Hey guys! I am so sorry for not updating in forever, school got hectic and I got a new job. But the next chapter is here! So enjoy!

It must have been at least six o'clock in the morning, and from the living room of her apartment, Josie could hear obnoxious knocking from her door. She glared with hazy eyes at her alarm clock, which read back to her 6:13. Blinking several times to gain her bearings, she finally got the energy to slip out of her bed and exit her bedroom, but by then the guest was already in the apartment.

Her father stood at the island in her kitchen, two to-go cups of coffee and a box of donuts settled on the counter. She shuffled her way over to him, crossing her arms over her chest as her droopy eyes tried to narrow at him. Jonathan had his phone in one hand, his other was holding a stylus as he scrolled through the touch-screen. She was close to grumbling a string of mean slurs to him, but he beat her to the punch. "Honey, you need to get ready. I know for sure you're not packed completely. I got you coffee, just the way you like it, and a box of donuts because today is going to be a long day. Get showered and finish packing, our flight leaves at eight so we don't have much time to waste." Nothing more was left to be said.

With a small groan, the icy blonde swiveled back around as she made her way to her bathroom. Everything happened a few days ago. Apparently one night at Verdant, a woman named Veronica Sparks, who turned out to be Jonathan's secretary, was killed after she took Vertigo and walked into on coming traffic. Jonathan decided instead of hiring another perky twenty-something year old to do all of his business calls, meeting set ups, appointments, etc., he would instead force his own twenty-three year old daughter to take up the job. He thought it would be useful for her to learn more about the business, especially since she would be working right alongside her dad.

However, since she had no say about whether or not she would take the job, Josie was given no other choice but to cancel on her long-term subbing position since she had a full time occupation now. Which really sucked since she was looking forward to teaching for the next two months.

Her shower was quick, and her packing really only consisted of some dress pants, blazers, and a few dresses. They were going to be in Central City for about a week because Jonathan had a few business appointments and meetings that he strategically set up all in two weeks so he could get them all out of the way.

By the time she was finished, they were out the door by seven and heading to her father's private jet at the local airport. The CFO of Wayland Trades, and one of Jonathan's closest friends, Mark Yester, met the two on the runway.

He was a very trustworthy man. The kind of person who you could have just met and knew you could trust him with your whole life. He was taller than Josie's father, and a little bigger too. He had sandy blonde hair that was beginning to whiten, and his eyes were a warm chocolate brown color that seemed so inviting every time she gazed upon them. The only thing that set Mark off from people was his limp. He use to box in college-that's how Colton got into the sport-and during one fight, Mark was punch right in the left lower back. The motion resulted in nerve damage that did not heal. He had difficulty moving his left leg, but that never stopped him from continuing on with his life.

The moment Mark saw Josie trailing behind her father, his square shaped face lit up, his smile reaching from ear to ear. "What's she doing here?" He asked, while reaching out to take Josie into his arms. Mark always had such a fondness for her. He had two boys and a girl. The eldest son, Matthew, was about a year or so older than Josie, and the second, Charlie, was about three years younger than her and the daughter, Holly, was about ten years younger than Josie. Sadly, when Holly was about four, she was diagnosed with leukemia and died just a year later.

It tore Mark apart, and since after her death, he could not help but see Holly inside of Josie. The little girl just moved and acted the same way the youngest Wayland daughter did since Holly adored her so much. Mark held on to Josie, practically taking her in as his own daughter. He would do anything for Josie, and she loved him even more for that.

"She's taking up the position as my new assistant." Jonathan replied, pushing up his glasses at he reached out to shake his friend's hand after he released his daughter.

Mark quirked a blonde brow, his brown eyes zeroing in on his friend. "Assistant? Might as well say she's the janitor too." He chimed, glancing over to Josie to wink at her. "That's a little degrading for the heir to the company."

Jonathan chuckled as he placed his hands in his pant pockets. "She needs to work her way up. I started from scratch too. At least assistant is better than where I began." He remarked, and his friend only rolled his eyes in return.

