A/N: I really love writing this fic and I love all the reviews! Keep it up, guys =).

One note for those requesting chapters: I am fulfilling the requests in the order they come in so it's taking a bit of time, but I promise that they all will happen!

This chapter is for Maverick41 (who is also the beta of my other Olicity fic, 'The Island.') I hope you like it =).

"I'm in," Oliver whispered, hiding the movement of his mouth by pretending to drink. He didn't want to attract attention by being the crazy person talking to himself.

"Me too," Felicity replied.

"Great," Diggle spoke up. He was stationed in a van outside of the office building, making sure that their target didn't escape. Also, he was monitoring the security cameras that Felicity had hacked earlier. "Now Oliver, you need to find Ford and get his key card."

"Got it." Oliver left his drink on a waiter's tray as he walked around, scanning the room.

Their target was James Ford, a local millionaire. Felicity had come to Oliver about a week ago, upset. She had told him that some friends of hers, an elderly couple, had been scammed out of their life savings after they had invested in Ford's stock. More research on their and Felicity's part had uncovered other people with a similar story, so Oliver had promised that he would do what he could about it. He hated to see Felicity so upset.

Now, they needed hard proof, which they hoped to get from Ford's computer. His investment open house party was the perfect opportunity for their team to find the evidence they needed to get him arrested and the stolen money returned. The only problem was that Ford, according to Felicity, didn't just encrypt his computer files, he also set up his computer system so that his key card was required to so much as boot up his personal computer.

A man in his early 30s caught Oliver's attention - Ford. He was towards the back of the room chatting with a couple men, a champagne glass in his hand.

"Target acquired. Heading to engage him now. Are you ready, Felicity?"

"Ready."

Their plan was simple. Oliver would talk to Ford, swap the real key card for their photoshopped fake, and then hand it off to Felicity. While she used it to access the files and move them to a thumb drive, Oliver would make sure that Ford and other security didn't bother her. Simple.

"James Ford," Oliver pushed through the crowd and greeted the man with a handshake and a smile. He took note that the key card was hanging out of his pocket - perfect.

Ford's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oliver Queen," he commented coolly. "Didn't expect you here."

"With the recent, uh, turn of events," Oliver improvised, "I thought that it would be a good idea to look at stock options for the rest of my fortune."

"Well," the man noticeably brightened at the mention of the Queen fortune. "That is excellent news indeed. We will have to meet up to talk."

"That sounds great," Oliver smiled, patting the man companionably on the shoulder. With his other hand, he effortlessly switched out key cards. He had practiced the same move about a hundred times with Felicity in the lair until it was essentially unnoticeable. "I'll be in touch."

"Got it," Oliver whispered to alert Felicity as he walked away.

"On my way for the switch."

"If it isn't Oliver Queen," a sultry voice said from behind him.

Oliver turned at the sound of his name. The woman behind him was beautiful. Like model beautiful. Long legs, full lips, beautiful green eyes. Her silver dress clung to her thin frame and didn't leave much to the imagination. He recognized her, vaguely. A fling with a model sometime before being stranded on the island came to mind. However, he didn't have time for this. "I'm sorry, I don't think that I know you," he lied politely, searching the crowd over his head for Felicity.

"Who is it?" Diggle immediately demanded in his ear.
The woman eyed him up and down appreciatively. "That's certainly not true," she purred, walking closer. "Amelia. We dated."

"Get rid of her, Oliver," Felicity muttered. "We can't make the switch with a witness."

Oliver sighed. His ruse hadn't worked. "Right," he smiled. "Of course. How have you been?"

One of her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch in surprise. "Oh really?" she breathed, laying a hand on his arm. "We're going to pretend that there was nothing between us?"

"Who does she think she is?" demanded Felicity's outraged voice.

"Oliver," Dig's warning voice said. "We don't have time for this."

He patted her hand. "It was a long time ago, Amelia."

"Not that long that I don't remember what you like. Let's give it another go."

"I don't think so."

Don't you still find me attractive?" Amelia pouted, pretending to be hurt.

The worst possible situation was that she caused a scene and drew attention to Oliver, getting him kicked out. Best case scenario was that he could get rid of her. Unfortunately, there was only one answer that would guarantee no security guards.

"Beauty isn't the problem," he sighed.

"Then I don't see one." Taking his hand in hers, she started to drag him towards the dance floor. "Dance with me."

