A/N: There will be a see me update today also. Epic? I wrote my self into a wicked corner and have been trying to get out of it, ugh...so frustrating. It will come, still working on it. Thanks to all who are following me and have faved me as an author. It means alot. Hugs and enjoy.

It was late Saturday night when Chloe entered Oliver's home. She had a bandage around her ribs, her wrist wrapped, and she had been holding an ice pack to her face since Bart picked her up trying to keep the bruising and swelling down. Her face hurt a lot. The living room was dark quiet. She regretted not being back for his return to Q.I, even more than that she regretted missing his meeting with the agents and the talk over 33.1. The only thing that made it remotely better was Lana, in custody, it was getting leaked very soon. The thought of that wench in prison orange brought a smile to her face.

Chloe limped gingerly, her legs muscles sore form her hand to hand combat. She went down the hall and couldn't resist the temptation of checking in on Oliver. She set her bag down at his door and opened it to peak in. There was a lamp on but the bed was empty. She stepped into the room and looked around. She saw the light on in the bathroom and limped gingerly to the partly open door. She nudged it open with her hand and saw him sitting on the edge of the bathtub, testing the water as it filled.

"A.C called." He spoke to her. He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled at the stunned expression on her face. "Close your mouth sidekick." He grinned.

"How did you?" she asked at his position on the edge of the tub his wheelchair near by.

"Hurt like hell, but I'm getting stronger." He smiled. "Now get that sweet ass of yours over here." He turned off the water. She limped over to him stunned. "I learned that after a hard combat, Epsom salt soaks are great for muscles." Chloe sat next to him on the ledge of the tub. He studied her face, frowning at the marks, the bruises but not wanting to pass judgment a piece of jewelry she didn't have before caught his attention. "Nice nose stud," he grinned.

"No dexterity to take it out." She shrugged sheepishly.

"It's kinda hot." He grinned. He leaned and kissed her lips softly. "Enjoy your bath, you earned it." He kissed her forehead, then she watched as he got himself into his wheelchair, grunting in pain, muscles that had gotten weak, straining. Her eyes filled with tears. He winked at her then managed to awkwardly get himself out of the bathroom and to the bed room. Chloe sighed, tears sliding down her cheeks. She had only been gone a two days, and he was so much better, it warmed her heart. She stood and carefully undressed and then slinked into the tub and sighed, aching muscles rejoicing in relaxation, a million questions for Oliver. She could only imagine what the morning with the agents would bring.

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Bart had gone home to change then made it back to Star Labs. He thought himself an idiot for wanting to see the Detective again, but what man hadn't done stupid things in the pursuit of a woman. He shook his head, the advice that Bruce had given him before was rolling in his head. He was eating a giant chocolate covered funnel cake as he made his way towards Mia's room, the door was open and the light was on. He peaked his head into the door and saw her sitting up in bed, reading from a file. She saw him and a smile and faint blush lit up her face.

"Why are you still up?" he asked about to enter then stopped. "May I?" he asked.

"Research, and yes please." She spoke shyly. He entered and sat at the chair at the foot of her bed.

"Look,""I'm sorry." They spoke at the same time.

Bart just laughed. "Ladies first." He spoke as he continued to eat.

"After you left, I felt awful." She spoke softly. "I needed to say Thank you for saving my behind instead, I was rude and I'm sorry."

"And maybe I over reacted just a bit. You don't know me; I'm only a subject to you." He spoke plainly. "All of my friends tease me, but don't treat me like a kid, I was just blindsided." He paused. "How's the noggin' doing?" he spoke changing the subject.

"You do have a short attention span," she teased. He just blushed. "I still have a head ache, but it's getting better. I have another scan scheduled here, to see if the fracture is really as bad as thought. Bernie doesn't seem to think so."

"Cool, he's really super smart about that kind of stuff." He spoke finishing his funnel cake.

"Bart." She spoke looking at the file. "This is a summary of the preliminary conversation that Agent Rossi and Morgan had with…..Cyborg and Archangel." Bart sat back in the chair not sure where she was taking the conversation.

"Look," he spoke softly. "I do what I do for Oliver because he saved me." He looked to the ceiling. "Seeing innocent people being treated like lab rats just because they were different is the worst."

"But I'm a cop, and see that as vigilantism," she frowned. "Or at least I want to. Logically I know, but some of those files." She shook her head.

