Felicity opened her desk draw and extracted her ringing cell phone, frowning at the caller ID. She glanced through the glass wall that separated her from Oliver, who was speaking on the phone with another investor or businessman.

"Hey, Stef." Felicity leaned back in her chair and smiled. She hadn't spoken to her friend in months.

"Hey, Lis."

"I can practically hear you brooding from here, what's happening now, Stefan?"

"I need a favor."

"Honestly, I thought we don't keep track of those anymore. I helped Lexie return your humanity, you run interference between Damon and I." She joked.

"That's what this is about." Stefan's voice was low.

"What has he done now?" Felicity huffed and took her glasses off to massage her eyes.

"He…was injected with a virus. A ripper virus."

Felicity sat up, alert. "What does that mean, Stefan." She hissed.

"He's blood thirsty for vampires."

"How did this happen?"

"You know Damon…he pissed off-"

"Honestly, why do I ask." She glanced through the glass window and frowned when she caught Oliver's eye. She shook her head and looked back at her desk. "I'll catch the next flight out."

"Felicity-"

"No. This is what I do." She replied annoyed. "Damon messes up and he lets us clean up his mess." Felicity shook her head. "I'll be there as soon as I can, okay."

"Thanks, Lis."

"Yeah, yeah. She hung up when she heard Stefan chuckle.

Felicity sighed as she glanced at her calendar to ensure she didn't have to cancel any of her own appointments. She hadn't always been Oliver's girl Friday. She had once been married and not to her work. She and Damon travelled the world for years until they had a major fight about him wanting to go back and try to break into the tomb Katherine Pierce was trapped in. That had been fifty years ago and she had avoided him ever since, though they had the occasional rendez-vous and she kept in touch with his brother.

She got up from her desk, forgetting the glasses she had discarded, and walked to Oliver's office. Gone was the meek, rambling IT girl: Felicity had power anger off her. She rolled her eyes when Oliver held up a finger indicating for her to wait. She tapped her foot and considered just leaving.

Oliver eyed his friend as he hung up the phone. "Felicity, what's the matter?" He frowned.

"Nothing." Felicity shook her head and frowned. "I just have…a family emergency and I need to leave now."

"What happened?" Oliver stood up and stood three feet in front of her as he leant against his desk.

Felicity stood straight but crossed her arm. "Same old." She shook her head. "Honestly, it's fine. I'll be back in a few days, a week tops. I'm sure Sara can handle the Lair." She barely concealed the bitterness in her tone. It wasn't that she was jealous of Oliver and Sara: god knew she could never be with Oliver because of her slight fangy problem, but she couldn't help but feel slightly replaced by the human.

"Felicity, what-"

"Oliver, I don't have time for this." She coldly stated. Her tone sent chills down Oliver's back. "I don't know if I will be in touch, but I have to go." She emphasized.

"Do you need help?" He furrowed his brow.

"No. I just-my…Stef…" She didn't know what to call Stefan and Damon. She called them her family for simplicity's sake, but she didn't particularly advertise her ex-husband. "My brother-in-law called and my ex-husband got in trouble…again. He's sick or whatever. Needs someone to get him back on the wagon." She looked at her hands to avoid Oliver's surprised look.

"You're married?" His eyebrows could not have been raised any farther on his head.

"Not anymore." She corrected. "We've been divorced for a long time." More time that he could ever guess. "But he and Stefan are the only family I have and the feeling is reciprocated."

"Will you be safe?" It sounded like her ex could cause her harm to Oliver.

Felicity rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine. Damon's like a little lamb." She smirked, knowing that if he knew she had said that he would rip her throat out…twice. Maybe three times.

"Alright. See you soon." He surprised them both by engulfing them in a hug. Felicity took a moment to reciprocate and awkwardly patted his back.

"Thanks. See you." She shrugged before scurrying back to her desk.

Oliver watched as Felicity buzzed around her desk, typing quickly, not even bothering to sit down. He looked at his own computer when he heard the incoming of an email. He shook his head when he saw that it was from Felicity with a list of his appointments for the following day. He watched as she held her phone against her chin and shoulder as she balanced in her too-tall heels and extracted her purse from her desk, rummaging around looking for something. Oliver got up and walked over to the glass door so that he could hear his assistant talk to…whomever on the phone.

"Yeah, Stef. I just ordered a ticket. It leaves-" She glanced at her watch. "Shit."

She paused for a moment, waiting for Stefan, he assumed, to finish whatever he was saying.

"Did you tell him?" She bent down to her desk draw, giving Oliver a good view of her dierrere. "Well, Stef. He's not going to like it."

She waited.

"Well, tell him."

She frowned.

"He's gonna snap my neck, and then snap yours. And then probably whoever else happens to be in the vicinity."

Oliver frowned when Felicity snorted, not liking the comment.

"No, I can run to the Boarding House. Damon once took me there." She waited a beat. "Alright, see you in a bit, love." She smiled as she hung up the phone.

"Are you sure you don't want me and Dig to come?" Oliver offered.

He smirked when she jumped in the air, and wondered how she kept balanced in her heels. "Jeez, Oliver. Warn a girl!" She grabbed her glasses off her desk and tossed them in her bag. "I've got to go. I'll be fine. Probably. Who knows, maybe I'll convince Stefan to come back with me." She took a couple steps towards him a kissed his cheek in an amicable manner, reminiscent of what she had done a century prior. "See you later." She turned and walked towards the Executive Elevator and gave a little wave before the doors shut. Oliver couldn't help the feeling in the pit of his stomach that something wasn't right.