"Dance with me," Felicity mimicked in a high-pitched voice. Then, in her regular voice, she added, "I'm going in."

"Felicity," Diggle cautioned.

"Don't care," she cut him off.

Over Amelia's shoulder, Oliver caught sight of Felicity for the first time. Aside from the steam he could practically see coming from her ears, she took his breath away. Her hips swayed enticingly in her skintight blue dress and her long blonde hair fell in waves past her shoulders. Her eyes were narrowed, but still shockingly beautiful.

"Anything wrong?" Amelia murmured, her lips practically brushing his throat.

"We'll see," he replied under his breath. He had almost forgotten the woman in his arms at the sight of Felicity. Amelia may be beautiful, but she couldn't hold a candle to Felicity. Not for him.

"What was that?" she asked, swaying in his arms. He realized that he had stopped moving and quickly started shifting his weight in time with her.

"Nothing."

They danced for a couple seconds longer, right up until the song ended.

"Thank you for the dance," Oliver said formally.

She smiled at him, looping her arm through his. "That's just the beginning of our night."

"Oliver." The familiar voice interrupting their conversation made him nearly sigh with relief even though he could hear the edge to it.

"Felicity," he greeted her smiling. "I was looking for…"

Her lips on his cut off his sentence, just as soft and sweet as he had always dreamed they would be. Automatically, his free arm curled around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She pulled away with a throaty giggle that nearly made his blood boil.

"Not the place, dear," she admonished with another peck to his lips. He looked at her, confusion mingled with desire clouding his brain.

"Excuse me," Amelia demanded, her fingers tightening on Oliver's arm. "Who are you?"

"Oh," Felicity's eyes widened in affected surprise. "Sorry, I didn't notice you there." Her smile was condescending, making Amelia's eyes narrow in rage. And she ignored the question.

"Oliver, who is she?" Amelia demanded again, her voice petulant.

"Uh, this is Felicity, my…"

"Girlfriend," Felicity cut in. She held out a hand to shake. Amelia took it and gave it a half-hearted shake. "Well, soon to be fiancé, really, isn't that right Ollie?" Felicity pressed up against his side, one of her hands on his chest.

Oliver's mind was completely blank. "Yes," he finally managed to choke out. "Girlfriend."

"We met only a couple months ago," Felicity confided to Amelia. "And we're so in love already. In fact, Oliver often tells me about his previous girlfriends and how I'm so much better than them. They were a bunch of nut-jobs - I'm sure you know the type." This was accompanied by a conspiratorial wink.

"Oh," Amelia said, filling the word with venom.

"So, how do you know Oliver?" The question was innocent enough, but the glint in Felicity's eyes betrayed her true irritation.

Amelia hesitated. "We dated years ago, before I started modeling in Paris."

"Oh," Felicity shook her head. "My stupid mouth, always getting me into trouble. Sorry." There wasn't even a hint of apology in her tone.

"Whatever," Amelia scoffed. She spun on one stiletto and stormed away, practically radiating anger.

"And leave him alone," Felicity muttered, not moving away from him. Honestly, he didn't want her to move.

"Felicity…?"

"No time. Key card?"

"I'm coming with you."

"Don't be ridiculous," she said, twisting in his arms to look him in the eyes. Her voice faltered. "You have to keep an eye on security."

He didn't answer - he knew that she was right. Grabbing her hand, he led her off the center of the floor and to a corner. He needed a moment alone with her, mission or no mission

He placed his hands on her slim waist. "Did I go too far?" Felicity asked, leaning towards him. "Because I know I shouldn't have said that I was your girlfriend and I knew that you might be mad but we needed to get her to leave and I couldn't…"

"Felicity," he cut her off, "you're babbling."

"Then stop me." She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her lips were only an inch away - an invitation that Oliver couldn't resist. "Gladly," he growled, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Her hands tightened around his neck and his arms responded, pulling her closer without breaking the kiss.

"Ahem," Diggle coughed. "Sorry to interrupt, but there's a mission going on here."

They pulled apart only slightly guiltily, both of them flushed and breathless.

"To answer your question," Oliver whispered, "Jealous, assertive Felicity is undeniably irresistible."

She giggled and pulled away regretfully.

The rest of the mission went off without a hitch - Felicity had the money returned to the rightful owners by midnight, leaving Ford nearly bankrupt. However, if you asked Oliver, the biggest victory of the night was finally kissing Felicity.

Okay, so I'm not sure about how this chapter turned out. What do you all think?