"Pretty sick huh," he moved to sit at the end of her bed. "Look, we never hurt anyone; we found safe places for all of the victims,"

"There's enough evidence based on all those files to put a warrant out for Lex. He would go away for a very long time."

"But?"

"Your team, your friends would be exposed," she frowned.

"And that matters to you?" he asked confused.

"There was a war going on out there that we, Rossi, Morgan, and I had no idea. You all have been on the front lines. If this gets out it could cost…"

"Oliver everything." Bart filled in. She nodded.

"Irreperable damage." She frowned.

"A secret that you can't un know." He spoke. "But I would do it again," he shrugged.

"I have so many questions." She spoke and yawned.

"Tomorrow." He spoke.

"What?"

"Maybe you can get permission to leave here to go to Ollie's with me tomorrow, ask your questions, and build a case against Lex. I want justice for my friend, the I's dotted and T's crossed way. He stood tall, and in that moment she didn't see him as a kid, not at all.

"Ohh," she forgot she had had something delivered for him. She pulled out a small wrapped present and handed it to him. "I know your birthday is coming up. I wasn't sure if I would get to see you again….Happy 21rsr." She grinned and handed to him. Bart took the small box in hand and looked at it and her strangely. "It won't bite." She grinned.

He tore open the paper and opened the box with great care. It was a lightning bolt on a chain. He smirked as he examined the charm. He flipped it over and it had fastest man engraved on it. He looked at her stunned. "I'm sorry for insulting you, really." She spoke. He sped to her side and kissed her cheek then zipped away. She was stunned and put her hand on her cheek where his lips were and let out a deep breath.

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Chloe laid on her back, head against Oliver's chest, listening to how he conquered the fear of being in his office. His secretary was in tears, as was most of the staff, glad of his return. George had to only intervene once when he had a panic attack in the limo on the way to the office. The staff had decorated the office with balloons and streamer and had even gotten him a cake. They all had stories to tell him and questions to ask. Most said that his friends were running the ship like he would and were grateful for the continuity. Oliver spoke about the huge debt he owed his friends.

"And the meeting with Rossi and Morgan?" she asked. He sighed and told the tale of what was shared and how Victor and Warren outted themselves. He also spoke of evidence that could potentially put Lex away without publicly revealing the JL.

"Rossi and Morgan are now honorary members of the club." He spoke. "I think they would be huge assets to the team." He spoke. "Per diem anyway."

"That's a way to use the fact that they're in the club." she shrugged.

"And you? A.C sent over the video while Bart brought you back." He spoke his voice full of pride. "You gave her a run for her money." He grinned kissing the top of her head.

"It was like I was in High School again and there she was all prissy looking down her nose at me and I just snapped. I had years of repressed anger apparently."

"I'm proud of you Chloe." He spoke. "You are such a fighter." He yawned. "You have fought for me every step of the way, emotionally and physically."

"And I always will green bean" he yawned again. "Sleep Ollie, tomorrow is a new day."

"The feds want to finish the 33.1 talk." He yawned again, bigger.

"Cross that bridge then." She kissed his chin. "Good night Ollie,"

"Good night side kick." He spoke and fell asleep.

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Lex for sure was getting paranoid. He and 13 had been holed up in the most common of common hotels, a motel 6. Lex was slumming it, but he needed to be discreet. He sat in front of the TV watching the news. His anger was starting to boil when he saw the video feed of Oliver's limo pulling up to Queen Industries and it was on every channel and news media outlet. The plan had been so perfect and now it felt like a house of cards, crumbling around him. They needed to leave, to run, to hide, but he knew he was being watched. Just which of Oliver's minions was doing it, he had no way to know. He flopped on the bed wracking his brain for a plan, his time was running out and if he didn't act soon, he was sure he was going to get caught.

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Chloe and Oliver got up late, it was Sunday, and both were exhausted. Chloe was more painful than anything. They slowly made their way to the kitchen. The smell of coffee permeated the air. They entered to see Pepper and George standing at the stove cooking.

"Good morning," Pepper spoke not looking up at Chloe. "Coff…..good god what the hell happened to you?" she spoke as she stared at Chloe as she went to the coffee pot to pour her a cup.

"Hi to you to." She spoke sheepishly.

"So were you successful?" George asked.

"Well," Chloe grinned and handed the other poured cup to Oliver. She didn't get to continue as the two agents entered. The looks on their faces were priceless as they sized up the damage to her.

