Chapter 12 – Sara Lance
An: I do not own Arrow. Thank you to my lovely beta missmeagan666 for her work.
Over the next week Oliver had been scarcely around Smoak Detective Agency because of the new job at QC. She heard from Diggle that Robert was working Oliver hard, forcing him to get up-to-speed ASAP. Oliver was taking it in stride but Felicity couldn't help but feel guilty that she had been the cause of this. She missed him at lunch but he always made up for it by bringing dinner to the lair. She used to look forward to lunch but the excitement she had for lunch has now shifted to dinner. They would talk about their days and he would seek her advice about several projects at QC that he couldn't understand. Even though she saw him at their night job, she felt like she wasn't getting to spend the same amount of time with Oliver as she had before and that troubled her. She shouldn't be feeling that way about him. She shouldn't miss him as much as she does.
Felicity started hanging around the lair later at nights which meant she woke up later in the mornings. Roy was supposed to open the office for her when she was late which was why she was surprised to find Detective Lance and Officer Boland waiting for her in Lance's car outside her office. She parked in her usual spot and met them in front of her office door.
"Am I under arrest again?" she asked. "Because I really think I might have to put your daughter on retainer."
Detective Lance cracked a smile, "No arrests today. We have a matter we wish to discuss with you."
"The investigation into the Cutter case?" Felicity hazards a guess. Both of their faces remained stoic not giving away a thing.
"Could we go inside?" Lance asked nodding at the door.
"Oh, yes, of course," Felicity put her thumb on the finger print scanner and then covered the keypad as she entered her code, Oliver's birthday, no one but her knew that.
They went through the first door and Felicity was slightly ticked off to find the lights off. Roy was still asleep. He knew he was supposed to open the office an hour ago! She opened the second door and switched on the lights.
"That's quite the security system," Officer Boland commented looking around the office.
"I would like to say she doesn't need it," Lance started, "But trouble has a way of finding Ms. Smoak."
Felicity rolled her eyes, "All of that is Oliver's over reaction to a client attacking me in my previous office. One door would have been sufficient but Oliver likes to be thorough. My office is this way."
She was about to guide them to her office when there was a crashing sound that came from the kitchen causing both Lance and Boland to draw their guns.
"Would that be the trouble you spoke about?" Boland asked Lance.
"It's probably just Roy," Felicity said ignoring them and moving towards the kitchen. She opened the door and swiftly closed it. She leaned against the door and looked at both Lance and Boland. "I was right. It is just Roy. My office is right through that door there," she pointed at the one to the left of Roy's desk. "Please take a seat. I'll be with you in a moment."
When she was satisfied that they were far enough away, she cracked the kitchen door open and whispered angrily, "The Kitchen!"
"Sorry ," came the voice of Thea Queen.
"I can't believe you two! We eat in there. Thea, I expect a new table in the kitchen by lunch time," Felicity state leaving no room for compromise.
"Done," her voice floated out from the room.
"Roy, I have a meeting now, when I finish you better be cleaning every flat surface in this office with bleach!" Felicity shook her head and walked to her office. There was a clearly stated rule about no sex in the office and Roy was going to face the full consequences for breaking that rule.
Detective Lance and Officer Boland were both seated in front of her desk. She hoped they hadn't heard her conversation with Roy and Thea. She liked to think she ran a professional office and that last thing she wanted was for clients to see her disciplining her occasionally delinquent employee. She closed her office door behind her and then strode forward confidently. She dropped her purse on top of her desk and delicately placed her laptop bag in the centre. She set it up and then looked at Lance, "So what do you need from me for the Cutter case? If this is about why Cutter targeted me all I can say is it's in connection with another case I was working on."
"It is kind of connected," Lance admitted, "But Officer Boland is working another angle. When you were speaking with me you mentioned cases you were working on where individuals were falsely accused."
"You want to know which cases," Felicity surmised.
"Yes," Lance answered honestly.
"No," Felicity replied firmly. How many times did she have to say her cases were confidential and anything short of a court order would not work?
"Surely you can see ..." Lance began trying to convince Felicity to release the information.
