*Full summary and Additional Background*
Rebecca is the daughter of Malcolm Merlyn. Her family dynamic isn't great, but with Oliver and Tommy, they've created their own. However when Oliver is lost at sea, and things get messy again. She leaves to go to college near Central City to become a forensic scientist, intent on helping others. There she befriends Barry Allen and Iris West who have their own adopted family. Once they graduate, she plans to stay there to escape the situation that awaits her at home. However when Oliver is found, she realizes she needs to go. Back at home, Oliver is different and after she hears about the vigilante, she puts two and two together and confronts him. Trained by Malcolm as a child, she decides to help him. But as time passes she realizes that she misses the simplicity of her life in Central City. She leaves Starling and takes a job as a forensic scientist, working with Barry, occasionally helping out team Arrow when needed. Then the Particle Accelerator explodes.

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I flung my hand my hand around blindly on my nightstand, knocking off my glasses and god knows what else until I found it and brought it to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked, blinking my eyes against the light shining through my window. I really need some better curtains.

"Rebecca?" The voice on the other side asked.

"Yes?" Why was Joe calling me? I'm not supposed to be at the station until 9...I glanced down at my watch and immediately jumped out of bed. "Shoot, Shoot, Shoot."

"Figured out what time it is?" He said, and I could hear the laugh underlying his words.

"Yes! Oh shit, I'm going to be late again, as if the captain wasn't already pissed off at me." I said, hopping into a pair of jeans.

"Well, lucky for you, there's been a bank robbery with an accompanying homicide today and you're needed at the scene in 15 minutes. The captain has been so wrapped up that he didn't even notice you were missing."

"Thank God for criminals," I commented, putting on a button-up shirt and pulling a sweater on over it. "I'll see you in ten minutes. Need me to grab you anything on the way?"

"Nope. Bye"

"Bye," I said, ending the call and shoving my phone into my back pocket. I ran to the bathroom brushed my teeth and brushed out my light brown hair; I didn't have time to do anything to it, so I settled for throwing it into a ponytail before slipping my feet into a pair of brown knee high boots, grabbing a jacket and heading out the door.

The Bank that was robbed happened to be close to my apartment, which was a little concerning; but if the murder that happened in the back alley behind my apartment didn't put me off, I doubted this would. It was only about a five-minute walk to the bank and I was there with plenty of time. Once I was there, Joe got me up to speed. Mardon brothers are back. Bank was robbed. Security guard was shot in the chaos. A regular Monday.

However, as I went to examine the evidence I noticed a certain lack in personnel. Barry. I rolled my eyes and grinned a little, leave it to Barry to be late. I grabbed my phone and called him. After ringing twice, he answered, sounding a little out of breath.

"Hello?"

"Barry, where are you?" I asked, skipping the formalities. We'd been friends for years so there was no point.

"I'm still about 5 minutes away. You got any bright ideas for this week?" He asked.

"Well, honestly anything was better than your car excuse the other week. Seriously, Barry, you don't even own a bike, let alone a car."

"I know, but I panic. Not all of us are natural liars like you. Now did you just call to insult me or are you gonna help?"

"Okay, okay. Umm…" I thought for a moment before continuing. "You have a camera on you right? The one from the Lab?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Okay, just have the camera out when you get here, I'll handle the rest," I told him, turning to glance at Joe and another officer talking.

"Thanks, Becca, you're a lifesaver."

"Anytime."

I hung up and went over to look at the body. The security guard was early forties, hair was slightly graying and judging from his overall body shape was probably not doing much exercise outside of standing guard at the bank. Gunshot wound through the chest, guessing by the size I figured it was a 9mm handgun. The bullet didn't go through the body so not shot from close range… My thoughts trailed off as I heard Captain Singh approach Joe and the other officer. As they explained the situation at hand, I glanced around for Barry.

I was brought to attention when the Captain asked if CSI had been over the scene.

"Rebecca has examined the body and I believe she's determined COD..?" He said, turning towards me.

"Yes, I believe the man was shot by a 9mm Handgun, at a distance, because if you look at the body you can see that there isn't an exit wound. He died from blood loss, and from what I can tell, the bullet broke a couple of ribs which pierced his heart. For any specifics I'll have to get him to the lab, though." As I was finishing up, I saw Barry moving through the crowd and over to us. "I don't know much about the tire track though, that's more of Barry's Domain, right?" I asked him as he stepped over to us, causing the others to turn and look at him.

"Right. So let's get to it" He said, heading towards the tracks.

"Hold up, Allen did you think I wouldn't notice that you're late? Again." The captain asked, irritation written all over his face.

