She couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she either saw Oliver and Sara having sex on the mats or Bruce Wayne calling her Mrs. Wayne. She wasn't sure which was worse. The Oliver and Sara image made her sick but the vision of Bruce made her squirm in a way that made her feel ashamed. He lied to her and hid their marriage for 3 years. She wasn't supposed to be fantasizing about him. She sat up, squinting into the darkness and reaching for her phone. It was only 4:30.

For the hundredth time she thought of the address in her purse and for the hundredth time, she forced herself to look away. She wasn't about to go running to Batman. She'd realized his identity the second he'd spoken to her in his suit. His presence in Starling, the way he'd been so gentle with her when he'd caught her...and the fact that she'd seen his scars that night 3 years ago. In addition, he had a very distinctive jaw line and lips that were just... She snapped herself out of that train of thought. She was not going to sit there thinking about Bruce Wayne and his stupidly handsome jawline. He'd put her in an even worse position than before she'd walked into the lair. What would happen when Oliver found out that she knew not only about Thea, but about Batman's identity as well and hadn't told him?

She flopped back down on the bed, glaring up at the ceiling. Hopefully if she fell asleep all this would be nothing more than a bad dream.

Large warm hands ran across her skin, leaving goosebumps on her stomach in their wake. She let out a small keen, arching her back into his touch.

He chuckled, his voice low. She felt the rumble in his chest beneath her fingers. Lips pressed to her neck. She felt heated, fuzzy. Gasping as fingers skated across her hips. Her legs opened. Letting out a moan as fingers slid inside, curling and stroking, she pressed her heels into the mattress. Heat washed over her skin, her breath came in small pants. She was surrounded by sensation; the softness of the sheets, the firm solidity of the man above her, the gentleness of his lips as he whispered words of encouragement and admiration into her skin, the rough callouses on his hands, her own heated skin and the tightness in her chest as she felt herself coming to the edge.

She looked over at him, gazing into his eyes. Bruce Wayne looked at her, his lips parted as a hungry gleam entered his gaze.

"You like that, Mrs. Wayne?" He asked.

Felicity sat up in horror, covering her face. She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her body. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she tried to force the memory of the dream out of her mind. Getting up, she ran to the shower turning the water as cold as she could stand. Stepping under the spray, she shivered. She'd see Oliver at work in a few hours. Maybe there was still a chance to fix this.

She should have known it wouldn't be that easy. The second she stepped off the elevator and walked towards the office, she saw Moira and Isabel waiting for her in the office. She swallowed as they broke off their conversation and watched her walk up to them. She slowed her pace, hearing her pulse pounding in her ears. This was bad. They weren't arguing; in fact they looked civil. And a world where Moira Queen and Isabel Rochev could get along was one she was sure she didn't want to live in. She smiled.

"Mrs. Queen. Ms. Rochev." Her voice was too high. She tried to remain calm. Clearing her throat, she continued. "Can I help you with something?"

"Mrs. Queen just informed me of your marital status." Isabel drawled. Felicity's eyes flickered to Moira. The older woman's face was a mask of concern.

"I just found out about that yesterday." Felicity said. "I-"

"The interesting thing." Isabel continued. "Is that on your application you listed yourself as single. As well as on the last 3 years of tax returns. Which means you've lied to us as well as to the IRS."

It was as though the air had been knocked out of her lungs. She hadn't even realized that consequence. "I didn't know. Mr. Wayne kept it a secret from me."

Isabel smirked, clearly enjoying watching Felicity's world crumble around her.

"This is a delicate matter." Moira chimed in. "It seems strange that you would keep a detail like this hidden, but then Wayne Enterprises is Queen Consolidated's competition."

"And it would present a conflict of interest if you were sleeping with its CEO." Isabel agreed, her tone full of regret. "But for you to be married to him without informing anyone...now that's significantly worse."

Felicity stepped back. "I-"

"Add to that the fact that you're this company's CEO's Executive Assistant-" Moira let out a sigh of regret. "I'm afraid this is very serious."

"I didn't ask for that job." Felicity was furious.

"If anything that proves your guilt." Moira said. "Being too excited about a position that put you closer to your goal would raise suspicion."

Isabel nodded, a triumphant smile on her face. "You are fired. I'm having security come up and escort you out of the building. In addition we've turned over our records to the IRS, so expect an investigation."

"And the company will be suing you." Moira was practically giddy. It was the most genuine emotion Felicity had ever seen her show. The elevator opened and a pair of security officers followed by Oliver and Digg came out. Oliver scanned the office and frowned, confused as to what was happening.

"What's going on?"

"Just firing a corporate spy." Isabel said. "She's Bruce Wayne's wife; she's probably been passing secrets to him for as long as she's been working here." She smirked. "Perhaps next time you should do more vetting on potential assistants than how good they look in a skirt."

Felicity glared at her before turning for Oliver. "I didn't know about being married and I swear I've never told him anything."

"How can we be sure?" Moira walked over to Oliver, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Oliver, I know this must be painful, but..." She looked over at Felicity. "If the board finds out about this, it could mean you losing the company. Can you really be sure that she's being truthful?"

