Oliver had been escorted around the station by Captain Singh for the past couple hours, making notes of things that could use upgrading (Felicity and Ray would cry over their outdated computers and network setup), or simply replaced (to be honest he thought the whole station could use an interior makeover with its sad and worn out 1980's decor). A call from the mayor had pulled Singh away, leaving Oliver on his own for a little while to look around.

Paying little mind to the conversations around him, and ignoring the leers some of the cops kept casting his way (though he really couldn't figure out the reason for their attitudes), he finally found Joe at his desk, piled high with files and documents. Taking a seat next to his desk while he waited for Joe to finish his call, he closed his eyes, once again wound up listening to whispered conversations going on around him, too many of them mentioning Barry it seemed. Scowling, he opened his eyes as Joe called his name.

"What can I do for you, Oliver? Or maybe I should call you Mr. Queen while you're here?" Joe's eyes sparkled with laughter as Oliver wrinkled his nose at the question.

"Please don't. Oliver is just fine for you guys."

"So, what can I do for you? I see the captain left you on your own to snoop around."

"He got a phone call from the mayor; I figured it was more important than playing tour guide. Especially since I know you." It was Oliver's turn to laugh as Joe rolled his eyes. "I was just wondering if you could show me where Barry's office is? It's getting close to lunch time and I figure he's probably about to starve, especially if he was running late this morning."

Joe shared a knowing look with Oliver at Barry's bad habits, leaving both of them smiling. "Sure, come on. It's on the top floor, the skylight in there is how the lightening got to him."

Oliver couldn't remember if he'd known that or not, a small frown tugging at his lips. "And he doesn't have any problems working there after that?" Following Joe through the bullpen and upstairs through more desk space, he wondered if they had sealed off the opening after the accident.

A surprised yelp and the sound of several small thuds had the two men hurrying around the corner of a nearby corridor, the two freezing in their tracks at the site before them. Oliver grinned as he watched the slender figure on his hands and knees scrambling to pick up scattered papers, cheap slacks pulled taught over a perfectly formed ass.

Joe glanced over at Oliver and scowled, rolling his eyes. "Oliver."

Oliver coughed and covered his smile with his hand. "Sorry, Joe, I'd know that as...um, figure anywhere."

"Uh huh."

"What I don't understand is how someone with his...abilities...is still such a klutz."

"There are some mysteries I don't think we'll ever understand."