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Chapter 24

"Did the results come back yet?" Oliver slid off his hood and mask as he entered the Foundry through the secret entrance in the back. It was the middle of the night, which meant that the club above was packed. He didn't want to chance being seen tonight as either The Arrow or Oliver Queen. He and his partners had too much to discuss.

Felicity had hacked into the SCPD database to check the police reports of the incident the other night. The medical examiner had confirmed that the attackers had died of bullet wounds, but blood samples were still taken to confirm that there wasn't any other foul play.

The blood samples came back inconclusive for drugs. The lab knew something was in their system, but the technicians didn't understand what it was. Oliver knew he needed to get his hands on one of the samples, so he'd broken in the night before. Afterward, he had Felicity run the sample to the lab in QC's Applied Sciences division. The scientists there were already familiar with the performance enhancers and would probably be able to break down the formula further. It wouldn't seem suspicious, since Ray was conducting an internal investigation about their disappearance anyway. If the scientists came back with questions, Felicity would merely say they were chasing down a lead.

"Not yet. Dr. Grant said he'd send the results as soon as they came in," Felicity answered without turning away from her computer.

"What about Dr. Houston and Petrov? Any leads?"

Felicity had been doing more digging on Dr. Houston and Petrov to somehow find a connection to Cooper. Nothing relevant had turned up, but she felt like she was getting close to something. "Not yet, but I'll let you know when I do."

"It's taking too long," Oliver growled. "We need to figure this out, so we can anticipate Cooper's next move. The entire city is in danger now, and every minute we waste down here we're-"

Felicity stopped typing and turned to face him. "I know, Oliver. You don't have to say it like I don't already know."

Realizing how harsh he'd sounded-sometimes he got a little too carried away in Arrow-mode-Oliver approached Felicity and put a hand on her shoulder. "I apologize. I just need your A-game right now, Felicity."

"Have I ever not given you my A-game?"

Although they'd set boundaries for PDA in the Foundry, a soft, quick brush of his hand across her cheek silently told her that he really was sorry for snapping at her. Felicity gave him a small, forgiving smile before turning back to her work.

"Did you have any trouble tonight?" Diggle asked.

"No." Oliver went to place his bow in the glass case. "Like I said, those gang members were nothing more than punks with guns. They didn't know how to use them."

"Which isn't exactly a relief," Diggle muttered.

"I found out where the shipment was coming in and put an end to it."

"If you're looking for something to do," Felicity interjected, "Thea texted me. She wanted me to remind you to pick out a huge Christmas tree this year, and that it better be fully decorated before she gets back."

Oliver groaned. As if he didn't already have enough things to worry about. "I don't even know where we put all the Christmas decorations."

"She said they're in storage."

"I don't suppose you know what's the best kind of tree to purchase."

"Seeing as though I'm Jewish, probably not," Felicity replied. "I already ordered my menorah on Amazon, so I'm set."

Oliver looked to Diggle, who replied, "Don't look at me. I got an artificial one with the lights already on it. Those strands are a bitch, man."

It surprised Oliver that Thea even wanted to celebrate the holidays. When he'd first come home last year, it was Oliver who suggested that they host the famous Queen Family Christmas Party. He'd learned that his family had stopped celebrating the holiday altogether after they thought he and his father had died. Now that their mother was gone, he just assumed that Thea would want to start skipping it again this year.

As if sensing his confusion, Felicity said, "I think it's like Thanksgiving. All you have is each other now, and she wants to make the most of it."

Oliver couldn't exactly complain about that. "I'll have Carrie look into it." He didn't miss the way Felicity bit her lip. It wasn't her usual gesture of shyness or nervousness. The thin, straight line of her lips was pure annoyance. Those two avoided each other like the plague and when they were in the same room, it was all fake smiles and passive aggression-mostly on Carrie's part.

Oliver made a mental note to have a little chat with Carrie about her behavior towards Felicity. Truthfully, the conversation was a long time coming. He always knew that Carrie had a crush on him, but he'd never had a need to address it until now. In a weird way, which Oliver totally attributed to his male ego, he had to admit that he kind of liked it when Felicity got all feisty and possessive in defense of him. Oliver had certainly lost his cool when Ray had started sniffing around her, and it was oddly comforting to know that Felicity could have the same reaction.

"Oliver," Felicity called to him.

