Caitlin was slowly driving herself crazy. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that it was Harrison who was driving her crazy. Either way, she was sick of it.

She couldn't sleep during the night just as she'd predicted earlier, going over that fantastic kiss in head, keeping it on replay, working herself up and wishing he hadn't stopped, that he hadn't left and truly not understanding the why of it all. Added to that, she actually dreaded showing up at work the next morning because she didn't even know how to act around that man anymore! Would he say something? Would he simply pretend nothing happened? But how could he when he was the one to kiss her!

She was late. And she was never late. Now even Cisco beat her, already sprawled in his chair in front of his computer, watching her closely as she made her way in silently, a cup of coffee in her hand and dark circles visible under her eyes. She'd already done her best to hide them under make up, but they still showed a little and she hated that.

"Someone's had a rough night… or maybe was it just that good?" Cisco asked the moment she sat in her chair and took a sip of the coffee, not bothering with turning her computer on.

"I wish," she just said and then nearly choked when Harrison drove into the cortex, not even deigning to look at her.

"Anything new?" he simply asked, clearly oblivious to her body's reaction as she froze, staring at him and thinking that it was just her luck. That the worst case scenario had just come true and he was simply acting like nothing happened.

Cisco shook his head, turning his attention back to Caitlin whereas dr. Wells drove away, probably heading to his office.

No, something screamed in Caitlin just then. She wouldn't just sit there, wondering what happened and why the man was acting the way he was. Maybe it was easier for him to pretend nothing was wrong, but it was! In fact, something had been very wrong for a very long time now and Caitlin didn't seem to care anymore that bringing it up could put their whole friendship in jeopardy. It was already ruined anyway, something irretrievably broken. She might as well find out the whole truth, no matter how much it would hurt.

With that in mind, she raised from her seat, leaving her coffee behind and she followed dr. Wells before she would chicken out and change her mind.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" Cisco called after her.

"Be right back," she just threw his way, passing by Barry on her way out, feeling relieved that after all, she wasn't the last one to show up for work. She'd rather not think about the fact that this was a job outside of Barry's actual daytime job…

She walked straight into Harrison's office and closed the door behind her before finally taking a deep breath and turning to face him.

"Good morning, Caitlin," he said when watching her from behind his desk. "Was there something you wanted?"

That one sentence set her nerves on fire and it did not miss his attention as her eyes widened and nostrils started to flare. He could tell her moods by now so he braced himself for what was to come. Pity she was making it so hard on him, because frankly, he couldn't sleep during the night either, finally choosing to put on his Reverse Flash suit and taunt Barry. He was pretty sure the boy was already there in the Labs, ready to call on to them to share his story. It was also a good thing that Harrison could turn off the alarm in both his office and the adjacent hallway so he and Caitlin had a few more minutes before both Allen and Ramon would start looking for them, feeling rather impatient.

Or maybe that wasn't such a good idea at all, he thought then. Because being with this woman alone just made it that much harder to follow through with his plan. And he had to. There was no going back after everything he'd already done to get to this place. He would also never expect Caitlin to find out the truth and actually forgive him.

"Are you kidding me right now?!" she finally erupted. "You're just gonna act like nothing happened? Why? Why did you…?" the word kiss somehow didn't want to go through her throat, but she knew he understood her all the same. She also hated that he was so composed and calm whereas she was losing it. "Just please, tell me why do all of that just to pretend that nothing happened? If it was a mistake, then just say it so we could go back to being friends, Harrison," she added in a resigned tone, biting on her lip, which basically indicated that she was troubled. And he hated that sight because he wanted nothing more than to speed over to her and kiss her senseless. Maybe it was a good thing that he was depleted of all his speed after the night he'd pulled and had to recharge.

"Caitlin," he said her name then and stopped, sighing heavily when taking off his glasses and rubbing on his forehead with his hand. "It's… Oh, damn it!" he suddenly cursed. "It's quite a pickle we found ourselves in."

"Harrison, please… I just… I'm just trying to understand here. We've been friends and coworkers for such a long time and there's no denying we've been… close," she finally got that out, "so I just don't get why you would make that step just to run away in the end."

"I am not running away, my dear Caitlin," he suddenly denied, his voice growing harsh and urgent when he put the glasses back on and looked her in the eye bravely as though trying to make a point. "I'm simply making a statement that you deserve so much better than this old and broken man that I am. Maybe back when I was still able to walk…" he sighed again.

"Don't give me this crap!" She fought harder to his astonishment, not letting him off the hook so easily. "You kept your distance from me back then, too!" She folded her arms over her chest, shifting from one foot to the other, waiting for him to explain.

"You had Ronnie," the obvious answer came.