"What Detective Lance is trying to say," Boland interrupted, "Is any type of help would be appreciated even if it's just a point in the right direction." She was definitely more diplomatic than him.
Felicity sat back in her seat mulling over the request. "I think I can do better than just a point." She opened her personal files on the laptop and clicked on a project she had started recently. The printer in the corner of the room came to life and pages started coming out. "It'll be done in a few seconds," she said walking over to the printer. When it stopped she gathered the papers and went to the corner of her desk where the stapler was located. She tried to staple the document only to realise her stapler was empty.
"Frack! I hate when that happens," Felicity said moving to her desk draw to find the extra her staples.
"What is that?" Boland asked while Felicity dug threw her desk draw.
"It's my personal work. After I realised that the number of false arrests were rather high coupled with my recent," Felicity paused and then threw a smirk at Lance, "Trouble, I decided to look into all the suspicious police cases over the last 10 years." She found the staples and proceeded to put them in the stapler. "I've only completed the last year of cases so far. SCPD has a lot of cases," she added as a side note. She stapled the corner of the document and then handed it to Boland. "That," she said pointing to the document, "Are my results so far. I flagged several cases and started making a short list, which really isn't that short when you think about it, of all the cops that I think are dirty."
Boland started skimming through the document, "This is quite thorough. I know about Kane and Tuva but Hodgkin's too. IA could really use an investigator like you."
Felicity cocked her head to the side curiously, "IA as in Internal Affairs?"
"I think that will be all," Lance said getting up hurriedly and heading towards the door.
"Yeah, thank you very much for this," Office Boland said sincerely.
Felicity suspected that Officer Boland was IA and Lance was probably the only one in the precinct that knew. That meant that someone knew there was a problem at the station and they were trying to address it.
Detective Lance cleared his throat and Felicity turned her attention to him at her open office door, "Can you please tell Ms. Queen that her boyfriend's red hoodie is not suitable office attire."
Felicity rushed to the door, Roy was shirtless behind his desk and Thea was now halfway to the door that led up to his loft.
"Oh boss you're here," Roy said innocently.
"Of course I'm here. Where else will I be?" Felicity asked with narrowed eyes.
"The meeting you mentioned," Roy suggested with a shrug.
"You mean the meeting I just concluded in my office?" she fired back at him.
"Oh it was here," Roy realised. "That wasn't in your schedule for the day."
Felicity clenched her fists, closed her eyes and counted backwards from five. With each number she loosened her fist just a little bit. It was a technique that was supposed to release her anger but when she opened her eyes and looked at the bare-chested Roy her anger seemed to increase.
"Get out of sight so that my clients and I can leave. When I return you had better had cleaned this entire office from ceiling to floor! And I will be doing a thorough inspection."
The next day when she arrived at work she found the office open and Roy dressed to a tee. His shirt and pants looked freshly ironed and his hair was combed back in a more professional manner. She had a distinct feeling Thea had a lot to do with this look. He had her schedule ready for her and updated her on all of her cases, not that she needed updating but she listened to what he had to say. It was a stark contrast from the day before. She still gave him the cold shoulder though. He needed to learn that there was a time and place for everything. She entered her office and closed the door behind her. She looked over her schedule and noted her first appointment of the day was with Sara Lance. That was strange. Why was Sara coming to her and not Oliver?
By the time she had settled down, Roy was on the intercom letting her know that Sara had arrived early for her appointment and he asked, quite politely, if she was available to see Sara now. Felicity was available and she asked him in her professional tone to send her in.
"Hi Felicity," Sara greeted as she came through the door, "Do I want to know how you got Roy to dress like that?"
"Hi Sara, no, you don't want to know," Felicity said with a large smile. She pointed to the seat in front of her desk, "What can I do for you?"
"I prefer girls," Sara blurted out nervously as she took a seat.
"I heard," Felicity answered. "What does that have to do with me? Unless you're propositioning me? Are you propositioning me? I hope you're not propositioning me because you're so nice Sara and I would hate to have to disappoint you but I don't do girls. I rather like boys."
