"Getaway car is a Mustang Shelby GT-500. Shelby's have a rear super-wide tire specific to that model," a women informs the cops surrounding her. My hope for any of the previous timeline to be intact is slowly fading. "Who," I began to ask Joe but stop dead as my brain clicks and my eyes focus. The women; although, flocked by at least five male cops and is faced back side to me is immediately recognizable. Her blond hair tied up into a messy bun as she recites my words from the Martin case. Her alien senses pick up my stare. "Well congratulations Mr. Allen you are only 15 minutes late today. Should I inform Singh or should you?" Her piercing blue eyes stare into mine without an ounce of recognition. "I screwed up," Joe's eyes fall on me in worry, but my thoughts are on all the already noticeable differences. Iris and Joe. And now... "there is a piece of paper. It appears to have a name on it," one of the cops points out to both of us, "would you," His eyes fall on the blond. "Yes I will take it." Her piercing eyes burning with rage turn on me, "It appears Mr. Allen has finally made a worth while discovery." "This way Ms. Danvers." "What was that?" Joe whispers as we follow, "You acted as if you forgot your rash yet beautiful fellow forensic scientist." Shaking my head I respond, "yah,just a rough night." I know he is thinking about my lapse in thought yesterday when mentioning Iris but before he could make a comment Kara or Ms. Danvers reads the paper aloud. "Theia." ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈« This a SuperFlash Fanfiction. It starts at the beginning of season 3. I do not own the Flash, but if I did this is how it would go.
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