"Oh, really? Because that would stop you, Harrison Wells, from taking what you wanted?" she snorted. "You are a good man, dr. Wells," she then followed with, "but I've seen you around your employees. You were merciless when they deserved it and you never hesitated to take what you wanted. How many times did we have problems with dr. McGee because you needed to be first in everything, because you were actually trying to poach her scientists?"

Honestly, right now Harrison wasn't even sure that she heard herself because what she just said had no sense. It was the biggest oxymoron ever, but then as he thought of it some more, he realized it was actually true as he'd been nothing but kind and good to her and Cisco whereas other people experienced his wrath from time to time.

"Harrison, in the end I would simply choose whom I wanted to be with. It's that simple," Caitlin told him. "And you refused to give me that choice. Just answer this question for me, please, and I'll leave you alone… Who am I to you, Harrison?"

Her eyes were boring into his and all he wanted to say was…

"You're everything."

No, he did not just say that aloud! He started panicking, but it was too late. It was the eyes. It had to be. He just couldn't hide this any longer from her because of the way she was looking at him and… He might've just put his entire plan to jeopardy, realizing in this very moment that he needed to do something about it. He just couldn't stay locked in this room with her anymore.

While she was just standing there, gaping at him, her eyes widely opened, completely taken by surprise; he wanted to turn the alarm back on, but in the end he didn't even have to because the door suddenly burst open, showing Cisco.

"Guys, seriously, what have you been doing?! Didn't you hear us calling?!"

"What's… what's wrong?" Caitlin asked after blinking a few times and turning to her friend.

"You're not gonna believe this!"


During the next few hours they couldn't even find the time to talk, too busy with handling what happened. Caitlin was still shocked with the sudden reveal coming from her boss and now she had to add the appearance of the Reverse Flash to that equation. Needless to say, it made for an interesting day.

Now they were actually planning a trap for Barry's nemesis, having found out the speedster tried to steal a device from Mercury Labs. With a little bit of luck, they could lure him into S.T.A.R. Labs and take care of him once and for all. Maybe once they had him, they would be able to prove Henry Allen's innocence and get him out of prison. But first things first, Caitlin decided, stifling a yawn. It'd already been a long day and she had to brace herself for staying in during the night as well, now hating the fact that she hadn't been able to actually sleep when she'd had the chance. Damn it! And where was dr. Wells? She looked around, finding him gone and then cursing loudly when locating him on her computer screen as she was watching the feed from the camera. The Reverse Flash was there all right and they were successful in trapping him when… when Harrison showed up and before Caitlin knew it, he was pulled in there by the monster, being brutally attacked.

"No!" she screamed when getting to her feet, watching what was happening in horror and praying that he would survive this. Because she was so not going to lose one more person in this building, much less the man she actually had feelings for!

By the time she reached the lab in which they trapped the Reverse Flash, he was gone, leaving Harrison just lying on the floor, bleeding profusely. At this moment Caitlin truly didn't care whether they would catch the monstrosity or whether she could even consider herself safe. All she cared about was helping the man on the floor.

She got to him in no time that, yet, felt like a whole eternity and she placed her shaky hand to his throat, breathing out in relief. There was a pulse.

Next thing she knew, he groaned in pain as he turned to his back, his eyes registering her hovering above him.

"That did not go well," he just said and she nearly laughed in her relief, knowing that if he managed to find some humor in this situation, it meant that his injures weren't as extensive as she initially thought.


With Barry's help, they got Harrison into a lab bed so Caitlin could treat him properly. He was trying to protest, saying he was fine, but she was having none of it. She at least had to sew the cut above his eye. Though, as she was examining him, trying not to react to the way his arms were flexing when she touched a sore spot on his skin, she did mention he should go to a hospital. She could only hope her voice didn't sound as breathless as she suspected it did because of the close proximity to him and to his skin. It made it difficult to focus and all she could think about was kissing the pain away instead of actually treating his injuries as a doctor should.

"Why?" he asked idly, still holding onto his arm with the other hand, which only made his muscles seem bigger. She shouldn't expect anything less, really as people who suffered from paralysis usually gained muscles from simply having to heave themselves up on every other occasion, but the reason did not seem to matter here at all. "The best doctor I know is right here in this room," he then said before adding, "You're not so bad yourself."

She just had to look into those azure eyes of his with a smile, forgetting what she was mad about and just being happy that he was there and would be ok.

"All right. I've finished. I'm gonna go check on Barry now. He seemed pretty banged up."

She left the room before she would change her mind. It wouldn't do her any good to start any conversation with Harrison now or maybe move further than that and actually do something. Anyone could walk in any moment and Barry did need her help as well.


By the time everyone was patched up and Caitlin couldn't even feel herself being so tired because of all the adrenaline still cursing through her veins, she noticed Harrison gone.

