"Barry- let go of me." I pulled away from him forcefully when we came to a stop in the cortex, "That was our daughter- you locked her up without even giving her a chance to explain-"

Barry stares at me, hurt crossing his features, "She lied to us, Zee."

"Since the first day she got here, about Thawne!" He went on, "She knows what he did to us. To me. To my mother. I can't believe a word she says."

"We don't know that." I softly said, trying to calm him.

Barry raises his voice at me, "Yes, we do!"

And that's where I threw being the master of Zen out the window.

"We don't even know why she's working with him." I firmly said.

"Now the pressing question is not why Nora is working with the Reverse Flash." Sherloque crosses his arms, "Maybe I can talk to her and shed some light on the matter."

"Sherloque-" I face him, "Please- not right now."

"Why, are you upset at me?" Sherloque stares at me, "What I should do? I should just- I should not have told you?"

"No- I'm not upset-" I sigh, running a hand through my hair, "I- just- think we all need a minute."

Joe doesn't take acknowledgment of what I said, "How long has it been since you suspected her?"

"Since I arrived." Sherloque honestly told us.

This catches us all off guard, "Wow."

"I don't know where this trail leads." Sherloque stares at all of us.

"Are you kidding me?" Barry scoffs in disbelief, crossing his arms.

"If Sherloque told us before, without all the facts- would we have believed him?" I looked at Barry, "Would any of us believed that Nora was hiding something? Because I know I didn't."

Barry's eyebrows furrow, "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"I knew he was investigating her." I honestly told him, "I told him to stop- I didn't think he'd keep going and decide to expose her like this."

"Are you kidding me?" Barry stares at me, as I could see the anger flash in his eyes over the hurt.

"I'm not kidding you." Sherloque spoke up, "You don't come to a conclusion without facts. All the facts."

"Shirley, I think, uh, maybe you should just give us all a minute here." Ralph sighs, noticing the tension between Barry and I.

"What, you're mad at me for doing what a master detective does. Figure out something that you cannot." Sherloque spoke as he walked out, "I give you that translation. Your anger is misplaced."

"Look, whatever reason Nora didn't tell us, I don't think she did it maliciously." Cecile looks at us, "Guys, even from here, I can feel how upset she is."

"All right, babe, you've been around Nora for months." Joe said, "You never felt that she was hiding something before."

"No, never." Cecile shook her head, "Never."

"Well, Thawne lied." Cisco walks over, "He was a master at it. It stands to reason he must have taught Nora some- of his same tricks."

"Maybe- maybe not." Caitlin sighs, "There's gotta be some way to figure it out."

"There is." Ralph picks up Nora's journal, "I'm guessing this has everything from the day she arrived. Maybe before."

"Read it." Barry sat down, "From the beginning.

-

[ nora's pov , based on what they're reading ]

"Uh, excuse me-" I ran through people, "Excuse me, pardon me-"

The device on my arm speaks, "Incoming call from Mom."

"Mom, come on." I decline, running right into someone, "Ooh! I'm so sorry. I just- I'm really late. I'm- I'm really late for an important date.Not a date, date. Not that I don't date, date. I date, date. It's just, I have a meeting. I'm making myself later- sorry."

"Anyone seen CSI?" Detective Curtis' voice fills my ears as I ran towards the scene, "Where is Allen?"

"Ah, I'm so sorry, Detective Curtis-" I jerk to a stop in front of her, "I didn't mean to be late. I tried to hail a hover-taxi, but they kept passing me by and then- I had to run all the way from-"

"I really don't care what your reason is this time, Allen." She cuts me off, "I just wanna find what meta did this."

"Of course." I nod quickly, setting down my case, stepping into the truck.

"Chemical transport truck on its way to Dayton Labs." She explained, "It was attacked earlier this morning."

"But that makes two labs and another two transports this week." I stare at her.

"And like the others, no one saw anyone." My mother walks over, running a hand through her dark hair.

"Captain." Detective Curtis greets my mother.

"Detective-" She nods, looking at me, "Nora."

"Hey-" I weakly smile, then use the device on arm to scan, "God, there's residue everywhere-"

"Benzene Methanol." The device spoke.

I looked at them, "That's what they stole."

"What's that used for?" Detective Curtis questions.

"Anything from nanotech to treating lice." I answer, scanning once more.

The device on my arm spoke, "Halothane."

