They both crouched down across the room from the door, preparing for whoever came through it.
The door slammed open from the force of an explosion. Through the smoke they saw two people, kicking ass. One happened to be a petite redhead.
Diggle and Scully were both struggling to clear the hallway of the Count's men. Their backs to each other as they picked off the men circling them.
We carefully inched ourselves out into the hall.
"Dig, gun!" Oliver shouted.
Diggle's reserve gun flew through the air. Oliver caught it and in rapid succession shot out two kneecaps and some fingers to incapacitate the last three men in the hall.
Mulder stared at him in disbelief. "Archery wasn't my only interest." Oliver said with a shrug.
"Mulder." They both turned towards the strong, smooth caramel voice belonging to Dana Scully.
Mulder slowly walked towards her and cupped the side of her face. "Should of known you'd take names." He said gently to her. They both smiled as she placed her hand over his.
Feeling as if he was intruding on a private moment, Oliver turned to Dig and gripped his hand in thanks.
"We're all safe, Felicity." Diggle murmured into his communicator.
"The Count got away during the chaos." stated Diggle with a frown spreading across his face.
"We'll get him another way." Oliver replied as the thought of why didn't Vertigo expose his identity, continued to nag at him. A mystery left for another day. A very dangerous mystery.
"They were attempting to interrogate my new friend here." Diggle said as he turned to look over at Scully. "They had to go down for hurting a woman."
The woman in question walked towards Diggle and held her hand out, "The name is Scully and thank you for helping me, for helping us." As she tipped her head towards Mulder.
As Mulder joined them, his hand came to rest on Scully's lower back as if he'd been doing it forever.
"Scully and I can handle the SCPD, if you two need to get out of here." Mulder offered.
"Thank you. I'll be in touch. We'll see what we can do about these crimes, together." Oliver replied as he and Diggle turned to head out the back of the warehouse.
"Dig, can I have your comm please?"
"Sure." Diggle said as he handed Oliver the communicator device.
"Hey." whispered Oliver after turning it on.
"Oliver." Felicity responded with a sigh of relief.
The tension in his chest, that he didn't even realize was there, slowly unraveled as he heard her say his name.
"Let's get out of here." Oliver said to Diggle, as he thought of his own beacon of light, friend, and yes, touchstone.