It was Snoopy who first noticed that there were intruders.

He had taken to sitting on Claudia's lap while she spent hours staring unblinkingly at the monitors as information flashed across them. She would occasionally feel his fur under her fingertips and pet his back, but most often she would sit motionless sucked into the electronics. When Digger left Claudia escaped into cyberspace, submerging herself deeper than ever before. She had learned to do so much in a short period of time.

She was elated the first time she finally figured out the mouse hole like entrance she could use to get into closed circuit servers. She was also now able to reach out across the country, to places as far away as louisiana, finding a way into the protected servers and archives of various government facilities. Like Belle Reve.

Once Digger left Claudia had begun to search for him. Part of her hoped so desperately that he had not disappeared voluntarily that she actually went into Gotham. She traveled into the city center, to the main police station to look for him. She didn't talk to anyone, just sat alone in the office's waiting room and quickly scanned every computer in the building. She easily found the information she needed. He was indeed in police custody.

What surprised her was that when she arrived home to the room, she could still feel the connection to the police station. It was like she had unconsciously left and electric trail of breadcrumbs through the wires of the city to lead her back.

In order to reach the prison from the warehouse it felt like she had to leave her body. Her flesh would stay motionless and limp in her chair as she reached further than she ever had before, looking for every detail about Digger she could find.

Claudia didn't like what she saw. She watched through the digital files as guard after guard filed reports about him starting fights and being thrown in solitary confinement. It became easy for her to zone out, her mind plugged into the wires miles away, looking at the security footage of him obsessively shuffling around on the floor alone in the small space.

It wasn't long before Claudia learned she needed to close her eyes before tapping into the wires. She had developed a slight problem with her eyes drying out and constantly needed to use eyedrops now. Her body would slump back in the chair, the only cognitive connection she had to her physical reality would be the feeling of Snoopy's fur under her hand as she would absentmindedly pet him. Sometimes she wondered if she'd lose herself in the wires without snoopy but she chose not to dwell on that idea.

This particular day as she was lost in the web with her hand on his fur, Snoopy suddenly sat up. The movement snapped Claudia out of space, like a diver being suddenly yanked back to the surface. She had been looking through the accounting records of a chinese law firm, collecting data for a paid commission as she felt him sit up under her palm. She blinked a few times bringing herself back to the present as Snoop hopped off her lap and headed towards the door. She opened the door a crack, taking a moment to set back the various blots so it wouldn't automatically lock behind her.

Once Snoopy had the chance he slipped through the opening, heading out as if he was a marine scouter. Claudia cautiously poked her head out to inspect the situation. As she surveyed the open warehouse she noticed a man in a long gray coat with his back to her.

It was him.

He was here!

And it's him! She couldn't contain herself has she barreled down the metal steps, rocketing towards him.

He was here!

He was back!

Digger turned just as she collided with him. Wrapping her arms around him she could feel the low voltage release of energy that escaped from her into him. She was just that happy. It felt like a dream, she couldn't wait to feel the security of his large arms protectively wrapping around her frame, returning the loving embrace.

But that didn't happen.

Instead he felt stiff as he paced a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back. Claudia was confused, and tried to look up at his face. She saw he was avoiding her eyes and followed his gaze to the right. That's when she noticed the others.

There were four of them, two men, a woman and a… thing? She wasn't sure how to refer to the creature lounging in the cadillac. She stood stiff, still very aware of Digger's hand on her shoulder. It had been a long since since she'd talked to anyone besides him.

The woman burst forward, holding out her hand as her pigtails bounced, "Harley Quinn, Nice to meet 'cha," she exclaimed. Claudia was filled with nerves but feeling a small squeeze to her shoulder from Digger she hesitantly reached out and took Harley's hand. There was a loud 'ZAP' as Harley quickly let go with a sware. She reached forward taking Claudia's hand, holding it palm out for inspection.

"How'd You do that?" Harley questioned, studying Claudia's small hand, looking for a buzzer similar to her Puddin's.

"I, uh," Claudia stammered as she looked to Digger.

He maintained eye contact with the others, and away from her as he explained, "Hence the name Sparky," He coughed slightly, still avoiding Claudia's gaze, "She's like Diablo." The rest of the group seemed to accept this answer, each suddenly becoming less eager to shake her hand.

Flag then stepped forward and made an official explanation, "We need somewhere to camp," he began, giving Claudia only the information she needed about why they were there, which was barely any.