Josie clapped her hands together, getting the attention of both men. "Shall we board the plane? You two have a meeting at ten o'clock with Star Labs. Don't want to be late for Dr. Wells, now do we?" She asked, clutching her tablet and some files close to her chest as the three made their way to the jet.

The plane ride seemed like forever, with Jonathan and Mark discussing what should be covered in their meetings and how their negotiating should go. Occasionally one of them would quickly glance over to Josie and tell her to jot down what they had just said so they could use it as a reminder during their meetings. She was only half-listening, while the rest of her attention would revert back to the dreams she had been having lately.

After the third time having the same recurring dream of her and Oliver trapped on an island together, fighting through the cold night with the warmth of their bodies close together, Josie came to accept the fact that she was into Oliver. Way into him. But then when she awoke she had to spend the next ten minutes convincing herself that it was not true, and when that didn't work she would just remind herself that he did not feel the same way for her.

But it was just her imagination, right? It wouldn't hurt anything if she thought about it, right? No one could stop her from just thinking about it, right? "Josie!" The blonde snapped from her little monologue as her attention directed back towards her father.

"Yes?" She asked, blinking several times. Jonathan pursed his lips at his daughter while Mark held back his laughter, his face growing redder by the second. The decided not to even follow up with their reasoning as to why they got her attention, they just went back to planning.

Finally, the jet had landed in Central City, and Josie was eager to get out and get fresh air. She always hated plane rides. Mark had a specific town car driver he liked in Central City, and it wasn't long for them to spot him at the small airport. Their luggage was delivered to them, and they were off to their hotel in the heart of the city.

It took them about twenty minutes to get there and have their luggage taken to their rooms. Immediately after that, Jonathan and Mark got into the town car once more and headed their way to Star Labs while Josie remained in the hotel. This was one meeting out of the bunch she did not have to attend.

…

She had collapsed on her bed, ready to fall back to sleep when her cell phone started ringing. She quickly glanced down at it, seeing a name pop up she had not seen in ages. Of course Josie was hesitant in answering since she has not seen nor talked to him in years. But, of course, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that she did find herself missing him occasionally.

Reaching down, she grabbed her phone and took the call. "Josie Wayland." She stated, attempting to sound so professional, but knowing her cousin Eddie Thawne, he would immediately say something about it.

"Wow, I thought I would be calling my little cousin, not some business witch from Starling City." He easily quipped and she couldn't hold back her laugh. Eddie was her childhood best friend besides Sara. Even if they only had the summers and winters to spend together, she and Eddie were the little hooligans that ran around causing ruckus in the Wayland house hold. They bothered Colton to no end; and even though Eddie was only a year younger than him, he still favored spending time with Josie than with Colton. They just had more in common. Josie had the best memories in her early years due to Eddie, but sadly, after the falling out with her mother, she also had a sort of falling out with Eddie as well. He was Corrine's sister's child, and when Josie decided to cut Corrine out of her life, Corrine decided to cut Eddie out of Josie's life.

"I'm not a business witch. Not yet at least." She began, trying to defend herself, "and I'm not your 'little cousin'." She ended with a slight whine in her tone. Eddie just chuckled in return.

"I saw you're dad was in town, and I wondered if you were too? I wanted to see if you wanted to get together. Talk about some things." He quickly got to the point, which Josie liked about him. He didn't try to make small talk or dance around a question or situation, he just got straight to the point.

"I am, but why do I feel that there is more to this than just a 'get together'?" She questioned, knowing that that was the kind of person he was. He always had a reason behind whatever he did.

"There is, but I'll get to it when we meet. How quickly can we get together?"

"Give me twenty minutes? Where do you want to meet?" She asked, sitting up on the bed, ready to get up.

"Jitters. It's a diner near the station. I'll see you then."

…

Josie had managed to fix herself up a little, before she flagged a cab down and told the driver the directions there. It was surprisingly a quick drive from her hotel there, and she was lucky that the fare was pretty cheap.

