I did it again, didn't I? Yeah I did. I swear I'm not lazy, my feeling towards writing recently have mostly just been a long pained groan though. But hey, it's Felicity's POV. And this story is over a year old now.

Felicity was too good for her job. She's built a supercomputer out of her father's left behind computer and an old AM radio, and she hacked the FBI database before she was eighteen. Sure, the computer ended with scorch marks on the floor and her first of five meetings with the NSA, and her hacking had caused Coop's death and her latest run in. So, while she hated every second she spent clearing porn of the hard drive of whichever higher-up was choosing now to do work this week, it was what she had brought upon herself by not being as good as she thought she was.

Izzy was right, not that Felicity was going to inflate her ego by telling her. But Izzy wasn't always right, and secret keeping was one of Felicity's least favorite things. And with the time she had after finishing her backlog, Felicity was left to wonder about her dear best friend's new beau. Something had to be done about this secret keeping that Izzy was doing. Best friends don't keep secrets.

Even if Felicity had never told Izzy a few things, they weren't secrets, they were just not relevant to her current life. No one, not Isabel, and certainly not her lovely Jewish mother needed to know that Felicity has binary tattooed on her right ass cheek that read "kiss this". It was a drunk mistake. But that wasn't the secret in discussion at the moment, or hopefully ever. What was, however, was the nameless, faceless, probably male, person currently porking her Izzy.

But you see, Felicity had a plan. A plan that involved a lot of alcohol. Mostly for Izzy to drink. Izzy was a fun drunk, she let everyone see what an amazing person only Felicity usually got to see. It was just going to be just the two of them tonight though and whatever Felicity can sweeten from Izzy. She closed down her station, and bid a good night to Daisy, her new coworker obviously still going to be there for at least another hour. Usually Felicity would be on the computer next to her, but it was Saturday and Felicity was a girl on a mission.

Felicity walked over to the elevator bank, using her extra time to surprise Izzy in her bullpen on the 20th floor. Riding up she smoothed down her purple shirt, and absentmindedly checked her phone. Soon enough she was there and out, she passed by Mike, another intern, who directed her to the office Izzy was in.

Izzy had her back facing the door, looking instead at the shelf of books. Behind her was a tall man with dark hair and a beard. Felicity wondered for a second if this was the man Izzy was boning, but ditched that thought when she saw that he was checking out her ass. Izzy wouldn't go within ten feet of the perv if she didn't have to.

"See something you like?" Felicity asked sarcastically. The man jumped and looked at her. She tried to be as intimidating as a girl in a polka dot skirt and cat earrings could be. Izzy turned and smiled at her, "Your new friend here was just getting real acquainted with your backside."

Izzy shot the man a death glare that promised retribution, and you could almost hear his balls shriveling up. "Evaporate, Michael" was all she said and with a wave of her hand, the man was gone. Presumable to apply for a department transfer. Izzy walked over to Felicity and gave her a quick hug, "Decided to abandon the other techies for a weekend?"

"Of course. I've been in Starling for what feels like ever already, and I feel like I haven't done anything."

"You haven't," Izzy shot back quickly, "You've worked literally every weekend since you got here. When you said you were toning it back I didn't think you were going boring. I almost miss the Tequila Queen and her drunken adventures, even if it was just that one time. But, man, what a time."

"Please don't remind me of that time. I still can't look at pineapples without wanting to barf everywhere." Felicity followed Izzy through the cubicles so she could grab her bag. She kept her peeled for any interesting interacting with her coworkers, anything that could hint towards interest in Isabel. Mostly all she saw was vague terror. They were out of the building before she could figure out anything of import, but she still had Plan A.

Several hours, and a Little Mermaid drinking game later, Isabel was finally ready to spill her guts. They were sitting around their living room, laughing, as the Aristocats now playing in the background. Felicity knew it was time.

"So, Izzy, about your mystery man," she began as unsubtly as she expected. Isabel wasn't paying attention to her, but actually watching the movie again.

