I plan to update this fic every Thursday although there may not be an update next week because I have a lot of school work that needs handed in. Hope you enjoy this installment. :)

"Well Ms. Smoak, how would you like to become partners in crime?"

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"Wh... What did you just say?" Felicity exclaimed, trying to keep calm. Was Oliver really asking her to become his partner? Felicity couldn't quite imagine herself fitting in with the Starling City Vigilante- especially since she had a phobia of pointy things and arrows were very pointy. She would have to work as an IT girl by day and fighting crime by shooting pointy arrows was definitely not in her top 10 skills. The only thing she could do that could possible help the vigilante is becoming a badass hacker by night.

"I just happened to be looking for someone with your particular skill set," Oliver explained, smiling ever so slightly. Felicity let out a sigh, relieved that she would not be required to pick up a bow and arrow. Then she frowned at Oliver's change from scary psychopath to someone with a gentle demeanour. It really unnerved her but there was something soothing about his presence which made her feel safe. Felicity felt extremely confused as her emotions and thoughts towards Oliver were in a constant state of in flux.

"Maybe," she contemplated. "But I don't want to become an accessory to orphaning little kids, Mr Queen." Felicity was firm upon this matter: she had lost her father at a young age and didn't want any other child to go through losing a parent.

"Mr Queen was my father," Oliver unemotionally said.

Felicity had somehow managed to keep her cool but now she panicked. "But he died- I mean drowned." She nervously gulped, hoping that she hadn't upset Oliver. "I'm so sorry. I should really stop talking, which will happen in 3... actually right now."

"Hey. It's okay," Oliver reassured, placing his hand on her arm. "Just call me Oliver from now on." Oliver wore a very worried and stern expression on his face. "I'm also not planning on orphaning little kids. I don't take dressing up as the man under the hood lightly, Ms. Smoak. Before my father shot himself in the head, he left me a book of names and told me to right his wrongs. By becoming this vigilante, I'm stopping children from becoming homeless, living in poverty and being parentless. You need to trust me on this."

"The problem is I don't trust you, well I don't think I trust you anyway" muttered Felicity. Her words hit Oliver like bullets. He wasn't sure why her words had hit him so personally but thought it may have been because he had placed immense trust in Felicity. "I'm sorry, Oliver, but you dress up in a hood and kill people. You must be able to see my point. "

"Would you become my partner if I'd only kill if an innocent person's life was on the line?" Oliver questioned. He knew that not killing the enemy could be risky to his own life but Oliver thought that Felicity would refuse to join his crusade if he continued his killing spree.

"I'd be more amenable but I would still have to go away and think very carefully about this proposal," Felicity said, giving nothing away. "And by proposal I mean vigilante proposal and-"

"-not marriage proposal," Oliver said, finishing off her sentence, smirking. Felicity was bemused at his sudden change in emotion. He really was a confusing person.

"And call me Felicity," she said all of a sudden. It seemed more of an outburst than it felt in her head.

Oliver cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for what I've put you through. I'll get my bodyguard to drive you home so you can get some sleep. Please think about it, Felicity. You could help save people's lives," he said, testing out her name. It fell from his lips naturally. Felicity was a very beautiful name which Oliver thought suited this woman very well.

Felicity should've been annoyed at this stranger sending her home but she was so exhausted that she could've fallen asleep right there and she had a feeling that Oliver definitely wouldn't appreciate that. One thing she had learnt from this evening was that Oliver was an extremely stubborn man. This was something that she thought important to note so that she would be on peak form to even have a chance of win an argument against him.

Oliver led Felicity out of the room back towards the party. When they were halfway down the corridor Oliver took out his phone out, swearing loudly.

"Wait here. I need to go and speak to the police who have decided to gatecrash. My bodyguard will be here soon." Leaving Felicity no chance to respond, Oliver rushed into the main hall where everyone from the party was still gathered.

"Okay then... I will just wait for you right here... Or that bodyguard whoever he is," called Felicity to no one but herself, thinking about Oliver's proposition. She had some serious decision making to make.

Eventually Oliver's bodyguard arrived, he seemed rather disgruntled to be used as her driver. Felicity thought this was extremely reasonable as it couldn't be something that was listed on his job description. This led to a rather awkward -and silent- car journey back to her house. Felicity was lost in her thoughts of Oliver and the vigilante, wondering if she should accept his proposal and how much her life would change if she did.

Eventually, the car pulled up beside Felicity's apartment allowing her to awkwardly broke the silence. "Thank you Mr..."

"Diggle ma'am," the bodyguard replied in a business like way. He turned around in the driver's seat to hand her a folded scrap of paper. "Mr Queen told me to give you this." She took the napkin from him gratefully and opened it finding a phone number scrawled across it.

Felicity nervously touched her glasses, thinking how this situation must look to Oliver's bodyguard. Oliver was a well known playboy before his 'disappearance' and she was definitely sure he still liked to spend time with the ladies.

"I know how this looks but I'm not sleeping with Mr Queen. He's basically a stranger to me and we are definitely not partners. We've only met twice and that was under platonic circumstances. There is absolutely no way that those circumstances would be seen as not platonic- not that Mr- Oliver isn't kind or good looking but he's just not my type." The bodyguard knowingly folded his arms and shook his head slightly gazing at her in the car mirror. He knew it wasn't his business to pry but he couldn't avoid noticing that Oliver had acted different around this woman.

"As long as you haven't been sent to assassinate Mr Queen, it's none of my concern Ma'am," Diggle said. At least this woman appeared to be polite, compassionate and extremely wordy - something which Diggle didn't think were traits which often occurred in the women that Oliver slept with.

"I really do fit the assassin stereotypical look," Felicity sarcastically laughed. "I mean do NOT look like an assassin. Why does my brain always have to think one thing but say another? Any thank you very much for the lift Mr Diggle!"

Felicity stepped out of the car and headed into her apartment. She went straight to the freezer for her supply of mint choc chip ice cream to process what had happened. Somehow she had been asked to join the Starling City's Vigilante's team. Felicity had no doubt that the arrow was a violent individual, but the arrow wasn't Oliver Queen. The Arrow had been the one who had threatened her by pinning her to the wall; Oliver Queen had been the one to apologise and act thankful towards her. Perhaps if she joined the Arrow's crusade she would be able to harness the light inside of Oliver to help make him become a better person.

When Felicity collapsed in her bed later that night, she was left with a certain chill. Should she accept Oliver's proposal or not? Thinking about this crusade, this adventure which she could be apart of Felicity felt an intense excitement. For the first time in ages, it felt like maybe she could make a change to the world and make it a better place.

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Oliver didn't sleep that night. As soon as Oliver had dealt with the police, he crept away to the foundry to brood. Oliver was absolutely certain that he had made a mistake to ask Felicity to join his crusade: it would be more dangerous than she could possibly imagine. She could get herself seriously injured and it would be his fault. However, Oliver did struggle immensely with all the hacking and he knew that he would gain much from this hacker's prowess. Plus Oliver also liked the idea of having someone that knew him properly for what he was and someone who wouldn't judge him. He had this feeling that Felicity could be that person.

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