Intern ||The Flash||

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Barry led me to the yellow police tape and stepped under it. He held it up to help me get under it.

"Thanks. " I told him. He nodded.

"Mr. Allen, you're late." A officer told him, harshly.

"Sorry, I got caught up showing my new intern the ropes." He said, gesturing to me. The officer didn't look convinced. "Yeah, we'll just get started." He said taking me over. He handed me a pair of gloves. "Well tell me what you think." He told me, gesturing over to the crashed car.

I walked over to the passenger door which been ripped off. I mentally scolded myself for doing this but I touched my hand to the inside door handle.

"C'mon, shoot the damn tires already!" screamed the man in the front seat.

" Quiet down! I can't focus with you yelling." Screamed the other. He opened the passenger door and swung himself out to shoot. That's when the car swerved , knocking the guy out and hit the side of a building, which tore the door off.

I blinked rapidly, pulling my hand away from the door. People are bound to notice I could do this. "Audrey, are you okay?" I hear and turn around to see a concerned look across Barry's face.

"Yeah, just cancelling out scenerios in my head." I reassured him. "Well looking at the way the car is positioned and the door is torn, I'd say something caused the car to swerve and the door must have been open in order to rip it off like that. Also judging by where the body was found and where the gun was, I'd say he opened the door and stuck himself out to shoot. He was shooting one handed, so he could hold on in the car. Now when the car swerved it must have caused his grip to falter and send him barreling out of the vehicle." I explain.

"Wow." He said. He gave a suspicious look. "I would've said the same thing. " he said, smiling. "Pretty good for a newbie." He commented. I stand up, brushing myself off well he went over to tell the other officers. He was suspecting something. I needed to stop doing that while he's watching me. He walked back over.

"Well we've got our samples. Let's head back." He tells me. I nod,removing my gloves and following him.

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"So have you always been this good at putting together a scenerio?" Barry asks. I choke on the water I'm drinking and start coughing. "You okay?" He asks. I nod.

"Yeah, I'm fine. " I reassure him. It's been a few days since that crime scene investigation and he wouldn't let it go. I couldn't tell if he felt threatened or he had an idea about what I could do. "Well I've always been observant I guess, but it wasn't until I decided that I wanted to be a forensic pathologist that I really started to put together scenerios. " I told him. This was true. It wasn't until that fateful night that I became an expert at it though.

"Why the sudden interest in my past?" I ask, returning to the laptop I was writing the research paper on.

"Just trying to get to know you better. I mean we will be working together for at least a year." He told me. I nod.

"Well let's play twenty questions." I suggest. He laughs.

"That's very cliché of you." He told me, smiling. I smile back, shrugging.

"What can I say? I'm a very cliché person. So you first." I tell him.

"Okay. Favorite color?" He asks.

"Lame question, but it's aquamarine." I answer, continuing to type.

"What can I say? I want to know the basic stuff."

"Okay. Why did you decide to become a forensic scientist?" I ask. His look went from relaxed to very uncomfortable instantly. "You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable." I tell him, quickly.

"Oh no, it's fine. Most people just know it by now. I'm not used to telling it. " he tells me, letting out a sigh. "When I was eleven, my mom was murdered, so I decided to go into the field so I could investigate crimes." He told me.

"I'm sorry for your loss." I tell him, at a loss for words.

"Why did you decide to become a forensic scientist?" He asks.

"My parents were both lawyers and the worst thing to see was someone get murdered and not get the justice they deserved. I wanted to fix that. " I told him.

"You're parents sound like good people." He said, quietly. I nodded.

"They are."

After a good hour, we learned nothing but useless facts about each other. Then Barry got a phone call.

"I've got to go." He said and before I could look up, he was gone.

What if Barry Allen was affected by the storm too?