"Trust me; I'm not hitting on you. Oliver has his territory clearly marked and as great as you are, I'm not poking that particular bear. I just mentioned it because I'm bisexual and I didn't want that to be a problem. Even in this day and age I've encountered quite a bit of disapproval."
Felicity softened her expression, "I am a professional and I can assure you my client's sexual preference, unless it's underage kids, doesn't affect my ability to do by job. So what do you need me to do?"
"I met this girl recently but I haven't seen her in a few days and I'm worried that something happened to her," Sara said fidgeting on her chair.
"Is this the same exotic brunette from Roy's party?" Felicity asked curiously.
"No. We broke up that night actually," Sara admitted.
"Oh sorry," Felicity said a bit awkwardly. She hated situations like that. She never knew what to say.
"It wasn't meant to be," Sara said with a shrug. "I met someone new though."
"This girl that you're worried about," Felicity guessed.
"Yes," Sara replied.
"What is her name?" Felicity asked.
"I don't know," Sara replied.
Felicity's eyebrows scrunched together confused, "You don't know her name?"
"No. I met her at a bar frequented by the LGBTQ community. She was one of those that wasn't completely out of the closet yet because she paid for everything in cash and gave no one her name."
"Ok," Felicity said willing to give Sara the benefit of the doubt, "When was the last time you saw her?"
"Five days ago," Sara answered quickly.
"Where?" Felicity asked.
"When she left my apartment in the morning," Sara said with a slight blush.
"You had a one night stand with her?" Felicity asked in a neutral tone.
"Not exactly," Sara admitted. "Yes, we only had sex that night but we had a few dates. I first met her at the bar seven days before and we hit it off. We met there every night and finally five days ago I took her home. I thought we would have met up at the bar that night but she didn't show and she hasn't shown since so I'm worried."
"Sara, is it possible that she isn't interested," Felicity asked. She hated saying something so negative to Sara but she needed to be realistic. Part of her job was preparing her clients for bad news.
"No, she's definitely interested. When she left my apartment it was implied that we would see each other again," Sara said. Felicity knew Sara firmly believed that.
"You are absolutely positive she was not playing you?" Felicity asked again.
"She isn't like that," Sara said shaking her head in denial.
"You've know her how long?" Felicity asked sceptically.
"Look I know what it sounds like but I'm a pretty good judge of character. I need to find her," Sara emphasised.
"Ok. What does she look like?" Felicity asked opening a case file on her computer to start taking notes.
Sara smirked, "Exotic brunette."
Felicity gave her a look.
"I'm serious. I have a type," Sara admitted.
"Apparently, so all you've given me so far is she's an exotic brunette," Felicity summarised.
Sara nodded her head.
"Does the club have any security cameras?" Felicity asked hoping she could get a picture of the woman.
"Nope, I've given you all I know. Can you help me find her?" Sara pleaded.
Felicity leaned back in her chair, "You've certainly given me a challenge. I'll try. Can you write down the location of the club? I'll also need the days you met her there and the times you arrived and left. Also state if she was already at the club and if you left her there at the end of the night. Perhaps I can find some cameras nearby to track her down with."
"Great, I'll do that and text it to you," Sara said, "Uhm about payment, do you have a payment plan or something."
"Let's see how the expenses rack up. Oliver thinks I'm too cheap and I should charge more," Felicity said casually.
At Sara's salacious grin she clarified, "Charge for my private detective services."
"Mmmm," Sara said bursting out into giggles. "If that's what you two like to call it."
Roy updated her schedule to include a 2 o'clock appointment with Oliver. That peaked her interest because if it was Arrow related he usually called her directly. An appointment implied it was Oliver Queen related. Maybe Sara had mentioned to him that she had hired Felicity and he was coming to discuss that. Or maybe he ran into some other problem. It wasn't girlfriend related because he hadn't had one since Hannah. Most of the magazines were saying he was in a dry spell.
She was further confused when he walked through the door at 2:00pm on the dot and shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets and he looked like a young boy who was unsure of himself. His eyes were looking everywhere around her office but at her. She had never seen Oliver like this.
"Oliver?" Felicity asked getting up from her desk and going to him immediately. She reached out and held both of his hands in hers. "What is it?"
