Oliver's phone rang early that morning, so it took some groping to find it. Without checking the ID, he answered.
"Hello?" He spoke groggily.
"Hey Oliver." Her soft voice filtered through the speaker.
"Felicity." He jolted up in bed. "What's wrong?"
"Oh. No, nothing is wrong. I just needed to let you know that I will be late to work; that's all." Oliver didn't believe her when she said nothing was wrong, but she never pushed him so he didn't push her.
"Okay. You'll call me if you need anything right?"
"Yeah, sure. I've got to go. I'll see you later at the Lair." She hung up before he could say anything else.
Felicity felt bad for omitting some information, but the problem was embarrassing enough in itself.
When she woke up this morning she had expected to find Shiloh, her friend Luke's beagle, curled up on the foot of her bed; just as she had found him for the past two days. Originally she had figured that Shiloh was somewhere else in the house; maybe by the front door waiting for her to wake up and take him for a walk, but he wasn't there. It was only when she was back in her room that she noticed the one open window. That particular window didn't have a screen and therefore usually stayed closed, but she had opened it for a little air the night before. And then apparently forgotten to close it. She sighed, and with the thoughts that she was probably lucky that no one had come in during the night, she went to get dressed and go look for Shiloh outside. She knew that Luke had gotten Shiloh microchipped, so Felicity brought up a program on her tablet that allowed her to find pet microchips. It took some time to sort through all the numbers; even after removing the pets that were indoors. Now she just "grabbed" the numbers as they moved and pulled data from the chips until she found the one giving Luke's information. Luckily it seemed that Shiloh was across town, pretty close to Queen Consolidated.
Driving over there (as she would normally for work) she parked in the garage, and headed back out into the light from the now risen sun. It only took her a couple minutes to track down the lost pet; he was in an alley, eating from a trashcan. She approached him and when he saw her, ran straight for her, making it easy to snap the leash onto his collar. As she walked back out of the alley and into QC, Shiloh walked happily- probably because he was finally getting a morning walk.
Luck truly had been on her side that morning, as she was only about an hour late. Walking into the CEO floor, she tried to keep a hold on the now excited dog. With Shiloh's barks, Oliver's eyes snapped up from his desk and met hers. She headed into his office, finally allowing Shiloh to explore and finally stop barking.
"So, uh, I'm guessing the dog was your problem this morning?" He gave her a pointed look, and she knew there was no point in making up a story.
"Well kind of. I probably shouldn't have called you… I could have just texted you… but I was a tiny bit freaked out." She quieted. "Oh and I hadn't had coffee yet."
"Okay. You mind telling me what you are planning to do with that dog today?" They both glanced over to where the beagle had curled up on a corner chair.
"I think I'll just leave him there." She turned to leave.
"Felicity, no. Don't leave him here. Come on!" She just glanced back over her shoulder and grinned at him.
Felicity had reached her desk when Oliver's phone vibrated. Glancing down he saw it was a message from Felicity, but looking back up she was staring at her computer screen. Her message was simple though.
"His name is Shiloh."