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Lunch with dl_greenarrow

Chloe was typing away on her desk. She had been doing so much work for the Watchtower that she was barely caught up with Planet work. She had had a deadline the previous day and now she was trying to do as much research for her next article as she could because she knew the second she was out of the Planet, her attention would be focused on something else entirely.

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Oliver didn't have to get a guest pass to enter the Daily Planet. The security guards knew who he was and simply smiled and nodded in his direction as he headed inside, looking around the crowded office and spotting Chloe at her desk, busy as he'd expected to find her. He watched her for a long moment, then slowly headed over to her desk and dropped down in the seat in front of it. "They ever let you take a break?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

For once, he didn't make her jump. Chloe was used to having people come by and talk to her, she was, however, surprised to see who it was.

The bright smile that appeared on her face was an instant response to seeing him, "only when I have incredibly VIP visitors." She glanced down at the clock on her computer screen then back at him as she leaned back against her chair, her eyebrows raising high "it is past two, isn't it?"

He raised his eyebrows, as well. "Well, when you didn't meet me outside, I thought I'd have to come in here and kidnap you in order to make you eat lunch," he responded, a tiny smile playing on his lips.

Chloe made a face and nodded softly, "I do tend to lose track of time in here," she clicked a few times on her computer before smirking at him, "but I'm glad you are brave enough to willingly walk into a room filled with curious reporters," she said as she pushed her chair back and got up.

"Probably the riskier thing you've done in a while..." she said before leaning over her desk and towards him, quietly, "and I am including your nightly activities."

"Well after awhile you get used to the soul-sucking media hounds," he teased, nudging her arm gently. "And I don't know, Chloe. Some of my nightly activities are pretty risky." He winked at her and offered her his arm. "Lunch?"

She grinned at him and grabbed her purse before taking his arm, "not just lunch, a really good lunch."

Chloe started towards the elevator with him and as they walked, she was completely aware of the curious glances her co-worker were sending their way, she looked up at him and whispered, "you're filling up the weekly quota for office gossip, Mr. Queen."

He rolled his eyes, and ducked his head a little. "They're just jealous they're not the ones taking the star reporter out for lunch."

Chloe laughed and rolled her eyes, squeezing his arm a little, "someday, I will have that title." She paused and looked up at him curiously, "anything on the computers?"

"You're right, you will," he said confidently, stepping onto the elevator and waiting for the doors to slide shut before glancing down at her again. "They're still running, but nothing so far on our GPS access code. I'm sure it won't take too much longer."

Chloe nodded and sighed, "yeah, I need to take a look at it, if the system was updated, chances are, they are just looping our attempts to get in..." She made a face and shook her head, "why does he have to complicate things?"

"Where do I even begin?" he asked wryly. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, not surprised to feel his anger level rising just at the mention of Lex Luthor. Even so, he needed to push it away as best he could for the time being. No use in being angry over what was supposed to be a nice, friendly lunch with a friend. He glanced at Chloe and smiled. "So what are you working on here?" he asked as they stepped off the elevator and headed for the lobby.

Chloe squeezed his arm softly and nodded, getting the point that it'd be better to talk about something else, "nothing Earth-shattering, just a story on the lack of parking downtown. People always get pissed off around Football season." She cocked her head and looked up at him, "how did the call go?"

He shrugged a little. "Yeah, went all right." He smiled faintly. "Board members weren't happy about my latest executive decision, but..." Oliver shrugged. "They'll get over it." He walked with her down the sidewalk.

She smiled a little and nodded at him, "I'm sure I will hear all about it in tomorrow's newspaper?" Chloe wasn't sure how Oliver managed to do all he did as GA, plus CEO work. Both were extremely time consuming... she paused and looked at him for a moment, make that just plain consuming, "you look tired." She said quietly.

"Ah, thanks, Sidekick. Always good to have my ego stroked before lunch." He nudged her lightly in the arm, and offered her a small smile. "I'm all right. Though I think that our naps on the couch are starting to become habit."

Chloe did her best to will herself not to blush, but failed miserably. She wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but she didn't like it, "yeah, sorry to keep falling asleep on you..." she smiled, still embarrassed, "I blame your couch for being so comfortable and inviting."

"And here I thought it was just the company," he joked. Then he smiled at her. "Seriously. It's not a problem. The couch is comfy. And it's not like you've been the only one falling asleep on it."

"Oh, I'm blaming you too..." she smiled and shrugged a little at him, "doesn't mean I should keep using the injured man as my pillow, though." Chloe relaxed as they walked.

Oliver rolled his eyes. "The injured man? Is that my new nickname?"

Chloe bit on her lower lip and shrugged as she raised her eyebrows at him, "now that you suggested it..."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "That's cute. Very cute."

Chloe grinned brightly at him and shrugged a shoulder, "I try."

Seeing that particular smile on her face made something in his gut twist and he couldn't help but smile back. "Yeah, well. You never do anything halfway either, do you, Sidekick?" His voice was teasing.

She shrugged softly and shook her head, "I try not to." Chloe kept her eyes on him and raised her eyebrows, "much like someone I know."

Oliver met her eyes and shook his head a little in amusement. "Come on. Let's get something to eat. Satellite calls make me hungry." He smirked.

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