His beautiful eyes met hers for the first time since he entered her office. She could see he was nervous about something. He sighed and licked his lips.
"Felicity, I was wondering if…" he paused and looked up at the ceiling as if asking for strength. His thumbs started to rub circles onto the back of her hands.
Seriously? Where was the confident man that strode into the room and made eye contact with everyone? "If?" she decided to prod to get him to complete his sentence.
He inhaled and puffed his chest out, "Would you like to go to dinner with me?" he said on the exhale. He managed to make eye contact with her but just barely.
She smiled, "Yes, but not any fancy restaurant. I will not be a flavour of the week."
A humungous grin broke out on his face before he processed the rest of her sentence and his smile turned to a pout, "I was not that bad."
"You were," she insisted. "Though you kind of quit cold turkey after the Hannah incident."
"Hannah was a wakeup call that I need to start taking my life as Oliver Queen seriously. I had been only focused on maintaining the cover during the day but I need to live that life as well. I don't want any shallow relationships anymore. I dated most of them just to be seen with them. I probably only slept with a quarter of them."
That revelation surprised her.
"I want something more meaningful now. I want someone I can share both of my lives with. We don't have to be seen in public. In fact we don't even need to go to a restaurant, I'll cook for you," he said.
Felicity had zero control over the laugh that erupted from her. "You can cook?"
"Yes, they certainly don't cook for you in boot camp. In fact they don't do anything for you. You should have seen me the first time I tried to use a washing machine and make a bed," he reluctantly let go of her hands and walked over to her desk. He reached across and picked up the red pen and sticky pad. He wrote something down and peeled off the note and put it in her hands.
"This is the address for my private loft," he told her.
"You have a loft?" Felicity asked confused. She thought you she knew everything about Oliver. Clearly she had missed something.
"It's not in my name. Only Digg, Thea, Tommy and the Lance sisters know about it. 7:00pm. I'll have dinner ready," he said earnestly
"Ok," Felicity agreed.
Felicity stood outside the door to Oliver's loft and nervously adjusted the red dress she was wearing. She had spent the entire afternoon agonising over what to wear, how to do her hair, how much make up should she wear, so much so that she got zero work done. She left early and told Roy he could lock up early. She had forwarded all calls to her cell and if there was an emergency she would let him know.
She practically emptied her entire closet on her bed before she finally settled on the red cold shoulder dress that stopped at mid thigh. Once she finalised the dress she had to pick shoes, a purse, and jewellery to go with the look.
She made sure to arrive 15 minutes early because she doubted Oliver's ability to cook and she needed to verify his claims. She rang the buzzer and a frantic Oliver, dressed in an apron with a Disney princess on it, appeared at the door, "What!" he said angrily.
She arched her eyebrow at him. Clearly he didn't think she was the one ringing his bell.
His angry looked morphed into one of horror when he realised that it was Felicity standing at his door. "Felicity, you're early."
"A little," she said, "Cute apron."
"Thea bought it for me. She thought it would be funny," Oliver sulked.
"Oh it is but it's also very cute on you," she assured him.
He pursed his lips before remembering that he needed to invite her inside. He stepped aside and she entered quickly. She was a bit nervous because she knew she was entering Oliver's private sanctuary that he rarely shared with anyone. To be invited was a privileged but to be invited for a first date spoke volumes.
She scanned his loft. The ground floor was open with minimal furniture but the kitchen countertop was full with gadgets and devices. An alarm for the oven went off and Felicity watched as Oliver hustled back to the kitchen picked up some oven mitts off of the island and pulled a dish out of his double oven.
Felicity decided to follow him into the kitchen scrutinizing the area for takeout counters. When she didn't see any take out boxes she decided to check his garbage.
"Where's the garbage?" she asked casually.
Oliver was too preoccupied with his dish to wonder why she needed to know where it was. "That cupboard," he pointed quickly.
Felicity opened the cupboard and the bin appeared. She inspected the contents. She saw vegetable cuttings, a paper wrapping that usually wrapped meat sourced at the butcher came in and a pasta bag. There were no takeout boxes.
"Wait, do you doubt me?" Oliver asked as it finally clicked in his head what she was up to.
