Entry tags:

!complete, andromache of scythia, barry allen (the flash)

Who:Barry and Andy
What:Chatting with coworkers
When:today
Warnings:None
Status:Complete



Barry was late once again, and literally nobody was surprised. The captain didn’t even ask for an excuse as he slipped past the door this time, and he grinned awkwardly like a child sneaking in late to class who thought they got away with it as he slipped into the forensics room. He’d left a project running over night so the DNA would be processed by the time he got in for a recent investigation. There was no use watching DNA run through the system. It was normally pretty foolproof. It just took hours on end.

It was like watching paint dry. Barry put his jacket on the back of his chair and sat for a minute. Logging into his computer. Yep, everything was still running perfectly. He could just wait now. And wait, and wait. He wished he had a little t.v. magic to speed up the process like all those CSI shows that fit in DNA processing in a half an hour. Unfortunately it wasn’t that quick, and Barry leaned back. His eyes closed, he was not a morning person. Morning job was probably a poor choice.

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Andy had told Harry that she planned to run a test on something from the dreams. More to deem how old it was and if it was what she thought. That had been a few days ago. Which meant that the results should've been in soon. Unlike Barry, she was a morning person. She was a morning, noon or night person. The joys of being a military brat. It meant that she was used to being awake at different hours of the day or night.

She shakes her head and sits a coffee down near Barry if he wanted it before moving over to her own computer and logging in. She can't help but frown at the results and shaking her head. That was neither here nor there, though," What're you working on exactly? Other than trying not to fall asleep it looks like." Her tone is a bit teasing as she says. Andy might not of known him like the others, but it was very obvious that he wasn't a morning person.

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Some days, Barry wished he had a car. It would mean more time to sleep in and less time for waiting for Uber. But it had its pros too, less money spent. More in his pocket, and since he had his own apartment now he'd much rather have the extra cash. Uber was less expensive in the long run. He'd done the math. The only thing that suffered was sleep. The scent of coffee however, woke him.

"Thanks." he very much did want it. He'd run out of time to get Starbucks. "Trying to narrow down the location of a potential murder suspect. I'm isolating soil samples left behind at the scene. It was literally all over the place. If I can get the algorithm to work, it'll give us a pretty close if not exact location of our guy." He woke up the computer and showed off the code he'd come up with to do just what he'd explained." But it's taking a while. "he leaned back in his chair again, nursing his coffee.

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Andy had a car that she took to and from work. Even kept a few things in the car in case she had to stay overnight, working. Not that it happened often. It just depended on what all the department was working on. She was still finding her footing a bit in the OC. So far so good.

"No problem. I figured if you're stuck down here with me you should have some caffeine," she teases. It was probably a bit obvious that she was wide awake some how. She moves over and sticks close to the desk, not wanting to crowd him, and looks at the code that was there. "I hate how long it takes to get results sometime. Even worse when we have a due date, of sorts. It's all 'Well, that depends on the machine.' "

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"And the sludge upstairs hardly qualifies as coffee." he responded to her comment about it as he watched results on the case tick away and struggle with the algorithm. "yeah well they haven't exactly given us the world's choice on computers, so for now I think we're stuck." it was probably the oldest technology in the entire department. They were due for upgrading. Even the ones upstairs were at least decent processing machines.

" Kind of feels like they just stuck us out in the dog house and threw us a bone." It was frustrating at times, especially when they started demanding answers on the cases and he couldn't magically force the computer to go faster. Even if he wanted to.

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"Military brat," she states with a bit of a shrug. "The old man could down coffee, sludge or not. Coffee was coffee as far as he was concerned. You didn't really get to pick and choose in the military." She didn't agree with that, luckily. There had to be damn good coffee or she wouldn't touch it. Sometimes she wondered how it hadn't done her dad in. "That's true. All of this shit is older than the both of us combined, I'm sure."

She smirks," Pretty sure they already consider this particular room our dog house. Throw us a bone a few times a day and it appeases us or something." Though, she'd rather they have results than just be appeased. "Maybe we can find a way to get better equipment." Without getting into the department's fund.

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He nodded to her response and shrugged. "makes sense." Barry never spoke about his own childhood, it was full of trauma and death he didn't feel like reliving. He did, as it was, when he closed his eyes at night so any steps to keep that memory from returning he'd do. "Why'd you choose forensics? All the military types I know tend to find it as dull as watching paint dry."
Sometimes it was. It wasn't a glory job, but Barry liked being able to bring some sense of peace to the victims of said crimes. The boredom was worth it. And on the side he could look into his own moms murder that was unsolved.

" Or something. " he agreed with a hint of amusement. "Hopefully nothing illegal?" he wasn't exactly interested in breaking the law for new tech.. As nice as it would be.

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"I never said that I was in the military," Andy states with a bit of a chuckle. "My old man was the military personnel. I was just the brat that got moved around a whole damn lot depending on where he was stationed." There was a big difference in being a military brat over being in the actual military. "After high school, I went to college and decided on criminology. Forensics. Mainly because of the help it could provide in catching the bad guys."

It was something that she'd always enjoyed, anyway. Helping those who others wouldn't. Making sure that people had their things, or loved ones, returned safely to them. Though, she knew that it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows.

"No, nothing illegal. I didn't come into this profession to do anything illegal. No, I was thinking more of a type of drive or whatnot. Something to raise money."

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“Oh, I know nothing about military stuff.” If that wasn’t obvious. “I was just a science nerd.” He gave a lopsided grin. “I got a slide kit last Christmas and was happy about it.” He admitted. Joe had gotten him some nice stuff for their department, in fact half the things on his desk were from that man. He’d been taken in by one of the best parents in the world at least. He didn’t have any complaints in that department, just that his own were no longer around.

“That might work...I’m not very good at that kind of thing though, any idea how to organize it?” Maybe Iris would have some,she was good with photography and things like that but Barry himself was terrible at entertaining crowds. Unless they liked science things and science related things.

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"You can kind of tell," Andy states with a bit of a chuckle. Especially when he asked why she chose this when all the military people he knew thought it was like paint drying. That probably would've amused the shit out of her uncle and a few of her siblings. "Hey, there is nothing wrong with being a science nerd. I know a few of those."

She gives a slight hmm sound before shaking her head," Not really. Between moving around all the time and now this? I'm not too entirely sure. I'm sure I could ask around, though, and find out. Unless, of course, you had someone in mind."

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All the military people he knew included..maybe two. At the most. Three possibly if the ones from college counted. He didn’t really talk to them too much though so who knew. College had been better than high school, but once he was done he got the hell out of dodge and didn’t want to go back. “My idols are all scientists.” He offered up, it wasn’t as cool as maybe having a rockstar as an idol or something like that, but it drove the nerd point home for the most part.

“I might know someone..she takes good pictures, might be able to run something with that.” It would give him an excuse not to think about the upcoming holidays anyway, he wasn’t a huge fan. A distraction was more than welcome.

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Unfortunately, for Andy, she knew far too many military people due to her upbringing. Not something that she wanted to think about. It was something that she got tired of at age 16 and that's when she'd gotten emancipated. Anything to get out of that situation. Which made college interesting since most of her life had been homeschooling. "You act like there's something wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with it. I find that kind of cool."

She gives him a smile," Well, if they're willing to help then that would be pretty cool." Obviously, his friend didn't have to help them, but it would give them something to do.

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“Nobody in school thought it was exactly a cool thing.” He grinned at that. He’d had quite a few bullies due to being such a science nerd, so he tended to blend in until it was necessary to stand out.

With that he nodded. “I’ll give her a call and see if there’s anything we can do.”