"We should get a little white kitten," Izzy began to say absentmindedly. She had her head on Felicity's lap now, her purple dress crumbled. Izzy looked at Felicity and smiled, "We could put a little bow in its fur and name it Marie and everything. Marie was always your favorite."

"I think you're forgetting the fact that you're allergic to cats, Iz" Felicity started playing with her hair.

"I'll get pills or something. We can figure out semantics later. I think there's a pet store that stays open late on Fridays across town. If we start now we could get there before it ends. I'm sure they have a kitten. Or a dog. Lissy, let's get a puppy. A little cocker spaniel like Lady in that one movie with the dogs. I promise I'll take care of it."

Felicity laughed, and didn't bother to remind Izzy that she was allergic to dogs too. "I think you've had enough movies for the night. I take it your mystery man doesn't marathon with you much."

"He did in the beginning, but he thinks Disney movies are for children. He doesn't understand the appeal they have for all ages." Perfect, Felicity thought, I've got her talking.

"You never talk about him very much, Iz. I'd love to know more about him. What's his name?"

"Robert. He's very nice, but he's kind of an ass sometimes. But that's okay, I love him anyway."

"And how'd you two meet?"

"There was this mixer for the new interns and we got to talking, and we kind of just went from there."

"So he's one of the interns?" Felicity was surprised with just how much Izzy was sharing.

"No, no. He works on the top floor. Boss of the bosses. He's really smart, and he thinks I'm really smart. We're meant to be. We're going to run away soon."

"Oh really, why are you running away?" Felicity started to laugh a bit.

"Because he has a wife, but that's okay because he's going to leave her soon and then we can tell everyone we're together. And live happily ever after." Felicity felt her jaw drop open. Izzy was sleeping with a married man? Izzy was always against cheating on anything, and her she was having an affair. Felicity wanted to yell at her, but Izzy was drunk she probably wasn't going to remember any of this. And Izzy was still talking, "He's just worried right now. He has a son, but he's a moron and he'll get over it. He's also concerned about his wife's bastard. Sure she's only like seven, but the bitch got pregnant without him she could take care for her bastard without him."

"You know that's not right, Izzy"

"Moira started it. Robert is just moving on. We're in love. We'll have our own children. We can name one after you. Felicity Queen, got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Izzy laughed, and snuggled into Felicity's lap. Felicity was stunned shocked. Queen. Moira and Robert Queen. Izzy was having an affair with the goddamn CEO.

Felicity wished, not for the first time, that she could leave well enough alone. She was better off not knowing who Isabel was sleeping with, and now that she did she wished she could take back everything. She was going to have to have a serious sober talk with her. But for now Felicity could only sit and stew in her thoughts, while her drunk best friend played with her hands singing Everybody Wants To Be a Cat.

The next afternoon, Izzy was finally awake, but Felicity had been up for hours. She had been thinking and thinking about what she was going to say, and had come up with nothing. But Izzy was on her way to her to the kitchen so it looked like Felicity was going to have to wing it.

Izzy walked into the kitchen, wrapped up in her robe, Felicity could see her panda slippers on Izzy's feet. "Morning, Peaches," Izzy says roughly, reaching over and taking Felicity's coffee from her.

"Izzy, I need to talk to you." Felicity poured herself another cup of coffee. She poured her stuff in while waiting for Izzy to respond. She turned and looked at Izzy again, who was staring down at her coffee. Great, Felicity thought, Now she's going to be cranky.

She took a sip, and made a sour face, "This coffee is terrible. Way too much sugar and what the hell creamer did you put in this?" Yet, still she took another sip.

"Snickerdoodle." With a shrug, Isabel began to take drink more of it, "Izzy, we need to talk." Izzy ignored her again, instead reaching over and stealing some of the toast Felicity had made.