"I'm verifying my facts," she responded.
"I can tell you exactly how I cooked each dish," he declared before he launched into a detailed explanation.
Felicity stared at Oliver quite impressed with him. She thought she knew a lot about him but he had surprised her tonight. She had no idea about three quarters of the things he was saying. Both she and her mother couldn't cook but the passion with which he was talking made her smile.
She caught the word nuts in his speech and her heart stopped. She turned to the dish on the countertop and she could see he had indeed garnished the top with crushed nuts. He also mentioned that the meat was in a source with nuts. Her face must have given away her horror because he was suddenly asking her if she was ok.
Felicity felt like she was about to be the biggest bitch ever. Oliver had put so much effort into the meal and she had to tell him she couldn't eat it. "Oliver, I…" her voice broke. She swallowed and started again, "Oliver it looks lovely but I..."
"Look," he cut her off, "I'll call Thea. She'll verify it's edible."
Before she could stop him he was calling Thea.
"What did you screw up?" his sister's angry voice filled the space.
"Felicity looks like she thinks she might die if she eats my food!" he said distressed.
Felicity nodded her head in agreement. That was a fairly accurate assessment. His food was life threatening to her.
"Felicity," Thea directly addressed her, "Oliver's food is the best. I beg him to cook for me."
"Great, now I don't feel so bad by not eating it. You and Roy can come and eat so it doesn't go to waste and Oliver and I can salvage this date at Big Belly Burger," she suggested.
"Why?" Thea's voice said beating Oliver to the question.
"I'm allergic to nuts," Felicity was finally able to explain.
"How allergic?" Oliver asked.
"Swollen throat, hospital visit allergic," Felicity answered.
"Step away from the counter now!" Oliver moved the food to the other side of the counter as far away from her as it could get.
"Oliver you idiot!" Thea said through the phone, "You didn't ask her what she could eat."
"We ate lunch every day at the office. How did this not come up?" Oliver asked confused.
"Simple, I order food I've had before that I know is nut free. As we're on the topic of food preparation you should also know I'm Jewish so the food should be kosher."
Oliver stared at her dumbfounded. She sympathised with him. She felt that way only a few times that day when he revealed his secret loft and his secret cooking skills.
"Well your stupidity is my gain. Roy and I'll be there soon," Thea chirped before hanging up.
"I ruined this date," Oliver stated dejectedly.
"Hey it's ok," Felicity said reaching for his hand. "I love Big Belly Burger. You know that."
Oliver stared at her in amazement. "You're remarkable." He dipped his head to try to kiss her but she had to pull away.
"Wait, as much as I would love to kiss you, and believe me I really, really, really want to kiss you but did you try any of your food?"
"Yes," Oliver admitted sorrowfully.
"Then I can't kiss you right now. Maybe I'll consider it after Big Belly Burger when no traces of nuts will be in your mouth. I've waited months for this. A few more hours won't kill me," Felicity said lightly.
Oliver looked at her seriously, "Don't joke about death. I nearly killed you!" He kept that attitude all night refusing to even kiss her goodnight.
On the way to work the next day, Felicity decided to do a drive around near the club Sara had told her about and search for cameras. Sara had sent her the list the night before and she figured it couldn't help to start working on the nearly impossible case.
According to the information Sara sent, the young Lance never saw her friend arrive or leave the club, except for the time that they left together. Felicity knew Sara's building didn't have any cameras and the girl purposely chose to live on a street with no street cameras so her father couldn't spy on her.
The drive by didn't prove very fruitful. That part of town was very scarce on cameras. She did have one hope however. There was a QC research office nearby with cameras. Maybe the mysterious brunette might have passed by on the way to or from the club. Felicity decided she would visit Oliver at QC and sweet talk him into giving her the footage. It was much easier to hack into the system to add her name to his schedule than it would have been to obtain the camera footage.
When she arrived in the lobby she cleared security and went up to his floor. She met his Executive Assistant, a plump woman in her fifties that had a very motherly vibe about her. She certainly wasn't going to lose any sleep over Oliver succumbing to the advances of his assistant. The walls or more correctly the glass to Oliver's office was see-through and she could see him sitting behind the desk looking at reports. He had yet to notice her but that changed when his secretary called him on the phone to let him know his appointment had arrived. He looked most confused until he looked up and saw her.
