He moves through the crowd like he's part of it but separate at the same time. People part around him, not because he commands attention overtly, but because there's something about him. The sharp cut of his tuxedo, perfectly tailored to his athletic frame, is a stark contrast to the casual, almost distracted way he glances around the room. His hair is neatly styled, but there’s a rugged edge to his appearance, something raw and untamed lurking just beneath the surface. It's in the tension in his shoulders, the way he scans his surroundings, calculating, never fully at ease.

The first thing you notice as you edge closer is his eyes. They're green, piercing, and they hold a depth that draws you in and makes you curious. He's talking to a small group, some local politicians, perhaps, and a few well-dressed socialites, but there's a distance in his expression, like he's going through the motions without really being present.

And then it happens. His gaze flickers over the room, and for a split second, it locks onto yours. It's fleeting, but it hits you like a jolt of electricity. You freeze. He doesn't linger, his eyes moving past you like they were never there in the first place, but the sensation stays with you. It's like he's seen something about you no one else does, even though he didn't really look. It’s unsettling, yet fascinating.

You busy yourself with a glass of champagne, trying to shake off the odd feeling when you hear a voice behind you. “Not your kind of scene either?”

You turn, and there he is, Oliver Queen, standing right next to you. Up close, he’s even more striking, though there’s a roughness to him that the perfect suit doesn’t quite hide. His jawline is strong, with just a hint of stubble, and you notice the faintest of scars above his brow—almost unnoticeable, but there if you’re looking close enough.

You blink, caught off guard, but manage a smile. “I’m just here for the free drinks.”

His lips twitch into something that might almost be a smile, but it never quite reaches his eyes. “You and me both.”

There’s a beat of silence, but it’s not awkward. In fact, it’s as though the rest of the room falls away for a moment, leaving just the two of you standing there, watching each other.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” you finally say, though it’s more of an observation than a question. Of course you know who he is. Everyone knows who he is. Oliver Queen, the heir to Queen Consolidated, the man who came back from the dead after five years lost at sea.

He quirks an eyebrow. “Oliver Queen.”

His name carries weight, as if it should mean something more than just two words, and it does. But there’s something in the way he says it, almost reluctantly, as if it doesn’t quite fit him anymore. As if, somehow, he’s outgrown the name.

“I know,” you say, before you can stop yourself.

Something flickers in his eyes again—amusement, perhaps? But it’s gone too quickly to tell. He tilts his head, studying you, and for a moment you wonder if he can see right through you, if he knows exactly what you’re thinking. It’s unsettling, the intensity of his gaze, but you hold it.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

You tell him, your voice steady, though your heart is beating just a little faster than usual. There's something about being the focus of his attention that makes you hyperaware of every movement, every breath.

“Nice to meet you,” he says, his voice soft but deep, with a hint of something that feels like distance. He’s right here in front of you, but you get the sense that part of him is somewhere else, somewhere far away. It's like he’s carrying the weight of a thousand memories, each one darker than the last, and they're pulling him down even as he stands in this bright, glittering room.

Before you can say anything else, someone from the crowd—a woman in an elegant gown—approaches him, interrupting the moment. He glances at her, then back at you, and for a brief second, it looks like he might stay, might continue whatever this conversation was going to be. But then, with a small nod, he excuses himself and disappears back into the crowd.

You watch him go, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. He’s a hard man to figure out, Oliver Queen. On the surface, he’s charming enough, playing the part of the billionaire philanthropist, but there’s something underneath that makes you think he’s more than just what people see. He’s hiding something. Or maybe he’s just hiding from himself.

As the evening wears on, you catch glimpses of him here and there, mingling with the elite, shaking hands, smiling politely. But every time, there’s that same sense of detachment, as if he’s going through the motions but not really present. And yet, there’s also something dangerous about him. It’s not overt, not in the way he talks or carries himself, but it’s there, just beneath the surface. A simmering intensity, like he’s a coiled spring, waiting for the right moment to release.