"We should. You put way too much butter on your toast. It's like you're trying to give yourself high cholesterol or something," Isabel was keeping ignoring the fact that Felicity obviously had something to say; simple choosing to eat Felicity's food. Having enough of it Felicity reached over and took her coffee cup back and even the toast straight from her hand.

Raising her hands defensively, "Damn, I thought I was cranky when hungover," she let it go quickly, "whatever, I needed a Bloody Mary anyway." Felicity watched as Isabel, once again, ignored her and stalked over the fridge for her supplies, "Did you pick up pretzels like I asked? You know I need pretzels..."

"ISABEL! Could you please shut up for five minutes? I have to talk to you!" Isabel placed her cup down, and looked at Felicity as if she was about to yell at Felicity for yelling at her. Now or never, "Are you having an affair with Robert Queen?"

Felicity could see any expression fall from her face and visibly stiffened. She fiddled with the celery in her hand before she turned and placed it with her cup. Turning around, and finally meeting Felicity's eyes and she smiled slightly. "Yeah, what's the problem?"

What's the problem? What's the problem?! For once, Felicity was speechless. How could Isabel be so blasé about having an affair with a married man? She knew Isabel was no paragon of holiness, but Felicity thought she'd have some morals about dating a married man. But her she was, acting like the affair was no big deal. "Isabel, you're having an affair. With a married man. He is cheating on his wife with you. What about that seems like it isn't a problem?"

"We're in love," was Isabel's only answer.

"I know, you told me several times last night. That's not a good excuse, Isabel."

"It's not him and Moira are still in love or anything. Robert and I are in love. And when he leaves his wife…"

"When? When is he leaving his wife?"

"Soon. And then she can have her degenerate and her bastard and we can have each other."

"Do you even hear yourself, Isabel?" Felicity was getting angrier and angrier with her friend. She had always thought Isabel was the most logical and pragmatic person that Felicity knew, but now she just seems off. Felicity worried if that's how she seemed to Isabel whenever she spoke about Cooper. Felicity pushed that thought down quickly, she hoped she was never this delusional about love.

"Of course, I understand. I'm not surprised you don't understand though." Isabel paused as if she didn't mean to say that.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Felicity really near the end of her rope.

Any care towards Felicity's emotions seemed to disappear when Isabel said, "Well, it's not like you know what it's like to be in love. All you've had is your obsession with your criminally moronic boy toy, that you stupidly called puppy love. At least I'm not throwing my life away to be with some loser who was probably going to leave you for the next smart little girl in a tight sweater. "

Felicity recoiled from the comment as if Isabel had physically slapped her. She might as well have. Isabel must have sensed she had gone over the line with her comments, because she tried to slowly walk over to Felicity and put on her 'ashamed' face. Felicity stormed passed her and went down the hall to her room.

Grabbing her pink suitcase, Felicity blindly tossed her clothes and other essentials into it and walked back through the kitchen. Isabel was sitting on one of the bar stools waiting for her. She was obviously surprised to see Felicity with suitcase in hand. Felicity instead chose to ignore her in favor for grabbing her lucky coffee machine and favorite mugs, tossing those into a separate canvas bag. Isabel was still looking at her, "Lis…" she whispered, "where are you going?"

Felicity walked over to Isabel, before reaching down and pulling her panda slippers off. Those too went into a bag. "I'm going to stay somewhere else for a bit." Felicity said, walking towards the hall, "we can talk when you seem to have your senses back." And with that Felicity left her oldest friend alone in their kitchen to her thoughts.

So probably not worth the wait, huh? I'm sorry for that. It was a hard chapter to write mostly because I have no clue how to write for this part of the story. My outline is mostly points to hit, and I'm stuck trying to get from point B to point C right now, when I really want to be at point like J by now. I'm not sure if this chapter would even have been finished now if my lovely beta, Chrissy's birthday was not five days ago. This was part of her present. I'll try to update again soon, but something is tell me not to make "I'll update soon" promises again. Damn, this message was depressing. I should've ended on a joke. Oh well. Favorite and Review. Love you. Good night and good news.