News of the new meta spread quickly and, to Len's misfortune, so did the story of his impromptu flying session. He came into work one day to find figures of Hawkeye and Falcon decorating his desk with a little plaque proclaiming them his 'Bird Bros'. Another day he came in to find a toy plane with the message 'Next time take a plane' written along the side.

It's been three weeks and there hasn't been any sighting of the new meta which means she's either the type to lay low and hope she's not found out as a meta, or she's lying low while she plans something. There's a sketch of her in the file of confirmed but unidentified metas for the police to try to track so it will only be a matter of time before they find her either way.

"I bet I know what you're thinking of. Or rather, who you're thinking of."

Len doesn't bother to look up from the file he's holding as Lisa leans against the side of his desk. He doesn't need to look up to know she is smirking. "I'm currently trying to figure out how to track our newest menace. Last night our friend stole four ATM machines."

Lisa scoffs. "You haven't flipped a page in over ten minutes and your eyes haven't moved from whatever they're focused on for the last five. You're worrying over that Meta again."

"With reason. How many Metas have we met who were content to stay hidden?" He reminds her, eyes drifting pointedly to their wall of wanted Metas, as well as the stack of pending files.

"Oh, I'm sure there are plenty of Metas who are happy to stay hidden. Nothing like there being a task force made specifically to hunt you down to make you feel all safe and secure. Or make you fear for your life even more, not to mention all the strange looks people will give you once you come out and the prejudice you'd face over being so different. I'm betting coming out as a Meta will be way scarier than coming out as being gay. I mean, unless you're gay too, in which case I feel so sorry for them. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, of course! Just that some can find it hard to come out and some really don't handle others in their life being gay. I'm not personally, either of those, though there was this time when I– oh my god, I need to shut up. You totally don't need to hear any of that and why didn't you shut me up?"

Len looks up to see a blonde woman standing beside Lisa, head tilted back so she's staring straight up at the ceiling. He notes that while a little tight the woman's skirt suit clearly marks her as being from the business district instead of the usual lackey from legal. Though the purple glasses and bright pink heels and lipstick are a tad unorthodox.

"It's so adorable that you think telling you to shut up would actually work," another woman laughs. "And last time I tried putting a hand over your mouth, you licked me."

"I was drunk," the blonde hisses behind her. "Drunk me and sober me are two completely different mes and I thought we were supposed to be friends. Friends don't let friends embarrass themselves in front of cops."

The other woman coos as she comes into view. Len takes her in just as quickly, from the vibrant green eyes and full lips painted a warm cinnamon that are pursed in a teasing smile, to the dark brown hair braided tight and twisted into a bun. Unlike her friend, the brunette is dressed more befitting their line of work. A short-sleeve green button down tucked into black jeans that are form-fitting without being so tight they're painted on, and which are in turn tucked into a pair of boots that while worn enough are still obviously new.

Lisa is smiling as she points to the brunette, "Len, this is Alina Wynters, she's the new assistant forensic scientist. She will be handling the regular cases while I focus on the meta cases. Alina, my brother, Leonard Snart."

The brunette's lips stretch into a full smile as she holds a hand out to Len, motioning to her companion with the other. "Nice to meet you, Detective Snart. This is my friend, Felicity Smoak."

Len has to give the blonde points when she squares her shoulders and smiles professionally as she shakes their hands, all signs of embarrassment gone. "Hi, sorry about that, I sometimes forget to think before speaking. We're here to see your captain, David Singh?"

"The Captain hasn't made it in yet," Len informs them, pointing them towards Singh's office. "You're welcome to wait for him, he shouldn't be much longer."

Alina thanks him and they've only take a few steps when she hears someone call out to Felicity. They turn to catch sight of Barry's foster father standing with two other detectives.

"Joe– sorry, Detective West? Mr. West?" Felicity smiles a touch too wide, eyes darting to Alina when she recognizes one of the men. "What are you doing here?"

"I work here?" Joe raises an eyebrow but doesn't overly react. Everyone has mentioned at one point or another how Felicity is like the female version of Barry. "And I've told you, go ahead and call me Joe."