Barry opened his mouth to speak but the captain continued, "What was it this time? Forgot to set your alarm clock? Before you answer I'd like to remind you that the last excuse you gave last time was car trouble. Wanna know why that one was memorable?"

"I do not own a car." Barry sighed.

I saw Joe about to step in, but I intervened first. "Sorry captain, I forgot my camera at the Lab and Barry had to run by and grab it for me. It's really all my fault that he's late."

The Captain looked at me for a moment before turning to Barry, "Is that true?"

Barry nodded furiously and handed me the camera.

"Well, then I guess you're off the hook this time Allen, although in the future, Mrs. Merlyn," He turned back to me, "you should strive to be less forgetful."

I nodded and Barry moved passed me to the tracks with a whispered thank you as he pulled on gloves and examined the evidence.

I tuned out the rest and as everyone finished up, began to make my way back to the lab, my work here was done and I needed to finish up the report from our previous case.

As I walked I felt my phone buzz in my pocket; I pulled it out and checked the caller ID, Felicity. I slid my finger across the screen to answer and put the phone up to my ear.

"Hey, Felicity."

"Hey Rebecca, how are things in Central City?"

"Pretty good, Barry got back this morning all in one piece, which is good."

Felicity laughed, "Yep, although I have a feeling Oliver wasn't his biggest fan, at least not at first, but he seems to have warmed up to him."

" Typical Barry, it's hard to find someone who doesn't like him. Anyway, how are things in Starling?"

"Well, not as good as in Central City. Oliver was having some ghost issues, someone from the island."

"Oh gosh," I ran a hand over my face, "Do you want me to come and help?"

"No, I think we're good now, but we might need you later on. Things are getting worse here, I'm not sure what Oliver has told you about the mirakuru but Roy's been injected with it. Oliver isn't happy with it, but Roy is still alive for now."

"Wow, yeah. Not good, not at all. Are you sure you don't want any help? I can be there in a couple hours."

"I think we can handle it for now, but if we need help you'll be the first person I'll call."

"Okay, well I'll be there this weekend anyway to catch up, so I'll see you guys in a couple days."

"I'm looking forward to it Becca."

"Me too, well bye Felicity. Be safe."

"I always am," She said, a teasing note in her voice, "Bye."

I hung up as the station came into view. I rode the elevator up to the top floor and exited into the hustle and bustle of the officers moving from desk to desk like a bunch of honeybees. Letting out a half laugh at the image of the cops with antennas, I headed up the side staircase to the Lab. Once I entered I plopped down in the rolly chair turned to face the window. I had left Starling after Tommy had died but that didn't mean I never missed it. I certainly wasn't overly excited about what it had become, but I did like thinking about when I was kid and Tommy, Oliver, and I spent almost every waking moment together. Then as we got older Tommy and Oliver, two years older than me, began to do things on their own.

Left by myself I tried to make more friends but I was manipulated for my money and I got into a couple a fights, which prompted Malcolm to start training me. BY the time I was 17 I was a black belt and trained in many of the same ways Malcolm himself had been trained.

It was around this time that Oliver and Tommy invited me back into their group. Then when I was 18, Oliver and I tried dating for a couple months but it didn't work out. Oliver was a good person but it was obvious to me that he was cheating on me. Tommy didn't know thank gosh, but I broke up with Oliver and stayed single. Then Oliver was lost on the gambit. I shuddered, at the memory of think that one of my best friends was dead.

"How'd you get here so fast?" Barry asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I turned to watch him move over to the desk, throwing his jacket on a nearby table.

"Because, unlike some people, I can get to places on time and get my work done." I teased, a smile gracing my features.

"Haha. But really, thanks for having my back today Becs." He replied, moving over towards the computer.

"Anytime, although you could shake things up and be on time for once," I told him as I watched him plug the camera into the computer and begin to print the photos.

"Nah, besides I think you like the challenge of thinking up different lies for me." He teased, lightly bumping his shoulder into mine.

We got to work after that and once we had all the pictures printed out for the evidence folder, I left to go examine the body downstairs. It certainly wasn't my favorite part of the job, but it was the only way I could work in Central City, so here I was. As I left I saw Iris heading up. I gave her a smile and waved as I passed, which she returned. I was fully aware of Barry's huge crush on Iris, and although I disapproved, Barry wouldn't listen. I knew Iris didn't feel the same way about him, every time I watched them together it was obvious that Iris only thought of him as a brother. One night a month ago I had taken him to a restaurant, just the two of us, and explained to him that I thought he should move on before his heart got broken any more. I'd never seen him angry before, but it was clear that he wasn't happy with me even suggesting that he give her up. Ever since them, I let him deal with Iris however he wants, it was his choice after all.

Once I entered the morgue I pulled on a pair of gloves and got to work.