When she entered the diner, it was fairly vacant, but she couldn't miss Eddie, in all of his bright blonde hair and tall stature. He was talking with a pretty woman who was behind the bar counter. In his hands were a white folder with some papers sticking out of it.

Josie strode her way over to her cousin and the waitress, plastering a large smile on her face. She didn't even have to say or do anything to Eddie, because the woman's expression as the icy blonde approached them was enough to make him turn to face her.

"That's Josie Wayland." She could faintly hear the woman say towards Eddie, her expression pure astonishment and slightly nervousness.

"Hey Jojo!" He loudly greeted, reaching out to give his cousin a tight hug. "Been a while!" He pulled back to look her over in her nice business attire, a light pink blazer paired off with a white blouse and beige, tight work pants. "You look just like you're mother." He remarked, and she rolled her eyes.

"I don't need to hear that." She said as she too looked him over. He cut his long, shaggy hair she remembered him having, and his baby fat definitely had disappeared in his face. He also cleaned up very well, since she could not remember a single time he ever looked this nice in a dress shirt and dress pants.

"Fine, you look just like my mom." She chuckled, nodding.

"Better." She added, directing a finger his direction as she gave him a pointed look. Josie glanced between the waitress and Eddie, waiting for him to introduce the two since the woman seemed to know who Josie was already.

Eddie, however, seemed clueless, and that's when the dark colored woman smiled widely as she reached cross the counter to shake her hand. "I'm Iris. It's really a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Wayland."

"I would say Ms. Wayland is my mother, but it's actually my grandmother. You can call me Josie." She easily chatted with the woman, and she could see Iris already relaxing her tense muscles. Must be nervous. Josie never realized that she was actually famous to others.

Eddie glanced down at his watch, before his eyes trained back up to Josie then Iris. "I have to be back at the station in twenty minutes, so we should probably get seated." He stated, already making his way to closest booth. Josie followed behind him, sliding into the opposite side. Iris soon followed with coffee, and then the two cousins were alone.

It was silent between the two, Eddie trying to gather the words he needs to tell her whatever it is, and Josie waiting patiently for him to speak. If there was any bad news to be said, she would always find it easiest to hear from Eddie. He just knew how to say whatever needs to be said in the way she needs to hear it. Finally, he figured out his script. The folder before him was pushed across the table, as it reached her hands. She collected the folder, hesitantly opening it to find Colton's picture the first thing there. Next was his autopsy and a copy of his death certificate.

As she was filing through the papers, examining each one closely, Eddie began speaking. "I've been looking deeply into Colton's case. It just didn't seem to add up right to me from what the witnesses had to say. I know it was ruled a robbery turned homicide, but something in the back of my mind kept telling me it was something else. Something more." Josie's green eyes flew up to stare her cousin down. His blue ones locked gaze with her, and she only saw honesty in them. She could trust him with just one look into his eyes. She just knew she could.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her throat growing dry at just the thought about Colton's death. It was already being relieved in her head, the rain beginning to sprinkle down on her skin. She violently shivered and Eddie noticed.

He cleared his throat as he sat forward, folding his hands on the table. He made sure to maintain eye contact with her. To put as much conviction as he could while he told her the next part. "I think it was a first-degree murder. I think someone intentionally killed him. Not just some homeless man desperate to rob someone, and accidentally shot him when he moved wrong. I think the man had all the purpose to kill Colton."

Josie combed a hand through her hair as she sat back, her eyes dropping back down to the folder, as they fixated on Colton's picture. It was one of the most recent ones of him, the professional picture he had taken from the company's photographer. It was for his identification card in order to get into Wayland Trades. His face was serious, but his eyes were still bright and blue. His stature was straight and he looked built and strong in his pose. She began shaking her head.

"What…" She began, but came to a loss of words. Her gaze jumped around to different objects on the table, before flying up to Eddie. "What makes you think that?" She asked in a quiet tone, uncomfortably shifting in her spot.

