I have not written in forever but this is a fic I continue to get request to finish. I finally finished writing and defending my dissertation so I am going to start writing again. I intend to finish this soon. Here is the next chapter. I know it is brief but I wanted to get something out. Thank you to everyone who has continued to read this fic. I hope you are still out there somewhere. Look for another update soon.

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Oliver heard a crash and then Felicity yell from the bathroom. Acting on instinct, he rushed through the door to see a wet Felicity clutching a towel around her body. "Felicity?"

Before she could answer, he noticed the small window in the bathroom was broken and a camera was sticking through the glass with whoever was on the other side clicking away. In two steps he had the camera in one hand and the hand of the paparazzi in the other, bending it at an unnatural angle. A yell sounded on the other side of the wall as a bone could be heard snapping.

Oliver turned, grabbed Felicity, and pulled her out of the small bathroom, shutting the door behind him and pressing her up against it. "Are you okay?" He looked down at her with concern evident in his voice.

Felicity attempted to catch her breath, all too aware that she was naked and still wet under the towel that was not so tightly wrapped around her anymore. As she shifted slightly, Oliver finally realized he was pressed up against her and she wasn't wearing much. He cleared his throat and took a slight step back only to have the towel slide further down her body, giving Oliver a good look at the glistening skin beneath.

The cool breeze brought Felicity back to reality and she blushed while pulling the towel back securely around her body. "Yes, I'm fine. I was getting out of the shower when I heard the window break and that's when you ran in."

Oliver, regaining his composure, shook his head. "At least they don't have any of the pictures they took." He lifted up his hand and shook the camera that he still gripped. It wasn't safe for them to be in her apartment which meant there was only one place to go. "Get dressed and pack a bag. We are going to my house." He took another step back and went into her bedroom to make sure no windows were broken in there. The curtains were still drawn and intact. "Looks like everything is clear."

Felicity followed him in, still clutching the towel with her other hand. She paused and looked at him, suddenly nervous that she was still very naked in her bedroom and Oliver was standing in front of her, his shirt slightly damp from pressing up against her earlier. She's imagined him in this very room many times but in her fantasies, he was wearing far fewer clothes. Positive her cheeks were cherry red she muttered, "I'm just going to…get dressed now."

"Yes, I should.. let you get dressed." Oliver awkwardly smiled and walked toward the door. "I will be right outside the door if anything happens."

"Thanks." Felicity pulled the door shut and then quickly turned to get dressed, trying not to think about Oliver in the other room.

Oliver stayed close to the door as Diggle came back in the front. "Paparazzi broke out her bathroom window so we're going to my house."

"Shit man. Let me see if I can cover the window." Diggle replied.

Oliver thought he heard Diggle say something along the lines of black handyman as well but wasn't sure. He turned back to knock on Felicity's bedroom door. "You okay in there?"

"Yeah, yes." She replied as she opened the door. Her wet hair had been pulled back in a sleek bun and she was wearing black slacks and a pink lace shirt that covered her somehow brought attention to what he now knew was underneath.

"You look nice."

"Thanks." I couldn't dry my hair but it will have to do. She had a bag thrown over her shoulder and he assumed she'd packed the necessities.

"Have everything you need?"

"I think so. I mean I have clothes for a couple of days. Do you think we will be gone long? I wasn't sure what to pack but I can always come back, right? This should blow over soon. Shouldn't it? Oh no! What about the bread? It's still rising. I didn't have time to bake it."

Oliver had completely forgotten about the bread. "We can take it and bake it there. Here, put this in your bag." Oliver handed her the camera he still held. "We can make sure to destroy any pictures on there later." Oliver turned and went into the kitchen, opening the second cabinet beside the fridge and pulling out a covered pan to put the break-in.

Felicity smiled at how comfortable Oliver was in her kitchen. They had grown closer lately with him spending more time at her house, trying to avoid the mansion at all costs. He was trying to keep Thea and Moira away from The Arrow but there was only so much time you could spend at Verdant. His taking her there meant he was concerned and knew that was the only place they would be safe. This was a different foe than he was used to fighting. He couldn't just put an arrow through the paparazzi. Surely this would all blow over soon.

I know it's brief but more will be out soon. Reviews?!