Hey there, random strangers! This story is just a bunch of connected "one-shots". They vary in length. I've been wanting someone to write about Iris' little meet-ups that she has with The Flash, but I couldn't find any, so I wrote my own.

Takes place mid-season one.

Enjoy. XD

Iris was following her normal late night routine in Jitters after a long day. Cleaning up the terrible mess. Chairs were in random places around the coffee shop, crumbs and coffee coated the tables and floor. And then the orangey-red light flashed around the room, and everything was spotless. A split second later, Iris was on the roof, The Flash was standing in the shadows.

"You're late." She couldn't resist the gentle tease, an inevitable smile stretching across her face.

"I didn't know we had a specified meeting time." Barry laughed back, still hidden in the shadows, but unknowingly taking a step forward.

"So, you ever going to get close enough for me to take that mask off of you?" Iris playfully continued, she enjoyed her late night rendezvous with the mysterious, and yet, not-so-mysterious man.

"Not a chance."

"Aww, I won't tell. It can be our little secret."

Barry shook his head. "As much as I would love to tell you, I have to keep you safe."

Iris bit her bottom lip. "Why continue to blur your face? It's not like I know you."

"For all you know, I could work with you."

Iris' eyes widened. "Do you?"

His soft chuckle came out sounding robotic through the vibrations, but Iris could tell he would probably have the most adorable laugh.

"Nope."

Iris gave up, for now, on prying at his identity. She knew the only way he would get closer was if her back was to him, so she turned around.

"So..." Iris continued. "Who did you save tonight?"

"Who says I save someone everyday?" He quipped. His voice was definitely closer, Iris thought maybe a couple feet away now.

"Oh cut the crap. We both know you can't help yourself."

"A kid walked out into the middle of the road." He said in a mock-defeated tone.

Iris shivered when a gust of cold wind blew on her bare arms.

"You cold?"

Iris jumped at how close he was. She could feel his breath tickling her neck. And then the smile erupted on her face. How could she not love this. His heat, his soft voice, the security she felt when he was around. Iris knew he had to be enjoying this too.

"Just a little." She responded, peering over her shoulder slightly to see his face.

It was too dark to make out his features, but at least he wasn't blurring it anymore.

"So, why come to see me tonight?" She continued with her normal small talk, just to keep him with her a little longer.

"What? I can't come see my favorite reporter without a reason?" Barry replied, a playful hurt tone in his voice.

"I'm the only reporter you know." Iris laughed.

"Okay, that still doesn't mean you can't be my favorite." Barry argued.

"You realize the definition of favorite is preferred before all others of the same kind, right?"

"Okay, so out of all the reporters in Central City, you are my favorite."

Iris grinned from ear to ear, and rolled her eyes. "Wow. Okay then, smarty."

Iris shivered again, apparently noticeably this time, because Barry took a step closer, his chest pressing against her back. He placed his hands on her arms and rubbed them up and down. He never made contact like this. The only time they would touch was if he was speeding her somewhere. Chills ran down Iris' spine, and it wasn't because of the cold. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch.

"Thanks." She mumbled.

"Like I said, I'm always here to help you." It seemed like such a cheesy line, but his tone said he was dead serious.

A mischievous thought struck Iris. She spun around on her heel to see his face.

Too slow. He was already in the shadows again. Dang.

"Better luck next time, Ms. West." Flash teased.

"The formality is really adorable and all, but just call me Iris."

"Alright, well goodnight, Iris."

He flashed away. Just like that Iris was alone on the rooftop. Hoping for just one more second with him. God, she couldn't get enough.

Iris had a hard time admitting it to herself for a while, but now it was pretty cut and dry. She had a serious crush on The Flash.