He flipped through the folder, before pulling out the autopsy and a list of the eyewitness records. He held the autopsy up first, pointing towards where Colton was shot. Two bullets in the stomach. "According to one witness, they thought he had dropped his wallet and that's when the gun went off, but if he were to be reaching for the wallet, the bullets would not have been quick enough to pierce his stomach, especially from the range of where the gun powder was found to where Colton was struck." He glanced over towards Josie, before putting the autopsy down and picking up the witness records. "None of these cases add up."

"So, what are you going to do? The criminal can be half way across the world by now! The man was never caught after almost a year from the killing, and my brother is lying six feet underground while his murderer is probably on a beach, drinking a pina colada, thinking about how he killed one of the most powerful people in Starling City!" She nearly shrilled, and Eddie closed his eyes, anticipating her outburst. He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by the ringing of his cellphone. He glanced down at the caller ID, then quickly snapped his eyes back up to Josie.

"I'm probably needed back at the station since it's my boss. Look, I want to continue talking about this, though. Call me when you have the time?" He took a quick sip of his coffee, collected the folder of Colton's information, before scooting out of the booth. He had no time for a hug or even just a goodbye. He answered the phone and bustled out of the diner.

Josie leaned back, closing her eyes as she fought back her tears. She was so conflicted with her emotions, and had no idea how to respond to everything that was just told to her. She always had a feeling that something was off about Colton's death. That nothing was adding up right about every piece of information they were given. The police, however, were quick to rule it a homicide, and they did not even bother to track down the man that killed her brother. But how could they when no one saw who the person was. Not even Josie saw him. But she knew it was a man. She could hear him say something after he shot Colton. Three words. "I'm sorry, kid." They played over and over again in her head, driving her insane.

She could hear the sound of pouring water, and popped open her eyes to find Iris filling her cup of coffee. She sat up, pulling the cup close to her as she stared down at the brown liquid. It was silent for a moment, and Josie realized that Iris was still standing there. Glancing up, she watched the woman observing her with her small, soft brown eyes.

"You alright?" Was all the woman asked, and the blonde plastered on a fake, small grin.

"Yeah. I will be." She returned, taking a sip of the hot coffee, letting it burn her tongue and throat. She welcomed the warmth since she felt like she had been sitting in rain for the past several minutes.

Iris leaned her hip against the counter, setting down the coffee pot and crossing her arms. "Your cousin seemed to be in a hurry. Had to get back to work?" She asked, her gaze shifting towards the doors.

Josie nodded. "Eddie's always in a hurry. Do you two not know each other?" Iris smiled widely, shaking her head.

"Not at all. I'm new here, and today was the first time I met him. He seems like a good guy, though."

The blonde shrugged. "He is when he wants to be." This caused Iris to chuckle, as she stood back up to her full height. She glanced around the diner, seeing that besides the old couple in the back corner of the restaurant, no one else was there. Iris seemed to be thinking hard about something, with her lips screwed up to the side. Finally she nodded.

"You know what? We have some great cheesy fries here, and you look like you could use them." She grinned softly down at Josie. "It's on the house." She declared. The icy blonde thought about turning down the offer and saying she would pay, but instead, for once, she took advantage of an opportunity.

"Well in that case." She replied, smiling as she took another sip of her coffee.

Iris returned the wide smile, and twisted back to head to the kitchen. She set the pot of coffee down on the bar counter as she went, and was nearly through the double doors when someone bustled into the restaurant. He was tall, a little lanky, and pale. His wide green eyes shifted around the diner, looking for someone. They finally landed on Josie, although judging by his expression she was not the one he was searching for, her presence did surprise him. The young man gaped a little at her before turning when his name was called from across the restaurant.

"Barry Allen!" Iris hissed out at him, as he quickly scampered to her. "You said you would be here at 12:30. Its 1:08!" She scolded him with narrowed eyes. The dark brown haired man, Barry, ducked his head in shame.