When he finally officially asked for permission, Claudia looked to Digger, who gave her a slight nod and she mumbled, "Ok, I guess, I don't care."

With that, each of the group set out to make camp. They undid their bed rolls on top of aged pallets rather than the hard earth, making themselves comfortable for the night.

As everyone was distracted, Claudia tugged a digger's sleeve. He finally looked down to her as she said quietly, "I saved your motorcycle."

It had been years since he thought about the bike, "Really?" he asked her as he rose one eyebrow.

Claudia took a step back, towards the hut as she pulled on his arm, "Yeah."

Quietly he followed her. His eyes locked with hers as she walked backwards through the opening to the hut, leading him by his arm and never breaking eye contact. Part of him hoped the others didn't notice, but a bigger part of him didn't care.

Claudia looked away towards the motorcycle before Digger grabbed at her small frame. He spun her around and pinned her to the counter with his hips. He cupped her jaw with his as he dove in for a bruising kiss. Claudia returned his affections, tugging on the lapels of his jacket, she pulled herself up so she sat the counter. He leaned back for a breath as she pushed his jacket and coat down his arms.

"I missed yeh," he commented, running his hands up her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I know," she remarked, grinning as she pulled him back into a another deep kiss. His hands soon spread across her bottom, pulling her hips forward to grind against his. Digger groaned at the feeling of the smalls shocks between their tongues as they wrestled.

At first, Harley was the only one who had noticed with the pair had slipped away. A few moments later when the rhythmic thumping started from the other side of the plywood wall, Floyd looked up from cleaning his gun. He looked to Harley who was in the car reading. She wiggled her eyebrows, obviously entertained by the notion of why Boomer might've actually suggested they come to the warehouse. Deadshot chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he returned his attention to his riffle.

It wasn't long before Digger returned, wandering back to the group without his jackets. He scratched at his head as he looked at Floyd, Harley and Croc. The three of them all wore matching, knowing grins.

"That was fast," Harley commented trying to fight back her giggles.

"Have fun?" Deadshot added. Croc said nothing as he gave the aussie a thumbs up.

"Fuck off," Boomer grumbled at the trio as Claudia walked up behind him, his blue captain's jacket around her shoulders.

"I thought you already did," Harley comment as they all dissolved into a fit of laughter. Digger sighed annoyed with his antics, as Claudia blushed realizing what they were teasing him about.

Once everyone had calmed down he asked, "Where's Flag?" noticing his bed roll was empty.

"He went to look around," Floyd commented as he wiped a tear from his eye, "I think he went up stairs," he added gesturing towards the room.

"What?" Claudia asked before whipping around to hurry back to her room. Digger followed, taking two steps at a time trying to catch up with her.

Wrenching open the unlocked door, Claudia was greeted with the view of Flag leaning over her computers, studying the blinking monitors.

As Boomer stood behind her, Flag turned around holding up a piece of paper from an old dot matrix printer, "How did you get this?"

"Is that me mugshot?" Digger asked stepping forward to look closer at the sheet.

"I didn't have a picture of you," Claudia began to explain, grabbing at his elbow.

"It's not just your picture, it's your entire federal record," Flag stated, interrupting her, "It is a confidential government file that should only be accessible by those with high level clearance," he elaborated noticing that Digger didn't quite follow what was so important.

"So I ask you again, how did you get this?" Flag directed to Claudia.

Claudia bit her lip and shuffled so she stood closer behind Digger. "I got it myself," she began quietly, "I can go into computers, no matter where they are."

Boomer could see the wheels in the soldier's head as his jaw tensed.

"You're going to help us," Flag finally stated.

"No she isn't, she got nuthin' to do with this shit, you got no leverage over her," Boomer shot back gesturing towards Flag and himself.

"Yes she is," Flag commanded before looking at Claudia, "You're going to help us or I will insure that Boomer here spends the rest of his life in solitary."

Digger clenched his fist at the other man's words, "Yeh been spendin' too much time with Waller."

Claudia paused for a moment before quietly saying, "Ok, I'll help."

"Good," Flag said with a satisfied smirk as he walked past the pair towards the door adding, "I'll brief you in the morning, make sure you get a good night's rest," before he left.

This was going to be the last but it got so long i decided to split it in two! Enjoy!

I mostly listened to Musk Ox's part 4 Above the Clouds while writing this.