A million and one thoughts go through her mind as her heart beat starts to pick up speed. After searching their apartment and finding no sign of him she went from 'ready to tear the town apart' to 'This can't be happening.' She imagines him coming up behind her and placing his calloused hands on her shoulders, telling her to calm down. The two warring trains of thought race through her. One of fear and concern that is her very nature: 'HE found us. He found us and we aren't ready. This will only end in bloodshed.'

The second of critical thinking, tactics gleaned from years of debating with him: 'Or maybe he just missed my text. Calm down Smoak.'

She starts a mental checklist with ideas penned in the handwriting of her own mind, crossed out and overwritten with opposing thoughts that she imagines are scrawled his own spiky handwriting.

She gripped the cold porcelain sink and collected herself. With the thoughts weaving over one another fighting for dominance, She begins to weigh her conclusions using reason versus emotion cautiously: 'FACTS. Facts are your friends, always go with the facts.' She mentally coaches. 'Think, okay, what do we know? You sent that text over 2 hours ago. He HAD to have seen it by now. Was it possible that he didn't respond because he COULDN'T respond? Yes. Was it at all Probable? No. He was one of strongest men she she had ever met.' Still, this is not a typical oversight. And as much as he plays it off in public he is anything but a typical man. There was a reason for everything he did. So what are his possible reasons?

Could he be testing my restraint? Yes. Maybe he is seeing if I could track him down? No. That's not the agreement. Moreover he knows I can't track him accurately yet. More than likely this is some training of his. Did he think she would break their bond and her promise by running back to team Arrow for help? He better hadn't dare! But he is the kind of man to do this. So it's a high probability at least. Okay, if that is the case now we need a motive Smoak.'

Does he even know just what he is doing to Me right now!? She questions herself. 'Of COURSE he KNOWS.' He loves to torment me. He must have already assumed what my first reaction would be, and planned for it.'

She would not give him the pleasure of being right. He pushed her buttons. She always pushed him right back. That's why this relationship works out so well for them. They were an unexpected pair. Maybe that was the reason it had never worked out with anyone else, for either of them. Strengthening her resolve, She splashed cold water on her face and began to form a plan of action. She would pass this test, not just to make him proud, but because she could teach him a lesson in trust. First she would have to think like him. Not that it would be easy. It could be done, she would just have to go out of her comfort zone. AGAIN. He is such an enigma. She comforted herself, thinking back to one incident in particular...

Thinking that He must have been mad since she kept him waiting, she called out:

'I'm ready for you!' as she approached him with her hair already tied up in a high knot.

Instead of responding like a normal person he decided to keep his back to her and mutter something indecipherable. With her hands wrapped and gloves on, she greets him with a jab to the ribs, than ducks his usual punch and sweeps at his legs with her own out of instinct. When her leg connects with his she is surprised, his punch never came. Cheering inside, she thinks: 'I must be getting better! He usually jumps to quickly for that!'

Her victory was short lived. His hands land on her shoulders in a grip slightly rougher than normal for him. Spinning her to face him, she is startled as he half shouts:

'We're not Training together Today I said!'

If he thought she would turn tail and run at his command he had seriously underestimated one Felicity Meghan Smoak. She was just a little late, it's not that serious.

'You are not the only one with a say in my training, you know.' She snaps.

'I came home needing to blow off some steam and its obvious that you did too...grumpy.' She said gesturing to the air between them. Losing some of her gumption as she caught his glare.

'So just stop worrying about hurting me, and let's just DO IT!' she continued flustered. He arched an eyebrow at her as her words settled in her own ears

'Holy Moses, I mean let's do it TOGETHER, not just DO IT.' He didn't smile. He blinked. Slowly and with enough force to make her swear that she could HEAR him blink at her sometimes.

Sighing in frustration she pushed ahead: 'I don't mean let's "DO IT TOGETHER". Unless you think I mean it as "FIGHT TOGETHER". So, yeah, Let's fight.' Reading the cocky look he sent her way she offered: 'Or not really because you would always win. Better yet, let's TRAIN TOGETHER. Yes! That's it! TRAIN together.' Deciding that wounding his ego would not get him to concede she finished: 'Only I don't want to assume that I could help train you, because you know all the physical stuff. So really you'd be doing all the training. I can't train you. Unless it's computers because I could train you in computers since that really is not your strong suit.' She had back pedaled...but he didn't mention it.

Turning away from her, He grabbed his keys and started heading for the door.

'Hey where are we going? ' She asked as she placed her gloved fist on his arm, in a more akward than comforting gesture.

'To train. Alone.' he responded to her coolly, shrugging off her hand.

'No' She asserted.

A dark chuckle escaped him as he questioned: 'You think this is up for discussion?' he spoke low and slow to warn her.

