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Laurel blinked her eyes a few times as Diggle pulled the blindfold off her head. She pursed her lips, biting back the stream of expletives that she had been formulating in her head. She glared up at him, but he merely gave her a deadpan look as he led her down a flight of stairs.
"I don't know why you don't want me to know where this place is," she said, following him down.
"The less people who know where our new place is, the better," he said.
"But I already know that Ollie is the Arrow."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to know how to lead others to him."
"I would never give away his secret," she said indignantly. Diggle gave her his deadpan look again, which annoyed her to no end. She wondered what he had against her, but decided that it was probably better not to ask.
"So I guess this place is just for you and Ollie and Felicity, right?" she said.
"As Oliver said, this started with the three of us."
Laurel sighed as she got to the bottom of the stairs. It still bothered her, that Oliver had kept the secret of being the vigilante from her for so long. Would it have made a difference to how they had reunited if she had known? If she was being honest with herself, it probably wouldn't have. But still, it bothered her that he had come back to Starling City and he had not asked for her help, let her think awful things about him, let her say awful things to him. What was it about John Diggle and Felicity Smoak that he trusted them to work with him? She wanted to believe that he kept her out of the loop to protect her. But she knew his secret now…and still he hadn't asked her to be part of the team.
"He's out the back," Diggle told her, gesturing towards the back of the room before moving away. She smiled her thanks but he had already turned his back to her. Her smile turned into a grimace as she watched his retreating figure. Letting out another sigh, she made her way to the back of the room, heading for where he had pointed.
"Ollie?" she called out. Behind a shelf she saw something move and a few steps around it led her to where he was. He looked up when she appeared and she gave him a wide smile as she opened her mouth to greet him. But he put his finger to his lips, hushing her.
The smile on Laurel's face froze into place when her brain finally processed what she was looking at. Oliver was sitting on a cot, a few files open in front of him, files that she was here to talk to him about. On a separate cot next to him was Felicity, sound asleep.
Silently and smoothly, Oliver got up from the cot, gathered the files in his hands and made his way over to her; not before, she noticed, he briefly leaned over to check on Felicity.
"Hey," he whispered, coming to stand next to her, "what's up?"
"I…" she began to say, forgetting what it was she had come over for. She had spent the better half of the morning convincing John Diggle to take her to Ollie, and now she couldn't even remember what it was she wanted to see him about.
"Let's talk out here," he said, gesturing out towards the main room. "I don't want to wake Felicity."
Laurel followed him dumbly, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. When he put down the files he was carrying and perched himself on a table, looking at her expectantly, she opened her mouth and said the first thing that popped into her head.
"So Felicity sleeps here too?"
Ollie's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Not all the time," he said slowly.
"Oh," she said. She paused. Then – "this is a recent development?"
He exhaled loudly and crossed his arms. "She's been having nightmares. The whole Slade thing…"
"I see," she said. Of course – when Slade had kidnapped Felicity and threatened to kill her in front of Oliver. That had been a moment of big reveals for Laurel, the biggest of which was the realisation that Oliver and Felicity were well and truly partners, perhaps in more than just the crime-fighting-duo sense.
"Diggle told me that you wanted to talk to me about something urgently?" he said, breaking through her thoughts.
"Oh?" she said. "Yeah, I did. I-" She was cut off when her phone began to buzz, and she almost sighed with relief. Pulling it out of her pocket, she saw that it was a text from the office. It wasn't important, but it served her purpose for the moment.
"Sorry, I really need to get back to the office," she said. She gave him a smile she didn't feel. "There's a case I'm working on and the jury's come back earlier than I thought. Do you think Diggle could drive me back?"
"Of course," he said, giving her a steely look which she chose to ignore. "Is everything ok?"
"Yeah, of course," she said. "We can talk later." She gestured towards the files next to him. "I'll call you later about those. I'm sorry Ollie, I really need to get back to the office."
"Sure," he said. He stood up and walked over to her, giving her a tight smile. "We'll talk later."
Laurel nodded her head. "Of course," she said again. She waited as he went to find Diggle to drive her back to the office, pulling her phone out of her pocket to pretend that she was busy sending an email when in truth her mind was whirring with a million questions that she couldn't ask. A few minutes later, as she followed Diggle up the stairs, she glanced back and saw Oliver returning to the back of the room.

Oliver found Felicity awake and sitting up on her cot.
"Did I wake you?" he asked.
"I heard Laurel's voice," she said. "She didn't stay long."
"She got a call from the office and had to leave."
"Really?" she said, tilting her head to the side in the way she did when she didn't believe what he was telling her.
"That's what she said."
Felicity sighed and brought her legs up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. He realised that she was wearing loose track pants and a white t-shirt – not her usual quirky dresses or bright blouses. He frowned, a trickle of worry washing over him. Felicity always kept herself very well put-together, he suspected to compensate for her occasionally nervous personality traits. The fact that she wasn't even trying suggested an unusual apathy that unsettled him.
"You know why she left so quickly, don't you?" she said, staring at him directly with her bright blue eyes.
He looked at her silently, not sure where the conversation was heading, but pretty sure that he wasn't going to like it.
"She was startled to find me sleeping here," she said. "You know, sleeping here in a cot next to your cot in a small space."
"I don't see how that's any of Laurel's concern," he said, choosing his words carefully.
She gave him another long look before she let out a sigh and stood up. "I'll start staying over at Dig's. He said I could."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because if Laurel is going to be coming to the Sanctuary now, I can't be sleeping here." She went to walk past him but he caught her by the elbow and stopped her.
"Felicity," he started to say but she cut him off.
"Oliver," she said, her voice suddenly stern. He blinked. She was using her loud voice, which for some reason he had yet to figure out, made him always shut up and listen.
"This is Laurel we're talking about," she said. "Don't you think it will be a little awkward for you to get back together with her if I'm sleeping here next to you?"
"Who says I want to get back with Laurel?" he asked.
"I don't know, maybe the universe?" she said, looking at him like she thought he was stupid. "You've been all about her ever since you got back from the island. She's like your…you know, she's…Laurel." She pursed her lips, looking like she was about to start telling him off. He stared at her, completely confused as to how he had gotten into this conversation, and wanting very much to get out of it as soon as possible. But then Felicity's expression softened and she reached out to touch him gently on the arm.
"Oliver, I really…I want you to be happy," she said softly. "You deserve it. After everything you've been through and after everything you've done for this city…I really think Laurel could make you happy. She kept you alive while you were on the island, and you did everything you could to get back to her. I think it's time you got back to her." She gave him a small smile before looking away. "I'll get on to checking those names on the files for you."
She walked away from him back to her computers, leaving him alone, her words echoing inside him.