"Did you catch Cold?" Joe handed Barry a file when he walked in. Barry grabbed it and headed for the stairs sighing and shook his head. Joe caught his arm and looked at him, "What happened?"

"There was a distraction, a possible new meta," He admitted and started up the stairs. He was halfway up when Joe called out to him again, "Remember new CSI today!" That was right, Barry thought, the girl from Starling City who graduated from Midway. He felt a pang of loneliness when he thought of Midway, he thought about Patty starting class and unpacking her apartment alone.

There was a girl standing in the middle of the room when he walked in. She had bright blonde hair that was loosely tied next to her right shoulder. She had fair skin, peach colored cheeks and thick black framed glasses. She was shorter than Barry even with the heels she was wearing. The top she wore was a sheer olive green and she work black skinny jeans. The ends of her jeans were covered by the brown heeled boots she wore. "Uh, Claire?" turning on the ball of her left foot Claire looked at Barry, she smiled. Her eyes, Barry noticed, were a light gray compared to his own hazel ones.

She stuck her hand out and walked toward him, "You must be Barry, I didn't want to touch anything till you got here." The news of a new CSI came in last week, Barry had started cleaning up and organizing things a bit more when the new desk came in. Which he pointed at, it was sitting opposing his, "That is your desk, all nice and clean of my mess." She chuckled and picked up a box that was sitting by the open door and set it on the stained oak.

"I hear things are a little more hectic here then in Starling City." It had stretch towards a half and hour before she attempted a conversation, she was slowly organizing her desk and files.

"Oh yeah," Barry who had moved to his desk was typing on his computer, finishing a report from the night before. "New threats," He called out towards her.

"Meta-Humans," he stopped typing and looked up at her, "That's what they are called, isn't it?" She put the empty box on top of a tall filing cabinet, when she reached up her shirt hiked up exposing her skin and and a large pink scar. Barry saw a glance and asked before he knew what he was saying.

"Is there something on your back?" She turned and looked at him tucking her undershirt back into her jeans.

"Just a scar from a," she started to seem distracted and Barry watched her, "uh, um an accident."

Barry felt bad for asking, he hadn't even known her for an hour before he was getting into personal questions, "Oh, I'm sorry." He shook her head at him and smiled, "It's the past now," After that they fell into a mutual silence. She started to hum music and would stop, the awhile later Barry would start to hum himself a different tune. They switched back and forth between different tunes, some that Claire hummed he knew, such as '9 to 5' by Dolly Parton or 'Landslide' by Fleetwood Mac. She placed titles to a few songs he hummed, 'Seasons of Love' from the Rent musical and 'Stitches' by Shawn Mendes. After Barry stopped humming she moved onto a new song, but instead of humming she started to mumbling the lyrics, catching the attention of her coworker.

"Marry the man today," it was soft and the words mixed together but Barry listen intently, fingers hovering over the keyboard,"trouble though he may be." Her voice became clearer.

"Much as he likes to play, crazy and wild and free," Her voice was soft and she hit each tune perfectly. Each word she sang flowed softly into the next, legato, he reminded himself was the term that described how smoothly her words flowed together. "Marry the man today, rather than sigh in sorrow, marry the man today, and change his ways tomorrow."

"What is that from?"

She turned and looked at him, "Hm?"

"The song you were singing, what was it from? I haven't heard it before," He was leaning back in his chair now. His hands were resting in his lap thumbs swirling around each other.

"I didn't realise I was singing aloud," a blush formed on the apples of her cheeks, "it was from a musical released in 1950 on Broadway, 'Guys and Dolls'." She was thumbing through paper and started humming where she left off. He opened his mouth but he was cut off by his phone ringing. It was Joe, calling him to bring the new girl to the crime scene.

She had grabbed her coat before he could tell her who it was. Grabbing his jacket he followed her out. She had a car and offered to give Barry a ride. The drive was only ten minutes including the three stoplights that they hit. The radio was on and their conversations was small, Barry pointing out the best Chinese place and Jitters the most popular coffee shop.

The house was in the suburbs, it was two stories with tan shading and white trim. Bushes were trimmed in a rectangular shape lining the sidewalk that several cops decided to stop and talk. She walked past at least two groups of neighbors talking before she finally made it to the door her case tailing behind her in her hand. Barry had stopped to talk to Joe West asking questions, instead of stopping with him she decided he would catch her up on the scene.

There were three bodies on the floor. A woman was the furthest from the front door by the kitchen her blood had traveled the grout in the tiles until is hit the carpet. A small boy sharing the same blonde curls as his mother, was lying perpendicular to his mother. Both had a gunshot wound in their chests, the woman had more bullets hole than the child. Finally there was a man, he was closest to the main hallway, he was lying his right hand out holding a gun.

Claire placed her case down and pulled a pair of white vinyl gloves on to her hands. Barry had finally made his way into the house taking in the scene the same she had, he set his case close to the women. "Joe said the father killed the mother, the kid, then himself." He walked over pulling a pair of gloves on his hands and kneeled down beside her.

"Yeah it should be an easy case," Joe had made his way into the house but she shook her head at him.

"No," She grabbed the gun moving it out of his grip. "The gun was placed in his hand after he was shot, it would have dropped out of his hand before he landed." She tilted his head looking at the gunshot wound, the hole angled upwards. Finding the exist she showed it to the two men above her, " If he shot himself in the head it would be level. Someone shorter than him shot him."

"Maybe he was holding the gun at an angle," Joe countered. Barry had picked up the gun, there was splatter more on the left side than the right meaning it was held with a right hand, he shared his findings with his new partner.

"He was left handed," She pulled his left hand up to the two men, "There's a callous here from holding a pencil." She stood up and looked at the wall, "the splatter wouldn't be as significant," she pointed to the white walls.

Barry moved to where the man would have been standing when he was shot. Claire looked were the blood splatter had hit and took into account for the speed of the bullet. Pointing towards her case she turned to Joe, " There's a laser pointer in my case, can you grab it and arrow it down with the same angle of the gunshot wound." He followed her instructions and when the light hit her at nose level.

"How tall are you?" Barry asked walking next to her.

"I am 5'10."

"The shooter was," he pulled her arms up and moved them to fit the angle, to do so she had to bend down making her seem at least four inches shorter, "About 5'6."

"He was shot first, taken by surprise, but it worked in the shooters favor." Still crouching she turned and pointed towards the spots the other two victims were standing based on the blood splatter. "The shooter didn't walk any further into the house than this spot, there was no need. Whoever did this came her to kill them. You probably won't find any evidence on the body."

"What's that on the floor?" Barry and Claire both looked down, between them was a small distorted rectangle.

They both crouched down, "I think it's dirt," Barry replied turning and grabbing Claire's case seeing as it was closest to him. "What is it from?" He was digging for a bag and tool to scrape up the material when she asked.

"Uh," he turned back and stopped. His head tilted to the side and he looked at Claire, not at her but what she was wearing. Heels, "I think the shooter was a woman," he cleaned up the dirt and folded the envelope when he got a call. Cisco's image popped up and he looked at Joe. Normally he would say it was Flash related but there was a new person and that changed things.

"Something wrong?"

"I have to go. A friend needs me," Claire nodded and replied that she would look around some more and let him know what she found. Barry had walked out the door and walked down the block until he determined he was far enough away before he dashed off to STAR Labs.