Felicity watched as Oliver's face shut down. He had a bizarre relationship with trust and the fact of the matter was, his mother could play him like no one else. She'd shot him and he still didn't see her as anything more than Malcolm's helpless victim. He looked up at Felicity, there was doubt in his eyes. Felicity hung her head as Isabel instructed security to lead her out.

"No." It was Digg who spoke. He was looking at all of them in disgust.

"Mr. Diggle." Moira said, angry. "She's a danger to this company."

Digg shook his head. "I'll escort her out." He looked over at the two security guards as though daring them to contradict him. Felicity smiled at him, happy to know there was at least one person who was on her side and grateful that he said something. She paused in the doorway, looking back at them. Moira had her hand on Oliver's arm and was attempting to be comforting. Isabel wore a gloating expression and Oliver...he wasn't even looking at her.

She turned and walked to the elevator, Digg right behind her. She didn't know how she managed to keep it together, but she stepped in, Digg following her. The doors closed and it began to move.

"Digg, I-"

"I know." He gave her a small grimace. "The Felicity Smoak I know would never lie about being married and she sure as hell could never be a corporate spy." Felicity hugged him, letting out a sob that she didn't know she was holding. "She's a terrible liar. We'd have seen through her in an instant." He held her as she cried.

The elevator stopped and he led her out of the lobby, bringing her to her car. "Where do you want to go?"

Wiping her eyes, she looked around, unsure. "Big Belly Burger?" She asked. "Though I'm fired so maybe-"

"I'll pay." Digg frowned down at her car. "This is too small." He smirked, looking at the car he'd driven Oliver in. "I think Oliver owes you at least a ride in his car."

She shook her head. "You've done enough for me already, I don't want you to lose your job over this."

Digg laughed. "I don't work for QC, I work for Oliver and he won't fire me; not with what I know."

Felicity hugged him again. "You're a good friend John Diggle."

"This doesn't come for free." He said. "I want you to tell me everything, from the beginning."

2 hours later, after milkshakes and burgers, Digg leaned back in his seat, frowning. She'd told him everything; her one night stand 3 years ago, what she'd found about Thea's parentage, Moira's threats and the fact that apparently Bruce was her husband. The only thing she hadn't told him was Bruce's secret identity. "How screwed am I?" She asked.

Digg sighed. "I'm not going to lie, it's pretty bad." He frowned. "Why did you go to Moira about Thea. Why not go straight to Oliver."

Felicity sighed. "I was worried he wasn't going to believe me and..."

Digg shook his head. "You wanted to give Moira a chance to tell him for herself." He muttered. "You are too kind for your own good."

Felicity looked down at the empty plate in front of her and sniffed. "It's not fair." She said. "I didn't ask for any of this. All I tried to do was the right thing and now..." She covered her mouth. "I'm out of a job, Oliver thinks I'm some kind of lying spy, Moira and Isabel get to tell the whole world I'm a golddigging liar who didn't have enough with Bruce Wayne and the government is going to come after me for lying on my tax returns." She took a second to steady herself. "And all of this because 3 years ago I made one stupid drunken mistake."

"You were drunk?" Digg's eyebrows rose.

"Sort of, yeah." Felicity said. "I mean, I knew what I was doing for the sex part. I wanted that, but the wedding." She let out a humorless laugh. "These two people wanted to get married and needed witnesses. I thought I was signing the official witness document."

"The official witness document?" Digg repeated and there was a slight twinkle in his eyes. "Felicity, that's not something that exists."

"Don't laugh." Felicity snapped. "I..." She put her face in her hands. "I'm so screwed. How the hell am I going to fix this?"

Digg frowned and seemed to be thinking. "Well there is someone who can help you." He said slowly. His tone sounded uncertain, but she was desperate. She didn't care who it was.

"Who?" She asked. Digg hesitated before relenting and answering:

"The man who put you in this position in the first place."

Felicity glared and stood. "Thanks for lunch, but I need to go."

"Felicity." Digg blocked her path. "Just listen."

"He lied to me for 3 years and because of him I'm-" She couldn't even begin to fathom how to finish that sentence.

"Then let him fix it." Digg said. "You're not as screwed as you think."

"Really?" Felicity snapped. "How do you figure? How could this possibly be worse?"

"Moira and Isabel haven't released anything to the press." He motioned for her to take a seat. "Why do you think that is?"

Felicity frowned, sitting and contemplating his words; he was right. There had been nothing about her in any newspaper, online blog, or tv station. Normally news like this would have gained national attention, and yet... "They have something to hide." She relaxed, a small flicker of hope warming her. "Digg you're a genius."

"Exactly." Digg said. "Oliver may have acted like an idiot, but after I talk to him, he'll see reason. He won't let them hurt you. Especially after you tell him she threatened you and that she lied about Merlyn being Thea's father." He frowned. "As for Isabel...I say you get Wayne to help you handle her."

Felicity sighed. "I don't want his help." Digg raised an eyebrow and she relented. "But I guess I don't have a choice." She glared. One thing was for sure. Wayne would get an earful. He'd wanted to talk? He was going to get his chance.