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A Chloe/Oliver fic.

Chapter Two.

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Disclaimer: See Ch. 1.

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A/N: Wow, I'm so glad that so many of you liked the first chapter! Thanks for all the great reviews!

In regards to the Clark/Oliver squabble in the last chapter ... they don't really get along that well on the show as it is. They have very different methods, but I think they make an effort to be nice for Chloe and Lois's sake. Let me also state that I used to love Lois Lane as a character - until Smallville. Mainly, the Lois/Oliver relationship is what made me dislike her. Never liked it, and I really hated how Lois thought she was the most important person in Oliver's life, just 'cause they dated a few months, and she found out his secret. So, if there's some hidden animosity towards Lois or Clark, this is why. It also really annoys me that Clark's been an ass to just about everyone except Lois, ever since he embraced Jor-El's shield.

So, yeah, at this point, Clark and Chloe's relationship is pretty solid, but this is a Chlollie fic ... I'm not going to put a whole lot of effort into the Clark or Lois side of it. Ever since Green Arrow came on the show, I've actually started watching it consistently, and I now own all the seasons on DVD. He and Chloe are the only reason I watch it anymore. (So they better not kill her off ...)

Okay ... now that that's over with ... let's get on with the rest of the fic!

I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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Freeze up? Hardly.

Chloe worked the room with him flawlessly, making polite and interesting conversation with some fairly influential people. Her hand tucked into his arm was like second-nature, it just fit there. Nearly ever person that they came across asked them how they managed to keep their relationship hidden from the press until, and Chloe answered them with the prepared lie, that they were still getting used to the idea of them as a couple, and wanted to do that privately.

She never broke eye-contact, never fidgeted, never looked nervous or blushed. She didn't give any of the tells that a liar would, and Oliver was finding himself highly impressed.

He might have been worried about her wardrobe choice before, but his concerns were pushed away when he picked her up at her apartment in one of his many cars, and saw her descending the stairs. Her choice of color was obvious - green - but she wore it well. The dress hugged her body in all the right places, and looked as though she might have bought it at the kind of store he would have bought the dress for her from. He wished she would have let him pay for it, though ... he didn't want this fake relationship to bankrupt her.

He had also been worried about her fitting into the business side of his world. He knew that she could spar with the best of them, but she'd never been in this situation before, and he honestly hadn't known how she would react to it. He'd hoped for the best, and he got his wish.

She impressed the men, and made many of the women jealous of her. An overall success.

Aside from it being their first public appearance as a 'couple', he'd had another reason for bringing her with him tonight. He needed to plant a 'backdoor access' of sorts into the building's system, so that he could keep an eye on their less-public business dealings. He could have gotten Victor to do it, but he was preoccupied with another assignment, and it was easier to explain Chloe's presence there, than it would be to explain Victor's.

Chloe made a show of needing to find a restroom, and Oliver offered to assist her, winking at the couple that they'd been talking to so that it seemed like they were going somewhere for some alone time. It wouldn't be too hard to believe that they were still in the passion phase of their relationship.

They made their way from the crowd, under the guise of finding a bathroom, surreptitiously checking to be sure that they weren't being followed.

They easily evaded the security on the upper floors, making their way to the office that they needed.

"How long will it take?" Oliver asked in a quiet voice, closing the door behind them and watching her move to the computer.

"Maybe ten minutes," Chloe replied, situating herself in the desk and starting up the computer on it. "Depends on the complexity of the password."

Oliver regarded her, moving to stand beside her. "Can you crack it?"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "Just give me some room, Archie."

Oliver looked at her out of the side of his eyes, narrowing them as he understood her meaning. "Please, don't let that one stick."

Chloe chuckled softly, her fingers moving over the keyboard. She'd gone over everything they had on the company, as well as the CEO, needing to know any significant personal information to help her crack the password.

A minute later, and 10 password attempts, she discovered the password was the date of his son's birth.

"Typical," she murmured happily, easily hacking her way into the mainframe.

"How much longer?" Oliver asked, keeping an eye on the door for any signs of the security guards' flashlights.

"Keep your pants on, Ollie, it'll only take a couple minutes. Just need to install the program, and then cover any traces of it so that they can't see the new backdoor installed," she told him.

If it had been Victor telling him this, he would have just said, "Make it snappy." But this wasn't some Cyborg-enhanced super-human. This was just Chloe, in all her hacker glory. Oliver was impressed.

Her fingers moved rapid-fire along the keyboard, making the company's security bend to her will. Her eyes narrowed at the computer screen while she worked, the corner of her mouth tucking lightly against her teeth. She was completely focused on her task.

A few minutes later, her work was complete. "There," Chloe spoke proudly, powering down the computer. "Done."

