Situation/Location: Broken Glasses

"Arsenal, head around the back and keep an eye out for anyone who manages to get past the other two. DigDug…" Both Roy and Diggle started protesting at the same time.

"When am I going to get in on the real action?" Felicity didn't give him a response.

"Felicity… You REALLY need to give me a better name. One that is not from a video game."

"SHUT UP." The Arrow's modified voice rang through the comms. "Red… just go to the back, Digg, come with me. Felicity." She interrupted him.

"I really need a name." Oliver sighed loudly.

"Just stay put."

The three men headed towards their positions while Felicity pulled all her systems together. It didn't take too long for the sounds of fighting to start coming over the comms, and Felicity kept herself calm, but vigilant. Or at least she was until she saw a heat signature creeping up on the building; one whose signature wasn't tagged as one of her boys.

"Oliver? Roy? Digg?" No one seemed to hear her, and as the person moved closer to their positions Felicity made an executive decision.

When she was approaching the man in the dark, the fighting sound finally stopped. Trying to be as quiet as she could, she whispered into the comms.

"There's someone out here. They're heading towards you."

"I'll be right there." Oliver answered. "That ass of yours had better be in the car." She didn't answer, because of course she wasn't in the car. "Damn it Felicity."

Felicity was so focused on the guy in front of her that she missed the guy sneaking up behind her, and then there was a crash, crack, and it was dark.

She jolted awake a while later to find herself lying on the med bay table in the lair. She must have groaned because both Oliver and Digg appeared beside her. She blinked at them, trying to adjust her blurred eyesight.

"Dude. Where are my glasses?" Oliver glared at her.

"Really? That's the first thing you have to say?" Digg glared at Oliver.

"Go away. You aren't helping." He gave him a little shove. Oliver moved, just not very far.

"So Digg. Besides my broken glasses is everything else okay?"

"Should be. Just a bump on the back of your head." He bent down and whispered in her ear. "Though I have no idea what Oliver is going to do."

"Send him over." Digg walked away, and speaking to Oliver momentarily, moved out of the lair, leaving Felicity alone with Oliver. "So did the mission go okay?"

"Oh yeah. Great, besides this one little mishap where someone couldn't follow instructions." Now it was Felicity's turn to glare.

"Really Oliver? You guys weren't answering. I was doing the best I could." Oliver moved up, getting into her personal space and trapping her in her seat on the table.

"This was exactly why I wanted you in the car. You went out alone and got hurt." Felicity's glare softened.

"Oliver. That's how this will always be." She was trying to figure out what else she could tell him, when he grabbed her hands.

"Felicity. Please be careful. I can't…" He shifted his gaze downward. "I can't lose you. I want my chance with you, no matter what life I lead. So… would you get dinner with me?"