AN: I'm going to try to aim for updating every week but don't hold me to that. And I'm sorry for any of the grammatical mistakes that you may come across because I was in such a rush to finish and post.

Disclaimer: As a general rule, I don't own Arrow – I just play around with the characters.

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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

XVI. Gone Fishing

"I mean, I get it – everyone does things to spice up their sex life. And I might not always like my sister, but it doesn't mean that I don't love her. I wasn't even going to say anything last night even when she made those digs at me, but when she said they were going to get married?" Sara sighed and shook her head. "I had to say something because you don't do that when you're getting ready to make that type of commitment. I don't know which is worse: the fucked up situation Laurel and Tommy put themselves in or the look of complete disappointment on Mom's face last night when she came back to the table," she mused, stuffing her sweatshirt into her bag.

Felicity shrugged beside her in the driver's seat and quickly signaled to turn. "I'd say your mom's disappointment is way worse. From what I've seen, she gets upset with you and Laurel from time to time but she's rarely ever disappointed in the two of you. What those two were doing goes against everything she believes in when it comes to love," she said, turning her red Mini Cooper in the direction of Verdant.

"Yeah, Mom's a hopeless romantic at heart," she sighed, tying her blond hair back from her face. "Thanks for chauffeuring me around town this afternoon."

"You're just lucky I was feeling nice today after last night's clusterfuck that was dinner," Felicity told her. "What did you say was wrong with your car again?"

Sara dug through her bag, double checking that she had extra water bottles and her towel for later when she taught her self-defense class. "I didn't – it wouldn't start this morning and I didn't have time to check it out since I was running late."

A few minutes later they pulled up in front of Verdant. Sara dropped her bag onto the backseat and quickly took off her seatbelt before hopping out. "I'll be right back. Don't have a panic attack while I'm gone if you see him, okay?" Felicity rolled her eyes and told her to go already.

Sara chuckled to herself as she quickly crossed the street and slipped inside the club. People were rushing around stocking the bar and getting everything ready for opening later that night but she paid them no attention as she quickly crossed the empty dance floor and made her way up the stairs to Digg's office. She made to knock but paused when she heard voices on the other side of the door.

"I don't know what it was about that girl, but she was different, Digg. And it has nothing to do with the mindblowing sex we had either. She's all I ever think about and if I didn't know any better I would say that she wasn't real but I have proof. She left a note. I just wish that she had stayed a little longer before leaving, or at least left me her number or something." There was a pause and Sara pressed her ear against the door. "All I know is her name, Digg."

"Oh yeah and what is it?" Digg asked.

"Felicity," Oliver sighed. A tense silence followed before his voice angrily cut through the air. "Don't give me that look, Digg. I know what you're thinking. This isn't just me wanting to use her. I like her. It was different with her and it this isn't just about the sex. I can't explain it and even if I could I wouldn't explain it to you if you're going to judge me."

Sara dove away from the door just as it was thrown open and casually leaned against the wall next to it.

"Hi, Ollie," she greeted. Oliver paid her no mind as he stormed out of the Digg's office past her. She frowned at his retreating figure. "Okay then," she mumbled under her breath before stepping into the doorway and rapping her knuckles against the door.

Digg sighed heavily and pulled a hand from his eyes to look at her. He raised a brow in question and leaned back in his chair. "What's up, Sara?" he asked.

She smiled and pointed at the leather jacket hanging off the back of the couch over by the windows. "I was in such a rush to leave after I realized that Felicity had disappeared and I forgot to grab it."

"Was there something else you needed?" he asked when she didn't leave.

Sara sighed and sat down in the chair across from him. "What did you say to Oliver to get him to stop, you know, picking up girls?"

Digg's eyebrows shot up his forehead at her question and he stared at her shock. "How did you–"

"Felicity's my best friend just like Ollie's yours, Digg, and she tells me everything. And I mean everything," she stressed. "What did you say to him?"

He leaned back in his desk chair and blew out a deep breath. "I told him that he was getting too old for that crap. He's almost thirty years old and he's slept with nearly every available woman in this city. When Felicity told me what was going on, I saw it as the perfect opportunity to talk to him. He's been, as she called him, a manwhore. Has been since long before we met back in college. I asked him where he saw his life going in the next five years and he couldn't answer me, so I told him to rethink his life choices when it came to women. He obviously did because Felicity told me that the…banging had stopped."

She nodded thoughtfully. "Okay. You obviously know what happened Friday night, so tell me this: has Ollie ever pursued a woman?" she asked. "Felicity told me he went looking for her after she slipped out before he woke up and I kind of overheard you guys' conversation. Sounds to me like Ollie really likes her."

"Oh, there's no doubt that he likes her, Sara, but I don't want her getting hurt. Felicity's a sweet girl but Oliver doesn't exactly have the best track record with the opposite sex. They usually fall at his feet and once he done with them, they're gone. Never to be seen again."

"She likes him too, but I can tell that she's scared that he'll break her heart. On the one hand he's the manwhore next door who's been making her life hell, but on the other he's Oliver the really attentive guy who only had eyes for her." Sara paused and sighed softly, rising from her seat and moving to stand near the window. She spotted Felicity's little Mini Cooper and watched her play with her phone. "She's miserable and I hate seeing her like this. If Ollie's really changed, then I'm going to do my damndest to get them together if he doesn't already do it himself…" she said, trailing off as she saw Oliver pause on the sidewalk in front of Verdant.

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Felicity swiped her thumb across the screen of her phone so that the two little candies matched up and made a row of three. She bobbed her head in time to the pop song playing on the radio, mouthing the lyrics, and periodically glanced at Verdant.

How long did it take to get a jacket?

She rolled her eyes to herself and tossed her phone back in her purse with a sigh. Felicity made to change the radio station from the hideous song that started playing to something else but paused halfway there. She froze, the hairs on the back of her neck pricking and standing on end, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

Oh, god.

She was being watched.

She could feel it.

"Don't look. Don't look. Don't look." Felicity chanted the mantra under her breath over and over, futilely trying to get her heart rate back under control. But she couldn't resist temptation. She had to look.

Felicity slowly, deliberately, turned in her seat and looked out the window.

Oliver Queen stared back at her with those blue eyes of his from where he stood across the street.

Her heart stopped and she felt herself blanch the moment they made eye contact.

"Ohmygod!" she squealed and ducked down and out of sight the best she could behind the wheel of her car. "Don't come over here. Don't come over here. Don't com–" A knock sounded on the window and she screamed bloody murder.

"God, Smoak! It's just me," Sara exclaimed loudly, tightly clutching her leather jacket to her chest. "Who the fuck were you expecting – a fucking axe murderer? You scared the crap out of me!"

Felicity ignored her as she opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. She quickly scanned the street for him but he was gone.

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So, a little bit of an Olicity reaction, not much but we were more focused on Sara fishing expedition. And Sara's going to be meddling behind the scenes in the next few chapters, so try and spot her influence in Oliver's actions.

I forgot to mention this last chapter, but I have a new Arrow fic called "Death in the Family" up. You should go check it out and leave me some love over there too. It's really different from this one and I was nervous to post it but after reading the reviews I got I can already tell that people are going to love it.

Here's the summary – Expanded Arrowverse/Very slow burn Olicity: Felicity fakes her death to protect the ones she loves from Ra's al Ghul and his assassins. When the search for her has finally been called off years later, she's got a laundry list of things to do including finding the Dark Archer, stopping an arsonist, and trying to assimilate back into her own life and the lives of Team Arrow.

So, check that out and tell me what you think.