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The window gives way to him even before he can jimmy it. He enters slowly inside, trying to get used to his surroundings in the dark, making a mental note to warn her against the dangers of unlocked windows.

The entire place is silent. From where he is standing, he looks around to get his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He almost bumps into the foot of a couch and then tries to find his footing after he almost trips over a discarded slipper. The living room is large, but it feels cramped with all the stacks of books and dvd cases and little trinkets. He wishes he has some light to go through the objects and discover what she is into, but instead he moves to a hallway which he thinks leads to the bedroom.

The door is already open so he enters and stops. It is quite a sight. She is in bed, her body turned on one side, one arm tucked under one pillow, her head on another. He counts two other pillows thrown on the rug – it is apparent they fell from the bed – and the cover of the bed is half on her and half on the floor. He truly believes he has never seen someone sleep so… all over the place, but is not surprised that Felicity is the one to do so.

Her breathing is low and steady. He wonders how he should go about waking her. He moves around in hope that she would sense a presence in the room, but nothing happens. He opens a drawer then quickly closes it with a thump, realizing it is filled with her underwear; Felicity does not even stir.

After some ten minutes , just when he is about to give up, he calls out her name.

"Who is there?" she murmurs, rising slowly. Her eyes are closed and she reaches out to the nightstand to locate her glasses. She puts them on blindly. "Oliver, what the fuck?"

Her reaction is not something he expects and it takes him a moment to come up with an answer. "Hey Felicity." he says. He realizes he is still standing the shadows in his Arrow costume so he steps into the light coming from the window.

"You scared me to death!" she exclaims. She turns on the lamp on the night table. "How did you get in?" she asks, then before he could explain, she answers her own question. "You used the window. You do this for a living. Not for a living actually, you get nothing but bruises in return. It is more of a hobby? A hobby with really good results, but I doubt anyone else in the world considers this as a hobby and put it on Facebook. " she rambles. He does not want to risk being seen in the light, so he steps out and moves back to the hallway. "What brings you here in what I presume is the dead of the night? I thought you had gone home already."

"I couldn't find Digg. I called him twice, his phone is off."

"That is the universal code for do not disturb when you call someone in the middle of the night and they don't answer." she chimes in with a mischievous smile. "So is that why you broke into my apartment?"

"You don't answer when I call after a certain hour."

"That is because I am sleeping like a normal human-being after a certain hour." she says, lifting the covers off the floor. Finally, Oliver thinks.

"Like I said, you don't answer."

She laughs lightly. Even though he is in the shadows, she catches a glimpse of a smile. "Why do you need Diggle so badly?" she asks.

"I need to go through tomorrow's security details." he answers in his back-to-business tone.

She looks at the alarm clock. "At 4:21 in the morning?" she raises an eyebrow at him. "Go home and sleep Oliver, you need your energy, we can go over the details later on."

"Do you know where Digg is? I went to his place but it was empty. His tracker is off, too." Oliver stalls.

"You have a tracker on him?" she asks, shocked. Then something else comes to her mind. "You have a tracker for me, too? That is like invasion of privacy, Oliver."

"I like to keep track on both of you, in case something happens." he replies, his tone does not change.

Felicity takes a deep breath. "Since I am a terrible assistant, I forgot to give you the memo that Diggle is seeing someone. If his phone is off and he is nowhere to be found, that means he is getting lucky. You know, having sex?" she whispers the 'sex' part. Oliver chuckles and the sound makes Felicity happy because it might be the first time she has ever actually heard such a noise coming from him. "And I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Like I said, I am a terrible assistant."

"I guess I have to talk to him tomorrow, then." Oliver offers.

Felicity smiles. "It's technically today. Go home, Oliver." Oliver nods. "And use the door." she blinks and turns off the light. She lies back on the bed, listening intently to hear her front door to close. Instead she hears the slight noise of a window open and close and then the unmistakable sound of an arrow hitting somewhere and she smiles and closes her eyes.