Hello:P. Its Vic again:)Ok so I just wanted to say, thank you to the people who have been reading my fics, and if you have not, I would really appriciate it if you please do.Well...thats it. So thanks for reading and enjoy!

April 24, 2018

10:03 pm

Caitlin's POV

According to Caitlin, today was beyond tiring. Today was Caitlin's third day of working at the CCPD as a forensic scientist, and while she sat on her chair in her lab with piles of paper stacked in front of her ready to be sorted case by case, she realized (for the hundreth time) that she was already beyond exhausted.

Her new friends that she met at the job, Felicity Smoak and Winn Schott, both left early with a plan to "let loose and get a little tipsy,"they claimed, at a local bar and where both planning to finish up their cases early the next morning.

Caitlin, on the other hand, did want to spend a little bit more time with her friends, since she already finished her main case earlier today, but for one, she didn't want to go to a bar and have to stay up late driving drunk Felicity and Winn to their homes, and two, she needed to finish organizing her lab which she has yet to do because she has been getting so many requests to help her friends do their own things.

She sighed. "This is what I get for helping Winn and Felicity all day," she mumbled. She groaned before continuing to sort her papers to their respective cases, careful not to make any mistakes.

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Barry's POV

Barry didn't mean to stay so long. He needed to be at his parent's house for his family's weekly dinner, and he knew that he was going to get killed for coming home somewhere near 11 when he was supposed to be there no later than 9:30.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Mom is really going to kill me." he mumbled, checking his phone for any messages. He unlocked his lock screen to find that he had gotten a text not too long ago from none other than, his mom, Nora Allen.

Mom: Barry, where are you? Me and your father are wating for you! The food is getting cold.

Barry sighed. "Well I'm guessing they're still waiting," he told himself.

Barry: On my way!

After slightly grinning at his watch, he jumped up, grabbed his belongings, and sprinted from his lab upstairs to the downstairs lobby towards the elevator which was just now shutting its doors.

I can make it. He told himself, forcing himself to run even faster before the doors closed.

He could make it.

He could actually make it.

He is going to m-

Just as he was about to make it to the elevator, he crashed into a petite woman with a large cup of coffee in her hand, which is of course now, on the floor.

Oh. Barry thought.

Oh no. Barry winced.

He looked up at the woman, realizing that not only did the coffee spill on the floor, but also on her crisp, white blouse and her black blaizer- which, Barry thought, looked exeptionaly good on her.

"Great," the woman said sarcastically, looking up at Barry with a dissapproving look as she removed her blaizer, which didn't seem to protect the rest of her blouse from getting soaked by the now cool beverage.

Barry shyly rubbed the back of his neck and sighed once more. It felt like there where 5 million people staring daggers at him when in reality it was only the angry woman herself. And it didn't help that he noticed that she looked kinda cute with that look on her face.

Barry glanced at his watch. He had already been standing there for 2 minutes. He needed to hurry if he didn't want to be greeted a cold death stare from his mother and an even colder dinner.

Pull yourself together Barry, he reminded himself. He sighed and glanced at her name on the cup that was on the floor before picking it up.

"I apologize, but I'm really in a rush right now. I will make sure to buy you another coffee to replace that one tommorow."

The woman nodded, and Barry sighed in relief. "Great. I will be here with your coffee tommorow, Caitlin." Barry said, testing the name on his tongue approvingly. She nodded again in response.

He couldn't help but notice that she was slightly shivering inside her now dirty and wet blouse.

On instinct, Barry took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. Her angry stare lessened and she replaced it with a small grin. And he couldn't help but realize how beautiful she was.

He shook his head, snpping himself out of her trance before he did something he would regret.

"You can give it back when you like," he said. "Have a good night," he added, before sprinting into the elevator door and once outside with no cameras or pedestrians watching, speeding to his parent's house, with Caitlin's coffee cup in hand and her face in mind.