A/N- WOW THE ARROW TRAILER! THAT IS ALL I AM GOING TO SAY! IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT WATCH IT, BUT IF YOU HAVE YOU'LL KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT! I THINK I'LL NEVER RECOVER AND AM STILL WRITING IN CAPITALS!

This chapter is probably more serious than the last two but is very lighthearted in the middle (think series 3 of Sherlock). There might not be an installment next week as I am away on holiday and the Internet may not be good.

'Before Oliver left, he surveyed Felicity seriously.

"You better be ready for your first mission Felicity."

And with those last few words, he was gone.'

...

Felicity nervously fiddled with her earpiece, trying to get it to sit comfortably on her ear, but she was failing. She didn't completely understand why she felt so nervous. It wasn't like she hadn't participated in illegal activities before: she had been a hacker at MIT and had broke the law there. Perhaps it was because the stakes had never been so high- Oliver was relying on her computer hacking prowess to take him safely through the mission, and also to gain as much information on Martin Somers and the Triad as possible.

"Felicity, I need an address," Oliver growled over the com.

Felicity sighed out of relief that the com was working and brought a document up on her computer screen. "Martin Somers is probably at his docks which the Triad are almost certainly using to smuggle their drugs into Starling City. His docks are close to the south side of the City- Don't worry I'll guide you there. Take the second right."

Oliver vroomed his motorbike's engine and sped forward taking the second right. He pressed his com. "You could have warned me before you installed a tracker in my suit. And you better not have tampered with my arrows!"

Felicity shook in head in exasperation. "Boys and their toys. And no, I haven't messed with your arrows- I have this thing about pointy things, which is now very ironic since I'm partner to a vigilante who shoots arrows in people," Felicity babbled, trying her best not to get worked up. She needed to focus on the task at hand. "Take this left and then the fourth right at the roundabout."

As Felicity continued to guide Oliver to Somer's docks, she typed some code into the computer which allowed her to hack into CCTV cameras at the docks. She rewound the data to find three men entering a building right at Martin Somer's docks. "About twenty minutes ago three men entered the dock," Felicity told Oliver over the com. "One of them was Martin Somers and the other two were hooded. There was enough room for them to conceal guns under their coats. Be careful."

"I'll just be in and out," Oliver reassured Felicity, dismounting his motorbike. He took an arrow from his quiver and placed it in his bow. He needed to be careful; he could be attacked at any moment.

Felicity had no idea what was going on but she could hear everything that was happening where Oliver was as the com was still on. The sound of bullets being fired, most likely at Oliver, rudely greeted her ears. Felicity nervously touched her glasses- she had no idea if Oliver had been hurt or injured or anything. Staying here and not being able to do anything to help Oliver, really scared Felicity. She needed to know what was going on and help Oliver.

Then silence fell. The guns had stopped firing.

"I'm okay," Oliver grumbled over the com. Felicity exhaled and placed her head in her palms, only just realising that she had been hyperventilating from the tension of the situation. Perhaps being the vigilante's partner wasn't going to be so fun, if she spent every night as stressed as she had just been.

...

Felicity's tension only truly dissipated when Oliver entered the arrowcave, safe and relatively unharmed. Something gave her an urge to hug him but she refrained, since he was still a brooding vigilante who would probably think it was weird for people who hardly knew each other to hug.

"So you did it!" Felicity remarked. Even though she had known Oliver was the vigilante, it still seemed weird to see him wearing the Hood's suit. To be frankly honest, Felicity thought that Oliver 'suited' the suit as it seemed to be almost in sync with who he was as a person. However, she did think that Oliver would probably look good wearing anything and everything. Felicity stalled in her thinking realising her eyes were lingering on his stomach precisely where his abs were situated.

"I had some help," Oliver admitted, a smile breaking out from under his tight lips.

Felicity returned his smile. "Is that a smile I see? I thought smiling was illegal in your world."

"It was," Oliver said, a frown creeping across his face. "I don't know why though? Somers may still not surrender yet."

Felicity slightly smiled to herself at how Oliver was avoiding saying that he felt happy. Her stomach growled reminding her that she hadn't eaten since lunchtime as she had lost track of time in the arrowcave. "Mmm... I'm craving Dim Sum after fisticuffs, please tell me that it won't be dumplings for one?" Felicity perkily asked. Five minutes ago she could barely keep her eyes open but now she wide awake and excited. She had always found it weird how drowsiness went through cycles.

However, Oliver, as usual, was not amused by Felicity's lightheartedness. He shook his head in disbelief. "Felicity it's one in the morning. We are not going to get a Chinese."

Felicity shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose it might not be the best option with the Triad running around in case it's a front for not-so-legal things. What about Italian? I love Italian."

"No," Oliver firmly said, handing Felicity her coat. "Italian can wait. You need to go to your apartment and get some sleep."

