Don't Blink

New Faces

Finally, the weekend had arrived, though it took it's time; I couldn't have asked for anyhing simpler. Instead of seeping in like I usually would on a Saturday morning, I was disturbed by a phone call, which I picked up for some unknown reason. It was Barry calling from the police department, saying that I was to come in, there was new evidence apparently. Groaning, I told him that I would be there in half an hour, before hanging up quickly.

     Visiting the police station was beginning to feel normal to me which it should never do. Sighing as I entered, the woman who was always at the desk sent me a sympathetic smile, before handing me the usual forms. Taking a seat, I filled out the same questions with the same answers. Handing it back, I heard my name being called, seeing Barry walk down the stairs to me.

"Sorry, this is probably ruining your weekend but we need you to open the envelope. It's against the policy to open up anyone else's mail." He explained as we went upstairs.

"Why was it delivered here?" I asked.

"We're not sure. And your theory of the whole time thing was false, he's doing it randomly."

"Oh well, back to square one."

      West and Thawne were in the lab, waiting around. As I walked in, they both stood, waiting for me to approach the evidence. Without anyone speaking, my shaky hand took the envelope. Taking a deep breath, I started to tear it open, seeing the oh so familiar photos inside. Grabbing them all in one hand, I layed them out on the table. All were pictures of me and The Flash talking in my apartment apart from one, which was the one when I was in his arms; I was fed up of this.

"Do what you want with them, I don't care." My voice cracked as I stormed out of the lab. Barry called after me as I ran out of the police station and into  an alleyway beside it. Tears had soaked my face and I couldn't handle it. It had only been a few days too.

"Bethan, come on we need to get you back inside." Barry said as he tried to help me to my feet.

"No! I don't want to dwell on the fact that someone is taking pictures with me and this super hero and I don't know why. He should have just left me to those men that night."

"Don't say anything like that again." I was finally letting him help me to stand."It was lucky that he found you that night. If he hadn't, those men could have done something bad to you. And I'm sorry, but that's putting it lightly." He looped my arm through his as we walked out of the alleyway.

"I know. I just don't understand why it's happening to me!" I whined like a child, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"That's why the police are helping. If you hadn't told us then where would you be right now?"

"Probably at home crying even more than I am now."

     The detectives understood my stress and were bringing me in for questioning the next day; it sounded like I was some sort of suspect. Barry took me to a small cafe, saying that our talk wasn't over yet. When we arrived, I was still shaken up, but had calmed down slightly. All the crying had somehow made me hungry.

"Look, I'm not going to rant at you or say anything about the case, ok? We are going to have a normal discussion as friends do." Barry said as soon as we sat down. Well, we were apparently becoming friends though I had no problems with that; he was paying for the food after all.

    Without any disruptions, we were able to eat a proper lunchtime meal, something I thought wouldn't happen. Even though we weren't supposed to talk about the stalker, I had been thinking about it. I had overreacted earlier, it would be best to get the whole thing over with. As Barry so kindly paid for the meal, I told him I wanted to go back to the police, explaining how it would be better to do it now.