"Mom," Oliver said walking into the room that his mother sat in. I was told to hang back for a few seconds so that Oliver could properly introduce us, and so I did. "There is someone here that would like to speak to you."
I took that as my queue and walked around the corner. Moira's eyes lit up as she saw me, and as I walked around the couch, she stood up and opened up her arms. "It's so good to see you Leslie," she said to me. I smiled as we hugged, and as we pulled away, I had to wipe away a tear. "Aw, Leslie, there's no need to cry."
I nodded, "I just miss you guys that's all." I knew as soon as I said that, that Oliver would jump, so I turned around, only to be hugged by a blur.
"Leslie! I missed you!" I smiled, wrapping my arms around her as well.
"I missed you too Leslie." Roy was behind her, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. As Thea let go of me I smiled at Roy. "Oh come here you little loser." He groaned, but walked to me and gave me a hug, at which I winked at the Queen siblings.
"We should throw a party," Oliver said, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.
"Why?" I asked as Thea's eyes lit up.
"Everything that has happened is behind us, and we need to show people that. Besides, how else do we welcome back an old friend besides throwing a party?"
I shook my head, biting my lip again. "I don't know if Barry and I can…"
"No, no, no!" Thea interrupted, stomping her foot. I gave her a weird look. "I refuse to let you go just yet. You're staying." I nodded, my eyes widening a bit.
"I don't know…" Moira started.
"If things are going to get back to normal, then we need to start acting normal," Oliver stated, his eyes almost daring Moira to say no.
"Normal for us is a lavish party," Thea offered, her arm sneaking around my waist for a side hug.
"Can't argue with that," I said.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Queen, I can't stay for Brunch," Roy said, starting to walk away.
"Brunch?" I asked Oliver, and he smiled at me.
"I guess we got to go," Thea said, giving me and her mother one last hug before leaving as well.
"I'll take care of everything," Oliver said, leaving me alone with Moira. She gave him a grateful smile before sitting down, letting me sit down with her.
"How are you Leslie?" she asked, her hands folding in her lap.
"I'm great Moira," I said, "really. My friend Barry and I are here to help with an investigation. And I guess that I've mixed business with pleasure. I'm really happy to have seen everyone though, the only person I haven't visited is Laurel."
Moira nodded, "You and Jackson?" she asked and I shook my head vigorously.
"I haven't talked to or seen him since I left Moira."
She nodded. "Did you hear ab-"
"Yeah, Barry and I were sitting on the couch when it came on the news." I fiddled with my hands, trying to avoid the awkward stare I knew she was giving me. My phone rang, giving me a break, but as I saw the caller, I knew it was worse.
"Are you going to get that?" Moira asked me, gesturing to the phone. I nodded, gulping as I stood up and answered the phone.
"Hey Joe," I started, sparing a glance at Moira, who was trying to play like she wasn't listening in.
"Leslie Abigail Jenkins, where the hell are you?" I gulped, cracking a knuckle and walking away from Moira for some privacy. "I swear Leslie…"
"Joe, we'll be back in a while, I'm surprised that Iris didn't tell you. You should ask her, look I'm kinda busy right now, I'll have Barry call you later." I looked behind me, breathing a sigh of relief that Oliver wasn't there.
"Leslie-"
"Bye Joe!" I hung up after that, and popped my head around the corner to Moira. "I've gotta go to Barry, but it was really nice catching up with you Moira. I'll see you later?"
I didn't wait for her response, and ran out, though it was a lot harder than I wanted with stiff from the rain jeans.
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"I might have asked her about the vigilante," Barry said as we crouched in the crime scene. Felicity was away, calling Oliver to come down here so we had a few minutes to ourselves.
"Barry!" I scolded, whacking his arm while I spoke.
"I'm sorry Les, I just wanted to talk to someone who's been here for the last few months." I heard heels clacking, meaning that Felicity was coming back and we no longer had privacy.
I sighed, straightening up and giving Barry a hard look before looking at Felicity. "Man I missed you guys," I told her, pulling my blazer down and walking around the table.
"I missed you too Les," she said. I smiled at her, placing my hands on the table and leaning on to it.
"You didn't…" I attempted to ask but she nodded her head before I had any chance to finish my sentence.
"You find anything?" Oliver asked walking up with John.
"We found something," Felicity responded.
"There were trace amounts of sucrose and a spec of dirt the iller dragged in here on his boot," Barry explained.
"Which got me thinking, there is a sugar refinery two miles from here. The land around it is suffused in waste sugar. So I checked," Felicity stated.
"They had a delivery truck stolen a couple of days ago," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "And it matches the make and model of the truck the thief used to steal the centrifuge."