"I know. I got held up with a case. I totally blanked and I promise I will not do it again." He responded with reassurance but with Iris's eye roll, everyone in the diner knew that it was only a broken promise.

Iris moved back over to Josie's table, with Barry following quickly behind her. "You always say that Barry, and you always break that promise." She glanced over her shoulder at him, Josie assuming she had smiled at him because she watched as the tall brunette instantly relaxed. "Maybe try to change that for once." Her attention then redirected back to Josie. "The fries should be out in just a minute."

Josie nodded, taking another sip of coffee. Her dull green eyes made their way towards Barry, and she smiled softly. "I couldn't help but overhear that you work in the station. What division?" She politely asked.

Barry straightened up the moment he realized she was speaking to him. His green eyes widened a little and he hesitated before answering. "Forensics." He quickly spat out, and Josie's smile shifted to one side, giving him a quirky half smile.

"Well, he is no where in your expertise, but my cousin Eddie Thawne I believe works as a detective there."

Barry could not help his instinctive action to scrunch up his face whenever he hears that name, and Josie quirked a brow at his reaction. She would not be surprised that her cousin got on a few people's nerves. The moment Barry caught on that he just did what he did not only to Eddie's cousin, but to Josie Wayland, he instantly regretted it. "Oh god! N-no I didn't mean any bad to that, I-I just…" He stopped himself, just letting his words trail.

"It's no problem. Eddie's not everyone's cup of tea." It appeared that in the time they were talking, Iris had retrieved the fries. She placed them down before Josie and the blonde lit up. But before she grabbed one, she glanced around the diner, seeing that the old couple had left. The whole place was empty. "Okay, if these are on the house, then you two have to at least share this with me because I know I'm not going to eat all of this by myself."

There seemed to have been no more coaxing for at least Iris. The waitress immediately placed herself across Josie and dove right into the fries. There was a moment of hesitation for Barry, but he too sat down next to his friend.

The three got into talking, and Josie learned quite a lot in just the short amount of time they were together. She learned about Barry and Iris's pasts and them growing up together, their favorite hobbies, activities to do, and memories. It made her feel warm on the inside every time she discover something new about someone, and to see what lies beneath the front a person puts on. It felt like hours, but was only about half of an hour later when her father called her. The meeting was done, and the next one was starting soon.

They bid their good-byes, and Josie was getting ready to leave when Barry stopped her. "Don't forget your folder." He called out, holding it out for her. He must have thought she had grabbed it, and he let the folder go too early. It fell to the ground, as pictures and papers flew everywhere. Josie was suddenly on her knees, scrambling to retrieve all of the papers.

Barry followed suit, but paused when he picked up the picture of Colton's body at the scene. He gazed down at it in horror and sympathy as he took in the pool of blood and crippled form. His gaze shifted upwards to find Josie watching him closely. He flipped the picture over so that the back was facing the young Wayland, and handed it to her. "I'm so sorry." He whispered out, and the blonde merely nodded.

She slipped it back into the folder, her eyes swaying between Iris and Barry. "Thanks for the fries, and hopefully I'll stop by and see you again before I leave."

"Please do." Iris returned and that was that.

…

The two weeks had been drawing to a close, as Josie attended business meetings with possible investors in offices, nice restaurants, and one of them on a yacht. She was actually understanding her father's tactics, persuasions and motives her father used to get the people to sign on with him and his company.

In the free time she had in those two weeks, she made sure to swing by her new favorite diner and check in on her new friend. A couple of times Barry was there as well, and Josie realized that more she saw him, the cuter he actually seemed to her. She wanted to hint something towards Iris to maybe work on passing the line of friendship with him, but when she learned the reasoning of why Iris and Barry were so close, she quickly shut her mouth.

