Ten minutes later, Linda finally finished editing her story. As they left the TV Station, Flash picked up Linda, placed her in his arms, and rushed her to Paris so they could have a romantic dinner in the City of Lights.
"Paris?" Linda inquired as he put her on the ground. "When you asked me to going out, I thought we are going out in Central City."
"I know, but it's quieter here. Besides, I didn't want to call any attention to myself there," Flash explained with a goofy smile.
"Well… I would change tailors then. Your outfit is not what I would call a discreet one," Linda pointed out sarcastically while caressing the emblem of his chest as they shared a glare.
"It's better this way. Believe me," Flash retorted as he brought Linda to a park that was deserted.
"Well… you could use your secret identity, you know?" Linda pointed out with a smirk, making Flash raise his eyebrows.
"Secret identity?"
"Come on. I know you must have one. I mean, you don't spend twenty-four hours of the day dressed like that, right?" Linda looked at him. Flash was frowning but not saying a word. "That's okay. I don't expect for you to tell me who you really are right now. I understand," she announces, surprising Flash with her speech. "But I wouldn't tell anyone even you decide to tell me someday. You can trust me."
"I do, Linda. I do."
"Great. So, what will we be eating?" she asked. He carried her to a spot next to the Eiffel Tower where a towel with food was there waiting for them on the grass.
"A picnic? You are something else, Flash."
"I know." He smirked at her.
"Actually," he confessed, "This was Superman's idea. He used to do this with his girlfriend. I just stole his idea but you never heard it from me, okay?" He blinked at her as she chucked at his revelation.
"Your secret is safe with me."
The next day, Linda awoke up early, ready to go to work again. As she headed to the TV station, she met Marla in the editing room.
"Good, you're here. We can go now!" She announced, grabbing Linda by her arm.
"Go?" Linda asked, confused. "Go where?"
"To the Central City Police Station lab." Marla explained as they ran to catch the elevator. "Seems some big news is happening over there. You'll be able to interview some scientists."
"Really?" Linda let out a frustrated sigh. She had been planning to get away to call this morning, but apparently she would have to make time later.
They entered the lab as three scientists were finishing their examination of some evidence that had the potential to help the police to solve a murder. The scientists, a woman and two men, walked over to talk to her crew.
"Hi, I'm Linda Park for Channel Four. Do you mind to giving us aninterview?" she asked as the red-haired man came to her side.
"Sure, Miss Park." He smiled at her and she smiled back at him.
"Thank you Mr…"
"West. Wally West." Wally answered, internally relieved that Linda didn't recognized him without the scarlet outfit. "You can call me Wally if you want."
"Okay, Wally. I really appreciate you talking to us."
Linda nodded as she give Marla a look that said to start filming. "So, what do you do here … Mr. West?"
"Well, I've been helping the police figure with the physical examination of evidence in the string of murders in the last few months. I feel like my work helps the victim's family to get some closure," Wally said with a sad face.
"How can you do that? I mean, how can you identify somebody who is already dead?" Linda asked curiously.
"Usually I would need some sort of reference material from the victim to ID him or her," Wally explained to her with a smile. "I also analyze the data to get a more accurately tell the police more information about the case."
"That's interesting," Linda pointed out as she smiled to Wally."Thank you, Mr. West."
"You're welcome, Miss Park," he answered just before Marla stopped recording.
"And we're off," the cameramen said as they wrapped up their broadcast.
"Thank you, Wally. That was very helpful." Linda said still smiling at him as she was headed to get out there.
"Wait," he said, grabbing her arm. "Are you free now? We could…eat something? I haven't had my breakfast yet."
Linda looked at him suspiciously, noticing how oddly familiar this scenario was, but instead of focusing on it, she sighed."I'm not sure; I have to get back to the station…"
"It won't take five minutes. I promise."
"All Right ."
TBC
