a/n: Sorry gang, I decided to go back to school, which is just wow, cool. Taking an online class and with two jobs it's hectic. I've been working on this for a while and finally got it to where I like it. Didn't get much from the last chapter as far as reviews, so I hope this is better... litlolme :D

A.C watched Lana, trailing her closely, and she was none the wiser. Chloe had predicted that she would go through the city as if she owned it and she did. She spent a ridiculous amount of money and her arms were full of bags. She did that for hours and then stopped for lunch. She rested, and then took off for another round. By the evening he could tell she was slowing down, and that maybe she'd break from her routine. He couldn't let her get away; he shook his head and sighed. He then raised his chin in resolve and thought, 'For Ollie,'

He watched as she sat down at an outdoor café for a coffee and a pastry. She was closer to the pier. He shook his head, looked around and found a small tourist shop on the corner. He went, bought a pair of shades and a map and went back toward the café. He saw her still sitting there he put the shades on, unfolded the map, and walked over to her table.

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Lana's feet hurt, but it was worth it. She had had a blast spending a ridiculous amount of money. She wanted a spa treatment, but thought it might be best to head back to the island. She sipped her coffee and stared at the activity at the pier and never saw the man approaching. He was walking and looking at a map and tripped over her chair and fell at her feet.

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The climate in the room was different after Superman left. Oliver had switched from Scotch to just soda water after he started feeling the effects of the liquor.

"Well that was interesting." Morgan spoke looking at Rossi implying the question he was dying to ask.

"Later kid." He spoke knowing Derek wanted the story of his encounter with Superman. "Oliver." He spoke turning back to the billionaire. "How is it that a billionaire, with the world at his feet, orchestrates some very intricate attacks on those facilities? A team has been mentioned." he spoke pulling out a note pad. Oliver just looked at the agent like a deer in the head lights.

Cyborg pulled out a small computer from the pocket of his hoodie. He moved to the coffee table, and set the machine down. He then knelt at the table. He put in a wireless USB router then he pulled a cable from a drawer on the coffee table and jacked in. He hit a few keys and the computer was linked to the television. He then focused on the screen on the table and began typing in code. Rossi and Morgan were amazed at how fast the code was being entered.

"What I'm pulling up is the exact events at the Ridge facility." Victor spoke. He then turned to agent Morgan. "There is code on code on code that can only be broken by 2 people. One is me and the other isn't. If you think your tech can hack this computer I would think again." He spoke plainly.

"You know our tech? How do you know our tech?" Morgan asked.

"She's known in a lot of circles, whether she knows it or not. She's good, really good actually, but I'm part computer, and she's not me." He spoke and turned back to the computer screen as the agents watched the big screen. "And Oliver may be a billionaire, but he's not one of those that just sits back and plays with his money, he's no prima-donna. He will get his hands dirty, for the good of people. He has an analytical mind and is a good strategist." He spoke looking at Oliver while he typed.

"The young man who helped secure Detective Sanchez?" Rossi asked.

"Bart." Morgan asked smirking.

"Impulse." Oliver spoke smirking, his body more relaxed since Victor fielded the question. "Yes, I do have a team." He paused. "And for a long time, I was anonymous, weaving in and out of things in a disguise. But, the more we destroyed the more Lex built. He also got more determined to discover who was behind the raids." Oliver reclined his recliner and sighed. "His hate for me personally only got worse when I took over his company. It was hemorrhaging like the Titanic and I had the means to take over, and it left him penniless, at least from Company funds. Then it just seemed like he evaporated." He shook his head staring at the ceiling trying to reason why Lex had disappeared.

"The evidence we have here is pretty damning," Rossi spoke.

"For both Lex and me." Oliver spoke lifting his head to look at Rossi. "If that was to be published, it could cost me everything."

"Not necessarily." A voice spoke from the patio. Archangel entered wings tucked behind him tightly. Oliver was stunned.

"There may be a way to get around that…if you guys are open to it." He spoke flatly.

"What?" the whole room asked.

"I have computer files and some hard copies of documents from one of my associates on the East Coast of a facility that was performing medical experimentation similar to what was done to Oliver." He paused. "They are still working to break through the code." He continued. "But…."

"No offense, but how," Rossi asked.

"Better yet why wasn't it given to the police?" Morgan asked

"Because the code has been difficult to crack and the evidence is circumstantial. There have been some of the best minds in the world trying to unlock it."

"What facility?" Oliver asked.

"It was pulled from a psychiatric facility that had been decommissioned. My team had been called in to make sure that none of the patients had been mutants to protect their privacy."

"The X-men did this?" Morgan asked. "Why didn't you report it?" Morgan asked again more insistently.

