A/N: I'm back with the next installment of this Olicity series. I've gotten a few chapters prewritten since NaNo, so I'll be able to update this piece again in the very near future.

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~starr

Felicity looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. She had decided that someone needed to say something to Malcolm about Adrian's bullshit, and it needed to be said soon. Things were starting to get out of hand, and it wasn't even that her name had begun to appear in the articles, but she was sure that was all that Malcolm would see it as. At least at first. She had plans to get him to see the error in his way of publishing these articles.

Oliver wasn't entirely sold on her plan, but he had told her that he wasn't going to stand in her way of doing what she planned to do. She knew that things were going to get messy and that she was risking her job to tell him what exactly she thought of his little "star" reporter, but she didn't care about that right now. All she cared about was getting her name out of the damned headlines.

"You can do this, Smoak," she whispered to herself, adjusting her ponytail and pushing her glasses back up on her nose. She took one last look in the mirror in her office before pulling her office door open and making her way down the hall. She was only a few doors away from Malcolm's office, and the last time she checked, he had an open-door policy when it came to discussing ways to make the paper better.

She had her eyes on the prize and marched her way full speed down the hallway toward Malcolm's office. She didn't pay attention to anything that was going on around her. It wasn't until she just stepped in front of the office door and she froze in her tracks. All of the words that had been floating around in her head that she wanted to tell Malcolm flew out of her head and were nowhere to be found.

"Where's the fire, Smoak?" Tommy laughed, tapping her on the shoulder.

Slowly she turned on her heels and exhaled sharply as she met his eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest and took yet another deep breath. "There is no fire, or if there is, I'm not going to be the one dealing with it. If you need me, I'll be in my office."

"But you just left your office and headed this way," Tommy replied, furrowing his brow and crossing his arms over his chest. "What's going on, Felicity? You're acting weird."

"Nothing's going on, I'm just a chicken," she said, pushing past him and making a mad dash back to her office. Once she was safely inside, she pushed the door closed behind her and sauntered over to her desk, taking a seat and resting her head in her hands and elbows on the surface.

"Spill, Smoak," a voice called to her from her doorway.

Glancing up through her fingers, she found Tommy standing in her open door. "Didn't I shut that?"

Tommy laughed and pushed the door closed behind him as he took a step into her office. "You did, but something's going on, and I'm going to figure out exactly what it is." He picked up one of the chairs in front of her desk and flipped it around before taking a seat. "So, you can either tell me what's bothering you now, or I can sit here until you are annoyed enough with my presence that you tell me what's on your mind."

She looked at him for a few moments and contemplated her choices. She could parade her personal life around the office and hope that her colleagues would continue to take her seriously as a reporter, or she could keep her mouth shut and wait for Chase to reveal her name in an article. Neither was sounding like a good option.

She sighed and hung her head, covering her face with her hands as she mumbled through them. "You know Chase's last article?"

Tommy thought about it for a moment and nodded his head. "What about it?"

"Meet the blonde who has more fun," Felicity said, looking up at him through her fingertips. She grimaced as she waited for him to respond. To be honest with herself, she was waiting for him to tell her that she was jeopardizing her article's integrity by getting close to him.

"Well, that's one way to guarantee an interview with the man," Tommy replied, tossing his head back with a laugh. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Smoak?"

Shaking her head, Felicity tossed her arms up in the are before collapsing them back down against the table. "I have no idea what I'm doing. It started out with phone tag, which eventually led to coffee to discuss the possibility of the interview, but then that got interrupted. Then it was more phone tag, and then we met a second time, but after that, this stupid article came out. Now I don't know what to do."

Tommy nodded his head slowly, contemplating his next remark because he could tell she was flustered, and he wanted to help out his friend. "Maybe you should set the interview aside until Chase finds a new target for his headline."

Felicity shook her head and pressed her lips into a firm line. "Nope. There's no way I'm pushing this once in a lifetime interview aside because of some idiot with a pen who thinks he's at the top of his game. I have a feeling that his career is going to be short-lived."

Furrowing his brow, Tommy looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face. "What makes you think that? He's had how many headlines in the past month and a half alone?"

"The mill he's getting information from will run dry soon," Felicity said with a shrug. "It was a piece of wise advice someone gave me the other day."

"Does that someone happen to have icy blue eyes and happen to be the billionaire Playboy of Star City?" Tommy asked.

Felicity put her fingers to her lips and pulled them across like a zipper, leaving a smile behind her fingers. She winked at Tommy as she reached for the stack of files that were sitting on the corner of her desk and started flipping through a few of them.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Smoak. I don't want to have to come to save your ass when you get yourself in too deep," Tommy said, pushing himself up from the chair and making his way toward the door.

"I'm not worried about that," Felicity replied with a wink. "I'll see ya later, Merlyn. Close the door behind you on your way out."