Covert Affair [Snowbarry Spy AU]

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"Barry, you need to work faster!"

"I'm trying, but I can't exactly force her to become my girlfriend!"

"I don't care what you have to do, just do it!"

That comment lighted up a fire inside Barry. "No, I refuse to put any more pressure on her. She's a human being who experienced loss, it takes time to accept someone new into your life!" In other circumstances, Barry would've never thought about yelling at his boss, but this was too much. "Two weeks ago she told me she was thinking about it. I'm close I can feel it!"

Oliver gave him a death glare but decided to drop it. "Deal with it." He said matter-of-factly before leaving the area. Barry let his head fall on his desk with a loud 'bang' and sighed. He was running out of new ideas. He would've never thought that this case would require so much creativity from his part.

He had brought Caitlin to restaurants, to the movies, to the beach, to an inside ice-skating ring, to a science museum... they even had done karaoke, for goodness' sake! And he would have loved every single one of these activities if they hadn't tasted bitter because of his secret motivations. The guilt was getting worse every time he saw Caitlin. He tried to shut it down, but it kept coming back to him. But on the other side, he loved seeing her.

'Don't fall for your target, don't feel anything for your target, just do your job and get as far as possible.' That was the motto they had taught him during his training. Something Oliver had kept repeating to him over the years. It was the only way to survive in this job. Don't get attached, don't become friend, don't fall in love... Or you won't be able to finish the job.

Until now it had always worked perfectly. So what was the problem now?

Barry shook his head and decided it was time to go for a ride, clear his head a little. He was supposed to meet with Caitlin around 6 p.m. so he had about 2 hours to kill. He shut down his computer, grabbed his jacket and helmet before leaving the bullpen.

He made his way to the elevator and got down to the last floor while drumming his fingers on the length of his leg. Maybe a great idea would appear out of nowhere in the next couple of hours, maybe everything would go back to normal at some point. He arrived in the underground parking and soon reached his motorbike. He couldn't wait to hear the machine roar to life again. He had bought the flashy red Ducati as soon as he had had enough money for it. Something about the speed while driving the engine was exhilarating.

Everything would be alright, he had to believe that. With a big smile on his face, he got on the Ducati, put his helmet on, started the engine and flashed away from the building like a red streak.

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Two hours later, Barry sent her a text as soon as he arrived in front of S.T.A.R. labs.

'I'm here, do you want me to come up and get you?' He knew it was a long shot, but he at least had to try.

He put his motorbike on its stand and leaned against it, looking at the doors of the building as he waited for Caitlin. He could see two security guys behind the doors glancing at him from time to time – each one of them had their hands hovering above their guns attached to their hips. They looked like two modern cowboys dressed in black.

Caitlin's reply came quickly after. 'No, it's ok. I'll be down in a minute.'

Barry shook his head. Well that was no surprise. It would've been easier that way, though. It would've spared him from lying to her – more than he already was. His eyes looked up to scrutinise the whole building and he could see security cameras a bit everywhere. This place really had strong security. They were probably already scanning his face through a recognition program to see who he was and why he was waiting in front of the building. But his co-workers had already made a fake identity for him so the only thing they would find would be a harmless forensic guy living his life. He couldn't help thinking they had something to hide. Otherwise why would they have such security measures? But that was his job right? Figuring out what they were planning.