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It seemed silly that she was still riding that giddy high from the day before – why shouldn't she though? She'd beat an evil circus, saved a bunch of people, and then went onto defeat Captain Cold.
...not capture, unfortunately.
Sneaky bastard got away.
But even that didn't dampen her mood. So far there was no talk from Dr Wells about personal space and boundaries... In fact he had smiled at her before she had gone to suit up, a mysterious little smile that made his eyes smolder and....unf.
Just...unf.
Maybe she was imagining it.
And if she was, with how she was feeling as she zipped around all over Central City doing numerous sporadic good deeds to help people, she didn't want to be told otherwise.
Because it made lightning sing through her veins and heat pool in her belly and---
--she liked it. A lot.
“Carrie!” Cisco's voice in her ear caught her attention. “Bank robbery in progress at Cunningham and Sampere.”
“I'm on it!”
“Wait, that's where I bank!” Caitlin squeaked over the comm.
“Once super-thieves showed up, I went mattress,” Cisco said solemnly.
A faint giggle escaped her at their comments. What would she do without them?
All humor escaped her as she raced into the lobby to find it a madhouse. Everyone was fighting and a blonde woman had opened fire on a man and---were their eyes glowing red, what the hell? Carrie grabbed a glass and metal advertisement, pulling it between them.
The bullet impacted, shattering the glass and lodging in part of the metal of the signage.
And strangely...everyone stopped fighting as though snapped out of their rage. The blonde woman dropped the gun, her face pale and hands trembling. Carrie looked down at them from the second level as they all looked around in confusion, helping up the people they were trying to kill a split-second before.
She frowned behind her cowl. That....was not a good thing. Was this caused by a neurotoxin or drug like LSD? ….god forbid this was the work of a Meta....
….whichever it was, it wasn't good.
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She returned to the bank in her civilian-guise – as CSI Carrie Allen. Approaching Joe, she nodded to him.
“Busy morning...” he murmured.
“You have no idea,” she agreed with a sigh.
“Witnesses reported seeing a red streak,” he drawled.
Carrie grimaced. “You should have seen it, Joe – it was like everyone in here was trying to kill each other. I barely got here to keep one of them from being shot to death...”
“It must have been a diversion, because there's half a million bucks missing from the vault. There is a tracer in the cash stacks. We're trying to find the signal. Meantime, do you have any idea what could have cause a mass...” Joe seemed to struggle searching for a word and gestured at the lobby around them. “...this?”
“I don't know – it could be a nuerotoxin. I'll swab every surface to see what I can find, but...I think they got whammied....”
“....Whammied?” Joe side-eyed her.
She grimaced. “Like what Bliss did to me and to Eddie, Iris, and everyone else in that stadium...”
“So it could be a Meta?” he hissed softly.
“Its possible.” she replied, watching as Eddie led the distraught-looking blond woman from the bank...though thankfully not in handcuffs.
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To say Carrie was not happy as she watched Eddie in Captain Singh's office trying to convince him the Flash was a menace was an understatement.
This was because of keeping it secret.
She knew it.
Iris took one look at her sister's clenched jaw and knew something was up. “Care-bear?”
“Eddie is in there trying to convince my Captain that I'm a possible threat to the public.”
“You...” she looked confused for a split-second before her eyes widened. “Oh! Dammit. I've been trying to convince him about all the good you're doing but...”
“...does he think I'm a guy? Could he be jealous?”
“...oh lord,” Iris groaned.
“This is why I hate secrets,” Carrie ground out before moving forward.
Iris trailed behind her in confusion. “What are you going to do?”
“What I should have done in the beginning, Dr Wells and Dad bedamned!” She snarled as she stormed to the Captain's door, throwing it open.
The three men stared at her in confusion.
“We need to have a talk. Right now,” she said grimly as she entered, Iris trailing behind her. “Iris, be a sweetie and close the blinds?”
Joe looked at Carrie sharply even as Iris complied. “Care-bear--”
“Allen--” the Captain looked vaguely annoyed.
“Did the DA ever forward you a report submitted by Dr Harrison Wells in the past couple months?” she asked him.
Singh blinked in surprise at the abrupt, sudden question. “No...?”
“They...probably threw it away,” Joe groaned.
“Then you two are about to be pushed blind into this and I'm sorry for that,” she shook her head. “The number one thing you have to know is this: The Flash? Is your friend and protector.”
“But---” Eddie protested.
“And the other is that the Flash is a meta-human.”
“Meta what?” Singh stared at her.
“The night of the Particle Accelerator Explosion...it unleashed dark matter and other lovely, nasty things into the city. And it has changed people. They have abilities now. Like the Flash, who can run at super-speeds,” she explained.
“So I take it you're a big fan of your sister's fanfiction, Allen?” Singh asked in disapproval.
Carrie's eyebrow twitched and then she blurred forward and the Captain found himself without his Big Belly Burger.
“Carrie!” Joe hissed, even as Singh threw himself back in his chair in alarm.
Eddie was staring at her with wide eyes. “Did you just---”
“The reason I know the Flash is your ally is because I am the Flash,” she informed them.