Genevieve Snow, the cousin of Caitlin Snow, has spent most of her life pretending to be someone she isn't. Going down that path has led her to pursue in an interesting occupation.
Gen is an assassin for an unauthorized goverment organization.
She's...
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"Police found the body of Delilah Simmons earlier yesterday morning. The young 26 year old was found in an alley way downtown, three bullets to the head. It's still unclear...."
Barry grabbed the remote from his desk and turned the television off. An exhausted sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair.
Does Gen know? Was all he could think at the moment.
And he couldn't even call her. Her cellphone was disconnected.
She hates me...well, The Flash...
He still hasn't fully wrapped his head around why she left. Everyone thinks that she is gone on a business trip.
That's what she told me to tell them.
But he knew that wasn't the case. She was scared. He saw it in her eyes. It was because he wasn't there in time, because he wasn't fast enough, that she got hurt. Now she's god knows where, doing god knows what.
"Barry? Earth to Barry."
His head immediately whipped up, his ahouldera tensing up, only to aigh in relief, "Oh, hey Iris."
The young brunette raised a concerned eyebrow, "You okay?"
As usual, he plastered a care free smile on his lips and nodded.
"Yeah I was just thinking about work," he shrugged and walked around his desk to sit down, "What's up?"
Iris eyed him curiously, "I was asking if you wanted to get some coffee. We haven't really talked in a while, and to be honest it's been really boring. With Gen on her stupid business trip it's been quiet."
Running a hand through his hair, he nodded and stood up from his seat, "Sure, why not."
Iris' demeanor immediately brightened, "Good, now hurry up and meet me downstairs. I'm going to go talk to dad."
Flashing a soft smile, he nodded once more and watched Iris walk out the door, the echoing of her heels clicking against the floor fading with every step.
And with each echoing click his care free, estatic expression dropped. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A/N: Ughh it's like 2 in the morning and I have a stomach bug.
Goooddd because who doesn't love those.
I hope y'all like this, even if it was like a filler-ish thing.
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