The phone was ringing again, it was the third time this night alone and it was seriously starting to irritate her. She sat up, grabbing her cell phone, "Listen here! I don't know who you are mister but when I find you, and believe me I will, I swear I will make a Dalek look like a nice fluffy kitten!" she growled out. There was silence for a moment before the line went dead. She groaned, huffing as she placed, well more like slammed, her phone down.

It was a blocked call and once again, it had been short. Too short that she wouldn't actually be able to trace it if she had been ready. She felt a knot of worry in her stomach, the calls were starting up again. She really hoped they would stop soon, they always did but still. Between her actual life and her nightly activities, she really needed sleep. And so far this chump had called her two days in a row. She knew she really should let the boys know but she was embarrassed. They were nothing more than phone calls and it was proven that they did eventually stop, they always did once they got done pranking her.

She looked at her clock, realizing that it was already five a.m. She would need to be up in two hours to start getting ready for work but just like that, sleep had evaded her. She couldn't fall back asleep and for that she brought her pillow to her face and let out a few minor screams before finally getting up. She supposed she could get an early start in her day and maybe catch a Firefly episode or two.

Felicity was tired and she was hoping no one could see it. She had a long day at work and really didn't want to be in the lair but she knew she had to pull through. Her only condolence was that today was Friday which meant payday and she could sleep in tomorrow. And have ice cream while having a possible Dollhouse marathon, maybe.

She soon found herself with a cup of coffee and in her seat while Oliver and Diggle did their sparring. She was already doing a sweep, making sure nothing had come up with the system when she realized Oliver was suiting up, "So what's on the agenda tonight, oh captain tight-pants?"

Her eyes widened at this, she had so not meant to say that, "Not that I was noticing how tight they are, cause that would be bad, not that you look bad in them or anything cause trust me, you don't." she winced, "Not that I was trying to say anything about your pants, it's actually your personality that I meant." She winced again, "Can someone please just stop me?"

Diggle couldn't help the snort but he continued to watch in amusement. Oliver on the other hand simply raised a brow, "Captain Tight-pants?"

She was red, "It's a Firefly reference, sorry. Was up earlier than usual and I ended up watching a couple of episodes…and being slightly late to work because of them. But just slightly." She rambled.

Oliver merely shook his head, "Alright. Tonight we…"

She was only too happy to get to work, tired as she was.

The weekend came and went. She was happy to say, no phone calls in the middle of the night. She had a feeling it was someone who loved to prank call her just to mess with her. It wouldn't surprise her, considering she had always been to butt of jokes with certain people. But she always shrugged them off. What she hadn't expected to find on her desk was a bouquet of flowers. There was no note and after finally shooing the office workers away, she managed to have some peace and quiet. Her glance kept shifting to the bouquet, wondering who had sent it and why. Had she done anything as of late? No, all her time was spent with Oliver and he wasn't a flower sender right? She was pretty sure he wasn't.

It wasn't until after her lunch break, when she finished her work that one of the ladies came over, "Ah how adorable! Who are you seeing? He must be very sweet, sending you flowers. And roses! The flower of love."

Felicity chuckled, "I guess it is sweet but flowers wither and die, they're not very practical." She stated simply.

"Yes but they serve their purpose! Don't you know, all flowers have meaning! My mom tells me all the time how her father send her mother a single flower to let her know he was thinking about her. If she was losing sight of things she'd get an iris. Or if he wanted to show her how much he adored her, a sunflower." She sighed happily, "I wish a guy would try as hard as they did back in the day…" she said sadly before leaving her be.

That's when she wondered what the flowers meant, if they meant anything at all. And without further ado, she googled them.

She recognized the Daisy's right off the bat but hadn't known they meant innocence. The red rose was obvious. Iris was message. Salvia red and blue were forever mine and I think of you. Lavender, mistrust? Odd.

She paused as she caught a single sight of yellow flower and her hands went and pulled it out. She didn't recognize it and began a search for it. Once she found it was called Tansy she went back to the site she was using for information when she saw its meaning, hostile thoughts?

"Huh?" she wondered out loud as she tried to figure out the message. Who on earth would have hostile thoughts towards her? She pondered this a few more minutes before shrugging it off, whoever had chosen had obviously only done so based on looks. She closed her browser before stretching, she couldn't wait to be off. Especially since she wouldn't be needed tonight. Oliver had some event to attend with his family and she wasn't complaining.

Eventually the clock struck five and she was out. She fully intended on getting into her favorite shirt and possibly having a relaxing day at home. Watch some Netflix, pig out on some junk food (which she had already ordered), hell maybe even work on a cosplay she'd been meaning to finish.

Once she was home though, she felt off. Something felt wrong. She went to change out of her work clothes only to find her favorite TARDIS shirt missing.

"I could've sworn I left it here…" she said shifting through her room only to find it gone, "Crap. Did I put it in the dirty clothes? I thought I'd only worn it once!" she muttered to herself heading to her closet and she felt something in the pit of her stomach. She was startled by the doorbell ringing, "Sith!" she called out, "Seriously Felicity, what is wrong with you?!" After paying the guy for her Chinese she settled for an FMA shirt and realized how much of an idiot she was being…

Unfortunately because of her hectic schedule it would take her a lot longer than it should have to realize some of her stuff had gone missing.

Hello, my first Arrow story. Hope it's not off to a horrid start. Now, I will say this from the start, I absolutely LOVE Felicity and Oliver together. I feel they would make the perfect couple. Unfortunately because I will never see this happen, as always, I turned to fanfiction. Then as always I want to write even though I really shouldn't but can't help but do so. And I wanted to try something different so hopefully this is different. And yes, I know it's chopped up into pieces but that's for the intro. Fairly certain the next chapter will be better since I'm trying to establish everything first. Anyways, that's that.

This is obviously AU and there may or may not be OOC's since I'm trying to get a feel for the characters. Sorry if Felicity appears OOC at any point though I am trying.

So here comes the scary part, thoughts on this?