"Mr. Queen will see you now," his assistant informed her.
"Thank you," Felicity said. She walked up to the door and entered his office.
"I'm guessing you hacked something," he said with a frown.
"Maybe I was desperate to see you?" she said with a shrug.
"We've been dating one day and already you're spying on me," Oliver quipped. The smile on his face clearly said he was teasing her. She lightly punched his hard bicep. "Ow," she said shaking her hand.
Oliver reached for her hand and lightly kissed her knuckles. "I'm going to have to teach you how to punch properly. You'll break your wrist with that technique."
"We can't have that," Felicity agreed.
"No we can't." He tried to bend down to kiss her but she moved away. "Uh ah," she shook her head and turned to look out the glass to see if his assistant was watching them. "Not in this office."
Oliver pursed his lips, "I'll have to get some privacy screens installed."
"I'm not here for that but I kind of like the glass. No temptation to misbehave," she told him.
"Glass has never stopped me before," Oliver admitted.
"I'm not much of an exhibitionist," Felicity informed him.
"Then I guess you didn't come here to kiss me?" he asked with a cute pout.
"No I came to ask a favour," she said with a wry smile.
"I'll do anything for a kiss," he told her.
"If you can bring me the security footage from in front the offsite QC research building for the times requested in your e-mail box, you might get more than a kiss," she teased.
"I think I really want that kiss first," Oliver said.
Felicity took a glance at Oliver's assistant to see she was busy with a file. She quickly reached up on her toes and pecked him on his cheek. "There a kiss," she said turning around and heading to the door. "I expect the footage tonight."
Felicity was focused intently on tracking down the latest bad guy that had come on Team Arrow's radar when her chair was suddenly pulled backwards away from her work station. She was spun around and pulled out of the chair into Oliver's arms. His lips crashed against her and it took her brain a second or two to process that she was no longer at her work station but in Oliver's arms being kissed. Once she was up to speed she eagerly returned the kiss.
Oliver reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, "I couldn't wait any longer." He slipped something into her hands. "All the information you wanted."
Felicity reached up on her toes and kissed him again. The kiss quickly started to turn into a full blown make out session.
"Woah!" Roy screamed interrupting them. "I thought there was to be no kissing anywhere we work!"
Oliver pulled away first, "I'll go suit up. We can continue this later."
"You bet we are continuing this later mister," Felicity said before returning to her computers.
A few days later, and many, many, many kisses with Oliver, Felicity waited for Sara in her office. She was anxious to deliver her good news. It wasn't often her Smoak Detective Agency cases ended on such a positive note. She was just bursting with joy though in all honesty some of it probably had to do with Oliver. Just thinking about him made her all warm and fuzzy.
"She's here," Roy said over the intercom.
"Send her into my office," Felicity instructed.
"Sure thing boss," came Roy's reply. She had eased up a bit on him especially after he caught her and Oliver making out in the lair.
Felicity schooled her features as she waited for Sara.
"Ms. Lance," Felicity said professionally as Sara entered her office.
"Hello Ms. Smoak, or is it going to be Mrs. Queen soon, I hear you're the reason Oliver's been walking around with that dopey smile on his face," Sara teased.
"I do not know what you're talking about?" Felicity said primly.
"Right," Sara replied. "So did you find her?"
"You gave me hardly any information to go on," Felicity said in a sad tone.
"You didn't find her," Sara said disappointed.
"Sara, I'm the best in the city of course I found her," Felicity boasted.
"You did!" Sara exclaimed happily.
"Yes," Felicity said rising from the desk. "Come with me." She led her to the kitchen were a tall exotic brunette waited by the brand new table Thea had bought.
"It's you!" Sara exclaimed happily. "You're alive."
"I am alive and I'm very sorry for disappearing on you like that. Sit and I'll explain everything to you," the exotic woman said with her accent.
