A/N: I'm sorry this has taken so long to get up! But, real life got in the way (thank God it wasn't writer's block) I had an exam and then work and then a friend of mine is going through something. So, it's taken me a while and I apologize. Also, thank you all for your absolutely gorgeous reviews, it such a wonderful thing to receive. You're all amazing!

So, here's part two and I hope you all enjoy it!

Part II: To Sleep Deprived

Oliver Queen is certain of only a few things in his life.

One, his club Verdant has proved exactly what he'd hoped it would. That he could be a responsible, successful businessman when it came to something he was interested in and that he had, in fact, grown up.

Much to the shock of his parents, his sister, his ex-girlfriend and pretty much everyone who had known him at age twenty.

Two, his Ducati most definitely does not sound like a helicopter trying to land and he will never understand how someone could think that. He fully appreciates that some people may not have the admiration for his bike that he does but still, it's something of an insult to his bike that someone described it's roar as a helicopter trying to land.

Three, that Sleep Deprived is the cute blond that lives in apartment two.

Oliver had held a suspicion that Sleep Deprived was the blond that he'd spotted a handful of times around his building, but seeing her jump behind the brick pillar to avoid him had confirmed his suspicion. Which had left him feeling rather intrigued and, if he's honest, pleased.

He doesn't know the woman's name but he'd seen her a couple of times since he'd moved into his new apartment a month ago. Not that she'd seen him, if anything; she was shockingly unaware of her surroundings which had allowed him a long, appreciative look at her the first time he'd caught sight of her.

Toned legs, a curvy, compact figure in a tight bright blue dress and a long blond ponytail had piqued his interest the second he'd spotted her. He'd been on his way to a breakfast meeting on, maybe, four hours of sleep and catching sight of her had made that morning bearable.

Oliver hadn't made a point of trying to spot her since that first time but, whenever he did see her, he had allowed himself an appreciative look.

Because he can appreciate a beautiful woman when he sees one and it wasn't like he'd sought her out.

It hadn't even taken him that long to realize that she was the person that had left him the note about the noise of his motorbike. He'd been mildly offended when he'd read the first note, at least he'd been offended enough to write a terse reply and not give much thought to who could have written the note.

Right up until he received a reply and realized that if the person was waking up, then, in all likelihood it was the person who lived above his garage.

And, given that he's somewhat observant, Oliver managed to put two and two together when he remembered that whenever he saw the cute blond, she was coming out of the apartment above his garage which meant, in all likelihood, she was the one leaving him notes.

So, instead of ignoring the next note like he'd originally planned to do, Oliver found himself replying to it.

Then replying to another one and then another before he found himself buying her a coffee card down the street as an apology for waking her up.

Oliver honestly wasn't sure what he'd been expecting in return but the Guardians of the Galaxy magnet had not been one of them and neither had actually seeing her hide behind a the pillar, confirming his suspicions about who she was.

Picking up the magnet from his desk, Oliver tosses it in the air and catches it as he wonders how she's going to respond to his latest note especially because he has a feeling she'd figured she'd hidden well enough to not be spotted by him.

Which was ridiculous on so many levels because Oliver had caught sight of her the second he'd reached the top of the last flight of stairs and had paused in surprise just long enough for her hide.

It had been disappointing but Oliver had the sense that Sleep Deprived wasn't entirely ready to face him yet. That's okay because Oliver's having a little too much fun with the note thing they have going on to risk giving it up now.

"Oliver, buddy, tell your devilishly handsome best friend you've managed to confirm the Bressler twins for Saturday nights shindig?" Tommy Merlyn asks jovially, walking into Oliver's office and throwing himself in one of the chairs on the opposite side of him.

Oliver throws the magnet in the air again, catching it and eyeing the dark haired man sitting opposite him curiously.

"I haven't had a chance to confirm with them. Besides, I thought you and Laurel had a date Saturday night?" Oliver asks, referring to Tommy's live-in girlfriend that, while not insecure, knows enough about her boyfriends past to be wary of any mention of twins.