Warren moved further into the room. "Not that team, my other team." He spoke and hit a button on his communicator. "I do have another job." His image faltered and he stood before them dressed in jeans, sweat shirt, and was normal in skin color.

"Warren Worthington, III" Rossi spoke. Warren moved to sit on the edge of the couch next to Pepper. She smirked and tapped his leg with her elbow.

"Close your mouths gentleman." Tony laughed. "You always had to be so dramatic." He teased the new guest.

"Awee." He teased back "Jealous?"

"Hardly,"

"Warren," Oliver spoke.

"Ollie, you're my friend." He turned to the agents. "I own a very successful security firm, among a few others. I, like my friends here avoided working with Lex. Before Oliver disappeared, nearly a year before, there was rumblings that Lex was back to his old tricks. We all had a vested interest in seeing him behind bars, but he was in the wind. We had a few unconfirmed sightings and then nothing. The trail was cold again."

"And then Oliver disappeared." Tony spoke. "And we never correlated it." He spoke shaking his head.

"How close are you to unlocking the other evidence?"

"Very, we have discovered the keys; it's just very complicated,"

The room was silent as the Agent's digested the news.

"I." Rossi spoke to see Oliver's head back and his eyes closed. Warren shook his head.

"Rough day." He whispered.

"Oliver?" George asked. He snapped awake.

"Sorry." He spoke yawning.

"Don't apologize," Warren spoke. "Go to bed buddy. The feds' can finish this later." Oliver nodded. Warren and George moved to help Oliver into his wheel chair and then George wheeled him to his bedroom.

Morgan just looked at him like he sprouted a second head. "You're Archangel?"

"Boggles the mind doesn't it?" He teased. "I'm not really the story here. I told you I owe Oliver a lot and I intend to follow through with it." He paused and took Pepper's hand in his then winked at her. "I do have one favor to ask," he spoke.

"Yeah?" Rossi asked.

"Freeze the evidence. Stall it, jack it, temporarily misplace it." He spoke seriously.

"What?" Morgan asked.

"You three have just been invited into a very exclusive club. I don't want to suppress it, or alter it, but I want time to allow those involved to protect themselves."

"And if we find better evidence without using that." Tony chimed in, "It would be all the better for us all."

Rossi and Morgan exchanged glances. "We'll see what we can do." He replied.

"Thanks." He smiled. His communicator chimed. He grimaced.

"Well I have to go." He turned to Pepper. "Care to walk me to the door?" she blushed and stood pulling him along behind her.

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"Oh my goodness, are you alright" Lana asked the blond man who fell at her feet.

"So sorry love." He spoke with a British accent.

"No, no, my bags were in your way." She smiled. He was hawt.

"Help me up?" he asked. Lana blushed and helped him to stand and gasped when she saw how tall he was. "You alright? You look a little flushed?"

"I….." she rested her hand against her chest. "Fine, would you care to join me?" she pointed to her table.

"Ohh I wouldn't want to impose."

"Who's imposing? Think of it as I'm sorry for taking you down." She smiled.

"Well, then I accept." He spoke. "My name is Adam, Adam Curr," he smiled taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles.

"Clara Knall."

"A pleasure to meet you." He smirked as they both sat down.

A waiter came immediately and took his order. "Are you sure you are alright, you are very flushed." He spoke taking her hand in his and gently running his hand across it.

Lana was struck; this hot guy was hitting on her. "I….it's been a long times since I've been paid attention too." She whispered.

"Now that is a shame," he purred. "Someone as beautiful as you should have guys falling all over her."

"I lead a pretty lonely life."

"Well not now." He spoke moving his hand up her arm. "I am new to the island, show me what you like and not be lonely." Lana blushed even deeper.

"I don't know. I've been out all day and was thinking about going back home."

"Well that's alright I guess, but there was this restaurant, 5 star I think, that I wanted to try," he smirked. Lana sighed, he had money.

"Well, I really wanted to do a spa treatment." She pouted. He turned to her and scooted his chair closer then kissed her sun kissed shoulder gently.

"How about this," he paused and looked her in the eyes. "You get your spa, get all dolled up, and then meet me back here." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"Really?"

"Really." He purred. "I promise that you will have a night you won't ever forget." He kissed her shoulder again.

"Okay." She spoke giggling. His drink arrived and they chatted, then she went to the boat to dump off her bags and made a spa reservation on the way. She was so excited to have a 5 star dinner with a rich Brit. She sighed to herself, 'I still got it,' she thought as she made her way to the spa.

She was on cloud nine all the way to the spa. She entered the elite spa with a bounce to her step not a care in the world. There wasn't anyone at the front desk, so she rang the bell and waited for someone to come to the desk. A woman entered the room from a side door and Lana inwardly gasped.