"What have you got?"

"Nothing involving Cooper, but there is a bank robbery in progress on 5th and Lexington."

Oliver looked to Diggle, who was already grabbing for his gun. Felicity heard them hustle toward the back entrance. When the door slammed behind them, she breathed a sigh of relief. She loved Oliver and Diggle, but it was hard to concentrate when they were always standing over her shoulder waiting for results. Results that she clearly didn't have as of yet.

Unfortunately, professional criminals like Petrov were very good at covering their tracks. Cooper had once again disappeared off the grid, which she attributed to his newfound partnership. With Petrov's resources at Cooper's fingertips, it would be even harder to get a lock on him. The only lead they had was the car she'd spotted on traffic cameras following them to the restaurant. It was a rental, but the person whose name it was under didn't exist and had paid in cash. Felicity had also checked the cameras located outside their loft for suspicious activity over the past several weeks, but nothing stood out. It wouldn't be hard for Cooper and his goons to spy on their building while avoiding the cameras once they knew where they were located. Being extra cautious, Oliver had increased Felicity's security detail.

Oliver had also considered going to the local chapter of the Bratva to get information but ultimately decided against it. It wouldn't look good to the other members if Oliver was going after one of their own. Despite being a captain, he was also an American. A play against Petrov would make them all suspicious, and the last thing they needed was to kick the hornet's nest.

Felicity was on her third cup of coffee when Oliver and Diggle finally returned. "Nothing to report," she said in anticipation of Oliver's question.

"Actually, I was going to say that we should head home," Oliver declared. "It's late, and we both have to be in the office tomorrow. Until Dr. Grant gets in touch with us, there's really not much more we can do."

"Right. God forbid you're not there tomorrow to sign off on the holiday party expenses," Felicity teased as she logged off the system. After the tumultuous year QC just had, Oliver decided to throw a big holiday party for all of the employees. It was both a thank you for their hard work and a promise that the new year was sure to be better.

"The offer to help me still stands."

"I already told you that as long as there are those little cocktail weenies and some very potent poinsettia punch, I've got nothing else to offer."

"Smart move," Diggle commented. "But if you're taking requests, I've always been partial to the spiked eggnog."

"I do love eggnog," Felicity agreed and stood up. She rubbed at her neck and flexed her crimping muscles. "But if there's nutmeg in it, it'll probably make me swell up like a balloon. I can never take the chance."

"Bummer."

Rubbing his hands over his face, Oliver sighed. He wasn't the party planning type either, but the team in charge wanted answers. Tomorrow he would give them the final budget and tell them to do what they thought would be best. He didn't have time to play Martha Stewart.

By the time they returned to the loft, Oliver was ready to collapse into bed. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off, so now the ache in his muscles and the exhaustion were taking hold. Felicity looked just as worn out as she shuffled into her bedroom. After changing into her pajamas and washing her face, she joined Oliver in his room.

They'd been sharing a bed ever since that first night Felicity had come to him days before. After her tears had dried, she'd slept soundly through the night in his arms. They'd woken up long after his alarm would've gone off. Oliver had decided that they could both use the extra rest. Felicity, her eyes slightly puffy from crying, had glanced up at him with a sheepish look on her face. She'd opened her mouth-most likely to ramble an apology-but Oliver silenced her with a soft, tender kiss. Like the night before, Felicity had relaxed into him. The kiss was an unspoken agreement that Oliver would always be there for her, and that Felicity was welcomed to stay with him.

Snuggling under the covers, Felicity felt a shiver run through her. She was always coldest at night and didn't understand how Oliver could wear only a t-shirt or go shirtless altogether-not that she would complain about the latter. It was a trait of hers that Oliver had immediately picked up on, and she willingly let him pull her into his arms to warm up. Again, not something Felicity was going to complain about. The guy was a self-sustaining furnace, though she knew Oliver would hold her even if she wasn't cold. The natural warmth of his strong form combined with the way Oliver soothingly ran his fingers through her hair easily made it Felicity's favorite part of the day. In turn, her fingers traced small, rhythmic patterns across his chest. She listened to the steady beat of his heart against her ear and let it lull her. Felicity had started to fall asleep when her cell phone buzzed with a notification.