You find yourself wondering what kind of life he’s lived—what could turn a man like Oliver Queen into the person standing in front of you now. The news stories paint one picture: a reckless playboy turned survivor, turned philanthropist. But the person you met, even in those brief moments, seems far more complex. There’s a darkness in him, something that the lights of this glamorous world can’t quite erase.

As you leave the gala that night, you can’t shake the feeling that your encounter with Oliver Queen wasn’t just a chance meeting. There was something about it—about him—that felt like the beginning of something, though you don’t quite know what. You tell yourself it’s probably nothing, just a fleeting moment in a world where such moments are common.

Lisbon’s greeting makes you smile. 

“You too, I’m glad you’re still kicking. With Jane as a partner I assume that you guys are basically running for your lives every other day.” 

“Hah, you’re hilarious.” He calls from his spot on the couch. You just look over with a grin. 

“So are you here to help with the Tanner case?” Vanpelt asks. 

“Yeah, Wainwright sent me the file. The FBI has been keeping tabs on him after he killed that gang member. We didn’t think he’d come back to California. I can’t say I feel sorry for some of the people he has taken down but we can’t have a citizen running around the country dropping bodies. They sent me over to help. Partly because I’m good at my job and partly because Jane pissed off Keller so he’s gonna be taking a break from the CBI for the next couple decades.” 

Lisbon sighs. 

“We appreciate the help.” 

“Always down for an exciting case. I’ll go check in with Wainwright.” 

“Alright.” 

You wave as you walk out the bullpen. 

It’s been a little over a month since your last case with the team. You have to admit that it’s never dull with this bunch. By the time you make it to Wainwright’s office you knock. He calls for you to enter and you do.

“Agent Queen, glad you could make it.” 

You nod, walking to his desk. 

“I did a brief analysis of what you guys have on the plane ride here. Have there been any more leads? Apart from his brother I see no reason for him to come back to California. As of right now his brother is in the wind, so what other angle do you think he’s working?” 

Wainwright opens the file as he stands, moving around the desk as he hands it to you. 

“From what we gather he’s going down a certain pattern. He’s targeting gangs by the level of violence. The Playboys were into trafficking. Wayman’s crew were recruiting kids and dealing in high schools. According to this he’ll be after this laundromat next. It’s a front for another gang that has recently started operating.” He points to the small map and you nod. 

“Damn, this guy is efficient, I’ll give him that. Last week we stopped a major arms deal because of his little raid. I’d thank the guy for his help if he wasn’t just popping people.” 

Wainwright nods in agreement. 

“As noble as he thinks it is, citizens taking the law into their hands is dangerous. We need to stop him.” 

Closing the file, you turn to him. 

“Just tell me where you need me and I’m there.” 

A smile makes its way on his face and the shift in his posture has you blushing just a bit. 

“I admire how passionate you are, Agent, I would love to have someone with your skills in my department.” 

You stammer.

“I-I’m sure that y-you already have a lot of qualified workers here.” 

He’s still wearing that flirtatious smile. You’ve been talking with Wainwright back and forth for the last few weeks. Mostly over the phone. Given your workload and his, it’s hard to have regular visits. That’s why he’s always welcomed the interagency collaboration. 

“Are you sure there is nothing I can do to convince you?” 

He takes a step closer and you’re a little too distracted to answer the question. 

The knock at his door interrupts and he shifts his gaze. 

“Who is it?” 

“Your favorite employee~” Jane calls. Wainwright just rolls his eyes. 

“Come in.” 

The door opens and he perks up the minute he sees you both.

“Oh, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” 

“What do you want Jane?” 

“We just spotted Tanner, Lisbon wanted to know if you were interested in taking a little field trip.” 

“Yes, I’d like to join. We’ll be out shortly.” 

“Well don’t take too long you love birds.” Jane sends another smile as he leaves. Wainwright just grumbles and you smile. 

“We should probably get going.” 

Wainwright nods, gesturing for you to lead the way. 

You all gather in the bullpen. You only slow your steps when you catch sight of a certain brunette. 

“Barry?”

He turns and you’re smiling. You practically jump into his arms. He laughs, hugging you happily. Wainwright doesn’t miss the interaction, neither does the rest of the team. 