Lana could only stare in wonder at the woman behind the desk. She had long hair, which was a multitude of colors, red, blonde, and some purple. Her eyes were a turquoise blue. She had soft makeup with dramatically red lips. Lana couldn't get past the diamond nose ring and chain going to her ear.

"Going to stare all afternoon?" she asked. She was an Aussie. Lana just shook her head, the girl was wearing couture but she looked like a reject from Buffy the Vampire slayer.
"Lady" she asked again,

"Sorry," Lana snapped back into herself. "I have an appointment."

"And you are?" she asked annoyed.

"Clara Knall"

The woman behind the counter went to her screen and typed in the name. "Right, here you are." she drawled slowly. "It seems you've requested the deluxe package."

"I did is there a problem?" Lana asked not used to be stonewalled.

"No," she spoke and looked the customer in the eyes. "Not at all just verifying," she smiled. "Come on let me show you to the dressing rooms, to start your very special afternoon,"

"Thanks." Lana spoke happy about her finally getting her way. The lady led her down a hall. Lana was stunned to see the desk clerk was wearing serious heels that were at least

$1200 retail. She just shook her head.

"Here you go, Lana." she spoke. Lana had been so lost in the cost of the outfit she shook her head when she heard a name she hadn't been called in ages.

"Sorry?"

"Are you alright, miss?" she asked at the door to the ladies room. "I said my name is Lana, I will be your hostess for the afternoon."

"Uhh yeah, sorry, just lost in thought. Maybe my blood sugar is low."

"Well there is a fresh pitcher of orange juice for you in this room. Store your purse, take your time, and knock when you're ready." Lana nodded and entered the room and shut and locked the door.

The clerk slowly made her way to the front of the store and flipped the sign to close and locked the door. She went back to the desk and began to down load some files. She then pulled her phone out of her purse and sent a text message. "Fish has taken the bait. About to set the hook," and hit send.

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Lana tucked her effects into a large locker, slipped out of her clothes, and into one of the robes of the salon. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and sipped it as she slipped into flip flops that were also provided and then went to the door and knocked.

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"Helloooooo," Lana spoke poking her head out of the dressing room and looking around. "Helloooo, anyone here?"

"Ohhh sorry love, I was in the ladies," the Goth girl spoke coming down the hall. "I see you're all comfy, is there anything you want to start with first?" she asked sweetly.

"Ohh the massage would be great!" she sighed.

"You been working hard princess?" the girl asked as she led her to the massage room.

"It takes work to look this good." she teased.

"I'm sure." she replied to her with slight disdain. "Go ahead and lay down on the table, your masseur will be with you shortly." she smiled. Lana nodded and did as she was asked.

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The masseur was tall, dark, and just yummy. Lana drooled. "I am Pablo." he spoke. "Please Bella, please lay on your stomach, so I can relieve your stress." he purred. Lana nodded, captivated by him.

"So," he spoke as he rubbed oil in his hands. "Where are you from Bella?" he purred and began to massage her shoulders.

"I'm from here." she replied.

"From this village?" he asked.

"Oh noo,"she groaned. "I'm from the North." she spoke.

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Two people in a back room listened to the conversation. "Are you sure he can get her to relax?" the woman asked.

"Liscious, he came highly recommended by Charles. He's a top notch psychic/telepath. He and his wife are leaving the island in a few weeks so he can go and train at the school."

"Remind me to send them a gift basket of goodies." she grinned.

"I'm sure they won't mind." A.C smiled and continued to listen to the conversation.

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Lana was in heaven. She was a pile of goo being worked on by the best masseur ever. She was relaxed and she was chatting, something she hadn't done in a long time.

"Well, Bella our time is up." he purred.

"Nooo," she whined.

"Sorry pet, but I have to go. Onto the mani and pedi then if you wish the steam room?" he purred.

Lana sat up, purposely flashing the man. "Well." she smirked. "You were so worth it and I will leave a great big fat tip for you at the desk." she added pulling the robe on.

"Thanks." he smirked and left. He walked down the hall and into the secret room.

"Well?" he spoke to A.C.

"Perfect." she replied.

"I need to go and call my wife, maybe take her out to dinner tonight." he smiled.

"We owe you huge dude."

"No problem man, give Oliver my best." he smiled. "He helped my wife out a couple of years ago. I owe him a lot." he smiled and left the room.

A.C hooked up the surveillance cam to his lap top. He hit a button to engage the comm. "Ok sunshine, you're on. And this will be recorded for posterity," he smirked.

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Lana entered the salon for her manicure and pedicure. "Have a seat, eh." the Goth girl spoke to her.

"Oh you're doing my hands and feet?" Lana asked rudely.

"Yeah, problem?" she asked

"No, just don't want to look like…" she looked her over.