It was the final day, and Josie had heard nothing from Eddie about what more he had to say about Colton's case. In the time, she decided to keep her meeting with him a secret from Jonathan. She felt it was best to not tell him this type of information while he was in the midst of this busy week. Or to maybe not tell him at all. She knew how Colton's death had affect him, the pure devastation and heart break that he feels but does so well to bottle up, it drives her insane that her father does not show any form of emotion about it. And she could only imagine that if she told him about this possible new lead of Colton's case, he might finally break.

She had her bag packed, knowing their flight in the morning was going to be as early as the one they took to get to Central City. She had on a simple three quarter sleeved dress that she had bought there in times like this, where she would just go out for the night. Searching through her phone, she was inspecting local bars and clubs, seeing if any would work for her standards. She was reading with interest of a small karaoke bar just down the way when someone began calling her.

She accepted the call without hesitation, smiling a little as she greeted them. "Hey Ollie."

"Hi, Jo. I-uh…" There was a short pause, "Sorry, I'm still trying to get use to things like this." He nervously let out.

Josie chuckled. "Well, Oliver, if you are nervous to talk to me, of all people, over the phone, then something is not right." She jokingly retaliated.

This, of course, let him sigh in relief a little, as he too chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. Look, I was just wondering if you, maybe, wanted to go get lunch sometime this week? You know, 'to rekindle the flame'." He said, mimicking her tone.

Josie's smile only grew wider as her green eyes were staring down at her feet, which were tethered in tan wedges. "Well, I come back to Starling tomorrow. Maybe give me a day to wear off the jet lag, and then we can? So Tuesday?" She threw out there, feeling her stomach flutter a little as she awaited his response.

"Tuesday sounds perfect. I'll meet you at Morello's at, say, 12:30?" She didn't have to see him to know that he was wearing his rare goofy smile he only showed when he was truly happy.

"Okay. I'll see you at 12:30 on Tuesday." They then did the little 'good-bye' bit where it went on for fifteen seconds of continually saying good-bye. She could contain her childish squeal of glee as she shimmied on her hotel bed. It was as if the world was finally working her way. She finally got a date with Oliver Queen, and she felt that deep down it was going to be a good one.

…

Apparently her father didn't allow for a day to wear off the jet lag. The moment they touched down back in Starling City the next day they were immediately picked up by Mr. Diggle and brought right back to Wayland Trades to begin a new work day. From there she was clocking in at seven in the morning and leaving at about ten. By the time Tuesday rolled by, she was ready to slam her head into her desk. Glancing over at the time on her computer, she found that she needed to get going soon if she wanted to meet Oliver at exactly 12:30, and if there was one thing Josie knew she was stuck up about, it was being punctual.

Pushing out of her seat, she quickly made her way over to her father's office. Not even bothering to knock, she poked her head in, gaining his attention. "Is it alright if I head out for my lunch break?" She kindly inquired, and Jonathan rolled his lips in with a guilty expression as his eyes flickered to his watch and back to her.

"I know I promised for an hour and a half, but I might have to cut it to an hour or even shorter. We're a little backed up since Central City." She wanted to haggle him to let her have more time but she knew that time management was a big deal and if they get a minute behind, it can really corrupt the flowing system they have there. So instead she nodded along and kept her mouth shut.

By the time she made it down the twenty floors to lobby, she was ready to run in her heels to her car. However, it seemed that Oliver had other plans. He stood talking with the front desk woman, whom Josie learned her name was Sharona. He was wearing just a black Henley and a pair of dark jeans, which clashed pretty badly with her blazer and tight gray, patterned dress with heels. But when he turned to face her the moment he heard her clacking shoes, her stomach was swirling.

It was a look like no other. It was the opposite of 'The Look'. His jaw was dropped and his eyes never took off of her. It was the look someone gives when they've seen something alluring to them. And needless to say, Josie enjoyed it so much, that she hoped he would just observe her like that all the time.

He came to meet her half way, and a warm smile lit up his face. "Are you sure you're not the CEO?" He jokingly questioned her, and Josie scrunched her face to the side.

