After that hardly sleep night, Oliver focus on analyzing the wreck and the sunk. He could hardly work he just keep trying to recall every detail, every reaction of everything and everybody when his father died.

"Oliver."

It pained her seeing him like this, searching memories, chasing details in his mind. The eyes that looked at her were fading, his smile a shadow of what it use to be.

"Oliver, come let's go home. You hardly sleep last night."

"I'm fine, Felicity. I can't leave."

She glimpse to his assistant that nodded encouragingly to her.

"Oliver, please. We need to go home, both of us."

He look at her, she was tired and it show. He too was tired, exhausted even.

Oliver got up using the desk has support. He was more sleep deprived than he thought.

"Okay. Let's go."

Diggle was glad Felicity got trough to Oliver.

"Well done, Felicity."

She smile at Dig as she got into the car. Oliver fell a sleep in car holding her. Felicity remember the day they got back to Starling together, things were quite different now.

She fondle his hair to wake him up when they got to their apartment building.

"Hey, we're here."

Up stairs she just let them sleep. Closing her eyes just for a little while, she had work to do.

"I was more tired than I thought. What are you doing?"

Felicity was, oddly, immerse in paper. No computer in sight.

"Oliver, so good your up." She looked up to him offering her lips for a kiss. Oliver gladly oblige but, instead of the peck on the lips she was expecting, took his time enjoying her leisurely. "Mmmm..."

He smile at her. "What are you doing?"

He was the devil sometimes "Don't remember, don't care."

Felicity pulled him to down. Her lips hot on his. She wanted him, her mind had blocked everything else. He had that effect on her no one else ever had that power over her only Oliver.

Oliver give everything she asked for and took everything he wanted.

"Now can you tell me want you're doing?" they manage to get to sofa when the table got too uncomfortable.

"Humm humm"

"Felicity..." he was laughing at her, she didn't care.

"I was working on a lead. It's promising."

"Oh what's the lead."

"I want to check it first." and double check and triple check she had to be totally sure before she told him.

He moved and pull her to face him.

"Felicity don't do this. No secrets, please."

"Oliver I have to be sure first."

"Will check, together, I don't want you alone in this. And, before I forget, next time, stay in the car."

Felicity hide the glee. "Next time" Oliver assume there was going to be a next time.

"If it's not true. People will get hurt, Oliver. I can't."

"People?" he looked at her there was only two people in the world he knew she would cover, lie and deceive to protect Donna and himself. Donna was far from this mess... "You mean hurt me don't you?"

He was too clever and she could lie to him, not to Oliver. She nodded in agreement.

Oliver sat on the bed "If that's the case don't you think it's better for me to hear it from you then from other's?"

It made sense. His reasoning made sense.

"All the clues I find end on your mother's door step."

He closed his eyes covering them with his hands. It was like a blade to his chest but somehow it didn't come as a total surprise and that only made the pain harder to bare.

"No, Oliver, don't" She took move the hands from his eyes "Please don't. I have to check. I need to be sure"

Felicity needed to check but for Oliver it made sense and the pain endured. He felt her arms around him, comforting. It helped but the wound was open and there was only one way it could heal.

"Oliver, what a nice surprise."

"Mom." he kissed her cheeks. Looking into the eyes of this inscrutable woman that was his mother.

"Can we talk?"

They sat over coffee.

"How's Felicity?"

"Very well. We are both doing very well." he had to speak, the anxiety was suffocating him "Mom, I found the Queen's Gambit wreck."

Moira was glad she hadn't take a sip of coffee yet. She set the cup on the table harder than it needed to be. That was the only tell that she wasn't expecting this to happen.

"Let it go Oliver."

"It's my father. I can't. What do you know? What are you not telling me?"

Moira look to her beloved son. He was like her in so many things. Like her, he never gave up, so there was no point in lying he would just find out some other way, probably a more dangerous one.

"Robert was murdered. They killed him, Oliver."

He figure the first part by himself but still it was a shock to see it confirmed and by Moira no less.

"Who's they, Mom?"

"A criminal organization that wants to rule The Glades."

"Then why did the money come from you, Mom?"

"I only pay for the retrieval of the wreck, Oliver. You have to believe me."

He didn't, he couldn't.