"Eh, I have standards." she frowned. "I'm the top girl here." she spoke wheeling a large palate of nail polishes over to her customer.

"Ohhh I love pink." Lana squealed as she found the pinkiest pink in the stand.

"Wonderful." the girl spoke. "Now let's get your hands and feet soaking." The girl wheeled a cart with the small basins to Lana. "Just put your fingers in these, rest your fingertips in the groves at the bottom. Lana did and she sighed. Her fingertips began to tingle. "Now we'll put your feet in this one." she spoke sliding an elegant basin and helped Lana place her feet in the warm water.

"Oh feels good." she purred. The girl moved to a small cabinet and pulled out a warm face towel.

"And this is for your face, put it on, recline, relax" she smiled. Lana did as she was directed and sighed. The girl only rolled her eyes and grabbed a special pad from the same cabinet and moved to slid it under the hand basins. She worked quickly to take fingerprints. Once the task was completed she shoved the prints in the cabinet and then sighed.

"So, miss, it seems like you come here a lot?"

"Well, I love feeling pretty, looking pretty." she purred. "And I keep me happy."

"Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Not anymore." she spoke and her voice sounded sad.

"Did you break his heart or did he break yours."

"Oh, it was so stupid, I…."

"Ahh, he broke your heart."

"Yeah but I rebounded and found myself a sugar daddy."

"Sorry what is that?"

"Rich man who spoils me rotten."

"Interesting."

"Yeah, I just have to run errands from him time to time."

"Do you get to travel?"

"Oh yeah, all over."

"Even to America?"

"Yeah." she sounded. "But that's so plebian." she paused. "The action in the US is so ordinary."

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't there all those folks that have special talents, have you seen Superman?" she asked.

Lana coughed. "Uh, no." she spoke and then relaxed. "He's not real. No man can fly; no man can be the savior to the world."

"Such an ironic statement from the one person that could never earn his trust." the room went absolutely quiet. The cloth got removed from her face. "Hello Lana," Chloe spoke.

Lana was wide eyed.

"Who?" she asked. Chloe smirked and took off the wig.

"Remember me?" she asked sweetly.

"But how?" she smiled. "Chloe I missed you so much!" she squeaked tried to get up. Chloe moved quickly, rushed the chair and pushed her forearm under Lana's throat.

"Don't. We stopped being friend's years ago. The moment you started taking money from Lex, you became as dirty as him."

"Chloe."

"Did you honestly believe you wouldn't be found? Tsk, tsk, you never were very smart."

The look on Lana's face changed. "Now that wasn't very nice. You who always thought you were better than everyone else, one who was always with him." She glowered.

"And you who is so pathetic had to use his name with yours for your alias. The only way you would ever tie yourself to him." Lana shrieked and lunged pushing Chloe back spilling water everywhere and it was on like Donkey Kong.

A.C sat agape at the screen, the two were pummeling each other and falling all over the place from the water from the hand and foot soaks. A. C was torn, intervene or just keep watching. Chloe wanted this, wanted to get Lana. Lana lifted something over her head to strike Chloe who was on her back. A.C stood then saw Chloe execute a sweet leg sweep and then a right hook that knocked Lana out. A.C ran out of the room he was in and into the parlor. Chloe was on hands and knees and out of breath.

"You okay?" he asked as he went to Lana and secured her hands. Then tied a knot in her robe. Chloe nodded grabbing her ribs.

"You did good sunshine." he smiled. "Oliver would be proud that you used all that training."

"Yeah, I think I'll leave the full contact stuff to you guys." she spoke grimacing. "Call Bart, have him turn her over to the locals…"

"Drunk?"

"Yeah, let them handle her…I'll send an anonymous tip to the fed and Chicago PD, then we can get out of here."

"Bart and I can clean this up." he spoke and went and gave her and hand and helped her up.

"Thanks." she sighed rubbing her ribs again. She turned and left the room limping. A.C pulled out his phone.

"Yeah, our package is ready to be delivered to the local's." he listened. "Yeah it's on disk…..she's sore but she did him proud. As soon as you get the package delivered, you can come and get her back home….bye." he spoken. He put his phone away then pulled a small bottle of alcohol from his pocket and knelt by the unconscious woman. He pulled the cap off and poured it on her robe and some in her hair. "It's a shame you just couldn't hold your liquor." he shook his head and then stood up.

"Whooaaaah," Bart spoke entering the room.

"You can see the feed later."

"Yeah," he nodded and scooped Lana up. "Time to wake up." he spoke standing with her. A.C put smelling salts under her nose. Lana groaned. "Good." Bart spoke and they disappeared. A.C sighed, relieved that he didn't have to go out on a date with her, now he just needed to go and soak his lips, the taste of her was burning his mouth and his mind.