"Halothane?" I repeat, "Wait a second-"

"What?" Detective Curtis pushes.

"This truck has an Affinity 4,000 security camera. God, Lia's gonna be so jealous." I grab the camera, "Whenever the 4,000's tampered with, its failsafe releases a incapacitating agent- Halothane."

"So- you're saying whoever did this picked the lock, disabled the camera, and stole might-be-lice medicine?" My mother pieced together, "All before this incapacitating agent could do its job?"

I nod, "And no one saw them."

"How is that possible?" Detective Curtis look between us.

-

"A speedster?" Lia repeats, walking into the Lab, "Nora, labmate, friend of mine, you didn't happen to pitch your speedster theory to Detective Curtis, did you? Or worse- your mother?"

"It is not a theory, Lia." I walked in with her, "It is the only explanation."

"You know I'm equally a fan of our fleet-footed super friends. I mean, honestly, if I could have ever met Jesse Quick, it's like, hello, new best friend." Lia laughs, then clears her throat, "No offense, um-"

"Some taken." I took off my jacket, setting it down.

"Okay, but there hasn't been a speedster in Central City since that crisis piece your aunt wrote about, like, decades ago." Lia mentions, "I mean, Flash, Kid Flash, Jay Garrick, that that weird purple speedster that just showed up one day. They're all gone. So what you're suggesting, highly unlikely."

I mock her tone, "Then we need to start believing in the highly unlikely."

"Alternatively, um, you could-" Lia clears her throat, "Dial back your obsessiveness."

"I'm not obsessive." I argue, sitting down.

"You never got to know your dad- so, you became a CSI just like him, and it's why you keep investigating the one case Barry Allen never solved." Lia pulls out the board, "Cicada."

"You call that obsessive." I point, "I call that a hobby."

"Right, your, um- your classic everyday murder hobby." Lia softly laughs, "It's like your mom says. You're, uh- you're excessive."

"Do not quote my mother." I shot her a look.

Lia types on the keyboard, looking at the footage, "God, I wish CCPD would spring for one of these Affinity cameras. I mean, trillion FPS, captures light in motion- W-T-Shrap?"

"That's lightning." I stare at the frozen footage.

"The canister's gone." Lia clicks back and forth.

"White lightning." I stood up, "A speedster."

"Okay, maybe-" Lia began.

"No, not maybe." I point at her, "It is! I knew it!"

"Okay, fine, you're right." Lia admits it, "But, what is a speedster doing stealing chemicals?"

-

"And Eobard Thawne, aka the Reverse-Flash, was finally defeated and incarcerated and will remain in Iron Heights Prison- for the rest of his days." The monitor spoke, as I look through in the Flash Museum.

"Incoming call from Mom." My device spoke, as I scoff, declining it again.

"See? I knew it." I whisper to myself, pointing at the screen, "There was never a speedster with white lightning."

The man next to me clears his throat, "All yours."

"Thanks." I barely smile, moving to the next monitor.

"Thank you for visiting the Flash Museum today." The intercom sounded the room, "The building will be closing in five minutes. All guests should make their way to the exit now. And Nora Allen, your mother called. Please, for your sake and mine, call her back."

"So embarrassing." I mutter, making my way down the hall, calling her back, "Mom, why are you calling Mr. Myles?"

"I'm sorry-" She sighs, "I just- I got really worried, okay? You weren't answering- and you weren't at your Lab- and you weren't home when I got back from Aunt Iris'-"

"Couldn't you have waited for me to call you back?" I questioned.

"Nora-" She huffs deeply, "Why isn't your holo on?"

"Uh, it doesn't work in the Flash Museum." I told her.

"I've never understood your obsession with that place." She mutters, "What are you even doing there? Are you there alone? Do I need to come pick you up?"

"It's fine, Mom." I stop her, "I'm researching a case."

"What kind of case?" She questions, "Is it the one we were looking at today?"

"This is one that I can't talk about." I try to dismiss, knowing she wouldn't be happy if I told her.

"I'm your mother, Nora." She scoffs, "I probably already know what the case is-"

"And I'm an employee of CCPD who can't talk about open cases, you're literally my boss." I told her, whining, "Mom, how many times do I have to tell you this? You were married to a CSI."

She pauses, her voice quiet, "Yes, I was."

"I'm sorry." I groan in guilt, "What were you calling about?"