"No, but the CEO wants his daughter to dress this way. Too much?" She asked, gesturing mainly to the dress. His eyes only dropped down to examine it for a moment before flying back up to her green eyes.

"Just right." He replied with ease, before holding out his arm for her to take. She was ready to ask him as to why he was here and not just going to meet her at the restaurant, but he must have read her mind because he beat her to it. "I know I said we should just meet up, but I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by and pick you up instead."

Her brows furrowed in suspicion. "Why would you be in the neighborhood? The restaurant is on the other side of town. Since you're here, you have to go through the Glades to get there. It's just out of your way now." She rambled in confusion and frustration. Why would he go halfway across the city and back, when he could have just gone to the restaurant, which was only a fifteen minute drive from his house.

Oliver scratched at the nape of his neck. "Well that's just it. I need to stop by the Glades." Josie's craned her neck, prompting to further explain. "I have to give Tommy's last paycheck to Laurel because he wont see me." At that moment, his eyes cast down with shame, feeling guilty of the fact that he may have been the reason his best friend is deserting him like that.

Josie glanced up at him, seeing that gloomy expression on his face. She moved her hand forward, clasping her's around his. His blue eyes shifted towards her, and she gave him a genuinely sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. Diggle told me what had happened. I don't think it was right of him to just strand you like that."

The corner of his lips twitched up, and he squeezed her hand in return. "Thanks."

Josie felt the need to turn the conversation into a brighter note. Oliver told her that they would need to take her car since he drove his motorcycle. Once they got inside, and piped up. "You know, I've noticed that Diggle has been our little pigeon carrier."

Oliver cocked his head to the side, smirking a little at what she had said. "Why is that?" He questioned her.

She shrugged. "Well, he told me about you and Tommy. And he also told me that he informed you of where I was the last two weeks." He opened his mouth to ask how she knew that, but Josie beat him to the punch. "I was a little confused on why you never asked me over the phone."

Oliver merely licked his lips, hesitant to respond to her at all. "I really just wanted to get off the phone. I hate phone calls."

"We'll just have to Facetime then." She dully noted, and it took a moment, but what she had said actually made him chuckle. A good, heartedly loud chuckle. And it made her heart swell. Because as coincident and selfish she kind of was, she thought that she was the only person who could do that to Oliver. At least this new Oliver. She was the only one, at least as she saw, who could get him to smile or chuckle at what she said or did, and she loved it.

He seemed to notice the happy little grin that formed on her lips as she watched him with blissful eyes, and narrowed his eyes jokingly. "What's with the-?" He asked, gesturing playfully at her face.

Her eyes snapped back to the road, but her grin never faltered. "I just love seeing you like that."

"Like what?"

For a second, her gaze made it's way back to his face, examining his strong features, even if they were scrunched up by his little smirk. "You're real self. You're happy self."

He didn't respond though. He just sat back in his seat and watched the city-scape before him. His eyes trained out the window. It was minutes later when they arrived at the CNRI that he called for her attention. "Hey." He muttered, and her eyes moved from unbuckling her seatbelt to his eyes. A pure, warm closed mouth smile had crossed his lips. "You're the reason that I can be my real self." And with that he opened up his door and got out.

She watched as he made his way across the front of the car and opened her door for her. As she got out, with his assistance, she quickly wrapped her arms around him. She felt that at that moment it was necessary. "You're the same way for me." She returned. When she pulled away, he had that same look on his face. The quick flicker of desire in his eyes. And she swore her heart had stopped beating.

Again I am so sorry! I promised I wouldnt give up on this story, and to make up for the long wait, I will do my best to get the next chapter out within the next few days!

A lot was introduced in this story, mainly about the Central City gang, and I want to do a lot of crossovers, but I am lame and have not gotten past the first four episodes of The Flash! That is a goal for me this summer!

Lastly, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has favorite, followed, and reviewed this story! It makes me so happy to see that you took the time out of your day to at least appreciate it! Please keep it up! You do not understand how much this really means to me to see your positive feedback to this story!