Elana Stien CSI

Barry Allen and his CSI in training Elana Stein are called to a massive warehouse where a bunch of expensive cars were NOT stolen, but the thief got in and out without a problem.

Elana: The breakage indicates the door somehow had zero viscoelasticity when it hit the ground.

Detective Eddie Thawne: You're doing that thing where you're not speaking English.

Elana: (at first taking it literally) What? Oh sorry. The Steel shattered like Glass. 

Elana picks of a fragment of the steel door that looks like it was sliced with a laser rather than shattered like a window that got hit with a baseball.

Elana: Oh crap. Crap, crap CRAP!

Barry Allen: Okay what's that about?

Elana Stien: It was frozen solid, like Flash-frozen...no pun intended. There's only one place I know with enough bleeding-edge tech to create a weapon like this: Star Labs. And there's only one person I know who would want to. Someone with whom I have an...unconventional history. His name is Lenard Snart. I'm not sure I'm correct in either of my suppositions.

Detective Eddie Thawne: Maybe not, but it's a good place to start.

Elana starts to walk away, Barry catches up with her.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I guess, why?”

“I don't know it just, seems like you're in pain. Maybe you should see a doctor.”
“Not for this.” She looks at Barry. “Sajen, I take care to avoid getting X-rays.”

“Okay, listen you want to come over for dinner, my dad's making lasagna.”

“Appreciate the invite, I better not. Not until I figure out what exactly is going on.”

“Cool, just a thought.”

“Barry. I'm sorry I don't always sense things that should be obvious, were you...”

“Just dinner, between co-workers. Wanted to get to know you a little better.”

“I'm from National City, CA. Mount Shasta originally. My mother wasn't from here.”

Barry ponders this for a moment. “Cool. Thanks, for that.”

Later that night Elana meets with the Flash for the second time.

The Flash: (in distorted voice) Why the freaked out look on your face?

Elana Stien: 'Freaked out' is not the right word. Devastated mixed with confused.

The Flash: What's got you so nervous? I hope you know you can trust me. Does this have anything to do with why you won't get an x-ray?

Elana Stien: No, but thank you Barry.

The Flash: (Still in disguised voice) I don't understand.

Elana Stien: You were super-interested in a weapon that could slow the Flash down. You either were the Flash, or were friends with him. You denied knowing him. But you just quoted me to myself. Besides, you Flash called me by my name last time we met. Beyond those I work with, there's exactly 2 people on this god-damn planet who even know my name. Well, three I suppose.

The Flash: (no distorted voice) Snart.

Elana Stien: I kept being present at his crimes, as a civilian. He took refuge in my apartment to hide from the cops. He had a gunshot wound in his ribs. I treated his wound and we literally just sat in my apartment talking for 7 hours. When the cops came, I didn't press charges.

The Flash: Why not?

Elana: For one thing I know a desperate man when I see one and a dangerous man when I see one, and I can recognize when the two do not overlap. I opened up to him enough to share that my mixed heritage causes some pretty severe problems with me, that I'm in constant pain and while it comes close to a lot of different pretty severe conditions humans have, there's no way to effectively treat it since it's literally the result of conflicting physiology. Also my home is a sanctuary. You're under my roof, you're safe. PERIOD.

Flash: Like a confessional?

Elana: 'Who you see here, what you hear here, when you leave here, let it stay here.'

Flash: Then yeah. 

Elana: I've never taken a Hippocratic oath. It's just basically in my nature. He doesn't want to hurt you. He wants to prove he's better than you.

Flash: A thief who is in it for the challenge as much as the money?

Elana: Yes. and will probably be on the run from the cops as long as his legs can sustain his weight.

What she was talking about:

“You don't need to threaten me.” Elana Morris said calmly. “My fear is because of your weapon, not from you. You need my help and frankly I think you deserve it.”

“First time I've ever heard that one.” Lenard Snart said his back propped up against the wall.

“Alright, if you prefer I have absolutely no reason to let you suffer if I can help it. And I think I can. I have a condition that requires some interesting nerve-medications. And like ibuprofen on crack...pardon the expression. Think of it like being born with osteoarthritis. I assume these will help with the pain?”

“You don't know?” A shadow crossed Snarts face. “I mean that makes perfect sense and you're right it would, but how could you not know that for sure?”

“Because of my use of language I state things I'm sure of as possibilities not certainties; as beliefs not facts. It is an assumption I am quite certain of, but I will never outright claim to be right on such things. Only on like there is a creator and friends can be friends in five minutes it doesn't have to take 5 years...anyway, stay here. They're in my room.”

Elana left down the hall and returned a few minutes later, carrying gauze, water, a green prescription bottle and 500 Mg Tylenol. She took 2 red tablets and one green one out and set the water down. She looked hard at Snart, who looked back, openly seeking an explanation. “I'm only going near you if you lower your gun. You have no need of it and it has no place here.”

Snart looked at her a moment, taking her measure and came to a conclusion. “Fair enough.” He said as he set his weapon down beside him.

Elana walked up to him, placed the 3 tablets in his left hand and the cup of water in his right. She backed away from him and sat herself on the couch. Snart popped the tablets in his mouth and drank, slowly. “And no, I don't want to know what you did.” This seemed to surprise Snart.

“If it doesn't matter to you, why bring it up? Or are you not sufficiently intelligent enough to know what's going on...What this means?”

“I know a desperate criminal when I see one. It's just unlike most people I know the difference between desperate and evil. Besides I'm pretty sure that doesn't matter right now.”

“ 'You're on this table you're safe' type of situation?”

“I've never actually taken a Hippocratic oath but you're in this house under my roof which means you're safe. And I am pretty much sworn to help others and not care about anything else as much as just helping them. So...near enough.”

“Anyone else here I should know about?” Snart asked quickly.

“I live alone. But my...foster father Martin comes around sometimes. He isn't really, I mean not legally, I just think of him that way. And you recognized me...didn't you.”

“Not sure what you mean.”

“Eleven weeks ago was the last time I got involved in anything having to do with the cops, and almost everyone there had a mask on. I conclude you were there that day. And you've gotten into trouble again since then. On the run from the cops no, you recognized me from that near-miss of a situation and decided I was your best bet to find help...with the least chance of making a situation a million times worse. How are my powers of deduction?”

“Pretty damn good I'd say. But I'd still like to learn your name.”

“Elana Morris.” The woman said pressing her left hand against her chest.

“Lenard Snart.”