"What the hell happened to you?" Morgan asked.

"And good morning to you too." Chloe snarked. She and Oliver made their way to the table.

"Ok gang." George spoke. "Bacon and eggs this morning." He spoke trying to deflect the tension. "I have to leave at 11. My wife is flying in."

"Sweet." Chloe spoke.

"If you want you guys can have my suite over at the Historia." Oliver spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I couldn't." George protested.

"You can, I owe you and your wife a lot," he smirked.

"That's very generous Oliver."

"No seriously." Morgan asked still staring at Chloe. "What the hell happened to you." He spoke taking the loaded plate that Pepper had prepared for Oliver and taking it to him. "You said you had meetings? With who Mike Tyson?"

"I…" Chloe was interrupted by his phone ringing. He shook his head and answered it.

"Morgan." He listened and shook his head. "No way…okay and the extradition?" he paused again. "Ok thanks."

"What?" Rossi asked.

"There is a confirmed report that Lana Lang was arrested in Brazil, for public intoxication. She is being held while extradition papers are being filed." He spoke looking Chloe. She looked up at him innocently. George came and set a plate in front of her.

"How convenient." Rossi spoke looking at Chloe. "Oliver are you prepared to finish the discussion we were having about 33.1?" he asked sitting down with his plate.

"Absolutely." He spoke while digging in to breakfast.

"Will you need me here?" George asked.

"I think I'll be okay." He spoke smiling at Chloe. "See your wife. I have a box at the Star City Opera house, if you want to take her out."

"I can make the arrangements if you want," Pepper spoke sitting down.

"Thanks," George spoke as he sat down.

"Where's Tony?" Chloe asked.

"He had a crisis to avert." Is all Pepper replied.

"And Warren?" Oliver asked and Pepper just scowled at him. "He said he'd stop by later." She shook her head blushing.

The room was silent and then, 'All along the watchtower.' began to play. Chloe sighed and answered her phone. "Hi…really?" She smiled. "See you in a minute. " She spoke and hung up.

"Bart is coming over with Mia." She spoke.

"Really?" Rossi asked.

"Yes, really." Bart spoke setting Mia down in the kitchen. Her face was flush and she was holding on to him to steady herself. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. He turned to the group. "Bacon and eggs, awesome." He spoke and went and fixed 2 more plates bringing one to Mia. She smiled, took it and sat down.

"How you feeling?" Morgan asked.

"Better. I had a head scan this morning. Bernie thinks after reviewing my medical record that the injury wasn't as severe." She smiled.

"Good," Rossi spoke. "How did he get your medical record?"

"Orange juice?" Chloe asked getting up and going to the fridge. Rossi just looked at her suspiciously. She just smiled as she returned to the table.

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Warren sat in the shadows across from the hotel, on his phone. He was texting back and forth to one of his associates.

"How is the code coming?" was the first text he sent then he received a phone call. It had been an hour long conversation after that. They had found the key, they were just trying to plug it in. One wrong entry and the data would delete itself.

"I know you're running out of time dude, we're working as fast as we can.

"Well we could send it to tower and vic. They are good too,"

"We can't copy it or it will erase." He spoke. "But send Kurt over to pick it up and drop it off."
he spoke. "We can watch from screen to see if they can make better progress." He sounded bummed.

"Don't feel bad man, you have a doctorate from M.I.T, you're good at what you do."

"Thanks, that's why you pay me the big bucks right?" he teased.

"Something like that." Warren laughed. "I'll have Kurt call you." He spoke.

"Thanks man." He spoke and hung up. Warren saw movement from his position and saw Lex in a disguise with a guest, and they were leaving, heading toward a parked car. He watched as the other party broke the window and opened the door for Lex. They each climbed into the car. It started and drove away. Warren shook his head and launched himself into the air, he could watch from above, out of sight. He sent an alert to the Logan and to the professor and a text to Pepper; he might not get to go to Oliver's today.

The group moved to the living room. Chloe was lying across the sofa, head resting on Oliver's lap, his hand running lazily through her hair

The three law enforcement officials were sitting across of the rest of the group. Bart was eating a Philly cheese steak and drinking a large strawberry shake.

"Ok," Morgan spoke. "I wanted to talk about the information I got from interrogating the Scarecrow. He had a lot to say." He opened up a file and flipped a page.

"So Chloe, you want to explain what Watchtower is?" he spoke flatly.