Oliver opened his mouth, about to congratulate her, when he heard voices coming down the hallway. He was so focused on watching her work, that he hadn't noticed the guards making their way down the hall.

Chloe turned off the monitor, panic in her eyes.

They couldn't hide under the desk, as it didn't have a front that went to the floor. There was nowhere else to really hide in the office, and the security guards always made a check of all the rooms.

"What are we gonna do?" Chloe asked in a worried whisper.

Oliver looked all around the room, trying to figure out how they were going to get out of their. They couldn't sneak past the guards, and if he suppressed them, then the company would be alerted to their presence in his office, and would likely do a more thorough search of the mainframe, thereby discovering their tampering.

The security guards drew closer, so Oliver did the only thing he thought would work.

He pulled her around the desk with his hand on her wrist, zeroing in on the comfy-looking chairs in front of the desk. "Don't freak out," he told her, and then quickly sat down on one of the chairs.

"What are you -?" But her question was cut off as Oliver pulled her down on top of him. Her dress was fairly slink, so it didn't tear as her knees fell on either side of his legs, but she did have to adjust it a bit to be comfortable.

"Just go with it," he almost pleaded, and then pulled her mouth down to his.

Chloe's eyes widened in surprise, even though a part of her caught on to his thinking. With her mouth sealed onto his, she blinked her eyes a few times before closing them, and thought to push his suit jacket off of his shoulders before the doors were opened, and a light was shone on them.

"This area is off-limits," the guard told them, surprised to find them in there.

Chloe gasped as she pulled away from him, surprised to find that one of his hands had made its way to her backside. "What?" she stammered out, her flushed appearance not at all fake.

Oliver grinned up at her, tucking a lock of hair behind her ears. "Sorry, boys ... we just wanted to have some alone time. You know, away from the party."

"Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to return to the party, or we'll have to escort you from the building," the guard told them.

Oliver made a show of being annoyed, sighing as he hoisted Chloe off of him, and then standing up from the chair.

Chloe looked away from the guards, straightening out her dress as Oliver fixed his jacket.

Once he was done, Oliver took Chloe's hand and led them out of the office, making their way down the hallway. The guards followed behind them, making sure they made it back to the party.

They immersed themselves in with the rest of the guests, waiting until they were out of sight from the guards to breathe a sigh of relief.

Chloe toyed with the shoulder of her dress as Oliver snagged them a couple glasses of champagne.

"A flawless performance, Miss Sullivan," he complimented, handing her a glass.

Chloe downed half of it, staring up at him. "Yeah, well, it would be nice to have a little more warning next time. Maybe let me in on the plan beforehand?"

Oliver shrugged. "That was complete improv," he told her. "I thought we'd be in and out before the guards made their rounds."

Chloe nodded, the blush that had settled over her in the office keeping up its appearance.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I was out of line," he told her, placing a hand on her arm by her elbow.

Chloe shook her head, ignoring the tingles that his touch created. "It's okay ... just a bit surprised, that's all."

Oliver nodded his head slowly. "Well, do you want to stay for the rest of the party, or head out?" He didn't want her to be more uncomfortable than necessary.

Chloe considered his offer. "We should probably stay a little longer, to keep up appearances. It might look strange, otherwise. Don't want to give people a reason to suspect anything."

Oliver agreed wholeheartedly, happy that she'd made the decision.

They continued to mingle with the crowd, taking part in a few more conversations, sampling a few more h'ordeuvres. They stayed almost an hour longer before they finally made their exit, his car waiting for them when they got to the street.

The drive back was relatively silent, neither of them having much to say until they arrived back at her apartment.

"Well, tonight was ... interesting," Chloe stated as they exited the car, and slowly made their way up to her apartment.

Oliver grinned, following her inside the Talon and up the staircase. "That it was."

Chloe paused before entering the apartment, knowing that Lois was probably waiting up to pick her brain about all the details of the night. "So, we'll meet tomorrow morning at Isis, see what that little trap-door into the program gets us?"

Oliver nodded. "Nine o'clock?" he suggested.

Chloe nodded her agreement. "Perfect. Um ... thanks for taking me along. It was kind of fun to be out in the field." She placed a hand on the doorknob, ready to enter the apartment.

"Fun ... definitely one of the many words I'd use to describe tonight," he replied, giving her that thousand-watt smile before he turned to descend the stairs, leaving her wondering at the meaning of his words.

Almost a minute later, Chloe gathered her wits about her, and finally entered the apartment the she shared with her cousin.

"So, tell me everything!" Lois immediately barraged her, offering her a delicious-smelling coffee as incentive.

Chloe rolled her eyes, knowing she was in for a long night.

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End of chapter.

A bit shorter, I'll try to make up for it with the next one. I still don't know how long this will be ... I never do.

Well, what did you guys think? Like it, hate it?

Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.

Until next time ...!