Felicity sighed, annoyed that she'd forgotten to turn it off. She reluctantly pulled out of the cocoon of Oliver's arms to grab her phone. Her irritation immediately vanished when she read the message.

"Felicity, what's the matter?" Oliver questioned when she suddenly bolted up.

"Dr. Grant just sent me the results."

Oliver followed suit and turned on the bedside lamp. "What are they?"

"In addition to the base formula of the performance enhancers, they found a substance called Cortana." Felicity looked to Oliver when she heard him curse under his breath. "What? You know what that is?"

"Cortana is a rare plant that grows in Corto Maltese. It gives the user a high while making the person more susceptible to suggestion," Oliver explained. "When I met with Petrov, he was trying to sell me his drugs laced with Cortana to sell in Starling. He wanted to break into a new market, since Vertigo was out of the picture."

"Well, it certainly looks like he found a way to do that," Felicity muttered. "But why team up with Cooper? How would they even meet?"

"I don't know. My best guess is that with Cooper staying off the grid, he's gotten more familiar with the underbelly of Starling. It's how he's lasted this long. He must've crossed paths with members of the Bratva at some point. Petrov was pissed when I didn't take him up on his offer. He's looking to not only get back at me but show me how far his reach extends. It's a power play."

Felicity asked worriedly, "Do you think Cooper told him that you're The Arrow?"

"Possibly. I need to contact Anatoly. He'll get answers." His long-time, powerful friend would do more than get answers. He'd deal with Petrov in the only way members of the brotherhood would understand. Cutting off Cooper's supply of Cortana would also even the playing field.

Felicity scanned the rest of the report. There were some other substances listed that she would have to look up when they returned to the Foundry. Their scientific names were too difficult to decipher.

Oliver was about to get up and call Anatoly when he turned back to Felicity. "Anything else?"

Felicity frowned, wondering if she'd misread the last statement. "What the...?"

Oliver recognized the confused crinkle between her eyebrows. "Felicity, what is it?"

"It wasn't simply organic substances found in the men. There were nanomites, too." At Oliver's blank stare, Felicity elaborated, "Nanomites are essentially microscopic robots. They can be injected into the blood stream to help in medical procedures or treatments to combat certain diseases. From what I've read about them over the years, they're still in the prototype and experimental phases."

"So why is Cooper using them? He's already got the performance enhancers and the Cortana."

Felicity bit her lip as she tried to work it out. The answer was within her grasp, if only she could make the connection. A moment later, it hit her. "Nanomites are microscopic robots."

"Yes, you already mentioned that."

"What do we use robots for?" Before Oliver could formulate an answer, Felicity continued, "We program them to do whatever we want. The performance enhancers made the soldiers strong but uncontrollable. Cortana is both addictive and deceptive. The nanomites are the missing link."

Oliver's eyes widened as he caught on to her train of thought. Suddenly, it made sense. "The nanomites combined with the Cortana is how Cooper can get the test subjects to do exactly what he wants without losing control."

"Yes," Felicity confirmed and explained the connection further. "Dr. Houston's research was all about visual subliminal messaging. Cooper embeds a message within the Brother Eye graphic. The message or command triggers the programmed nanomites, which is then relayed to the men who are completely indefensible because of the Cortana. I'd have to do more research on this, but it's the most plausible explanation."

"If this nanomite technology is as new as you say it is, then the number of companies who are developing it must be small."

"I should be able to narrow them down," Felicity confirmed, already reaching for her glasses and tablet on the nightstand.

"See what you can find. I have to make a call." Oliver was about to stand once more when he paused. "By the way, Felicity..." The blonde unlocked her tablet before looking up at Oliver. Before she knew what was happening, his lips were on hers. "You're a genius."

Felicity couldn't stop the blush or wipe the huge smile off of her face at the compliment. "I know."

Oliver chuckled, shaking his head at how Felicity could look so humble and yet sound so confident at the same time. He loved that she didn't dumb herself down for anyone. She owned her intelligence. It was one of the reasons why he was so attracted to her from the beginning.

While Oliver went to call Anatoly, Felicity got to work on her search for companies specializing in nanotechnology. She got a few solid hits before she came across a lead that made her blood run cold. Blinking a few times, Felicity had to convince herself that what she was reading was actually real. By the time Oliver returned to the room, Felicity was pale and tense.

He picked up on her unease immediately. "What did you find?"