Felicity closed the door quietly and left them to talk. That woman was Nyssa Al-Ghul, daughter of Ra's Al-Ghul, owner of the Al-Ghul Oil conglomerate. His fortune put the Queen's to shame. Where Nyssa is from, she could be killed for loving another woman. She lived one life in public and another life in private. Her father was aware of her love life and they had an agreement that she would inform him when she was entering into a relationship. He would run the usual background checks and ensure that the privacy she needed was there so that the family name was not tarnished. She had flown home to inform her father that she wished to enter into a relationship. He gave her the usual stipulations to keep the family honour in check. There were a few catches, Sara could not be seen in public with her and Sara would never be able to travel to her home to meet her parents if it came to that. In exchange she had the freedom to do what she wanted. There was a branch of Al-Ghul Oil in the city and Nyssa could work there while she pursued her relationship with Sara. It wasn't ideal but they could find a way to make it work.
"So they making out yet boss?" Roy asked her eagerly.
"Roy! Don't tempt me to tell Thea about your unusual interest in this?" Felicity said disgusted.
"What's unusual? Every straight guy wants to see two women make out. Just ask Oliver and Tommy," Roy told her.
"If your supporting evidence is Oliver and Tommy then you don't really have a strong case," she replied.
"I could take a poll," Roy offered.
"If you have time to waste on this nonsense then clearly I am not giving you enough work," Felicity said. "Why don't you type up the closing notes on this case while I swing by motel to see if I can catch Mr. Gillis in the act. I'll head home afterwards."
Felicity arrived home to find Oliver with a tool belt around his waist as he worked on the lock of her front door. It was a very sexy picture and those jeans he was wearing really showcased his butt.
"Seriously?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Your mom gave me permission to change it," he explained innocently.
"And what was wrong with the one before?" Felicity asked.
"So many things," he answered cheekily.
"You have a lock fetish," she insisted.
"Felicity there is no such thing. I am merely a safety conscious boyfriend and I like to make sure my girlfriend is safe when she isn't with me."
He tipped his head downwards and kissed her softly on her lips. If was very easy to forgive him when he kissed her.
"How cute!" her mother squealed.
Felicity opened her eyes and turned her head to see her mom with a phone in her hand.
"I have to share this pic with the girls back in Vegas," she said excitedly.
"No!" Felicity screamed rushing forward to grab the phone from her mother but she was too late, her mother had published the picture to Instagram already. Her mother took the phone back before she could delete the photo.
"How the heck can you post to Instagram yet you forget to press send on your messages to me!" Felicity declared angrily.
"Geez Felicity, one might think you're embarrassed by Oliver!" Donna said with a frown.
"That's not it," Felicity snapped. "We recently started dating. I was hoping to keep the paparazzi away for as long as possible. I'll be in my room."
Felicity had just enough time to switch on her TV before there was a knock on the door.
"Come in Oliver," she said.
"How'd you know it was me?" he asked.
"My mom doesn't knock," Felicity told him.
"So this is where the chair ended up," he said pointing to the chair he had given her as a thank you.
"Yeah I was falling asleep on it in the office so I brought it home after two days. I can move from the chair straight to the bed. It's very efficient."
"We can do something else more pleasurable on the chair," Oliver suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Oliver! My mother is home," Felicity protested.
"Actually she went out and left me with the instructions of 'Go get her tiger!'"
Felicity felt her face flush and she hid her face under her pillow, "Only my mom!" she groaned embarrassed.
"Hey," Oliver said sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling the pillow away from her face, "Don't hide your beautiful face from me."
If he continued saying such beautiful things to her she might burst from happiness so she changed the topic.
"Is the door finished?" she asked.
"Almost," Oliver said with a smirk.
"So Mr. Security conscious left my front door unlocked?" Felicity teased.
"When I'm with you I'm all the security you need," Oliver said leaning close and capturing her lips.
Felicity moaned into the kiss but she was not going to let him take a break until he finished the door.
"Go and finish the door and then we'll see what sort of reward my tool man deserves," Felicity said coyly.
"Yes boss," Oliver said with a salute.
She watched Oliver walk away in those tight jeans and smirked, "I can really get accustomed to being called boss!"
An: Thank you for reading. Only one more chapter left :)