"Can you track the vehicle?" Oliver asked looking to Felicity for the answer.
"We've been trying."
The computer beeped, having us a look at it. "What was that?" Oliver asked.
"You're not going to believe this. The truck, it was just used to rob a blood bank?" Felicity didn't sound sure it what she was reading, and as she did, I felt Barry's hand go to my back again. I looked over to him, and he blushed, dropping his hand from my back.
"Are you sure?" Oliver asked, bringing back my attention to the problem. I saw John raising an eyebrow at us, but Felicity grabbed everyone's attention again.
"Yeah, our guy just made off with 30,000 CCs of O-negative."
"What?" John asked. "He has super strength, likes blood? Please don't tell me we suddenly believe in vampires?" I snickered, shaking my head as Barry bumped my elbow.
"We should get this information to the police," Barry said. I rolled my eyes.
"I'll..." Oliver started, "take care of that. Did you say you were working a similar case in Central City?" Barry and I looked towards each other, both of us not knowing what to say.
"Yeah uh..." I clenched my jaw, I knew Oliver could see right through me.
"It's similar, has similar elements," Barry said. "A lot of similarities." I groaned in my head, seeing Oliver and John walk away. Felicity moved away from the computer as Barry and I got to it, both of us examining the screen. I felt his side push up against mine, and heat rose up from my neck. I looked to Felicity, seeing her watch us and caught Oliver and John watching us as well.
I clenched my fist as Oliver walked away, but Barry's hand fell on to it and played with my fingers until I was gripping his hand. I smiled as I looked down at our hands, only then just remembering that Joe had called.
"Joe's mad at us," I whispered to him. "He used my middle name when he called." Barry looked down at me, his face set in a frown. "It's time for us to stop playing around," I whispered while leaning closer to him. "We gotta get home." I gave him a sad look as I shook my head, wishing that it wasn't over, but I should have known something like this was going to happen.
"Leslie!" I heard John call. I bit my lip, and Barry squeezed my hand.
"It'll be okay Les," he whispered to me.
I nodded, letting go of his hand and walking to John. "If only that could be true," I whispered to myself.
"It's time to tell the truth," he said as I stood in front of him.
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"I'm sorry I'm late," I yelled as I ran down the steps to Oliver's secret layer. Felicity sent me a weird look as I ran by her, and as I saw the bloody arrow in her hand I froze. "What the hell?" I asked, pushing some of my hair out of my face, narrowing my eyes on her.
"Leslie," John scolded from the tech area, causing my shoulders to droop.
"I'm coming, sorry." I let my bag fall to the ground as Oliver sent John a look, then eyeing me as I tried to catch my breath.
"So what lie will it be this time Leslie?" Oliver asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Barry wanted to come and investigate, okay I swear. This was all him being interested in the case and I thought that things would go slightly smoother had I been here, so I tagged along. I know I shouldn't have left him alone with his slight obsession in finding his mother's killer, and the curiosity in the Arrow, but like…" I trailed off as Oliver stared at me.
"You ask him to the party?" Oliver asked, standing up from the seat and walking to a chair.
My eyes widened at the question, and I started to shake my head no, but Oliver's calculating stare made me stop. "He and I are not… No… Barry? And I?" I asked, letting my hands move wildly around. "He's got this thing for…" I trailed off, Iris coming to mind and wishing that my heart would calm down just a tad. "I should go find him, yeah. Probably call someone and…" I knew we had to get back to Central soon, because Joe would be on both of our cases and I didn't like the small smirk that was on John's face. "Tell Thea I'm sorry about not staying, will you?"
As I walked away from Verdant and Oliver's secret hideout, I thought. Barry would most likely be very disappointed that I wanted to leave in the morning, but leaving as soon as we got up would help us in two ways, no confrontations here in Starling, and very little argument when we got back to Central. Really, I thought it would be a win both ways.
I did not, however, plan to be the one who would be late tomorrow morning. I planned on Barry being late, like he was every other day of his life.
So hello! This is chapter two for Catching Wind Of, but you've read that and you know. There are probably some grammar mistakes so please pardon those, I'll make sure to make each chapter better and better from those
SO, we've seen more into Leslie's past now. There's this boy named Jackson, and Leslie pretty much just ratted her and Barry out to her friends. She was never really good at lying to people who know her well, and I really want to say more about her but that would just ruin the whole story for everyone so I can't. I can say however that the next chapter is more Barry centered and we'll see how much Leslie cares what Barry thinks of her. I do believe that is all, and thank you for reading my story. Rate, Review, and Follow if you like!
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