This is my first fanfiction. I love to write and lately I've been obsessed with The Flash. I think that it is a great show and wish to show it. My apologies if you don't like it, and if you don't then feel free to say so. And if you do that makes me happy. This is written in first person of my OC, and if the characters seem OC then I apologize, but enough talking. You're here to read the story, so read on.

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't write for the Flash, but man do I wish he was real.

Chapter 1

Gonna be late. Can't be late.

I gotta make it on time, it's my first day!

"Hey, wait!" I shout after the bus that just pulled away, my case swinging as I wave to try and get their attention, "Come on, how hard is it to get a bus in Central City?" shouting out loud.

"Little lady, what are you screaming about?" A man about thirty-five is walking towards me. He has a trucker hat on his surprisingly well combed brown hair. He has grease stains just above his eyebrow which means he just wiped it with the handkerchief hanging out of his front pocket. The bottom of his shirt is covered in paint, cute. Well cared for boots, old but in good condition, he doesn't like to just throw things away because it's old.

"I missed my bus, and now I'm going to be late on my first day of work. Just my luck there, huh?" he smiles and asks, "How far you going?"

"I need to go to the gun store downtown, about a fifteen minute drive, and a two hour walk" he smiles and gestures behind me.

I look and see an eighteen wheeler that is bright white and blazing red. He seems trustworthy but just in case I memorize the license plate, JUM3358.

I look back at the man, he smiles, "Not a pretty public bus but she will get you there in time, if you need the ride"

He seems nice and he is kind, "What's your name?"

He smiles and contrary to popular belief, truckers do have nice teeth, "The name is George, and you?"

I smile, "My name is Makayla"

He smiles as well and holds out his hand, I see the receipt sticking out of his pocket, "Nice to meet you Makayla" I take it and he walks me to his truck, "Your carriage awaits, my lady" he holds the door to the cabin open, I place my case on the bottom before climbing in myself.

"Why thank you kind sir" he closes the door and I buckle myself in. The door on the other side opens as he gets in and looks at me, "All buckled up there?"

"Yes"

"Good because this may get bumpy" he buckles himself up and starts the engine.

It's amazing, the engine vibrates the cabin of the truck and I can feel the power of the engine underneath, which has at least 350 horsepower, possibly up to 600.

I relax for the ride and the music plays comfortably around us, until I recognize a song that I love.

"Hotel California! I love this song" George stares at me and says, "I took you more as a boy band kind of girl. You know Justin Bieber, One direction, that kind of stuff" I scoff, "You kidding me, when they come on I have to resist the urge to punch the radio. I love classic rock, Queen all the way!" he smiles and turns up the music.

We're surrounded by Eagles throughout the rest of the trip, and I ponder what will happen when I get there, who will I meet.

We're almost there, and I pull out my wallet, trying to hand a ten to George, he refuses, "It was my pleasure, it's so rare to meet someone as nice as you. Have a good day Makayla and good luck with the job" he tips his hat before getting out and walking around to get my door.

I grab his hand and he helps me out asking, "So one question, why did you ask me to drive you to a police investigation?"

I smile and say, "Didn't I tell you? I get to poke dead people" he laughs and lets go of my hand tipping his hat again as he says, "Good day, bye Makayla"

I smile and tip my head in acknowledgement, "Goodbye George, tell the kids they have a good father, she'll love the doll" his face tilts up in surprise, "How..."

I place my fingers to my lips, "Magic" he smiles and gets in the cabin, waving bye one last time before pulling away. Almost hitting one of the patrol cars on the way out, I chuckle before grabbing my case and running towards the yellow line.

"Hey you're not supposed to be here!" a big man steps in my way blocking my view of the site, "Why are you here?"

I gulp and pull out my case, getting the papers out, "Sir, I'm here on official business, I am to train under the forensic scientist of this department. A Mr. Allen, and I got a text message saying for me to come to this location" he takes the papers from my hand and flips through them for a few seconds before handing them back to me an apologetic smile on his face.

"You're good. Better get over there" I smile and duck under the line, "Thank you Detective Thawne" he looks at me questioningly, "It's on your nametag" he looks down and smiles, "So it is"

He leads me over to the scene as I look around at the damage, and the blocked off section of yellow tape that surrounds a myriad of footprints.

I walk over to the square and look at the footprints.

Three sets of prints, three men. I look at the treads and compare them, all the same set of shoes, maybe a crew. The weird thing is that they are all the same size, and judging by the distance between the marks same height as well.

How?

"Impressive, you got all that from the footprints, which you're standing on by the way" there's a voice behind me, and I bluster.

"Sorry, I'm supposed to be here, plus I tend to speak out loud" I turn and am faced with a really cute boy. Spiked brown hair, tall, lean, and looking at me with really green eyes.

You're cute. I think

"Excuse me"

I blush and say, "Did I say that out loud"

He nods, his eyes sparkling, "Yes, and thank you. Who are you?"

I try to hold out my hand to shake his, but my case is in it. I place it under my arm and take his hand in my own, "Makayla Smith, I'm here to shadow Mr. Allen. Can you tell me where he is?" he smiles.

He has a really nice smile.

"Mr. Allen, he's somewhere here," he ponders the question, "I think that you're talking to him" he smiles again and my brain short circuits.

"You're Mr. Allen" I ask and he nods, "Yes, but I would prefer if you call me Barry, Makayla" he grins and says, "So tell me how you got all that from the footprints, I'm curious"

I blush, this is the man I'm going to be following for a long time. I have a lot going for me.

I blush again and nervously smile, I then point at the prints, and he comes a little closer, his shoulder brushing mine, "O..Okay so see this here..."