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The lightning hadn't just given her speed – it had given her friends. Okay so this was supposed to be training but still...she was playing Operation with Caitlin, ping-pong with Cisco and chess with Dr Wells.
All at once.
This was so cool!
On her days off, if she wasn't somehow still in her lab, she was at home with her nose in a book until Iris took pity on her and dragged her off for girls' time...and then it was if Iris wasn't already out with plans of her own.
“This isn't even remotely anatomically correct,” Caitlin huffed after making the game buzz at her and Carrie was returning a serve at Cisco's pingpong table.
“That's not the point of it!”
“Then what is?!”
“Why, to have fun,” Carrie was back again, using the tiny tweezers to pull out another tiny piece from the game. Without making it buzz. She grinned cheekily at the older woman. “Dr Snow~”
“And,” Dr Wells added from his chessboard. “to continue your ongoing training by testing the speed of your mind by pushing your ability to multitask.”
She blurred over to his chessboard, moving a piece and grinning at him impishly as she hit the timer. “I'm waiting on you, Dr Wells.”
Yes, she totally purred that. Yes she was trying to be seductive. And from his arched brow, probably failed miserably. Such was her life.
She blurred back to Cisco's pingpong table to intercept the ball again. She wove back and forth between the pingpong table and Caitlin's Operation game when she heard:
“Checkmate.”
“Wait what?” She sped over to the chessboard. “Checkmate?”
“Checkmate,” Dr Wells confirmed, his lips twitching faintly as she pouted in dismay. “I guess we still have a few things left to learn, don't we, Ms Allen?”
The ringing of a phone dragged their attention away from each other and Carrie internally sulked; for a moment there it had almost felt like a spark....!
“Armed robbery at 4th and Collins,” Cisco called out.
She headed for her suit, only pausing to give Dr Wells a grin. “And for the record, I won in Operation and Pingpong. Two out of three our first time around isn't too bad, right?”
And with that, she was a blur, retrieving the suit and taking off for the site of the robbery.
When she arrived, she didn't even slow, speeding around first the tow-truck and then the motorcycles, disabling the three robbers she could see. As she sped forward, check checked on the guards; they weren't hurt, that was good. That was when she saw the fourth robber in the back.
In a burst of speed, she zipped through the armored car from the front, dragging him out the busted in back door. He hit the ground and rolled as she came to a halt a few feet away.
Leonard Snart had pulled his mask off and stared. He'd heard the rumors about some Streak going around but dismissed them as an urban legend. But there...standing only a few feet away was a tall, slender figure in....red leather?...that was wreathed by actual, honest-to-God golden lightning that danced up and down long legs.
Skintight red leather. His head tilted as his eyes raked up and down that figure as it turned back to him.
It...he...no...her? The hips and rear...that had to be---
That was when all hell broke loose, one of the robbers firing at a fleeing guard. She muttered a curse under her breath, zooming past the robber on the ground, who had twisted, tracking the 'Streak' with his eyes in disbelief.
“Where's the nearest hospital?” she asked Caitlin as she knelt beside the fallen guard; he was still alive, thankfully but she had to get him to an ER immediately.
“Saint Andrews, seven blocks north, two east.”
“Call the ER, tell them they have an incoming GSW,” she relayed and jerked around at the sound of the motorcycle engines revving. The four robbers had doubled-up on the bikes and were taking off.
Dammit!
The guard's life was more important.
She scooped him up and sped away to Saint Andrews.