It took a moment for Felicity to collect her thoughts. "There are a couple of companies that are developing nanotechnology, but the earliest breakthroughs weren't developed by them. Their research was built off of someone else's."

"Whose?"

"Ray Palmer," Felicity revealed, watching Oliver's reaction. She knew that he didn't particularly like Ray, and that it went beyond Ray's interest in her. They were two very different men that already had a difficult time understanding each other. This was sure to make things even more complicated. "It could be a coincidence, right?" Felicity knew it was naive to hope, but she couldn't help it. Ray was brilliant, but he was essentially a socially awkward science geek in a handsome man's body. Felicity had always liked Ray, and he'd been nothing but supportive of her work at QC. She didn't want to believe that she'd misjudged him so completely.

Oliver had no such reservations. "If there's one thing I've learned over the last six years, it's that there's no such thing as coincidences."

The soft ping signaled that the elevator had reached their floor. The doors opened, and Oliver and Felicity stepped out onto the executive floor. Ray's office was at the end of the corridor. As agreed, despite some mild protesting from Oliver, Felicity would take the lead on questioning Ray. She was the one he would most likely be receptive to, since they had similar personalities and worked so closely together these last few months. The fact that Ray had feelings for her would probably help, but Felicity didn't need to mention that to Oliver. It would only put him more on edge.

Originally, Felicity had wanted to talk to Ray alone. That's when Oliver's grumbling turned into full on obstinance about letting her go alone. If Ray actually was somehow involved with Cooper and was dangerous, then Oliver didn't want to take any chances. Felicity thought about pointing out that they'd be at QC in a building full of people but decided to let it go. Besides it giving Oliver peace of mind, he was good at reading people. Maybe he would pick up on something with Ray that she would miss.

Through the glass doors, Felicity could see Ray sitting at his desk. He looked to be in deep concentration and was scribbling something on a piece of paper. His assistant offered to buzz them in, but Felicity told Claire it wouldn't be necessary. Ray had told her that she was always welcome in his office and didn't need to be so formal. Felicity knocked gently on the door and offered a small wave when he noticed her. Ray then gestured for her to come inside.

"Felicity, glad you're here," Ray enthused. "I got this new idea I'd like to-oh, Oliver, hi."

Oliver offered him a nod but remained silent.

"Ray, do you have a few minutes to talk?" Felicity asked.

"Sure." He gestured for them to take a seat at a table off to the side. Ray thought it was better to be on equal footing while brainstorming with team members instead of staying behind his desk. "What brings the two of you to my office? Is everything okay?"

Felicity sat next to Oliver, across the table from Ray. "I was looking over your latest notes about the performance enhancers investigation. There have been a few developments recently that we wanted to ask you about."

"I'm not sure how much I'll know, but I'll do what I can to help."

"There was an attack at an Italian restaurant over the weekend."

"I heard about that. It's terrible what happened."

"The attackers that were killed that night had a form of the performance enhancers in their system." Despite her anxiety of the mere memory of that night, Felicity did her best to sound detached from the situation. The attack had made headlines, but Detective Lance stood by his word to make sure that Oliver and Felicity weren't identified with the incident. Neither Oliver and Felicity nor Lance wanted another media circus, and their involvement surely would've created a frenzy. The SCPD was well aware of the threat Brother Eye posed and didn't want to send the city into a panic.

Ray frowned at that. "The performance enhancers. How is that even possible?"

"We thought you might have the answer," Oliver interjected. "Something else was found in their system. Something you know all about. Do nanomites sound familiar?"

Felicity nudged Oliver with her foot under the table. There was a bit of an accusing undertone to his voice. Not how she wanted to start off this conversation. "Oliver has some connections down at the police department that brought this to our attention," Felicity said much more tactfully. "I looked into the nanotechnology and found out you'd done extensive research on nanomites a while back."

"Yes. It was the topic of my research project and dissertation while earning my first doctorate," Ray explained. "The technology is very promising. If it can be perfected, it'll do wonders for the medical field. Imagine fully functional nanotechnology being used to fight off cancer cells or repair fatal injuries. The possibilities are endless."

"That's great, but what are the risks?" Felicity questioned. "Are the nanomites dangerous?"

