A/N: This is very rushed because I have five minutes to write.
Summary: Caitlin is a closet fangirl. Barry finds her stuff.
Definitely AU.
i
"Caitlin?" I walk into the cortex. I was going to have lunch with her, as we arranged a while ago.
I find a Post-It cube on her desk.
It said, "Things To Do: Park bench, tomorrow, 11:30 am."
I don't know, maybe she had a date.
The depressing thought struck me in the head like a sandbag.
I know, I thought. Maybe it's Cisco.
So I called him.
Three rings later (which felt like an eternity), he picks up with a groggy voice.
"Hello?"
"Hey, are you meeting Caitlin in the park tomorrow?"
"No. Let me sleep." Then he hung up.
Over the course of half an hour, I called everyone I knew. Nobody seemed to know.
I sat down, lunch date forgotten.
ii.
It turned out that Caitlin's cousin (her real one) had gone into anaphylactic shock while they were driving to surprise her. She'd dropped evrything and left, including her cell phone.
Once she had her 8-year-old patient stabilised, she borrowed her aunt's phone to call me.
She rescheduled as a dinner date, which went well (well as in my feelings for her were not so blatantly obvious as to make her uncomfortable).
Which doesn't quite explain why I'm in jogging sweats and doing laps at 11am in the park.
I never see Caitlin.
Once it is 12:30, I stop.
I needed food.
And deoderant.
iii.
I don't ever ask Caitlin about it. It seems like taboo somehow.
Yet when I uncover a note that says "Bikini," I feel embarrassed.
I nearly ask her about it.
I come so close.
iv.
Screaming is what I hear when I drop by with coffee for Caitlin.
I run in.
Caitlin is on the ground, chair tipped over, yet a smile is on her face.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Oh, nothing." She smiles, giving me a warning look with her eyes.
v.
Caitlin takes a sick day.
She never takes a sick day.
So I speed over to her apartment with chicken noodle soup in a doggy bag.
I hear her clear, ringing laughter from inside.
There's no way she's sick.
So I write a message down on a receipt I find in my pocket.
Why couldn't you tell me that you had a boyfriend?
Call me cranky.
vi.
Ring.
The doorbell rings.
I open the door, dejected, to see Caitlin at the door.
As soon as I fully open the door, she walks in and kisses me.
Like full on the lips.
It takes a second, but I respond.
Eagerly.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I ask, once we needed air.
"What? No! I love anime. I was binge-watching. I write fanfics for it."
Fortuanately, Iris had gone through a similar stage, so I knew.
Everything clicked into place.
There was only one thing left to do.
"Caitlin, be mine?" I ask with puppy dog eyes.
She laughs and says yes.