“You two know each other?” Lisbon asks. 

“Yeah, we’re good friends. What are you doing all the way in California Barry?” 

“I was in the neighborhood shopping for Iris and then Joe told me about the case. The CBI contacted CCPD this morning. Since I was already in the area I told him I’d pop in and provide any help that I could with the forensics.”

You can’t believe it, this case is getting better by the second. 

“This is great, it feels like old times.” You say with a grin. He nods, then finally turns to the expectant gazes. It’s clear that introductions are in order. 

“Barry Allen, nice to meet you all.” He introduces.

Wainwright is the one who steps forward.

“Special Agent Luther Wainwright, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Allen. We appreciate any help. This case has become a top priority. The more hands on deck the better.” He shakes Barry’s hand and your smile gets wider. 

“Trust me, with Barry’s help this case is practically solved. At CCPD there was never a crime we couldn’t handle. “ 

You’re speaking literally considering some of the criminals you had to deal with. 

Wainwright pulls his hand away. 

“That’s great, we should probably get going.” 

“Lead the way.” Barry says excitedly. 

You giggle, locking elbows with Barry as you both head out. Jane rolls up to Wainwright's side.

“They’re close, I wonder what kind of relationship they have.” 

Wainwright brushes it off, walking out. Lisbon just sends Jane an unimpressed look. 

“Stop messing with him.” 

“But it’s so fun.” 

She just walks off. 

The drive is spent with notes being exchanged about the criminal you’re about to face.  Lisbon had advised Cho, Rigsby and Vanpelt to set up on the back entrance while the rest of you took the front. 

“Apparently he’s been held up in this abandoned factory. We’re not sure what kind of weapons he has in there. The place could be booby trapped. We need to proceed with caution.” Lisbon informs. She looks around when she notices a person missing. 

“Where did Allen go?” 

“Right here, the warehouse is clear. I handcuffed Tanner to the back door.” He’s standing at the side of the car now.

They all stare at him in shock, but you just grin. He really couldn’t help himself. Lisbon reaches for her radio. 

“I’m going in, Rigsby, Cho, cover me.” 

“Yes boss.” 

Drawing her gun, she heads off. You just smack Barry’s arm. 

“Show off, we’ve been chasing the guy for weeks and you come in and save the day.” 

“Figured the faster we got done the more time we could hang out.” He’s wearing a cheeky smile. Jane is smirking at Wainwright who hasn’t unclenched his jaw since Barry stepped into the car. 

The front door of the factory opens and Lisbon comes walking out with a disgruntled criminal. 

“We got him.” 

Cho and Rigsby are behind her as she heads for the car. 

“This was quieter than I expected. Jane usually causes some kind of chaos before we catch the perp. Good job Allen.” 

He salutes.

“No problem.” 

Wainwright is happy to report to the press that a killer is now off the street. He’s less excited when you all decide to go for lunch. You’re sitting in a booth with Barry. He’s sharing one with Lisbon and Jane. Rigsby, Cho and Vanpelt are at another.

“Iris misses you. We still have a replica of your suit at Star Labs. Just in case you wanted to come back for old times sake.” You appreciate the invitation, but you much rather chase regular criminals for the time being. 

“Maybe when I get bored. Don’t forget that you still owe me for that gracious wedding gift.” 

“What wedding gift?” 

Barry looks confused and you just smirk. A certain memory seems to play over in his head and he blushes. 

“T-That was you!” 

“Yep, you’re welcome. Just ensuring Nora’s future is all.” His face gets a shade darker and you laugh. Barry would forever be a shy adorable little dork.

~Meanwhile at Jane’s Table~

“They look pretty chummy, and he’s blushing. I wonder what they’re talking about.” Jane says.

Wainwright just ignores him, but he keeps glancing in your direction. The way you smile with Barry, he can’t help but feel a little jealous. You haven’t left Barry’s side since he arrived. The fact that he was able to subdue a criminal they’d been tracking for a significant amount of time didn’t help either. The guy looked perfect from every angle. 