Tommy rolls his eyes. "We do. But this party needs to be big and between the Bressler's daddy's credit card and their social media reach, confirming them will put this place at capacity and probably beyond it."

Oliver observes Tommy as he speaks, finding it interesting that his best friend has turned as serious as he's able in their discussion of this business.

It's nice to know that they've both grown up.

"Fine. I'll see what I can do. Which one do I have to talk to? Candice or Juliet?" Oliver throws the magnet up again.

"If I were you, I'd talk to Juliet. She's the one that hasn't been waiting for you to call her back for the last three years." Tommy says; his eyes following as Oliver throws the magnet again. "Dude, what's with the magnet?"

"Juliet. Right. I'll talk to Thea and get on that." Oliver says, tossing his magnet to Tommy so his friend can get a good look at it.

Tommy catches it and then bursts out laughing. "If I knew you wanted a magnet with a pretty mans face on it, Ollie, I would have made one up for you. This handsome face is everything you need to see when you get milk from the fridge."

Oliver glances up from the screen of his phone, "hmm? It's from Sleep Deprived."

"Who's Sleep Deprived?" Tommy asks curiously.

Oliver, upon receiving an almost immediate reply from his sister, grabs the keys to his bike and stands up. Pocketing his phone, he's shrugging into his leather jacket as Tommy watches him, still holding the magnet.

"I have to go. I'll talk to Juliet about Saturday." Oliver says, rounding his desk to his best friend.

"Wait, Ollie, who's Sleep Deprived? And why are they giving you magnets with Chris Pratt on them?" Tommy asks, tossing the magnet in the air in much the same way Oliver had been doing before.

Oliver snatches the magnet out of the air and shrugs. "Tell you later. Bye."

Tommy's mouth's open to protest as Oliver strides out of his office, on his way to a lunch demanded by his sister.

The magnet firmly in his pocket.

There's no note when Oliver gets home.

It's four in the morning and he's exhausted, a headache forming at the base of his skull and a nightmare to go back to tomorrow, the fight that had broken out in the middle of the club had been violent enough to warrant police intervention.

Oliver's not looking forward to the clean up tomorrow.

So, he only glances at the corkboard on his way up and it only vaguely registers that there's nothing there for him. Not even the original note from that morning.

It doesn't actually bother him to see no note.

He just figures there'll be something there tomorrow.

There's no note the next day, either.

Or the following day.

By the third day, Oliver is beginning to feel slightly baffled by the lack of response. Ever since this note thing started, he doesn't think there's ever not been a note waiting for him the next day.

By the fifth, he's beginning to get annoyed. The note thing was fun and the fact that it was the cute blond who was writing them had just made him more interested in continuing it. The fact that she's stopped it, possibly because he'd seen her, is just irritating.

Irritating enough for him to make a point of revving his engine when he goes to park it when he gets home from work.

Oliver realizes that this is maybe slightly passive aggressive but his bike is the reason she started the whole thing and he figures he may as well find out if it'll be the reason to continue it.

He's half hoping, though, that she'll become annoyed enough to confront him personally.

By the seventh day of no note, revving his engine and no confrontation, Oliver's trying to figure out what to do next.

He's sitting in his office, ignoring the paperwork that he's supposed to be reading through and throwing and catching the magnet. It's hard to believe that this note thing is bothering him as much as it is but Oliver's self aware enough to know that it's because he's interested.

It is the most interesting thing that he's allowed himself to be involved in since he opened the club three years ago and the fact that it's stopped is just irritating.

Oliver's also self aware enough to know that only part of the reason he's interested is because Sleep Deprived is the cute blond he's seen. The other part is because the notes were fun and quirky and, once he'd decided he'd decided to not be offended by the passive aggressive beginning, he'd actually been interested in the person that was writing them.

Except now Sleep Deprived isn't writing anything and Oliver's out of ideas.

So when his sister breezes into his office, Oliver only frowns at her vaguely before turning back to the problem at hand.

