A/N: This chapter is a little short and I apologize for that, but it felt like the right place to put a cut between scenes for a chapter break. Thank you to all of the faithful commenters and reviewers! I love you all so much!

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"John, we have a problem," Oliver said, lifting his phone to his ear immediately after it rang. He was met with the laugh of his best friend on the other end of the phone.

"I was about to say the same to you. Where are you?" John replied.

"I was having coffee with that reporter from the Sentinel this morning. She wants to do an interview with me to try and counteract the bad publicity Chase has been putting out," Oliver replied, allowing his mind to wander back to the pretty reporter he had left behind in a rush. "I'm at that small shop on the corner of Parker and Fifth. Do we have a location of a blast?"

"Not yet. Something's wrong with our system. I've been trying to fix it all morning."

Oliver ran a hand over the top of his head as he made a sharp right at the end of the sidewalk. "Okay. I'm on my way to the bunker, but I think someone's following me. It may take me a bit." He looked back over his shoulder and thought he had seen the hint of a blonde ponytail, but he wasn't certain.

"Do you need me to call for backup?"

Oliver looked over his shoulder once more and realized who it was that he had seen. Shaking his head, he sighed before replying to John. "No. It's Felicity."

"Who's Felicity?"

"The reporter I was just with. I told her to stay back. Apparently, she doesn't listen very well."

"What are you going to do about her?"

"I guess I'm going to bring her with me. I can't really just leave her out here, can I?"

John sighed as he paused on the other end of the phone momentarily. "I guess not. What are you going to tell her?"

"The truth, I guess."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"No, but right now it's the only one I've got. I'll see you in a few."

With that, Oliver hung up the phone and turned the corner quickly, pressing his back up against the wall and waited for her. If she was trying to be sneaky in her efforts to follow him, she was failing desperately since she was only ever a few steps behind him. Laughing to himself quietly, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

. . . . . . . . .

"Where did he go?" Felicity mumbled to herself as she moved past the crowd of people who were standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes and snap at them, she sidestepped the couple that was approaching her and made her way down the sidewalk quickly.

Just as she turned the corner, she felt a hand wrap around her waist and pull her out of the middle of the sidewalk.

"What the hell? Let me go!" she shouted as she began swinging her arms at the person who was touching her. Slowly she lifted her head to see who her captor was. "Shit."

"I thought I told you to stay at the coffee shop," Oliver grumbled, looking down at her as she stood in his embrace. He was forcing himself to ignore the rapid beating of his heart as his eyes met hers.

"Why would I stay behind? There's a story unfolding and I plan to be the first one to cover it," she replied quickly, fluttering her eyelashes briefly before taking a step back allowing Oliver's hand to drop back to his side.

"Because something near the coffee shop just exploded and you could get yourself killed being out here.." Oliver remarked, shaking his head briefly as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I won't get killed. I'm not that clumsy," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why is it safe for you to be out here? Something just exploded after all."

Oliver opened his mouth to say something but shut it again quickly. Now was not the time to have this discussion. They were in the middle of the sidewalk where literally anyone could walk by and overhear what they were saying.

He reached out and took her hand. "Come with me. I have to show you something."

Felicity looked at him for a few moments, weighing her options at that exact moment. Go somewhere with the most eligible man in Starling City or go figure out what the hell was happening to the city. Looking over her shoulder briefly, she noticed the cloud of smoke rolling up into the sky and then she turned her attention back to Oliver. His pleading eyes called to her.

"Fine, but if I lose my job as a reporter because I didn't follow up on this story, you owe me a job at Queen Consolidated," she told him, taking a few steps forward to stand closer to him.

Oliver tossed his head back with a laugh before nodding his head. "I think I can handle that. We were looking for someone to fill a position in our media center," he replied. He quickly took her by the hand and led her down a series of alleyways. She wasn't quite sure where he was taking her, but at this point, she couldn't really turn back.