Felicity:

Felicity's plan was to confront Oliver Queen and tell him that she suspected him of being the guy in the green hood. But then she remembered that Oliver was only after being let out of hospital. She was sure that he wouldn't be in the temperament to be accused of being a vigilante. Besides she could be wrong (not that she actually believed that, but she had to play devil's advocate even in her own head). If she were wrong she could be fired (clans of long ago that wanted to get rid of unwanted people without killing them used to burn their houses down, hence the expression "to get fired") or get sued for slander.

If she was right...

Well, that could mean an arrow in her chest (the human heart creates enough pressure to squirt blood 30 feet). Not that she thought Oliver would shot her, but it was obvious that he didn't want people to know who he was; the hood and lack of facial pictures were evidence enough of that.

Felicity knew the smart thing to do was forget her suspicions (although it wasn't a suspicion on her part, but a fact awaiting confirmation), but she couldn't help herself. She just knew that there was a connection between the vigilante and the list of names. If she was correct about Oliver, then he held the answers she needed.

That was a lot of ifs'.

Felicity sat in her office, her left leg hopping up and down, while she chewed on her thumb. She couldn't count the number of times she had leapt from her chair, her entire being intent on seeking out Mr. Queen, only to flop back down again. Even though she was certain she was right, that didn't mean that her doubts weren't gnawing away at her, like the way she was gnawing her thumb. The ifs' came back to the forefront of her mind.

What if she was wrong? What if he wasn't the man running around like Robin Hood (Version 2012, where he shoot the bad guys or scared them into submission instead of robbing them; except that one time)?

Oh God! She'd forgotten about insulting him yesterday. Not that she's known she was insulting him at the time, because she hadn't put two and two together yet, but now that she had...

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

She had insulted a vigilante to his face, telling him that archery looked utterly ridiculous. Yet another example of the trouble her mouth got her into.

Felicity shoved her glasses up her nose again; they kept slipping down with the power of her bouncing leg. She forced herself back around her computer and tried to engross herself in her work. It normally helped take her mind off everything else, but today it was like trying to jungle with no hands, useless and frustrating.

She kept going back to the list and Oliver, and what it all meant.

It wasn't like Oliver had willingly given her clues to his alter ego. If he hadn't asked for help on any of those occasions she would never have been the wiser. Nobody in their right mind would think that the Hooded man and the playboy Oliver Queen, were one in the same. She wasn't supposed to figure out who he was. She also shouldn't know anything about the list. Combine these two and she could end up very dead. As in never coming back to life dead.

So the best course of action would be too...

Ask Oliver Queen for some sort of protection, by letting him know she knew his secret.

Felicity's head fell against her desk. Of all the idiotic ideas, but it did seem like the way to go. Mr. Steele had told her that his Head of Security died investigating whoever it was behind the list and she knew that they'd eventually catch on to her as well.

So the lesser of two evils it was to be.

Felicity knocked on the door of the Queen mansion, nervously moving the 'get well soon' flowers, she had purchased to make her visit seem more legitimate, from arm to arm. It took a few minutes for someone to answer the door (not that she could blame them, the place was ginormous).

"And you would be?" Th girl answering the door wore attitude like women wear perfume. It could only be Thea Queen.

"Ah...I'm..." Felicity's mouth had gone dry, all she wanted to do was turn tail and run.

"Look, if your another reporter looking a scandalous story on my brother, you can get he hell off our property before I call the cops." Thea moved to close the door, but Felicity's arm snapped out of its own accord. She might be scared of what was about to happen, but she wasn't a coward. She could do this!

"No, no. I'm not a reporter. My name is Felicity Smoak. I work in your stepdad's company," Felicity quickly explained. "In the IT department."

Thea pursed her lips in contemplation, as she sized Felicity up.

"I'm the IT geek and I've helped Oliver with some computer problems. I heard he was in an accident and I just wanted to see how he was doing?" The last part came out sounding like a question for a reason. Thea was the cheerleader to Felicity's geekdom and they always made her nervous, no matter what age they were.

"You don't look like a reporter," Thea acquiesced. "But they are getting craftier lately. Do you have a Queen I.D. badge?"

Felicity was suddenly glad she'd come straight from work. Moving the flowers aside, she tugged her I.D. out of her coat and all but shoved it in Thea's face. She took it in her hand and examined it closely, glancing between Felicity and her badge.

Thea's face broke into a genuine smile and Felicity felt herself relax (slightly). "Sorry about that," the girl said gesturing Felicity inside, "but you never can be too careful."

"Felicity? What are you doing here?" Oliver Queen stood at the top of the stairs looking down at her.

Oh crap! She had hoped she had a few more minutes to compose herself.