"Like with any other technological advance, there can be side effects. They can be unpredictable and possibly self-replicate to a point that they begin eating organic matter. Or they could end up in the wrong hands and be used as bio weapons for terrorism or arms races." As if sensing where they were going with this, Ray questioned, "You think the nanomites combined with the performance enhancers pose a threat? Well, obviously they do if they make random men attack innocent people."

"We have reason to believe that the nanotechnology was being used to counteract the behavioral effects of the performance enhancers. The military may have been trying to find a way to program the test subjects to carry out orders."

"It's not a bad idea," he mused with a shrug. "Depending on the composition, some nanomites can be like mini computers. They can be programmed to carry out all sorts of things. But still, that technology isn't just lying around."

"Exactly," Oliver stated, watching him carefully.

"You think I had something to do with this?"

Before Felicity could say anything, Oliver replied, "You've worked with nanotechnology, and you had access to the performance enhancers."

"It's been years since I worked on that research, and I was the one that told you about the performance enhancers being stolen. Why would I do that if I was involved?"

"You could have done it to cover your tracks," Oliver countered.

"But I didn't."

"Ray," Felicity was quick to interject, "we're not accusing you of anything."

"Are you sure? Because it sounds like you are. Or, rather, he is." Ray met Oliver's intense stare head on. "I didn't steal those performance enhancers and even if I did, I no longer have access to the nanotechnology."

Oliver, never one to back down, retorted, "Why is that?"

"I sold it a few years ago before joining QC."

"To who?"

"Merlyn Global."

Oliver was shocked into silence as his entire body went rigid. Felicity was also stunned but managed to recover much quicker. Placing a comforting hand on Oliver's knee under the table, she reclaimed Ray's attention. "Do you mind if I ask why you chose to sell it to Merlyn Global?"

"It wasn't something I'd even been considering. The company sought me out and made me an offer. I was already juggling projects with the smart wearables and knew my time would be limited after starting at QC, so I decided to pass my research on in favor of a team that could give it the time and attention it deserved.

"Do you know if they've made any headway?" Felicity persisted.

Ray shook his head. "I had spoken with Malcolm Merlyn last year about it before...before everything happened. He told me that the R&D had been placed on the backburner in favor of other projects." He offered, "I could inquire about it again if you want. It's a legitimate concern for the public now if the nanotechnology is being combined with the performance enhancers."

With the shock finally having worn off, Oliver replied, "I'll take over from here. Tommy Merlyn is my best friend. He'll tell me if Merlyn Global has been working on any new experiments."

"Or perhaps he won't because he's involved," Ray retorted. At Oliver's stern look, he added, "What? You think you're the only one who can have suspicions?"

"I'd appreciate it if you kept this quiet while we get to the bottom of this," he said sternly.

"Not a problem," Ray declared, his voice hard, "since I've kept the investigation in-house and hush hush thus far. I am the CTO, after all."

Before the tension could escalate between the two, Felicity jumped in. "Well, we should really get started on that. Ray, thank you for answering our questions this morning. You've been very helpful."

Ray's expression softened when he looked at Felicity. "Like I said, I'm happy to help. I want to get to the bottom of this just like you. Let me know, Felicity, if you need anything else from me."

The slight was not lost on Oliver. He stood up, and Felicity quickly followed.

"Thank you, Ray," she said with a nod. "I'll stop by again later to go over that new project you'd like to tell me about."

"Looking forward to it."

With a final nod, Felicity nudged Oliver and led him out of the office. She could tell that Ray's enthusiasm of them talking later-which she had to admit was a slight dig at Oliver-had gotten under Oliver's skin. Now he was really on edge.

They silently made their way back to the elevators to return to Oliver's office. It wasn't until they were inside the office with the door shut that they spoke. Oliver took a seat on the couch. Unsure of whether Oliver needed some space after that last encounter, Felicity sat down and left a few inches between them.

"So I don't know about you, but I think Ray was telling the truth. I really don't think he's involved in any of this," Felicity declared.

"He seemed to be telling the truth," Oliver grumpily admitted.

"Almost sounds like you were hoping it would be him."

"It would mean we are one step closer to thwarting Cooper's plans."

"We still are if you really are going to talk to Tommy," Felicity said.

Oliver rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yes, I have to. We need to know what Merlyn Global has been up to. Cooper could've attacked the company not just to steal money."