Charming, attractive, clearly good at his job. 

It was infuriating. 

“If you keep grinding your teeth they might fall out.” Jane speaks casually. 

“Quit it Jane.” Lisbon hits his arm.

They spend the remainder of lunch enjoying a meal. As that comes to an end, everyone starts dividing up into cars. Wainwright assumed you would join them, but you waved them off. 

“Barry and I are going to catch up some more. I’ll meet you all back in a few hours.” Lisbon nods, jumping in. Wainwright joins reluctantly, sending you one last look as the van pulls off. Now that it’s just the two of you, your eyes turn to Barry.

“So what’s the real reason you’re here?” 

He’s been expecting the question. You both start walking down the street. 

“I saw Oliver a few weeks ago.” 

You’re not surprised. 

“I was in a tough spot and he should up, helped me see things from a different perspective. When I heard Joe talking about the case this morning I asked him to put me on it. I guess I just wanted to check in on you.” 

“I’m fine Barry, really. He came to see me too.” 

“Really?” 

You hadn’t spoken much when he’d died, Barry understood. His death shook everyone. 

“He visited me on the anniversary of his death. Thea, Felicity and I went to his grave. He was standing right there by the tombstone. For a second we thought it was a ghost, but then he told us, explained what happened, why he couldn’t stay. It was painful, but every now and then I feel him, he’s never stopped watching over me.” 

Barry looks more at ease.

“I’m glad to hear that. I know he’s proud of you. We all are.” 

He wraps a hand around your shoulder and you feel happy. 

Visits like that are always welcomed. After Barry had filled out the necessary paperwork, he was off to Central City. You’ve decided to swing by Wainwright’s office after you've completed your own. Maybe suggest a date when he’s done with his work. He should be leaving soon. 

When you step into the office, you’re a little surprised to see him staring off into space. There’s a few files on his desk, but it’s clear his focus is elsewhere. 

“Everything okay?” 

Your voice seems to bring him back. 

“Yes, everything is fine. Where is Allen?” 

“Just left.”

“I see. Well he really assisted in this case.”

“I told you, he’s good.” 

You’re wearing that smile again and he feels that tinge in his stomach. Placing the pen down he stands, and you watch as he makes his way over to you. He looks troubled. You’re not sure why. After the bust he should be jumping through hoops. Especially with the positive publicity that came with it. 

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior today. I have to admit that I was a bit riled up. You seem very close to Mr. Allen.” 

His behavior?

Puzzled, you intend to ask, but when you study his face, it becomes clear. 

He’s jealous..of Barry. 

It’s a bit laughable that he thinks that there is even anything remotely romantic going on with you and Barry. You decided against laughing, because he must have been carrying this around all day. He just needs a bit of reassurance. 

“Yes we are. Barry was really close to my brother. He’s basically family.”

Wainwright seems to understand now. 

“I see, I apologize. I just made an assumption.” 

You shake your head. You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even realized that he was jealous. 

“It’s alright. Honestly you have nothing to worry about. The only guy I’m crazy about is you.” 

The words seem to leave before you can stop them. The minute your brain processes what you’ve said, you blush. 

“I-I mean I..um well what I mean is..” You keep rambling and it only stops when Wainwright takes your hand. 

“I’m glad.” 

You stop your hurried speech altogether with a shy smile. 

“Good.” 

He suddenly looks a bit playful. 

“On second thought I might need a little more convincing.” 

His hand lifts and when he cups your cheek, you’re a bit unprepared. He licks his lips and you can feel your heart race. 

“May I?” 

It’s almost a whisper, and you nod eagerly. He closes the space instantly and your hands are quick to wrap around his neck. His hands settle on your waist, a soft hum leaving his throat as he holds you. You’ve been anticipating this for what feels like forever. Since you laid eyes on him you’ve been enamored. But you were on a case the very first meeting. You lectured yourself to remain professional. The more your paths cross the harder it is to deny that he’s attractive to you in every way. 

Now you’re finally here, nothing separating each other but the breaths you need to take in between your desperate kisses.