Queens, co. was a po-mo wet dream. The atrium, not a lobby, was wide sweeping marble. The elevators were glass-sided and moved with a liquid grace. On the top floor, everything was glass, black leather, or stainless steel. Everything was designed to be sterile and intimidating.
They couldn't at least get a plant.
Felicity was in her office with Mr. Queen and the other man. She hadn't gotten his name. She hadn't actually noticed him before. Captain Smooth immediately attached itself to his face. He fulfilled the stereotype of the scary black man so he was probably private security and probably an ex something. Not a cop, there was none of that loose flutter tension that came with being in a city or without back up. Not infantry or even marine either. He was disciplined and used to working alone, a field agent or a scout or something.
"Can we help you with something, Detective?" Mr. Queen broke her train of thought.
Those shows were going to haunt her and everyone she knew until the day she died. She sighed and smiled at Felicity.
"Oh, CSIs aren't actually detectives. We don't even carry guns." She tried to laugh a little, "Just some plastic baggies."
Oliver was staring at her. His gaze was screaming, go away, go away. She coughed at little.
"Uh, where should I set up my equipment?"
"I'll show you." Felicity separated herself from the two men.
Mr. Queen looked back and forth between them, a scowl deepening, "What's going on?"
Being on the receiving end of that glare reminded her of Captain Singh who was not aware of what she was doing with her off-day. Her heart started pounding in her chest and not in a nice way.
"Your assistant said that you preferred to keep the investigation in house," she gritted her teeth and keep her voice as even as possible, "so I cleared it with my captain to give you a hand. "
Mr. Queen didn't say a word, just pulled Felicity through the office door. How rude. As she set her supplies on the floor, she could hear him hissing at his assistant.
"What are you doing?" his voice was low and gravelly. It was the kind of voice that most people with start shaking at.
Felicity wasn't intimidated. Go her. "We need to find this intruder. And she seems to know more about it than any of us."
The rest of the conversation was too low for her to hear. The private security guy was giving her a look, so she focused on the office. It was rather large but she was going off the secretary's office at the court house. Maybe this was small. Maybe this was a matchbox compared to Wayne Enterprise or Lex, corp. or one of the other ridiculously wealthy super-corporations.
"I'll show you around,"
The other woman was smug, walking with an ease confidence Berry envied. Oliver had this weird little smile on his face, like he only barely remembered how to do it. Something in the Captain Smooth's knowing look told her this happened all the time. Maybe that was why Felicity was a personal assistant instead of president of computers or whatever the term was. She was the only could manipulate the boss out of his bad decisions.
"Is he always like that?" She jerked her chin towards the two men. They were speaking in low tones on the other side of the glass. Oliver looked like he had swallowed a lemon. Blank and glaring seemed to be his two big expressions. Felicity's mouth pressed into a thin pink line and she didn't answer. The two women started sorting the evidence.
The general rule of forensics was collect everything first and figure out what was important later. There were samples from the door, floor, and walls. There were hand and shoeprints. There were enough photos to fill a teenage girl's Instagram. Most of those had gone to SCPD but she had some of her own. She clicked her tongue and glance around for the equipment. Oliver was talking to that man again. She raised her hand a little.
"Ah, question?"
"I never slept with Oliver." The answer was quick and concise. Something Felicity had been asked so many times she was no longer embarrassed by it.
"What?! No," Berry felt more than embarrassed for both women, "I wanted to know what the other guy's name is." She huffed out a breath. "I can't keep calling him Captain Smooth."
Felicity stared at her. Berry focused on her reflection on the glass; The blush started creeping back. Her face did not look good when she blushed. Felicity was going to call her a nerd or look at her like she was crazy or grin like a manic. Berry turned to make sure she was actually seeing it. Felicity Smoak, hot confident, was grinning at her. It made her heart start pounding in her chest in a definitely pleasant way.
"With Sgt. Rough." She teased, gesturing at Oliver. Berry was grinning too now. "It's John. John Diggle."
"Diggle," Berry rolled the name around her mouth than sang "Diggle, Wiggle, Jiggle."
Felicity tried to smother a laugh and her smile grew. You could light a stadium with it. And her eyes were beautiful, citrine and amber. Berry had the sudden crazy desire to kiss her, full on the mouth. A knock came on the glass partition. Both women jumped and looked at the noise. Oliver was glaring at them again.
Felicity pressed her hands down and bowed her head like she was praying.
"What exactly are you looking for?" she asked.
Berry sighed. "We need some equipment."