"You think he had a hidden agenda," Felicity surmised. "He wanted to gain access to the nanotechnology. Stealing the money wasn't just to get back at us. It was a ruse."

"It seems like the most plausible explanation."

Felicity sighed and leaned her head back on the cushion. "And I thought my five years of setting him up was strategic and underhanded." Cooper had certainly upped his game in these last months.

"The difference is you're not a bad person, Felicity. You were trying to free yourself and bring down a dangerous group. Cooper, his intentions are anything but honorable. When you only care about yourself, you don't have much to lose."

"Unlike us, who have everything to lose," she mumbled. Before Oliver could say anything, she added, "I know, I know. We're going to take him down. I just hope it's before he does any more damage."

Oliver closed the distance between them until their bodies were touching. He cupped her cheek and guided her lips to his in a reassuring kiss. Felicity leaned into him, accepting the much-needed comfort.

When they finally broke apart, Oliver muttered, "Do you really have to see Ray later?"

An amused smile immediately graced Felicity's face. "You are so adorable when you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous," Oliver denied, not quite masking the petulance in his voice. "I'm protective."

She rubbed her thumb across the hand on her cheek. "That, too."

Oliver continued, "Just because I think Ray's telling the truth doesn't mean he is."

"Don't worry. I'll look into it before I meet up with him later," she reassured and rubbed her nose affectionately against his. Her lips hovered over Oliver's, tracing them lightly before pulling back. She'd told him before that he didn't need to be threatened by Ray, and she meant it. Felicity had already made her choice. "While I look into Ray's story, you should go pay Tommy a visit this afternoon."

Oliver nodded absently, unable to concentrate with her lips hovering so close. After their discovery of the nanotechnology last night, their attention had been elsewhere. They'd gone to bed late with Oliver having had a very pointed conversation with Anatoly and Felicity on her tablet doing research. They'd been so focused on getting to the office to confront Ray that they'd forgone their usual breakfast ritual this morning and grabbed something quick on the way over.

"I should go," Felicity whispered, despite making no move to get up. "I have a lot of work to do, and so do you, Mr. CEO." With Oliver staring at her in that sexy, intense way of his, it was hard to recall exactly what all that work was.

"Right," Oliver mumbled before throwing caution to the wind and claiming her mouth once more. When it came to Felicity, he never felt like he could get enough. The pull between them was growing stronger with each passing day, making Oliver wonder how he'd resisted her for so long in the first place. It still scared the hell out of him, though it had nothing to do with Felicity herself. His fears were his own demons that he needed to work through.

They were so wrapped up in each other that neither heard Carrie opening the office door. "Oliver, the planning committee is here to-"

Oliver and Felicity immediately broke apart to find Carrie staring at them, open-mouthed, with a mixture of shock and anger flitting across her features. Behind her stood the equally stupefied five members of the planning committee tasked with organizing the big Queen Consolidated holiday party.

Felicity could feel her face turning red at having being caught making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Oliver, on the other hand, simply stood, buttoned his suit jacket and said he'd be with them in a couple of minutes. The steel in his voice left no room for argument. Carrie, once she'd regained her wits, quickly ushered the group back out.

"Oh God," Felicity groaned. "I can't believe that just happened. You do realize the entire building is going to know about us within the hour, right?" They'd been so careful to keep a mask of professionalism while at the office. One slip and that was shot completely to hell.

Pulling her up and removing her hands from her face, Oliver said, "It was bound to happen at some point." He shrugged. "Let them talk. It's not like the last time. You've more than shown what you're capable of, Felicity. Besides,"-he tugged affectionately on her ponytail-"I have enough secrets in my life. This is one secret I don't want to keep."

Felicity could feel her heart melt at his words. Still, she had to ask, "What happened to wanting to take things slow?"

"We can still do that. The only difference is now we can be more open about it." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her gently. By the time he pulled back, her smile had returned. "Unfortunately, I can't keep them waiting."

"Unfortunately, I also have a ton of stuff to do. But I'll see you later in the Foundry?"

"It's a date."

Felicity laughed and gave him one more peck on the lips. Then, with her head held high, she left Oliver's office. Felicity smiled confidently at the committee members on her way out and couldn't help the extra surge of satisfaction at the scowl on Carrie's face. If Oliver wasn't worried about it, then she wouldn't be either. He was right, after all. This was one secret that deserved to be brought to light.