Getting Sleep Deprived to talk to him, again.

"Ollie, I need you to help me." Thea begins, settling herself into the chair opposite his desk and ignoring her vibrating phone. "Mom wants me to come home. For dinner or something, I'm not exactly sure. But she wants me to bring Roy and I know that doesn't mean anything good."

Oliver stares blankly at his sister for a second, half his mind still on his issue while the other tries to think of some way to navigate the latest battle between her and their mother. It's not a particularly easy thing to do, considering he's sure that his mother only wants to make sure Thea is all right after moving out and into her boyfriends place in a huff over college.

Not that Thea sees it that way. If anything, Oliver has a suspicion that his sister is looking at this dinner as another way for their mother to control her and her choices. Given that his mother's parenting choices in regards to Thea have a lot to do with him when he was younger, Oliver feels like he owes his sister.

"Did she say why she wanted you there?" He asks, catching the magnet and eyeing his sister.

"No. She just said that she'd like for us to come over. She didn't say anything else but I'm not moving back into the mansion. You moved out, so why would I want to stay there?" Thea says, narrowing her eyes at him when he offers a non-committal 'hmm.' "You think I should go back, don't you?"

Oliver drops the magnet on his desk and leans forward, looking at his sister directly so she knows he's being serious.

"I think that you should give mom the benefit of the doubt on this one, Thea. She's asked you to go. So, go. If you're not happy with how it's going than leave but don't cut her out just because you think you're right and she's wrong. She just wants to know you're okay." Oliver says and Thea's face turns mutinous at his words.

Oliver holds her gaze, recognizing the look for what it is, a last ditch attempt at not being reasonable. At eighteen, Thea may still sometimes be prone to effective tantrums that get her what she wants but she also knows when she's being unreasonable.

Oliver's pretty sure she knows she's being unreasonable and he's proven right when she lets out a loud sigh.

"Fine. I'll go. But," she says loudly when Oliver opens his mouth to say something. "If it doesn't go well, I get to drink and you can say nothing about it. Okay?"

Swallowing his protest, Oliver nods. "Fine."

He's pretty sure that's as good as he's going to get from his sister and Oliver picks up the magnet again as Thea stands, shouldering her bag and rolling her eyes.

"This would be so much easier if I could just leave her a note or something on the door, saying I'm fine. No interaction necessary. Then I wouldn't even have to talk to her and pretend like I'm happy with her."

Oliver's eyebrows shoot up at her words and Thea gives him a strange look as he starts shifting papers on his desk, searching for a blank, lined piece of paper.

Because Thea's suddenly reminded him he hasn't done everything he possible can with regard to Sleep Deprived.

Picking up his pen, Oliver just hopes she replies.

He'll pin it to the corkboard when he get back.

To Sleep Deprived,

Have you finally caught up on all your sleep?

Just curious.

Motorbike Man

He pins it to the corkboard on his way past that night, knowing that it will be the first thing she sees when she comes down the stairs the next morning.

It most certainly is the first thing Felicity sees when she comes downstairs.

It's not like she can miss it. It's there, on the corkboard, taunting her. If it was written on bright neon green paper in bold black letters, Felicity feels like she may have had more of a chance of walking past the corkboard.

Instead, it's just lined paper and the masculine script that Felicity recognizes from every other note he's left.

It still makes her stop mid-stride, though.

Because she hasn't been caught up on her sleep and, she's sorry, but he has to know it's because of him. Him and the fact that she knows he's been revving his stupid motorbike whenever he comes back at whatever illegal time he returns. She hasn't figured out if the revving is deliberate or not but she's surprised that no one else has complained.

Clearly everyone else in her building can sleep through the sound of a motorbike pulling up at three in the morning. Clearly, she is the only one with this issue and the only one that cares.

Still, Felicity hesitates to write him a reply because of how poorly she'd reacted when she'd read his last note.

Intellectually, Felicity knows that she had no reason to react the way she did to him seeing her that day and calling her out on hiding. She knows, too, that she has absolutely no reason to be freaked out by it or even take so long in composing a response that she stretches it out too long and can't, reasonably, reply.

