Author's Note: I wrote this one earlier today, but I didn't get to post it until just now. So I hope you enjoy it! Please Read and Review!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Justice League or any recognizable characters, I do own Faith, Deborah, John and the 'elderly gentleman'.

Chapter 10- Aaralyn Jones

"I don't know." J'onn said thoughtfully leaning back in his chair. "It seems to have some connection with that flash of darkness you experienced, but beyonde that I cannot say." Wally groaned.

"So you can't help us?" Faith asked.

"No, not unless some new information develops." J'onn answered.

"Thanks anyway, J'onn." Flash answered and the two left.

"What are we gonna do, Wally, wait for another attack of pain?"

"Well, I'm not just going to sit around her and wait for one. I'm going to work and afterward I'm going to go check out the crime scene, see if I can find anything."

"Work?" Faith asked, "Where do you work?"

"Central City PD." he answered with a grin.

"You're a policeman?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"A forensic scientist." he answered. "Gotta go!" With that, he sped off toward the transporter deck.

A forensic scientist? she thought laughing, Figures!

Faith turned the corner on the way to her room and almost ran right into Olli.

"Faith, I heard about your first mission." he smiled, "You did pretty good there for a while."

"Yeah, but they got away." she didn't want to bring up the dark flash unless he knew already.

"That's okay. We win some, we lose some." he paused. "I also heard about the incident at the end. I've asked J'onn not to put you on any more assignments for a while."

"What?!" Faith nearly screamed.

"It's too dangerous and you're obviously not ready." Ollie answered.

"Hey, what happened to 'We win some, we lose some'? And, excuse me, but wasn't one of the Original Seven hit by the dark flash as well? Besides, I'm here in one piece, aren't I?" she countered.

"Wally can take care of himself."

"And I can't? I'm eighteen, Ollie, and I know what I'm doing. I know the risks!"

"I can't lose you too!" Ollie practically yelled. Faith stepped back. So that's what he was worried about...

"Ollie," she said softly. "My dad's death was not your fault. And I know you want to protect me, big brother's do that. But I can take care of myself."

"You aren't going on any more missions until I say it's okay. That's final." he said firmly and left.

Faith ran into her room, filled with anger.

How could he think I can't take care of myself? I'm not just going to sit by while everyone else saves the world. Plus I want to get to the bottom of this stupid dark flash thing.

Suddenly, Faith had an idea. She changed out of her uniform and into a gray knee-length skirt and dark green, long-sleeve shirt. She pulled on her wig and put in her contacts. Looking into the mirror, she studied herself. Instead of long dark curls that fell to the middle of her back, she now had straight blonde hair that barely touched her shoulders. Instead of brown eyes, she had green. She pulled on some white shoes and slipped her uniform into her bag that was more like a small backpack.

Just in case there's trouble. she thought as she headed out the door.

She made her way to the the trasporter deck and hid behind a corner. Peeking around, she checked for Ollie or J'onn. All clear. She walked over to the man currently controlling the deck.

"Where to, miss?" he asked, turning nobs and dials.

"Central City." she answered, stepping on one of the blue circles. "Sorry, Ollie, I've got to do this." she said to herself as a flash of blue filled her vision and she appeared in an alleyway. Stepping out onto the street, she looked around. Tall buildings lined the streets and people laughed as they spoke to one another. She turned to an elderly gentleman on her left.

"Excuse me, sir. Do you know wher I can find the police department?"

When she finally made it over to the Central City PD, she was worn out. Ploppng down on the steps, she pulled her cell phone out of her purse. The clock read 11:45.

"Maybe he'll be taking lunch soon." she said to herself. After a few moments, she walked in and headed toward the receptionist's desk.

"Hi, honey. What can I do for you today?" the woman asked. Faith smiled,

"I'm here to see Wally, he's a forensic scientist here?" she said with a bit of uncertainty in her voice.

"Ah, Wally West. He's a sweet boy, alright." the older woman laughed. "He shouold be down in a few minutes for his lunch break."

"Thanks!" Faith answered. She began to look around at the pictures on the walls- some kind of annual staff thing.

"If you don't mind my asking, how do you know Wally?" the woman said after a pause.

"Oh, we're just friends. We met a few days ago at a...uh, party. My brother is a friend of his." Faith smiled.

"Well, if he's only a friend, how would you like to go on a date with me tonight?" a dark haired man asked.

"No thank you." she said quietly turning back to the picture she'd been looking at. A few men started coming down the nearby stairwell, she noticed the redhead she knew so well was with them. The man who'd been speaking to her grabbed her wrist.

"Come on, baby. You look like a girl who likes a little fun."

"Leave me alone." she said pulling her wrist away. She started to turn, but he grabed her wrist again and twisted it, causing her to cry out.

"Leave her alone, John." Wally's familiar voice said behind her. Ignoring him, John pulled her close to him and grabbed her chin, making her look at him.

"You'd better watch your back, girl." he told her.

"How many times have I heard that in the past few days?" she said, extremely mad now. She pulled her chin away and stomped on his foot. He released his grip on her and she stumbled back a little. Angrily, he pulled his hand back and was about to hit her when Wally grabbed his arm.

"I said, Leave her alone!" he said forcefully.

"What are you gonna do about it, carrot-top?"

"Dude, you're in a police department. What do you think I'm going to do about it?" he answered. Defeated, he turned and stormed off, shoving Faith down as he did so.

Wally stepped over and helped her up.
"Sorry about him, he actually lives in my apartment. Though I don't know why he was here in the first place." Faith smile gratefully. "What's your name?"

"Aaralyn. Aaralyn Jones."

"Cool name. I'm Wally West. It was nice to meet you." he turned and headed over to the receptionist's desk.

"Hi, Deborah." he smiled.

"Hello, Wally. I saw how you saved that lady friend of yours. That was really sweet of you."

"Thanks." he smiled. "Did you tell my boss that I was taking a half day today."

"Yes, honey, you're in the clear."

"Thank you." he smiled and left.

Faith followed him and caught up with him halfway down the street. She rubbed her wrist where John had twisted it.

"You okay?" Wally asked.

"I'll be fine. Worse things have happened." she cringed as she remembered the thugs.

"So where are you headed to?" he asked curiously.

"Same place you're going." she laughed. It was fun messing with Wally.
"How do you know where I'm going?" he asked stopping in the middle of the street.

"You're going to Metropolis aren't you?" His eyes grew large when she said that. He pulled her into a nearby alleyway. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"Relax, Wally." she laughed, "It's me, Faith!" she pulled at the underside of her wig just enough to let a few curls drop out. Then she tucked them back in.

"Faith?" he asked.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" she laughed.

"I see it now!" he exclaimed, then paused. "Man, first thugs. Now, John. You just attract creeps don't you?" she punched him playfully in the arm pretending to be angry.

"We'd better get going. It's a long way to Metropolis."