"Where's dr. Wells?" she asked when just standing in the entrance to the cortex, confused to why he wasn't there.

"Oh, he went home. He was exhausted after today, poor guy and it's no wonder, really," Cisco provided her with the information. "Actually, I'm gonna head home, too. It's been quite a day, hah?" He got up, stretched and headed to the exit. "Cait, don't worry. We'll get him someday," he then added when seeing her morose expression and reading it all wrong. Because despite the knowledge that she really should worry about the Reverse Flash making an appearance again, she was actually feeling disappointed that Harrison already left. Was he that proud, so he refused to let her in? She'd been in on this from the beginning anyway, so she couldn't understand why he would feel like he was diminished by his permanent injury.

"Yeah, I'm sure of it," Cait just agreed with Cisco in the end and they both headed to the exit. Only when he drove home, she didn't. She actually made a turn and ended up in the suburbs where she knew was the house of Harrison Wells.


It took him a while before he got to the door, which was no wonder, truly as he was both still sore after what happened and on a wheelchair. And she didn't care. She just wanted to make it clear that she didn't care what condition he was in. She only cared for him as a person, as a man.

He seemed surprised when he saw her standing in his door and she didn't waste any time, just letting herself in and forcing him to close the door after her and turn to her.

"I have a say in this, too, you know," she started bravely. Though it wasn't as she was risking anything. He'd already made it clear what she was to him, so it was up to her to tell him what she felt and take the next step in this since he refused to. Chivalrous ass, she thought. "And I choose this, Harrison," she continued, watching his pupils widen. "I choose this and you have no right to push me away if we both feel the same way!"

He was just opening his mouth, ready to say something to that, maybe even protest again, but she didn't give him the chance. She wasn't even sure what prompted her action. Maybe it was the lack of sleep she was suffering from, maybe the frustration altogether with the desire she'd been feeling for him for quite some time now, but she didn't care. She ended up in his lap, her arms going around his neck as she pressed her lips to his mouth and find him kissing her back.

She took him completely by surprise and he couldn't fight this anymore. In fact, he was powerless to stop her, suddenly grateful that because of his ordeal the night before and the one he pulled today his legs were pretty much useless. Otherwise she would definitely feel them move.

He kissed her back with fervor, not sparing her, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, mouth sucking. And it was fantastic. It was more than that, actually. It was everything.

And then she tore her lips away from him and stood up. He was just about to protest when she pulled her blouse over her head, standing in front of him in her black lacy bra.

That sight both drove him crazy and cleared his head.

"Caitlin, I don't think this is a good…" he started then, trying to fight, though he already knew he would lose. He had a mission. He had to get back home. Yet, she kept on making him want to stay a little bit longer just so he could be with her.

"Oh, don't pull this crap," she dismissed his words immediately. "I'm familiar with your medical charts and I know you're more than capable of having an erection despite not being able to move your legs."

Leave it to her to put it so blatantly, he thought, just staring at her in shock.

"Unless…" she hesitated. "Unless what you said before didn't really…"

"Oh, it did," he gave up, finally accepting his own damnation. "You actually had me at the kiss. God, have mercy on me," he added and then saw her smiling to him brightly before she got rid of her skirt as well and straddled him, now only in her lacy underwear.

"He better," she said before kissing him again, moving over him and he was already too far gone, feeling his pants getting too tight.

If only she knew what he really meant by that, he thought, now sucking on the pulse in her neck, his hands wandering down her back and undoing the clasp of her bra.

If only she knew she made him question everything and he actually did wish for forgiveness.

She pulled on his sweater, so he obediently raised his hands so she could take it off, running her fingers down his chest before pulling the zipper of his pants down.

If only she knew how awful a thought it was that once she found out who he truly was, she would hate him. He didn't want to hurt her, yet that seemed unavoidable.

He cupped her breasts before bringing his lips to each and sucking gently on her nipples, causing her to moan and wriggle on his laps.

He truly didn't want to let down the trust that she'd handed him over so eagerly the day they'd met. He didn't want to see the look of betrayal and hurt on her face.

She had him in her hands now, hard and ready and when he quite literally ripped the pretty panties at the seam, tired with waiting, she finally raised up and sunk down on him, earning a groan full of pleasure from the depths of his throat. She then started moving over him, being this beautiful goddess he knew he would never deserve, yet he had her now.

And he would make a good use of it. Everything else be damned.

He would deal with the rest later. Now he was finally ready to just give up, give in, be actually happy for the first time in fifteen years.

Tonight he would give her everything he had… or wished he could, he corrected his thoughts, surrendering himself to her ministrations. Because to give her everything that was in his power, he would actually have to reveal his true identity to her and that was out of the question.