First of all let me say thank you to all who have read, favorited and reviewed. Every review makes me smile. I try and respond to all and it would be great to get feedback, I consider everything and everyone *cough* Just Watch Me Fly *cough*. I'm also considering writing a one show about Makayla and Grayson's roadtrip, if you would like. Enough about me back to the story.


Papers are all over the place. And I'm frozen before I wake up and rush to help them pick the papers up while they try and untangle themselves. I think that Barry got kneed in the gut when the other woman tried to push off of him to stand up.

She fixes her outfit as I hold my hand out for Barry to grab. He grasps it and nearly tumbles me on top of him, "Thanks Makayla," he looks at me, "What are you doing over here?"

I look over at the woman who just stares at me, like I'm something she wants to dissect. And I turn back to Barry, "The question isn't me, it's more you. Why was she on top of you?" it's when he starts stammering that I realize the implications of my question, and I can feel the fire in my cheeks starting.

He looks to the woman who is staring at both of us. I can't tell what she's thinking underneath the cold exterior but she seems vaguely entertained by the predicament.

She takes the initiative and comes forward her hand outstretched, "Dr. Caitlin Snow. I'm Barry's personal physician,"

Oh she's the one who was talking to him about public nudity last night.

They both stare at me weird and I cringe, "Sorry, my mind gets ahead of my mouth sometimes," Barry grins, his smile brightening the mood, while Dr. Snow chuckles slightly, she can smile, who knew.

She looks at me, "We weren't doing anything, at all. Barry was cleaning and when you came in, you surprised us," I see Barry nodding and shrug my shoulders.

"Ok, I just came here to help analyze the samples from the Darbenyin case,"

Barry chuckles, "Darbinyan, it's Darbinyan,"

I smile and look over at Dr. Snow. She's pretty in an understated way, but when she smiles her face lights up. She catches me looking and stares back, her gaze feels like she's already got me figured out and just wants to know what makes me tick.

She looks to Barry and says, "I'm not great at forensics, that's your department. But shouldn't we analyze the sample?" Barry turns to her and smiles, if anybody were to ask I would deny that my heart stopped.

"I'll get on that," and he whirls around the lab grabbing things for the analysis.

I look over at Dr. Snow. She has a blank and vacant look like she's far away. And I know she lost someone, because I see that same look everytime I look in the mirror.

I clear my throat and she looks at me, "Not to be rude, but who did you lose?" her face falls and I almost shrink, I just asked the forbidden question.

I open my mouth to correct myself, "I'm just asking because I've lost someone too. His name was Grayson. My best friend, and supposed to be fiance. We were here the night the particle accelerator went online," she's staring at me as I remember everything.

Grayson's arms around me as we watched the labs, me leaning closer to him for warmth as his arm tightens around my waist. And his last scream echoing in my ears, "NO!" and the gruesome sound the bullet made as it ripped through his heart.

I come back to the present to see Dr. Snow looking at me. I continue, "On that night he was shot. And it was my fault. So I know the look when someone loses another, and I also know that it's easier to talk to someone who understands," she nods and for a second I think I see tears in her eyes.

I see Barry out of the corner of my eye, watching us, and I smile. Dr. Snow starts her story, "His name was Ronnie. We met while working on the particle accelerator. He was the structural engineer," at this she paused and I know she was remembering, "He liked to joke that he was basically a high priced plumber," at this she gives a small laugh, "We were very different. In the short amount of time you've known me you've probably noticed I can be a bit," she pauses thinking of the right word as her mouth turns up in thought, "Guarded. That's the word. But Ronnie, he knew how to make me laugh. He used to say that we were like fire and ice." and she pauses again unshed tears shining, and she has stopped talking to me, instead she's living a memory, "He wasn't supposed to be there that night. He was only there for me. If he hadn't..." at that I cross the room and wrap her in a hug.

She freezes before thawing and placing her arms around my back and we stand there two strangers united in loss. All that's missing is the ice cream. I inwardly chuckle and we stand there.

Until the printer decides to make a ruckus. We jump away as Barry runs to the printer and we follow close behind. Barry gets there first and I hear his confused grunt, "This says there was no residue of gas in the tissue, poisonous or otherwise," Dr. Snow looks over the paper and says, "It must have evaporated," I look at both of them and say, "We need a fresh sample. Something we can analyze correctly," Barry glances over at me his green eyes boring into mine, before he turn to the computer and exclaims, "This can't be right!"

I look over his shoulder and see what made him shout. It should be impossible but it's right there, "It says there's two strands of DNA in the tissue,"

Dr. Snow looks surprised and says what we're all thinking, "how did someone else's DNA get in the victim's lungs?"

I don't know, but I need to get away so I can call Red.

This seems right up his alley, just hope he keeps his promise.