"Are you serious?" Ava seethed as she entered her spacious apartment.

"Woah," Sara exclaimed from the couch, craning her neck to her partner. "Hey, babe. What's up, Gary got you down again?"

"No, but the other pests in my life do," she huffed on her way upstairs, knowing Sara would follow her to their room while she got changed. As she loosened her tie, Ava turned back around, spotting Lance in the doorway.

"You're not talking about the Le[gends]-"

"Yes, I am talking about your crew," she finished with a dramatic pull of her shirt, causing wrinkles to form. "How do you get the cases, Sara?"

"What do you mean?" Lance inquired defensively, sitting on the edge of their bed.

"Well, it just feels like whenever a high-profile case barely grazes my desk, you guys are on the mark, ready to screw up whatever my highly trained agents have been preparing for."

"Is there a "No Offense" in that?"

"Where," Ava huffed as she pulled on a thermal shirt, "where would the "No Offense" go?"

"I don't know, somewhere? I mean you have to admit that we do get the job done."

Ava squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her heart thumping loudly in her chest, "Oh my god." She felt frustrated tears well in their ducts before she snapped, "You guys always mess everything up! There are reasons why we do what we do. Why we take time to meticulously fix every anachronism even if it takes a week or two. Not to mention that out of my fifty agents, the six or seven of you cost the most. How do you manage to take up one hundred percent of my attention though you make up only ten percent of my staff?"

Sara stared at her, trying to think of her next words. "I still don't know what you mean by cases we steal?"

"How did you know about the Huns in the Korean War?" Ava brought up, pulling out her phone to recite the cases. "Or the-"

"You made a list?"

"Yes, or Elvis in Salem, Julius Caesar at Shakespeare's play," she continued to list, scrolling through the notes, "Oh, here's my favourite, you might remember, Sacagawea at Summer Camp. Ooh, or how ab[out]-"

"I get it," she interrupted.

"How else would you know about those cases, do you have some sort of mole on the inside?" she accused in a tone that was only wrested by her timing to pull on comic book graphic pajama bottoms that actually belonged to Sara. "You need to stop whatever you're doing because I really don't think I can cover for your mistakes anymore."

"What the hell do you mean by mistakes?" Sara finally snapped, "We're just picking up the slack that your lackies can't seem to even grasp at. I'm sorry if we throw you off of your cases, but- actually no, I'm not sorry! We do so much for you guys and all we get is that crap rhetoric from you, Rip, Bennett-"

"For good reason, too. Who are you to decide what is important or right?"

"Who are you to decide what's important or right? We pick up so many of those small anachronisms that usually end up being pretty damn significant, so you're welcome, sweetie." she lashed out, "Screw this, I have better things to do."

"Like what?"

"Like fix your problems, like I always do. All you do is complain about the mistakes that we make, but I guess you wouldn't understand that people can be imperfect," she spat, instantly regretting her choice of words. "I didn't mean it like that-"

"Wow, Sara," she bit back in a slightly defeated tone, "that's low," Ava choked out.

"Aves."

"Get out," she forcefully whispered, "now."

"I meant-"

"Get out of my apartment."

Stunned, Sara only muttered, "It's my apartment, too."

"Really, because it doesn't feel like that. Most couples who own a place together, live together and I can literally count the days you've been here on my hand. Maybe if you weren't always with the Legends doing illegal time travelling, I would call it ours, but-"

"Really?! Whatever, you're right," Sara seethed, "I hope you sleep well in your bed, I'll leave."

"I'm grounding the Waverider," she added.

Lance's mouth fell open in protest, eyes wide with anger as she fought back cursing her own loved one out. "You wouldn't."

"I would do anything to protect my bureau."

"I would do anything to protect time," she finished, before collecting her go-bag, ignoring Ava's laser gaze as she left.

After placing her apartment key in the small wooden dish of knick-knacks, Sara jogged down the stairs, the sound of their front door closing at her heels. The sure lock of the doorknob seemed to be the final stage in their demise, making Sara question every step she took. Being unsure was a part of her daily life leading the Legends, but in her personal life, she tended to take things to heart as she wore her emotions on her sleeves. She shaded her face from the streetlamps to prevent any tears from dropping at the slightest agitation. Once she felt she was far enough away, Sara pulled Ava's time courier from her pocket and jumped to her room on the Waverider. She went through, angrily flipping down the picture frames of her and her partner until she heard one crack. Sara gently lifted it from its place on the desk, studying the fractured glass that began to chip and scatter across the tabletop. It was a photo of them drunkenly celebrating Mallus' defeat with the Legends. She placed it back down, picking the glass off to throw away before a brisk knock on the door broke her focus.

As it slid open, Zari asked, "O' captain my captain, what seems to be the problem?"

"How did you know I was here?"

"Gideon," she nonchalantly responded, producing two bottles. "Care for a nip?"

"You know me so well," Sara smirked as she was approached.

Zari pulled away for a brief moment to point out, "Dude, your hand's bleeding."

"Is it?" she muttered, glancing at her palm. "Oh, I guess so, it's fine."

Tomaz gave her a bottle and cracked off the top, "Do you want to talk about it or get drunk?"

After looking at the label on her drink, Sara confided, "I think we're in trouble, Zari."

"What happened?"

"Ava and I are not on the best of terms right now, so she threatened to ground us."

"Like we're toddlers?"

"This is serious, we could get warrants over our heads if we fly while grounded, so you know what to do."

"Yes, ma'am," she smiled, "Um… are you sure this is the best idea, though? Why don't you wait a few days-"

"Now is not the time to reason with me, Zari. Cloak our ship before Ava seizes anything," Sara commanded as she showed her the time courrier. "I've saved us a few minutes."

"I could just scramble-"

"Cloak us, they've unscrambled us before," she pressed.

Zari got up, taking Ava's courrier as she went to work on Gideon. Sitting on the ground to work on her schematics, she heard Gideon say, "What do you think happened?"

"I have no idea," she muttered. "I just hate when they fight, it always screws things up. You ready?"

"No, but continue, Ms. Tomaz." Zari quickly cloaked Gideon's beacon, adding a few proxies to their usual safe zones before putting their ship back online. "I shouldn't tell you this, but you seem very involved in their drama-"

"I wouldn't say very involved, but what is it?"

"Sara has asked me to run a few simulations."

"Of what?"

"Of her and Ava."