'Absolutely. ' She affirmed. '

'Well you thought wrong.' He spat as he stalked towards her and continued his tirade. Effectively pinning her between the door-frame and the coat rack. 'I make the decisions! I know what is best for your safety. You are staying here, and I don't want to hear another word of it! You've tried my patience enough for one day.' His words drove him nearer, all but pressing her into the wall behind them with more force than necessary.

'Oh, so I get to stay here and go crazy with boredom because it's not safe for me. Which is only according to you by the way. But YOU can go out and train Alone?' She shouted at him, standing up on her tiptoes to get closer to his face.

'Paint your nails for all I care.' He said dismissively.

She eyed him suspiciously before snapping; 'What's wrong with you!?'

Being heated enough to bait him she pressed on: 'I mean aside from the obvious manpain, what is your ACTUAL problem today? I thought we were past all THIS.' She was getting damn tired of him pulling away violently after every time they made headway with their emotions.

They had bonded last night. She had started talking about her father leaving, and it led to him telling her about his time on the island. He told her how he really felt. For the first time he admitted it to himself. For as angry as he was, he really blamed himself for the death of Shadow.

To his surprise she didn't try to talk him out of anything. She listened, comforting him with her presence. She wasn't afraid to be near him and trust him after all the terrible things he had done. This girl might actually be crazier than me he thought.

Thinking like that was dangerous. He would be distracted if he allowed this to continue, meaning she would probably get killed

Wanting to lay down the law with her he was going to have to be ruthless: 'You are wasting my time.'

Knowing full well how it would hurt her but trying to drive a wedge between them for her safety he lied to her: 'We aren't making progress with your training, it's high time I focused on pushing myself by training instead.'

Not backing down she glared at him and lowered her voice: 'I don't believe you. You are lying. I won't scare that easy, and you can't make me hate you.'

'For ONCE it's the truth. ' he said trying to convince her.

'Screw you.' She snapped.

'If only you actually meant that.' he said half joking, in an attempt to scare her off. Or make her think that's all he was after.

It was in moments like these where the tension was high enough to suffocate them both, that she couldn't decide which thought was more appealing to her: Slapping some sense into him or kissing him absolutely senseless.

With her hands at her sides still in gloves leaving her unable to slap him. At least not without removing them first, she hinted at the second option: 'We could both benefit from some physical exertion, and you can't avoid me forever. We live under the same roof. We chose each other AND this life. Stop denying me because you want to deny yourself out of some twisted sense of justice.' She wasn't sure he was capable of those kind of feelings for her but she did her best to get him to manifest them, or rile him as best she could. Seeing that he was too flustered to respond she continued before her adrenaline ran out: 'I am going to go take a long hot shower, if you decide to come to your senses in the next thirty minutes, you know where you can find me.'

She turned away from him and forced herself not to check if he had followed until she actually made it into the bathroom. Immediately feeling relief that he hadn't taken her up on her offer she realized she was wearing a full blush. She jumped at the sound of the door slamming shut shortly after she stepped into the shower. Adjusting the water temperature she began to relax. After what felt like forever the warm water slowed her rapid pulse. Finishing her shower she heard the front door open again.

She was ready to hear about how long showers were a luxury she shouldn't take for granted. Rolling her eyes, she began quickly wrapping herself in a towel and stepping out. He caught her off guard storming into the bathroom covered in sweat. She moved for the sink as he began to strip and get into the shower, not waiting for her to leave. She wondered idly if all good looking men removed their shirts by grabbing the fabric at the back of their neck and tugging it off, before she turned her back to him. If he was trying to make her uncomfortable and force her out of the bathroom she wouldn't act on it. Deliberately taking her time to apply her moisturizing lotion and brush out her wet hair she forgot that she would be standing between him and the clean towels when he got out. As she plugged in her hair dryer and went to work he shut off the water. In moments he was towering behind her, reaching over her shoulder to shut off the blow dryer in her hand. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice with his hand still resting over hers on the now useless hair tool: 'Do you know how long you took in the shower?'

'30 minutes too long.' she offered, annoyed at him again.

'Wrong, 22 minutes.' he corrected.

'And?' she prompted since he clearly wasn't finished with this yet. His wet hair was dripping all over the towel she wore, defeating it's intended purpose to dry her.

'And I only took 8.' he stated, hoping she would get the hint.

'I get it you take a way quicker shower than me.' She said, Clearly not following his train of thought.

Letting go of her hand he reached for a towel and wiped the fog from the mirror in front of them, before wrapping himself in a towel. He looked at her pointedly in the mirror and spelled it out for her:

'You said you would be there for at least 30 minutes. next time you make me an offer, you might want to be more accurate with your timing.' He said as he shook out his hair and strode proudly out of the humid bathroom. Once she had been left alone with her thoughts, his words clicked into place. ..

Her reminiscing served to remind her that she could do this. She just had to figure out what was going to happen next.