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"We are back in business." Cisco said the next day, looking up at us from his laptop screen.

I was dressed in a navy blue blouse, one that was tucked into skin tight dress pants, black platform heeled ankle boots on my feet, my hair straight, my hand messing with Barry's watch that I wore every day now, it being one of my favorites.

"And by business, he means the better-than-Sally the satellite business." Ralph explained.

Nora points, "And what does that mean?"

"That means we're getting closer to identifying the ever-elusive Cicada." Sherloque says, messing with something.

"It's Cicada, Sherloque." Cisco corrects his pronunciation, "Once I hacked Devoe's satellites, all I had to do was just use an impact extrapolation algorithm to predict where the shrapnel would've fallen after Barry and Nora pulled a Johnny Cage on Sally the satellite. May God rest her soul."

"So now we got 46 locations where 46 pieces of shrapnel landed." Ralph continued for him.

"And once of these locations is where Cicada will have been injured." Sherloque went on,.

"Except-" I lean my head against Barry's muscular arm, "We don't know which one."

"Or maybe we do." Cisco tells me, "You see, after my hands got sliced by Cicada's dagger, Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, here measured the dark matter in my system."

"And its levels of concentration were higher than any I'd ever seen before." Caitlin explained.

"Insanely high, and the only part of the satellite that would have dark matter levels that high-" Cisco demonstrates, "Is the core."

"Which is where Cicada's dagger came from." I piece together.

"So we find the location of the core and we'll know where Cicada was that night." Barry says, looking between everyone

"You know, FEMA set up sites to help people after the Enlightenment." Caitlin stated, "If Cicada was injured, maybe he received medical treatment at one of them."

"That's a great idea." Barry nods, "I mean, we could check with FEMA to see if any fathers matching Cicada's description reported any injuries- near the crash site."

"So, we split up." Sherloque nods.

"Okay, great." I stood up straight, "So I will try and find the satellite core."

"I will come with you and everybody else look for the names." Sherloque comes right next to me.

"Okay-" I nod, Sherloque turning in unison with me.

"Um, do you mind if I actually come with you too?" Nora's voice causes me to halt and turn back around, Sherloque doing the same, "It's just that I saw you jump off a building last week and that was awesome. So I thought maybe I'd come with you while you did some detective work."

My eyes connect with Barry's, his smile wide as ever at Nora's words, a small smile forming on my lips as I looked at Nora.

"Oh, I think that two people is going to be more than enough- for what we need-" Sherloque began to say.

I cut him off, elbowing him in the side, "What he's trying to say is that we would love to have you come with us."

"Okay." Nora smiles, walking over to me, as I have Barry once last smile, before grabbing my leather jacket, walking out with Nora and Sherloque.

-

"So what are we doing first?" Nora asked from beside, as we walked onto the site, looking around.

"Well-" I looked around, "You could speed around the site and see if you could find the core? Scan the perimeter?"

Nora stops me, weakly smiling up at me, "I thought, since it's our first time teaming up, maybe I could go with you and we can interview the people who were here the night of the Enlightenment together."

"Oh?" I looked at her with questionable eyes, "Yeah- I mean, if you want to do that, we totally can."

"I do, yeah." She smiles at me, "I wouldn't ask you to come speed around the city with me or anything like that."

I nod, "Great- we can question the foreman together."

"All right, let's not." Sherloque walks over to us, "Look, we have 45 more sites to search. Clearly we don't have the time and clearly we must split up. So you go search for the core and you go talk to the foreman. I will look for clues."

Nora huffs, whooshing off, doing as told, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion at why her mood was killed because of Sherloque.

My phone buzzes, catching my attention, as I answered it immediately when I saw that it was Barry calling me, as I purposefully dragged out my greeting, "Hello-"

"Hey-" He drags out equally as much, "How's mother daughter team up going?"

"Well-" I began, "I don't know how to explain it. She wanted to interview people with me and then Sherloque interrupted and had her scan the perimeter instead, and it was almost like her entire day was ruined."

"Zee-" Barry chuckles lightly, "She wants to spend time with you."

"What?" I question, "I don't know-"

"The core's not here." Nora startles me, causing me to jump in my position.

"I still have to interview the foreman, babe, I'll talk to you later, all right?" I told Barry, grabbing my notepad out of my pocket.

"I love you-" Barry tells me, as I return the gesture, hanging up the phone, heading towards the foreman, asking questions, writing down the answers he gave me.

"Well why don't you go search the other sites?" Sherloque told Nora as I secretly tuned into their conversation, "We'll finish up here."

Nora huffs, causing Sherloque to piece everything together, "Well, no, you don't want to do that, do you, no? Because, um, you're not here to investigate, are you? No, you're here to spend time with your mother, right?"

"Well, I just thought maybe we would find something in common if we worked on a case together." Nora admits, "But she's really good at prying information out of people. Believe me, and I'm fast on my feet."

"I'm gonna go back to Star Labs." Nora huffs, turning away from him.

"Hold on, wait." Sherloque stops her, "I have another plan to try and find this core. It involves you and your mother."

At those words, a smile formed on Nora's lips.

-

"He has been singing that same song for the last two hours." Nora whisper shouts in my ear, as we stared at Sherloque, watching his every move.

"I know, I know." I clear my throat, "Sherloque, are you seriously making tea right now?"

"Oui. Right, chamomile." Sherloque brings the cup to his lips, "You know, to stimulate the brain, but also, frankly, the digestive system. Right, because since I've arrived at here, I've been backed up like a traffic jam."

"TMI. Too much information, Sherloque." I raise my hand to stop him from talking, "How are we supposed to investigate when you're making tea, Sherloque?"