"I was going to pick up some food for dinner-" She pauses for a moment, as if she was recalling something, "Does- Thai sound good?"

"Yeah- yeah. Thai's good, Mom." I answer, then my device chimes, "Uh, Mom, I gotta go. It's work. Love you."

"I love you, Nora." She sighs, as I ended the call, answering Lia, "Hey."

"Hey, meet me at Ollins Laboratory." She exclaims, "I sent the list of stolen chemicals to an old teacher of mine and I think he found something."

-

"Appreciate the help, Dr. Bonwit, especially at this hour." Lia said as we walked through the Lab with him.

"Not a problem." Bonwit said, "Ollins never lets me leave this place anyway."

I chuckle lightly, "So- Lia was telling me you might know how these chemicals- can be used together."

"Yes and no." He pulled it up, "Took me a bit to see it, but the only way they seem to work together is if they're built on a structure. Like an extracellular matrix."

"But- there are thousands of extracellular matrices." I looked at him.

"So- until we know all the chemicals, we won't know the end results." Lia sighs.

"Sorry- I can't help more." Bonwit apologized.

"That's okay." I inhale, "Thanks, Dr. Bonwit."

"Now what?" Lia asks as we walked out of the Lab.

I shrug, "We can't just wait for another lab to get hit."

Suddenly, whoosh of lightening moves past us, and into the Lab.

Lia and I look at each other, "Holy shrap!"

We ran back in, Dr. Bonwit on the ground, "Dr. Bonwit!"

"Oh, my God!" I breathe out when the speedster that Lia and I thought was actually here, stood in front of us.

"Yes, I am a god." His voice was vibrated, "The god of speed."

"Go, go, go, go, go!" I push Lia, making her run, the speedster forming a ball of lightning in his hands, throwing it in our direction, as I got hit, flying back into a shelf, everything going black.

-

"Nora?" Lia's voice came closer, followed by Poker Face by Lady Gaga, my eyes opening to a white light, "Oh, I knew an oldie would wake you up."

I blink, looking at her, as she clears her throat, "Okay, don't freak. Uh, we're in a hospital. Me for this burn and you for a whole lot more."

I swallow, "Dr. Bonwit?"

"Uh, ICU, but he's gonna pull through." She huffs deeply, "Um, but the speedster did get away with a crazy amount- of carbon disulfide."

"Don't worry about that right now-" She notices my sigh, "How are you feeling?"

"I- I feel fine, actually." I sat up, "My fingers are a little tingly but other than that, I- I feel really good. It's weird, right?"

"I'm just so glad you're okay." Lia sat next to me, "Your doctor said you got hit with five billion joules of electricity."

"Which means, um, I, uh, kind of called your mom." She clears her throat, "Um, and she, uh- she freaked more than normal."

"Um, I had to." She puts her hands up in surrender, "You could have died."

I looked at her, "Lia, is she here?"

"She's in the hall-" Lia admits, "She thought you wouldn't want to see her right away- or drink whatever coffee they serve here so- she brought you some food and coffee."

"I don't want her to worry." I sigh deeply, looking down.

"Neither did I- which is why she doesn't know about this." She showed me a broken chip in a small vial, "The paramedics said that you went into cardiac arrest when you got here and so they had to use the defib nodes to restart your heart, and when they did, they found this. It was buried underneath the scar under your right shoulder."

I held the vial, "What is it?"

"They say it's a metal scrap from the shelf you got thrown into, but I don't know." Lia shrugs, "It looks kind of old and and pretty fried."

"Okay, wait, but now that we both know you're okay, can we please talk about the fact that you got struck by lightning from a speedster?" Lia got up, smiling at me.

"So schway, right?" I laugh softly, "The only thing is no one's gonna believe us."

"We both saw it- they're gonna have to." Lia sets down the small vial, only for it to fall off the desk.

I got up, Lia stood frozen, as I grabbed the vial, only to unintentionally run out, ping balling threw an alley and landing right into the back of a van.

"Stay calm." The robotic voice said, "There has been an incident. System check in progress."

I breathe heavily, staring at my hand, that was move so fast that I couldn't even process it, "What the hell?"

-

"Catch this." Lia tosses up a bobble head into the air.

I ran, grabbing it, my back hitting the pillar, my eyes wide, "I'm okay!"

Lia laughs, "You sure?"

"Yeah, dude." I softly laugh, "I'm a speedster. All of my nerves are tingling and my synapses must be going crazy because my reaction times are way off the charts."