Felicity knows all of this.

Truly, she does. But knowing something intellectually and applying it to her initial reaction of fright, followed closely by mortification and then straight onto 'holy crap, what have I done?' meant that her emotions ruled her actions.

Sara had also thrown in the fact that Felicity would have freaked out even more because she thought Motorbike Man was hot.

Felicity had not appreciated that comment. No matter how true it was. Nor had she appreciated Sara's decided lack of help in figuring out what to say back to him.

So, because her emotions had overruled her intellect, Felicity hadn't written anything back and, apparently, Motorbike Man hadn't just forgotten the note thing they'd had happening.

And the longer she stares at this note, the less likely it is that it's going to disappear and the more likely it is that it's going to taunt her.

Biting her lip, Felicity glances around in case anyone is watching and then reaches into her bag for a pen.

She has no idea what to say but Felicity feels like it might just come to her.

Maybe.

Dear Motorbike Man,

No. No I haven't caught up on my sleep. In fact, weirdly, it seems like I've somehow been getting less sleep. Do you have any ideas as to why that might be happening?

Sincerely,

Sleep Deprived

Oliver isn't in the greatest of moods when he spots her reply.

He's home later than normal, a dispute between two of his bar staff had blown up around closing and the headache that had appeared as he'd listened to what were, frankly, problems that had nothing to do with the business had just irritated him.

That Tommy had known about the beginnings of these issues and forgone telling him only added to it.

So, by the time he's climbing his stairs at four-thirty in the morning, Oliver's in need of a distraction from the pounding in his head.

Sleep Deprived's reply is most definitely a distraction.

It also makes him smile.

Sleep Deprived,

I honestly have no idea why you still haven't been caught up on your sleep. Could something be disturbing your sleep?

Motorbike Man

P.S. The magnet was a great addition to my fridge. Thanks for that.

Motorbike Man,

It surprises me that you're pretending like you haven't been revving your engine so it sounds like three helicopters are crashing into my living room instead of one. That's right, three helicopters.

Sleep Deprived

P.S. I'm glad you like your magnet. I hope you like it as much as I like the coffee card you got me.

Sleep Deprived,

Again, it doesn't sound like a helicopter crashing into your living room. A helicopter would be much louder.

Motorbike Man

P.S. I'm glad you like the coffee card. Though it's not going to last as long as my magnet. What else do you like?

Motorbike Man,

It does too. You aren't in my bed or my apartment when you come home, so you don't get a say in what it sounds like. When you've been in my bedroom, then you can have an opinion on the noise you make. So there.

I think I'm growing used to the helicopter noise now, though.

Sleep Deprived

P.S. You might have to be more specific. Do you mean television, movies or food?

Oliver nearly stops breathing when he reads the latest note Sleep Deprived has left him.

He knows she only means her note as an invitation for anything other than proving a point. But. He's a guy and he knows who Sleep Deprived is and Oliver isn't going to lie, he's definitely attracted to Sleep Deprived.

The way she'd filled out that blue dress is seared into his memory.

Still, he flicks his pen back and forth between his fingers as he reads the note again, this could be an opportunity if he can word it the right way.

After all, Oliver's interested and not just because of the blue dress. Sleep Deprived is funny, he knows she's cute and Oliver can't actually remember the last time someone bought him something that makes him smile just by looking at it.

So, yeah, he's interested and he's hoping that he can come up with something that nudges this into a direction where she doesn't jump behind a brick pillar to avoid him.

Drawing a breath, Oliver puts pen to paper.

Sleep Deprived,

This suddenly got more interesting. I think maybe we should meet and discuss the noise my bike makes from your bedroom, somewhere other than your bedroom.

What do you say?

We can also talk about how my bike doesn't sound like a helicopter.

Motorbike Man.

P.S. Well, lets start with: Do you like Italian? Or, what's your name?

