Author's Note: So this is a Spitfire fanfic inspired by Arrow and The Flash :) I hope it's not too bad even though it's my first fanfic. This is an AU where Artemis and Wally are best friends for 5 years and work as Artemis and The Flash together. Artemis' archery skills still come from her father, but I'll get into that later. Rated High T for violence. Leave a review?

I do not own Young Justice or anything else besides the plot.

Silent Pining

She likes the way they just look at each other, reading the others thoughts. She often bit her lip when they did this. It helped on missions. They rarely talked during their time as The Flash and Artemis anymore. They didn't need to. She stood there, thinking about their mission the previous night. They had traced a local drug dealer to a warehouse, but were disappointed when the only people there were their dead bodies lying on the floor. She couldn't stop thinking about the look in his eyes, or the- "Um… Artemis? You there?" Wally said as he waved his hand in Artemis' face. She woke up from her trance and saw Wally there, a usb drive in one hand. She realized that he had asked her to come up to his lab a few minutes ago.

"Need me to decrypt that?" Artemis asked. Wally nodded and extended his hand to give her the drive. Their fingers briefly touch, which triggers butterflies in Artemis' stomach. Wally can see a small smile form on her face.

"What's got you so happy?" Wally asked, knowing Artemis Crock smiling was a rare occurrence.

"Just thinking about a funny cat video I saw earlier." she lied, her face back to its regular emotionless state. Wally knew she was lying, but decided to let it go. He thought back to the mission from previous night, how the drug dealers laid there. Their throats all slit. Crimson blood forming what seemed like oceans. Someone dangerous had come to Central City. Wally was still new to the superhero business and had never seen anything like it. He thought that the new criminal must of mistaken Central City for Star City. Recently, they weren't the only one.

"Where's the drive from?"

"We found it chasing after Barton Mathis. He must of dropped it."

"The Dollmaker? How did he escape from Iron Heights?"

"He was in a coma, healing from his Canary inflicted injuries. Then yesterday, when he woke up, he made a run for it."

"Sounds like something we should take care of."

Artemis checked to see if anyone had heard her, forgetting that she was in Wally's lab. She reminded herself that she was just Artemis Crock, a regular CSU technician working for the Central City Police Department. She was new to her job, as she'd previously worked at Star Labs as a bioengineer before the night of the particle accelerator. Her best friend of 5 years (at the time) was being taken care of at Star Labs after he'd been struck by lighting and entered comatose. When he woke up, her boss Harrison Wells decided that it would be best if Artemis kept a closer eye on Wally. So she took up a recently vacated job as a CSU tech at the CCPD, where Wally worked as a CSI.

"Relax, even if someone heard we would be fine. Police department remember?" he said.

"I'm going to get working on this." she said holding up the usb drive.

"See you tonight?" he asked.

"You bet." she assured him as she walked out of the lab.

Artemis walked up to their base of operations, a vacant Star Labs. Everyone had cleared out and moved to a new location, leaving the perfect place for the two heroes to work every night. It still looked like a regular Star Labs because their base was located behind a fake wall that only certain people had access to. She placed her hand next to the concealed door and a large opening appeared next to her. In the room, two glass cases with dummies designed to their individual biometrics showed off their uniforms. There was a large amount of computers for Artemis to do her hacking on, and shelves for all of her combat equipment. Artemis sat down in the very comfy chair and started to look for possible missions for them that night. She heard the door open. Quickly grabbing the gun on the desk, she turned around and was relieved to see it was just Wally. Before she could say anything, Wally had pinned her to the ground. "What the hell, Wally?" she groaned.

"Sorry I saw the gun and just started running." They were still on the ground. It was definitely awkward, but they didn't say anything to each other. Artemis looked at his eyes. They reminded her of Spring, the way that they were so green. And his hair. The floppy red mess of hair reminded her of the leaves you would see during the Fall. "Liking what you see?" he asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows. She let a small chuckle loose.

"Not even if you were the last man on Earth." she answered. Artemis knew that wasn't even close to the truth, but Wally didn't have to. "Now can I get up?" Wally stood up and she followed. "So, you feel like investigating further into last night's mission?" she asked the speedster.

He remembered the bodies lying on the floor. He didn't want to see something like that ever again and he sure as hell was going to make sure it wouldn't happen again. "Definitely. You got anything?"

"Not yet. I'm going through traffic and security camera footage to see if I can find anything. Whoever this is shorted out all cameras within a 5 block radius of the warehouse." she said while skimming through the footage.

"Wait- pause it." Artemis paused the footage. "Look at that." he pointed to an orange blur sitting in a car. "Who's that?" he asked. She zoomed in on the blur and enhanced the footage.

"Even with enhancing, I doubt the facial recognition software will work."

"This is Delta-Charlie 52. Requesting immediate backup. Over." a voice spoke from one of the computers. Wally and Artemis exchanged a quick glance.

"Can you get his location?" Wally asked.

"Already got it. He's at Star Labs." Artemis said while packing her things.

"What do you think he wants?"

"Let's go find out."

So, how was that? I feel somewhat satisfied with it. Sorry it's so short. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them.

- laurelsmoak