Barry finally learns Mystery Girl's name.

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Their next meeting was sooner than expected, only a few days later, and unconventional even by their standards - it was in the precinct.

Barry was on autopilot coming down from his lab, eyes only on the coffeepot that waited in the main precinct. He didn't even glance around until his cup was full and the first sip had been taken, and only then did he allow his mind to focus on something else - namely the world around him.

He was surprised to see her sitting in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs available to members of the public, scribbling on one of the clipboards provided for filling out reports and other paperwork. She must have succumbed to the cooler weather judging from the long purple sleeves covering her tattoos, and the dark jeans tucked into brown boots. The internal debate was startlingly brief before he was filling a second cup and walking over to her. She didn't appear to have noticed him, and he took a deep breath as he approached.

"I can't believe you tracked me down at work, you really are good." He kicked himself for how ridiculous he sounded, but when she looked up at him, the smile that spread across her face was so brilliant he thought sunglasses might not be a bad idea, then he kicked himself for the cheesy thought.

"I did say it was my turn. I can't take the credit, however - unfortunately, I'm here for something much more depressing than flirting with a handsome stranger." Her words were sincere, and he decided to take the opening where it was offered.

"My name is Barry Allen. It's nice to meet you..."

"Aggie Stone. It's nice to meet you too, Barry Allen." He held the second styrofoam cup out to her as he sat in the chair next to hers. "Oh! Thank you!" She took a sip, then smiled. "Black. You pass the first test."

"There are tests?" he played along. "And what's my next test?"

"Well that depends," she smiled, balancing the coffee and clipboard in one hand as she wrote with the other. "You work here? Any chance you're in the department that can get my student's stolen violin back?" She stopped writing to tuck her hair behind her right ear, revealing several hoops and studs lining the outer shell.

"Unfortunately not, I'm a CSI. My dad is a detective, though, I can see if there's anything he can do after you file your report."

"Oh, could you? That would be so wonderful - his mom barely speaks English, that's why I'm here filing the report for her. She spent all her savings on this instrument for him, I can't stand the thought of that going to waste."

"I'll ask him to make sure they know what's going on," he assured her. She smiled at him again and thanked him as she resumed filling out the report.

"So a crime scene investigator, huh?" Aggie asked, glancing up at him through eyelashes as pale as her hair. He was mesmerized by the way the blue seemed to hide behind the blond, and almost forgot to answer her.

"Yeah, uh, I really like science. I majored in chemistry and physics. And I get to help solve crimes."

"I hear that's not the only way you've been solving crimes," she said quietly, almost nonchalantly, but he saw her eyeing him from under her bangs as she signed the report.

He thought carefully before he answered. "I do like to use all the means at my disposal."

For some reason this made her throw her head back and laugh. "I bet you do, Barry Allen. So tell me - which of those means are you going to use to find me again?" She stood up without giving him the chance to answer, taking the paperwork she'd filled out to the desk and thanking the officer there before walking back to where he'd stood.

"Find you? Is it my turn again?"

"I admit, I'm not usually one for hard to get, but this is kind of fun, don't you think?" Aggie leaned in conspiratorially. "Will we, won't we? It's all very exciting."

"Or you could just give me your phone number." She smirked up at him, exaggerating her dimple, and he could tell she saw his eyes go straight to it.

"You could just look at the report I just filed."

"That feels like cheating." And it did, he realized, and when he thought about it Aggie was making this cat-and-mouse back-and-forth pretty fun. She giggled.

"At least I'm not the only one enjoying this game. Find me one more time, Barry Allen, and you can have more than just my phone number." She kissed his cheek again before turning on her heel and leaving the precinct, throwing one last smile over her shoulder.

Joe had witnessed the tail end of the exchange, and raised an eyebrow at his foster son as he sidled up next to him. "And just who was that?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Barry said without thinking about it, and it was true - one moment she was bold, the next coy, the next shy, the next wildly flirtatious. It was making his head spin in a way he liked more than he thought he would, or even should. There was one thing he knew for sure, though. "But I'm going to find out."


And her identity is finally revealed! I hope you guys enjoyed!