Their home never looked like this before. The kitchen table was full of papers and just one little space was occupied by a laptop.

Oliver went through the papers taking notes analyzing, cross checking.

"Oliver I need to check this "China White" online, Oliver."

"No definitely not."

Disgruntled Felicity looked at Oliver

"Baby, I know you don't like to be working like this but, you better than anyone, know every thing done online leaves trace. We must do it old school. Besides I think I got something here."

Felicity immediately jump and set herself over Oliver's shoulder. She felt useless, papers weren't her thing, she ache for something that would get them on track and her back online.

"There 2.6 million that were transfer to a start-up and never again show up. Do you remember anything about this?"

"2.6 milion. Quite a specific number. I do recall something about a start-up. Walter asked me to search for a start-up. Couldn't find it though. The only thing about it I did manage to find was that they had bought a Warehouse right here in Starling."

"Do you know where was the Warehouse?"

"I think I have the adress on my laptop somewhere." she fast typed something and "Yes. So glad I save everything I send."

Oliver had to smile at her expansive reaction throwing her right hand in to the air while saying Yes. His own little winner.

"You know something, Felicity?"

"Hum?"

"I don't know what my life would be without you."

She moved back to him and put her arms around his neck.

"I know what mine would be. Death in live itself."

He kissed her arm

"We should go and rest a bit. Tomorrow I will talk to Diggle about the Warehouse."

"Man you still hadn't told Felicity your night's of crime fighting activities from a year ago."

For Diggle Oliver wasn't just the rich playboy he knew what this man could do with a bow and arrow. At the time Thea's drug addiction had been the trigger and they did a good job cutting of the supply and getting her dealer in jail. But, with SCPD, on their tail and getting closer, the wedding and later, are more importantly, Felicity, Oliver had stopped.

"She doesn't need to know that Diggle. It was before we were together."

"Why shouldn't she. She was the main reason you stopped."

"You make it sound like I'm wiped or something, thank you so very much, Dig."

"No, I understood, then you had to go and protect her and then get her back. But man things are everyday more complicated for SCPD. They can't handle all that is happening."

"We are just going to check the Warehouse, Dig. I'm not going back to the crime fighting activities, Felicity is too important for me to lose or for me to mess our relationship up."

"Then don't. Be honest with her. Are you still afraid she will leave you? She won't Oliver. You should trust her."

The warehouse was isolated and looked abandon.

"Keypad... Diggle is there another way in?" Oliver talk to his speaker.

"No. No windows, no breaths whatsoever. Just the door."

"With the keypad."

He had no clue on what kind of code would it be and he didn't have the technology to override it and open the door.

"Meet you back at the van."

They were heading back to the city center. Both unhappy about the situation.

"We have to get tech support. Dig?"

"Oh I have a good IT expert in mind." Diggle stated matter-of-factually, with a glimpse to Oliver. And waited for the reaction.

Oliver glare at Dig. He really didn't like where this was going.

He considered Diggle's words. The fact was he couldn't find another person he could trust.

"I'll talk to her."

"Oliver, you are in a committed relationship now. There are secrets you can have but not this kind of secrets. Your previous night activities, and maybe future night activities, are too big of a secret to keep from you life partner. That's the kind of secret that can end relationships. Talk to her."

Oliver got into the apartment and into Hell itself. The smoke alarm was blaring. He run to the kitchen to find Felicity involved in smoke trying to get the said smoke from in front of her eyes to check something that look too burned to be recognize. Oliver turn the smoke alarm off.

Felicity look around searching for the reason of the sudden silence.

"Oliver, your home." even all involved in smoke her smile was a beam of light.

"What happen?"

"Burn our dinner."

He turned the extractor to the max and immediately the smoke started to clear and then looked at the coal shard that was suppose to be their dinner.

"Belly's?"

She smile "Yes please."

"But can I get it and we'll eat here?" He needed to talk to her, in private.

Puzzled "Sure. While you get it I will clean this up."

He look around the messy kitchen pecked her lips "Good luck with that."

"Funny, Mr Queen. Very funny"

He thought so.

He left. Felicity look around herself, Oliver was right. How did she do such a mess? Well, better start.

Oliver got back to find a pure domestic scene. Felicity was finishing her cleaning spree on the kitchen, the smoke had clear completely and he had a clear view on all the interesting ways her body moved. All the curves when she bend for the stove and when she stretch over the kitchen top to get every part of it clean. He came up and set himself right beside her, back against the same kitchen top she was cleaning.

"You know if you keep this up we better skip everything and go directly to desert."

Felicity stop, looking wickedly at him.

"There are some people that say meals should start with dessert."

She stood right in front of him stepping between his legs, her arms around his waist, devilish eyes sparkling.

He love the way she was always on point. But they really needed to talk and he was hungry.

He kissed her lightly unprovocantly.

"Rain check?"

She pouted, he had to laugh.

"I'm hungry and I need to talk to you."

It had to be serious for Oliver to postpone sex.

"Okay"