completely ideal.

"You're right," he told her. "I'm trying…"

"Your life hasn't exactly been picnic baskets and shiny things since you got back either," Felicity pointed out. She knew that Oliver was going through a lot with his mother incarcerated at Iron Heights and facing over five hundred counts of murder. Plus, it wasn't like he had been running the company since he'd been back, Walter and his mother had done that… He really was just trying to stay afloat in all things Queen Consolidated and Arrow. Which was why she really was trying to make things easier for him. It was why she wasn't pushing back to coming back to work at Queen Consolidated. As much as Felicity hated to admit it, QC needed Isabel Rochev right now, which meant that Oliver needed her too.

"I guess not…"

"You know, I do like it working with Walter," Felicity blurted out. She didn't know how much he thought about it. Well, she had a feeling, but she had no way of knowing for absolute certainty. "It's sort of nice having some space… Sometimes I think the three of us were always together and sometimes maybe we rubbed each other the wrong way because of being in close quarters all the time."

"I feel like you're trying to tell me something," Oliver said with a smile. "I'm a bad boss, aren't I? You like Walter better?"

"Walter has never made me get him a cup of coffee," she replied with a smile.

"Well, I am learning to get you a cup," he countered as he lifted his cup.

Felicity smiled and held back a laugh. It was true. "I do appreciate it." She held up hers and carefully touched hers to his with a 'toasting' gesture before taking a sip. "And...you know, there was just less drama with Walter...there is...now even…"

"I'm sure that if Walter was still at Queen Consolidated in my place, he'd be...what do you say Isabel does?"

"Sexually harass you?" Felicity asked. "And without you seemingly knowing it seems." She shook her head. "Let's get something straight. Walter wouldn't have let it get to that point because he wouldn't have gone to the island…"

"That's not fair."

"I know," she told him quickly. "Just stating a fact though." It was clear to her and Diggle that he'd gone to the island to not only hide from himself and being the Hood, but also to grieve for Tommy's death. During that time, QC had fallen like crazy. If someone had been there and in control, like Walter, then Felicity was fairly sure that it wouldn't have gotten to the point where Isabel Rochev could have stepped in for a hostile takeover. But the past was in the past and hindsight was twenty-twenty.

"Is it horrible if I want you to walk you to work?" he asked.

Felicity stared at him for a moment. "If you were any other guy then it would be incredibly sweet, but you're Oliver Queen…"

"So?"

"So, I haven't been there long enough where I want to be not only treated like the new girl, because I am...but also to have rumors fly about you and I," Felicity told him. "Because I don't even know what this relationship is…"

"Neither do I."

"Which is fine… I'm just saying… It would complicate things…"

"You're a complicated person," he pushed.

Felicity smiled a little. "They don't care if I am or not. They only care if I do my job…"

"And you do. Marvelously, I'm sure. I know."

"Oliver-"

"Please? Plus, it gives me a good excuse to see Walter…"

"So, you're going to see Walter?" she teased.

Oliver beamed. "If that's what it takes for you to agree to let me walk you to work and up to your office."

"It's not 'my' office-"

"Let's face it, you probably run Walter's life right now. It's your office," he told her with a smile. "Also, I think I should know how he's treating you… All this Walter is a better boss than me might just be a sham…"

Felicity let out a laugh and shook her head. They both got up from the bench and deposited their trash in a nearby receptacle. He took her arm and laced it into his. She was going to argue, but then she just couldn't bring herself to doing so. This was actually really nice. They really were turning into a movie, maybe not like a big screen type love movie but definitely like a Hallmark one.

"You're impossible," she whispered as they headed to the bank.

"I'm glad that we had this talk…"

"Oh?"

"Because I'd hate to hurt you...and it's good to know that I'm not the only one who isn't sure where this is going," Oliver admitted.

"Diggle hit you, didn't he?" she teased.

"I'm being serious," Oliver told her a moment later.

Felicity kissed his cheek as they walked. "I know," she whispered. "Right now, all that matters is that we're Oliver and Felicity… Anything more… It'll be what we make of it."

"Then I look forward to it…" he told her as he turned to look at her.

. . .

The End.