"You should too," Felicity indignantly said. She paused when she realised what it had actually sounded like. "Not go to my apartment and get some sleep- I mean go to your own home and get some sleep." Felicity's cheeks flushed slightly. Why did her mouth always have to say things so awkwardly?

Oliver was too busy trying to not make up a lame excuse to notice. He uncomfortably cleared his throat. "I'll go later but first I need to umm... sharpen my arrows."

Felicity definitely wasn't even slightly close to falling for this extremely lame excuse. "I'm not going home until you go home," she defiantly said. Oliver eyes didn't quite meet Felicity's frosty glare. "It's one in the morning Oliver. You need plenty of sleep and good food so that you don't muck up whilst being the Hood."

"I suppose I'll just sharpen my arrows tomorrow then, Dr. Smoak," Oliver said offended that she had beat him... again.

"We're getting Italian first though," Felicity stated in a matter of fact manner.

"Fine," Oliver agreed through a clenched jaw. "But only because I don't want you wondering off to restaurants through the Glades in the middle a Saturday night. Will there even be one open?"

"Yes I know one..."

"Do you often find yourself going to restaurants in the middle of the night?" Oliver teased, eventually catching on with Felicity's contagious lightheartedness.

Felicity would have punched her arm in the air and shouted 'Felicity one brooding vigilante nil' because Oliver was happy, but she thought it would be a bit of a give away to what she was up to. So, instead, Felicity placed her index finger to her lips. "I keep your secret."

...

After their 'rendezvous' to the Italian restaurant, Felicity somehow got home, crashed on her bed and slept for hours. Felicity was still fast asleep until some car backfired at around two o'clock the next afternoon. At first, Felicity felt like she was suffering from a really bad hangover but once she was properly awake she managed to figure out what was going on. Her mobile read:

'11 missed calls from Oliver Queen'

These missed calls combined with the hardass training he had been making her do made Felicity start to think that he was very overprotective; she had literally seen him just twelve hours ago. This just made Felicity more worried about Oliver's mentality than ever as he must of lost people very close to him in the past to be 'this' concerned about her. She quickly texted Oliver back explaining that she hadn't been taken hostage by the Triad and had just slept proper for the first time in basically forty hours. Oliver replied asking her if she was still on for assisting the vigilante that night which, of course, Felicity still was.

...

"You look down in the dumps," Felicity remarked, as she approached Oliver whose head was resting upon the workbench in the lair. He had completely ignored her coming in."Not that I think you have been to the dump. I just think you look more upset than usual." In response, Oliver completely turned his back to her and took a couple of steps away from her. "Hey don't shut me out. Tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing," Oliver growled his back still turned to Felicity.

"If it was nothing, you wouldn't be sulking," Felicity said, trying desperately to get Oliver to turn around. "Look I know that you like to be Mr-nothing-ever-bothers-me but you're human, Oliver. Sometimes it's braver for you to share your problems with someone else than let it bottle up inside of you."

"My mum and stepfather want me to work at QC and take over a manager role," Oliver began. He turned around and imposingly strode right towards her. "My sister is upset with her life and deals with it by taking drugs and alcohol. All the while I'm dressing up as a vigilante every night and Martin Somers hasn't confessed to having Victor Nocienti killed. I'm sorry but telling you my problems isn't going to change anything because you can't change how messed up my life is." Oliver clenched his fists tightly and smacked them against the table, completely frustrated at how everything in his life kept on getting worse.

"Excuse me," Felicity said in her loud voice. "So maybe I've led a very sheltered life compared to you but I've lost people too! You can't keep shutting people out. I didn't let anyone in when I lost people, but the pain was intolerable because it all built up and became so much worse. Maybe I can't fix your problems but I sure will help you through." Felicity took a short breath and analysed Oliver's expression which was half way between kicked puppy Oliver and 'I'm totally absorbed by what you're saying' Oliver.

She continued, "I agreed to be your partner but I am also the only person who knows both your personas. Please, don't shut me out, because if you do, it'll be too late to save the light left inside of your soul."

Oliver stepped towards Felicity and looked at her closely. He didn't understand this IT girl, yet. She had obviously been through more than he had realised, still remaining as kind and innocent as anyone he had known. There was truth in her words but he didn't fully know what to respond with.

"Felicity, I'm- I'm just sorry-" Oliver stuttered, getting cut off by the computer pinging. A picture came up of Martin Somers back at his docks. He needed to go and teach that piece of scum a lesson.

Felicity appeared to be well aware that Oliver needed to leave so cut the conversation short. "Just remember that you can talk to me about anything," Felicity gently murmured in complete contrast to how she hd been previously talking. Her eyes fixed upon Oliver flickered to the computer screen. "Now go and bring Victor Nocienti's killer to justice."

Thanks for reading. Please review. Also don't get too excited about that trailer

Till next time

Cavacookie

PS- Diggle will turn up again soon (probably next chapter)