It was information overload and his mind was working a mile a minute trying to fit all the puzzle pieces together. What was being revealed on this flash drive was like pieces of a puzzle that still needed to put together, and they still didn’t know if they were missing pieces until they put together what they already had. Oliver’s eyes had glossed over as he lost himself in his own thoughts as his brain worked to try and make sense of it all. He could grasp at straws and play the guessing game, but until he could access more of what was on this, that’s all it would be: educated guessing.<br/><br/>Distractedly, his attention flickered back up to Gen’s face in time to catch sight of the smirk she wore after his stream of cussing before it returned, transfixed, back to the folders in front of him. He opened a few folders at once, one being named Temporary Locations, Locations, and then Places of Interest. These were also filled with images as well as their own encrypted documents with what he assumed were the detailed accounts of the pictures that were available inside the folder. “Juan was an old colleague of Nate’s and mine fresh out of cop school. He died a few years ago. The report on him says that it was a car crash, but the biopsy came back on Juan that he wasn’t under the influence of anything, there were no witnesses, and there were no other parties involved. I suspect foul play – but the case was closed with very little investigation and not really any questions asked. It was about the name for Nathan’s case. I pushed my sister’s case, but didn’t get too far with that either. And now Nathan’s dead and they’re saying it was friendly fire. Gen, I think there’s something that’s bigger than the local police department going on here.”<br/><br/>He stated the obvious but saying it out loud helped to bring the realization home. Absently still, he reached over when her hand came to rest on his forearm, his own larger mitt covering her smaller one. His fingers curled around her hand to give it a gentle squeeze, then loosened to simply rest there with his thumb stroking the backs of her knuckles. He spoke again, his voice quiet as he finally pushed himself away from the computer screen. His hand had followed hers all the way down the length of his arm until her hand rested on his. He flipped the hand that had settled on the mouse so that he could twine his fingers with her own, his other hand lifting to slide through his hair, mussing it as he tilted his head up to look at her. “If I had to guess,<i>Potentials </i>could mean two things: people who are a danger to whatever this organization is. Or Potentials could be people who are<i>in </i>danger. The real question is: Was Nathan one of the good guys or bad guys?”<br/><br/>He gave her hand another squeeze when she moved to pull her phone free, his look turning skeptical as he listened in on her conversation with this<i>Mac</i>character. From the echo of the voice he could hear on the other line, it was a girl that she spoke with, which only raised his heckles higher. Letting the wheels of his computer chair roll him back, Oliver pulled himself back up to stand, eyes locked on her own. Even though he wanted to be irritated that she was inserting herself in a dangerous situation like this, he couldn’t help the shadowy of a grin that popped up on his face as he watched her dark eyes dance. It looked like they would both have to watch it if they were going to remember that this was no game.<br/><br/>And yet he dared to pull himself closer to her while she was on the phone. He eased himself up behind her, their hands still connected, until he had draped one arm around her shoulder, across her chest, to rest against her abdomen. It wasn’t until she had ended the call and looked at him with an expression that wasn’t innocent at all that he dipped his head down to whisper in her ear. “Genevieve, what are you up to? This isn’t a game.” Except his lips lingered a little longer, hovering over her tan skin while he breathed in her scent.