Prompt by the amazing: vividimagines
Working forensics had always been a dream of yours. You weren’t ashamed to admit that a love for procedural shows like CSI was a big part of that dream. After all, their science writers weren’t completely wrong, and it was good to actually enjoy your job.
Even if it made it harder to like your shows.
Besides, there was more than just the pleasure of solving puzzles going for you. After you graduated from Midway College, you’d taken a position as an assistant CSI at CCPD. A lot of the force seemed slow to warm up to you, except for Barry Allen, one of the other CSIs. Really, Barry was sort of the de facto lead in the CSI division. Apparently he’d been an assistant himself before the lightning strike and his coma, but since his recovery, his reports were so detailed that it was almost like he’d been there himself. More importantly to you, Barry had become one of your best friends here.
You liked to tease him about gaining clairvoyance during his coma. Barry, naturally, said he was always that good. Which you would be more inclined to believe if it weren’t for the other shining bright spot in your life. Your secret admirer.
Every day when you got to the lab at CCPD, there would be flowers at your desk. Some days, they had been delivered by a florist, others they seemed to be handpicked. The type of flower wasn’t always the same either. You’d often walk in to find sunflowers and baby’s breath, but it was just as likely for you to find lilies and tulips or the more traditional roses.
Today was daisies.
Smiling, you tucked one of the stems behind your ear before picking up the first case of the day.
“Hey Allen,” you teased when the man finally showed up. “Too busy communing with the spirits to make it in on time?”
He just laughed it off, smiling almost as brightly as your daisies. Normally, you thought morning people should be shot on sight, but Barry you could make an exception for.
“Why would I need to see into the past, Y/N? I’ve got mad skills.”
Barry also had a mad caffeine addiction, as he was clearly halfway through with his coffee already, and Jitters wasn’t that far away. But you were polite enough not to say anything. That, and your hands were full starting a fiber analysis.
“If that were the case, you’d be able to tell me who it is that keeps sending me flowers. Come on, Barry. I’m obviously too close to the situation to see all of the evidence for what it is. I’d like to use a lifeline here, and you’re my only hope.”
Barry gave an exaggerated sigh. He clearly didn’t think this mystery was as important as you did. You were pretty sure he found the fact you couldn’t crack this on your own amusing. He certainly smiled whenever you mentioned it.
“Okay, first, that was a horrible reference mash up. Don’t do that again.” Oh, he was so lucky your hands were busy, or you’d have thrown something at him. And missed, because the boy was too skinny to be a proper target. But still. “Second, I already told you, Y/N. I don’t have any idea who keeps bringing you flowers. Why? Do you want to throw things at them too?”
He really knew you too well.
“No, I.. I just want to thank them. And… well, get to know them. Find out what they want from me. Wouldn’t you?”
“Ah, I guess,” you couldn’t see his face right now, you were holding part of the fiber sample near a lit flame to see if if reacted to the heat at all. Still, it sounded like he was smiling. “I’m sure he.. they.. know you appreciate it.”
Placing the fiber actually in the flame for a moment, you watched it self extinguish. This never got old. “Yeah? How do you figure?”
“Well.. because they keep bringing flowers. They wouldn’t if they thought you didn’t like them, right?”
Okay, Barry had a point. And this fiber was some sort of nylon.
“Fair. I still want to actually meet them. I mean, properly. Does that make any sense?”
You looked over to his desk to see Barry watching you with an expression you couldn’t place.
“Maybe you will someday, Y/N. When they feel like they’re able to be honest with you.”
Hopefully, you thought, that day would come sooner than later.