Felicity chokes on her coffee when she reads the note Motorbike Man has left.

Coughing violently, Felicity re-reads the notes he's left and her grip tightens on her coffee. He wants to meet her? That doesn't sound like a great idea seeing as the last time he was physically near her, she'd jumped behind a pillar in fear of meeting him.

And why has this suddenly become more interesting? Glancing above his most recent note, Felicity reads what she'd written before and blanches a little.

It's not really an innuendo or…well, it sort of does read like an invitation into her bedroom and why did she even write that? What was she thinking?

Felicity finds herself gnawing at her coffee cup and considering what her next move should be. This is getting more personal than she'd thought it would and, okay, she really can't blame him for wanting to meet her because she'd like to make a better first impression than jumping behind a brick pillar.

She also might be, sort of, curious about the hot guy who rides the stupid motorcycle that's been replying to her notes.

What does she do now?

"So, he wants to meet you?"

Caitlin calmly takes a sip of her tea and Felicity makes a face at the calm question. They're sitting at a little café down the road from Caitlin's lab and Felicity's poking at a brownie she doesn't really want but ordered anyway.

Caitlin's sipping tea and had listened calmly to the continued saga of the notes without so much as a burst of laughter.

Which is why Felicity had called her in the first place.

Sara would be rolling around on the floor by this point and Felicity just didn't have the ability to deal with that today.

"Yes! But I don't know if I want to meet him." At Caitlin's disbelieving look, Felicity amends. "Well, I want to make a better impression than hiding behind a pillar. Obviously but…I started this whole thing by insulting him. Or his bike. Whichever." Felicity says, stabbing at her brownie rather violently.

Honestly, who would have thought that a passive aggressive note written at three a.m. would have led to this dilemma?

"I think you should meet him." Caitlin announces and Felicity's head snaps up.

"What? Really? But I don't know this guy!"

Caitlin's brow furrows. "You know him well enough to be considering meeting him. Otherwise you would have just said no and not called me."

Felicity stares at her friend because she knows, deep down, that Caitlin's right. Felicity has had enough experience in life to be able to deliver a flat out no to someone. The fact that she's stressing about this just means that it's become important.

"I – fine. That's true. But…what am I supposed to write? This note thing wasn't meant to be this confusing."

"You could just try answering his questions. What have you got to lose? How hard could that be?" Felicity glares at Caitlin, who has the grace to look at least a little sheepish. "Or you could continue to stress over it. Do whatever you think is necessary. I have no opinion on this."

Felicity just groans a little as Caitlin takes another sip of her tea.

It takes Felicity another three minutes of staring at his note before she decides on a reply.

She's half hoping that she won't regret this and half hoping…well, that it won't blow up in her face, really.

She hopes it doesn't. Because maybe she's interested in Motorbike Man and the fact that he seems to have a sense of humor, can feel regret and is generous. He also wears jeans really well and, Caitlin's right, what has she got to lose?

If it doesn't work out, he works weird hours and she won't have to see him.

Or she could move.

Taking a deep breath, Felicity presses her pen to the notepaper.

Motorbike Man,

It does too sound like a helicopter and…it sounds like a helicopter from my living room too. Not just my bedroom. But my living room and my kitchen and my whole apartment. Not such a big focus on the bedroom.

So there.

I say that I generally get coffee on a Saturday morning from the coffee shop down the road. With my gift card. At about ten o'clock. I tend to sit by the window. Okay? Okay.

Sleep Deprived

P.S. Pizza is my middle name. Well, actually, it's Megan but if I could be named after food, Pizza would be my middle name.

P.P.S My name is Felicity.

It's four in the morning and Oliver can feel exhaustion pulling at his bones as he makes his way up to the apartment when he spots the note.

He reads it once. Then he reads it again, just to double check what she's saying. Then he pulls out his pen.

Because this is worth replying to.

To Felicity,

I sometimes like getting coffee down the road, too. Especially on Saturday's when it's fun to sit by the window and people watch around ten o'clock.

Sincerely,

Oliver