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The clock kept, tick, tick, ticking, but she had nothing to worry about right? He was going to make it, right? They said the surgery would only last 6-7 hours she got there at the seventh hour mark, she had been at work when she got the call, her boss only let her take half a day off. That's what you get when you work as an assistant for a big time CEO.

"Hey, Art." Artemis' neck snapped in the direction of the speaker, her best friend and roommate Zantanna. "I don't know what happened, one moment he was running around and the next he was lying on the floor whimpering. The vet said everything should be fine after the surgery though." Artemis hugged the raven beauty even though she seemed full of guilt, she gave her a small smile none the less.

"You took care of him, that is all I could've asked for." As they hugged the vet came out and told them the surgery went well, and that he would have to stay overnight, so they could pick him up tomorrow. Driving back was peaceful until Artemis got a call from her boss, Dick Grayson. "This is Artemis."

"Where are you right now?" He didn't sound hostile but he did sound worried.

"In a car, driving home why?" An audible huff could be heard from her side of the phone.

"I need you to come in, I know you got the day off early and all its just that one of the scientists in the SpeedForce lab needs a hand, before you ask, it is an emergency." Sometimes Artemis hated Dick Grayson. Right now was a perfect example of that. "Artemis you'll only have to be there for three hours, tops."

"Fine." She grumbled. Artemis hung up, plugged in the directions to the lab, and turned around, because it was so conveniently placed in the opposite direction. On the drive over to the lab Artemis toyed with ideas that she was forced to help with. Genetic engineering? Cloning? Androids? Bionic humans? But when she got there, it was nothing like her fantasies suggested.

She tugged at the handles on the glass door, they wouldn't budge. She looked on the wall connected to it, an intercom was located on top of the smooth stone. She pressed the button and a voice came out.

"Yea?" The voice sounded nervous and excited, nervcited if you will. And it was a man, shocking, I know.

"Um, Dick Grayson sent me?" Her voice was much more sturdy and confident then his, but still had an edge of inquisitive questioning to it.

Buzz.

"Welcome to SpeedForce Laboratory Ms.Crock," She opened the door and looked around her. "If you see that to your left there is an elevator, take that to the top level, then go to room 1116. I will see you then." She found the elevator easily, inside of it was another story all together. The buttons were all different colors with numbers and equations, it would probably take her an hour just to figure out which is the top floor. "Forgot to mention the buttons, I'll just buzz you up." Fine by her, she didn't want to solve a scientific calculation today anyway. A buzz rang out in the cramped space and soon the elevator hummed lifting her to her destination. It rang open about two minutes later. Her boot heels clicked against the tiled floor following the numbered doors until she came across room 1116.

The door labeled 1116 was made of the same glass that the other doors were made of, but this one had two names underneath. Scientists Barry Allen and Wallace West. Who would she meet, only one way to find out. She pushed the door open and was washed in the smell sterile cleaning supplies and bleach, but also a faint smell that she grew up with. Marijuana. Which was highly illegal in the country they were currently in, especially if used by major companies, like this one. This could easily draw the attention of the FBI.

"Hoping to draw the attention of the FBI?" The sound of a chair swiveling sounded. A man sat in said chair, bright red hair, white lab coat, yellow sweater vest, red tie and a white button down underneath. "Are you guys really that insane here?"

"I haven't ever seen someone kick in a door before. This should be exciting." He chuckled. "No Ms. Crock we aren't using illegal drugs here. We are though testing to find something to make the drug not addictive. That is also why you are here." She nodded and crossed the room. "I'm Wally West, the second head scientist in this sector." She shook his hand.

"I'm Dick Grayson's assistant Artemis Crock." He gave her a look as if to say 'I know'. "But, you already knew that." She stood and he sat in the uncomfortable silence for a moment. Wally nodded and stood up, leading her to a work station emitting the smell of marijuana.

"You are going to boil all of this down, that's the easy part though," he went on to explain how the chemical compound was going to work and what else she had to help with. The weed on the table was only a fraction of what she had to boil and then go through the whole process, again and again. "Tedious process I know, but it'll be worth it, promise." He gave her a cheesy grin that everyone sees in those types of romcoms. A grin that could make her fall, no not fall, face plant into the concrete after falling down tens of thousands of stairs, and then end up being her poison. That kind of cheesy grin.

The task took hours of tedious work as promised. During it they talked, joked and snickered with one another, as if they were old friends. Sadly, all too soon the job was done and she would soon have to drive home to her shared apartment.

"Ugh, finally all of that is done." She groaned. Her hands combing through her messed up pony-tail.

"Too bad, I would've liked to talk to you more." Wally said not looking up from his work. He just had to say that so nonchalantly. Artemis felt a blush bubble under her skin. He looked up and met her guarded eyes. "I mean, like friends, because, um, you know, being friends would seem pretty cool?" His nervous laughter filled the chemically active room.

"I have nothing to do so why not?"

"So you'll stay longer?"

"Yea, I'll stay a bit longer."

A/N: Um, hi! If no one could tell, I like writing short but sweet pieces, I didn't know how to really do this one so, I hope it meets expectations? I worked on it for a while because I had projects and tests, not to mention I had to practice my instrument for school, so, maybe I will write soon. You know how to contact me, see you next time dear reader(s).