I pause, staring at a photo of my mother and father, holding me as a child, "What am I gonna do about my mom? She freaks out whenever something even the littlest bit bad happens to me-"

"Okay, well, that's understandable." Lia exhales, "I mean, her non-meta husband died because of metas."

"Yeah, my Aunt Iris told me about how when my mom used to be a detective- she helped The Flash- the meta human on many of his missions." I reason, "I mean- meta human based things made her career."

"So we can't tell her?" Lia questions.

"No, we can't tell anybody- not until we figure out how I got these powers." I shook my head, "And I don't think it's a coincidence that this happened after my little run-in with the god of speed guy."

"You mean when Godspeed hit you with his lightning." Lia points at me, "Which, according to the Flash Museum, is exactly what happened to-"

"The Flash." We both say in unison.

Our devices chime, "10-90 in progress."

"Bank heist." I stare, then look up, a thought coming to my mind, "Huh."

"No, no. You can't do that." Lia already knew what I was thinking, "That is a bad idea. That is like cut your own bangs bad."

"I'm just gonna do a little run-by." I grab my jacket.

"You are a CSI, not a superhero." Lia crosses her arms.

"Our jobs are the same as the cops." I reason, "We get the bad guys."

"All right." Lia gives in, laughing, "Go get 'em, Flash Woman. Lady Flash. Hot Flash- not that one."

"Okay, we're gonna workshop that later." I point, "Until then, I have to guard Central City."

-

"You fried your gauntlet and half the fleet." Lia tried to fix it after I had gotten back from screwing everything up.

"It was only three cruisers." I nervously said.

"Your mom is going to go insane when she hears word back." Lia sighs, "I'm sorry, Nora. I know today didn't exactly go so great."

"Both robbers got away because of me." Guilt filled within me, "Cut yourself a slice of slack pie."

"It was your first day." Lia reasoned, "No one got hurt. And plus they found Bug and Byte hunched over with runner's cramps, like, ten minutes later."

"But- I still feel so bad." I admit, sitting down.

"You're looking at this all wrong." Lia got up, holding my gauntlet, "Today was not Nora's big failure. Today was the Femme-Flash's big debut."

Lia pauses, "Naming superheroes is not easy."

"Lia, you are the best friend a shrappy speedster could ever ask for." I chuckle, "But- I think we both know that CCPD isn't equipped to stop this guy. The only way we're gonna catch him before anyone else gets hurt is if I start thinking like a villainous speedster."

Lia trails off, "And how are you gonna do that?"

I sigh, "I'm gonna go see one."

-

"Reverse-Flash, huh?" The guard lead me through the prison, "Well, officer, you're, like, the second person in 15 years who's come to visit this psychopath. Not even a call. Are you sure you want to interview him by yourself?"

"I've been alone with criminals before." I nod slowly.

He uses his hand against the screen, the door opening, "You have five minutes."

I slowly stepped into the room, Eobard's cell in front of me, the door clanging shut, my head snapping towards the door I just came through, as it was now shut.

"Eobard Thawne?" I call out, fear filling my chest.

Eobard Thawne stood up from his bed, revealing himself, staring at me.

"My name is Nora Allen, and- I'm a CSI tech with the CCPD." I shakily said, "I wanted to ask you a few questions, if I could."

"Come closer. Nora Allen." He gestures, staring at me.

I stay put, afraid.

"Don't be afraid." He stepped closer, "The dampening capabilities of this cell can negate the powers of 1,000 meta-humans. The glass, the walls, the ceiling, the floors are all connected to a power energizer that will zap this place with 400 kilojoules instantly should the dampeners fail. Making the cell phase-proof."

"I couldn't hurt you, Nora Allen." His voice was low, "Even if I wanted to."

"What are your questions?" He stares at me.

I walk up to the glass, "How did you end up in here?"

"Was there nobody at CCPD that could answer that question for you?" He scoffs, his hands behind his back.

"All the files pertaining to the Reverse-Flash have been cyber locked." I told him, "And there's almost nothing about you in the Flash Museum. Except for the date of your imprisonment."

"Really? That's all there is in the Flash Museum?" Eobard questions, "That's interesting."

"Will you tell me how you were defeated?" I quickly ask.

"Why do you want to know that?" He stares at me in suspicion.

"It'll help us with an investigation." I lie straight through my teeth.