Felicity laughs awkwardly, "Right, of course. Sorry, don't know why I'm surprised really, just not used to seeing you outside of STAR Labs. Not that it's not good to see you without Barry as the buffer or–"

"Sorry, she didn't get a lot of sleep last night and is running on caffeine right now." Alina jumps in to save her from further embarrassment. She holds a hand out to Joe. "Alina Wynters, I'm transferring here from Starling to start as the new assistant forensic scientist until Barry gets back. Felicity decided to accompany me so I wouldn't feel completely lost in my new surroundings."

Joe accepts her hand, smiling at the fact that she said when, not if. "You a friend of Barry's as well?"

"I only met him in passing, but I've heard a lot about him from Felicity so I'm looking forward to meeting him myself."

One of the men shifts and Joe clears his throat and steps aside to introduce them. "Sorry, this is my partner, Eddie Thawne." A perky blonde with a smile worthy of a toothpaste ad bounces forward to shake both of their hands. "And this is Floyd Lawton. His partner is floating around here somewhere but Floyd is the one you'll be hoping to deal with out of the two."

Joe adds the last part in an aside and Alina laughs along with the others, watching as Felicity sighs out a breathy 'hi' and blushes brighter than her lipstick when Floyd presses a kiss to the back of her hand.

"And that's enough for now," Alina laughs as she leads Felicity away.

"But, 'Lina," Felicity whines softly.

Alina laughs again and waits until they are in Singh's office before she faces her again. "I can only take so much fluff this early in the morning. If you really want to see if you two work as well as Overwatch and Law, pass him one of your business cards on your way out."

Felicity perks up at the thought but then deflates with a pout, "The only business card I have is Oliver's."

"So write your info on the back," Alina shrugs. "Might work better actually, that way he knows it's a personal interest and not professional."

They lapse into silence while they wait for Singh to arrive, though with Felicity that can only last for so long. She's watching the bullpen, as cops come and go, some escorting people in handcuffs and others carrying travel mugs of coffee. "Why do you want to join the CCPD?" Felicity sighs. "Why not do something less handcuffy? If you're planning to be a vigilante, working for the police is not the best idea!"

"Not the best idea, but it is the best opportunity," Alina answers by route. They have had this discussion practically daily the last two weeks. "I actually went to college for this and it'll be nice to not only use my degree but for my norm side to be of use for a change."

"You could just stay in Starling," Felicity tries to wheedle. "The turnover there is so high that they pretty much have an open registration going. They're desperate so they won't look too closely."

"Central is my home," Alina laughs because honestly the turnover in Starling is ridiculously high. "And while everything looks good right now, I want to keep an eye on the task force."

Felicity groans again, a whine evident. "I can keep an eye on them from Starling."

"It won't be the same," Alina tells her gently. "And somehow I doubt Oliver is accepting applications right now. He and Shado are still getting used to Roy, Laurel, and Digg being in the field with them. Besides, doesn't Central deserve its very own vigilante?"

Felicity lets out another grown and Alina can't help smiling. Even on another Earth, Felicity is still the same. Even after nearly scaring the poor woman to death by appearing in her apartment, Felicity had still been willing to listen to her crazy story and, unbelievably, believed her. She'd accepted Alina as quickly here as Overwatch had on their Earth.

After they'd gotten her life ironed out, Felicity had accompanied her to Central and anxiously waited in the hotel room while she sat through the interview with Captain Singh who made it abundantly clear that Alina was only being hired on a probationary period and that she was restricted to the labs unless they were absolutely short staffed.

Alina nudges her friend gently. "Don't worry so much, Felicity. You have access to my comm and even if I do get my tech back, you'll still have access. You might be on team Arrow but you're also one of the founders of the Rogues."

"Rogues?" Felciity wrinkles her nose.

"Well, calling ourselves the Resistance is a bit too premature and the public won't see us as heroes, but we're not exactly villains either," Alina shrugs. "Rogues can go either way and I'm not letting Cisco name us otherwise we'd end up with something like the Anti-Meta Task Force Agents."

"That is horrible, I'm sure he could come up with something better," Felicity says. Alina gives her a pointed look, waiting for her to recall some of the names Vibe had come up with before. "Okay, yea. Rogues is totally fine, we'll go with that."