Barry found himself to be walking into work as late as ever. There were no calls in about attacks, and there was nothing huge the previous night meaning the Flash only stopped some muggings.

"Allen, come to my office," The Captain said to him as he walked out of his office.

"Of course, sir," Barry replied before making his way over and into the room.

"Allen, one of the sisters PD's, has asked to 'borrow' you for a week. They are currently stuck on a case, and their current CSI is unable to make anything from it. They have asked whether I would be able to let you leave for that amount of time. Would you be ok with going to a different PD for a while?" The Captain asked him.

"Surely they would ask somewhere else? We are a busy PD." Barry questioned.

"But nowhere else has someone with your 'unusual' thought process." The Captain replied.

"What PD is it?" Barry sighed.

"Star City."

'Can't be anything wrong with going over there for a while.' Barey thought before replying, "Yeah, I am ok with that, sir."

"Then, you leave today. You do remember where the building is?" The Captain asked.

"I remember," Barry smirked.

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"Barry Allen, so glad that you came so quickly," the Star City PD Captain stated walking his through to where he would be working for the next week.

The room was a large rectangle, different lab equipment around the walls. There was a door on the far side that lead to any sort of chemicals that may be needed. In the centre, there was a round table. Three men huddled over some papers with their backs facing them.

"I would like to introduce Central City's finest CSI..." the Captain started.

As all three men turned around, one mans eyes lit up with recognition. "Barry?" Oliver asked, butting in.

"That's me, Oliver." Barry chirped.

"You two know each other?" The Captain asked.

"Yeah, he helped me out in a murder case a while back," Oliver replied.

"Well then, we need to show him the case and see whether he can make any sense out of it." The Captain stated before walking the two of them to the table, placing Barry in the middle.

Barry looked down at all the cases. There were photographs of five dead bodies. Next to them was the forensic report on each of them.

Quickly glancing over them all, Barry mumbled to himself, "they all were killed in slightly different ways... But all follow the same cause..." He then asked, "is there any of these bodies here within the last two days?"

"No, the last one was four days ago and was found mostly destroyed at the bottom of a lake. We were unable to make a certain decision on when the person was killed." The person to his left replied.

As if by some form of magic, there was a stampede of boots outside the door before an officer stormed in, "another body has been found, sir, this time in the park."

"Guess you will get to have a closer look then," the Captain replied before they all left the room to go to the crime scene.

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"Here, her wrists have marks that show that she was restrained. Another one around her cheeks and mouth shows that she was gaged." Barry then did a further look into it. "Her husband will need to be informed about her death."

"She has no ring on," the other CSI stated.

"You can see that she has had hand surgery recently, meaning that her finger has swollen, she is wearing it as a neckless instead," Barry pointed out, lifting the chain and ring from under her shirt.

"He's good..." The CSI whispered to Oliver.

"I know," Oliver replied, chuckling silently to himself. No matter what anyone said, he did find amusement when Barry's skills wowed someone.

"She follows the same as the others," Barry whispered.

Lifting a bit of the torn trousers, Barry saw a strange mark. "She was transported in the back of a car while dead. She was not murdered here, only dumbed."

Feeling her pockets, Barry felt what seemed to be a phone, after finding it on, he placed it in an evidence bag, "triangulate where this phone has been recent. That should show places where she has been. Use that to try and see whether you can find any other numbers with this one." Barry explained before conducting the rest of the investigation in almost silence before standing up again and facing the Captain.

"Hopefully we will be able to locate them once and for all," the Captain stated.

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Soon they had finished doing what Barry had asked. An unregistered number went with the known number. They were able to find the location because of this.

It was down an alley at the back door of a pub at the other side of the city.

The CCTV was pulled up, and they could see the attack take place. She was not murdered straight away, but more seemed to be played with as they tied her up. Before the people left, the man who attacked them looked up at the screen before almost disappearing from view.

"What happened there?" The Captain asked.

"He's a metahuman..." Barry whispered. "That means he is from Central City or was there when the accelerator exploded.

"We will need someone to fake an innocent so that we can catch them..." The other CSI whispered.

Everyone looked at each other before looking at Barry.

"Why is it always me..."

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Barry found himself dressed in a pair of highly form-fitting jeans and a skin-tight shirt.

The murderer was always looking for the pretty ones and the young ones. Just so happens that Barry seemed to have ticked enough of those boxes. The murderer seemed to prefer males as well.

Now Barry was going to get himself deliberately attacked so that the officers can get the man.

Turning down a black alley that was the place where the murderer liked to attack, he felt himself be approached from behind.

"Why hello there little pretty..." The man said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Barry placed a surprising mask over his face before turning around to face the man.

The man himself seemed to be about 35, lower class, lacked proper things to keep himself clean and had vibrant ice blue eyes.

They were nothing like Snart's eyes. They were that of a predator that's cornered its prey.

The man was also very well built for how he looked.

"Why don't you come with me?" He asked again in that same place.

"No," Barry whispered out.

"I said, why don't you come with me," the man's voice suddenly turned harsh and cold.

Barry watched the man take a step towards him. Almost on survival instincts, Sebastian rose.

Bassy grabbed the punch and twisted the hand before pushing it towards the murderer. The man quickly fell to his knees.

"I put much more pressure on this, and you will have a broken wrist. Do you want to try me?" Bassy asked calmly.

"Who are you?" The man awed as he panted in fear and pain.

"Sebastian Smythe, your worst nightmare..." Bassy growled.

"Please! I have done nothing wrong! Let me go!" The man shouted, shaking and trying to pull away.

Bassy only applied more pressure, putting the wrist in a point it was on the very line of breaking. "Who are you?" Bassy asked calmly, enjoying the whimpers coming from the man he held simply.

"Orions Baker..." Orions whimpered.

"SCPD! Put your hands behind your back!" The police shouted, coming around the corner.

"He's all your officers," Barry replied, stepping away from the man.

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"He hasn't stopped talking. We have enough evidence to put him away for life. How did you make him talk without even questioning him?" The Captain asked as they stood on the opposite side of the one-way mirror.

"It's amazing what a man will do when he's terrified," Barry smirked before leaving the room.

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"How are you already back?" The Captain askes as soon as he stepped into the CCPD. "You left yesterday."

"It was rather simple honestly," Barry shrugged, "and the man emitted to everything, even to being a meta."

"What happened over there..." The Captian questioned to himself as he watched Barry almost swagger up to his lab.

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