When Felicity called him at home, he looked at the phone with a little bit of curiosity. She didn't normally call him when he was off unless it was absolutely important, "Hello Felicity?" He asked as he picked up the phone.

"Hey, is Laurel there with you?" She asked him as he heard manic clicking in the background.

He went and found Laurel who scrunched her eyebrows together. He shrugged his shoulders and tossed his hands up in the air. He put the phone on speaker before he spoke. "Okay, now I've got her, what do you need?" He asked.

"You know that event last week that you guys were at?" Felicity asked him absentmindedly as she clicked.

Laurel nodded to him. "Yeah, that was a great event, a little boring, but why are you calling about it? That's practically old news by now right?" She asked into the phone.

Felicity laughed nervously into the speaker. "Yeah, well it would be if someone hadn't just thrown you both into the fire," She told them. "You guys were caught in a bedroom apparently and it sort of looks like Laurel, well, it looks like she's having the time of her life," Felicity said diplomatically. "I just thought you should know," She told them, "But I have to get back to work." She said as she hung up o them.

Laurel fell back into the chair and look out into space, "This is the worst day of my life," She told him as the blood rushed out of her face.

Oliver laughed a little, "Come on, it's a little funny."

"Look, Oliver, I know you can be mr. Fun, but I have a job that depends on my propriety." She told him. "And this is gonna be in the papers for weeks," She told him as she realized that she was now the tramp on the tabloid covers.

Oliver took her hands in his and crouched in front of the chair. "Look, first of all, if I'm mr. fun, you're mrs. fun, right there with me. And we have two options, we can use it. or we can let it pass with no comment." He told her as he nodded.

"Can't we just get this taken down? I mean that was a clear violation of privacy." She said as she fumed. She couldn't believe someone had photographed them like that. So what, they had a moment of passion? They were a couple.

Oliver shook his head and chuckled. "If we go after it, that's just pouring gasoline on the fire, more people will want to see it. And as much as it sucks that it's out there, at least it doesn't have a big audience yet." He told her.

"So that picture is going to exist forever in the world and there's nothing I can do about it?" She asked him as she smiled a little bit sadly. She didn't want that to be the thing that happened.

He shook his head. "Is there something you're working on right now?" He asked.

"Well, I'm probably gonna get fired because of this. I mean it's not like I can defend myself," She said as she looked at the pictures on his cell phone. "Those are definitely me." She told him.

He looked at the pictures a little more carefully. "Wait," he told her and grinned. "Oh boy, you know, we might be in the fire but I think we can get through it." He told her as his smile got wider.

She looked at the pictures and scrunched her eyebrows once again. "I don't get it," She told him.

"That's in our private room." He told her. "The one that we kept locked when we weren't directly going through the door." He told her.

She looked at the pictures. "You mean…?" She asked.

"Someone totally bugged our room for these. And they released them without our consent." He told her as he went and got her cell phone. "You should find out if this guy has a name or we can just sue the tabloid and they'll take 'em down."

Laurel kissed his cheek. "You know I think you're even more experienced in this part of the law then I am," She told him as she chuckled. Pre island Oliver had given them a lot of grief, but in this specific instance, she was so glad that was a part of Oliver that he had. They needed it.

He shook his head. "You know you could probably to be the lieutenant general with this in your back pocket," He told her.

"You think?" She asked as she typed manically on her laptop.

He nodded. He kissed her hair and smiled. "I'm gonna go make you some coffee, because something tells me you're gonna need it." He told her.

"That would be great," She told him, offhandedly. Her focus was already laser sharp. He wouldn't have been surprised if she hadn't heard him leave the room.

He brought the coffee back and she took it off the tray greedily and already started sipping. She was serious about the whole ordeal. "I can't believe the great district attorney Laurel Lance was gonna allow herself to be fired because some creep took a picture of her and gave it to the tabloids," He joked.

She narrowed her eyes and looked over the rim of the coffee cup, "I had a moment of weakness," She told him with a smile. "It certainly won't happen again. I just don't understand why they waited so long to release them," She told him.

"Remember if they start giving you grief, that you have the entire Queen team of lawyers at your disposal." He told her as he lounged into the chair.

She got out of her chair and went and sat in his lap and shook her head as she locked her arms around his neck. "These people won't know what hit 'em between my ability to manipulate the law, your extensive knowledge of this part of it, and your fancy team of lawyers," She told him and gave him a kiss.

"Is that you're way of saying Thank you?" He asked.

She shook her head. "Oh, no, I'll do that much later. And I think we can do even better than the picture." She smiled, devilishly.

"So we're getting through the fire?" He asked and raised his eyebrows.

She nodded to him. "We're going straight up frozone on this."