The CCPD officers looked out from behind their computers as the famous model Santana Lopez walked through their doors. But instead of coming to the desk, she got close to the stairs and cupped her mouth.

"SEBASTIAN SMYTHE GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Santana shouted at the top of her voice, confident that the meerkat would be able to hear her.

"Who's she shouting to?" One officer whispered to another.

Before the officer that they were talking to could reply, the resident CSI lab rat poked his head out of the stairs, "me," he stated calmly before straightening himself out, become what looked to be a different man before their eyes.

"Well well well, the criminal chipmunk finally makes his appearance," Santana clapped.

"Good to see you too, Satan," Bassy stated with crossed arms. "Now, tell me why you're here so I can finish the work I have."

"What I am here for is to get you out of that nest of yours," Santana said, staring him in the eye. She noticed that everyone was staring at the two of them, their mouths almost hitting the floor.

"Well, you've done that," Bassy stated before turning on his heels and starting to head back to his lab.

"You are working yourself to an early grave," Santana blurted the moment that his foot touched the first step.

"Don't you think I know that?" Bassy hissed over his shoulder

"Then why are you doing it?" Santana asked.

"Maybe because that's what I deserve after what I did to you, to all of you?" Bassy hissed again, facing Santana.

The CCPD workers were in absolute silence as they listened. Where was that happy-go-lucky CSI puppy of theirs?

"Why do you think that? You've changed since then. Made amends," Santana stated.

"It doesn't change what I did!" Bassy exclaimed, shocking everyone in the building, "Blaine nearly lost his eyesight! People nearly died! Nearly killed themselves because of me! And I was too much of a jerk to realise until it was nearly too late."

The only noise in the room was Bassy harsh breathing. They were shocked into silence. Not even Santana had a retort for Bassy's exclamation.

"So, tell me this. Is it so bad to wish the same on me?" Bassy said at an almost whisper.

"Yes," Santana softly said, "because you are a kind soul who has a dark past. That's all it is. And you have made peace with those demons, don't let them retake you."

"Maybe the demons have caught me again?" Bassy whispered, "but would you care? Would you miss me if I disappeared?"

"Where would we be without you, Bassy?" Santana asked.

"In a better place. 'Cause when the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep," Bassy started singing softly, remembering how well this fits, "no one lights a candle to remember. No, no one mourns at all. When they lay them down to sleep."

The CCPD stared at Bassy with their jaws on the floor. None of them had an idea that he could sing, didn't even cross their mind. And then what he chose to sing, wasn't a hero, wasn't someone done something terrible. But instead, a villain, a lyric about a villain's death and funeral.

"No one deserves to be forgotten. No one deserves to fade away. No one should come and go," Santana sang, walking forwards towards Bassy, letting him know what she was doing, "and have no one know he was ever even here. No one deserves to disappear."

It was universally decided that they would never be able to pick up their jaws again—a permanent state of drop jaw.

"I never let them see the worst of me," Bassy sang out again.

The CCPD was confused; they hadn't seen the 'worst' of him?

"You don't have to be scared you're not enough. 'Cause what we've got going is good," Santana sang as a final attempt, pointing around at the people in the room.

"I don't need more reminders of all that's been broken," Bassy sang back to her, shoving at her slightly, "I don't need you to fix what I'd rather forget."

"Clear the slate and start over. Try to quiet the noises in your head, " Santana sang as she tapped his head, "we can't compete with all that."

The officers hoped that 'noises in your head' was only said because that was what was in the song.

"Even when the dark comes crashing through. When you need a friend to carry you," Bassy sang.

"When you’re broken on the ground," Santana sang, knowing that she had won the battle.

"You will be found," the two sang together as they came together in a hug.

"Thanks," Barry mumbled into Santana's hair.

Santana pulled back, a soft smile fleeting across her face, "no worries," before it turned sharp. Her eyes sliced through the room's shocked occupants, landing on The Captain. "You, meerkat's boss! I'm going to kidnap him for the rest of the day, and you're going to allow it. Capiche?"

The Captain - at a loss for words - nodded his head—giving his permission.

"I'll make sure he's in bed before seven am!" Santana called as she dragged the protesting man out the building.

With a laugh, Bassy asked Santana the moment they left the building, "when have you ever said capiche?"

"I figured that it fit," Santana shrugged.

"It did," Bassy nodded, his nose scrunching slightly, "now why do you need me for the day?"

"Oh, I don't need you for the day, just the night. But you are a Warbler, so obviously need time to get ready for a performance," Santana sighed, her eyes dancing with flame made glee.

"But you where a New Direction, that means that you need the time!" Bassy retorted, his eyes lit with a similar flame.

The two were oblivious to everything around them. So the two missed the looks that they were gaining. Many of the crowd knew who both of them were, but they didn't understand why they were together. Why would a CSI Labbie be walking alongside a famous model? It made no sense—mainly when they talked about the Warblers and the New Directions. Those two groups were well known, Santana was in the New Directions, but Barry Allen wasn't in the Warblers, was he?

-----

It was true, the pair of them ended up spending the day getting ready. They went out on a 'small' shopping spree, spending more than what Barry would earn as a CSI in over a year. Now, fully kitted out, they headed to the hall that Santana said that they were to go to. 'It's a reunion of the glee!' She had exclaimed every time that he asked about it.

He was going to be singing, was what Bassy got from it. He didn't mind that.

"I've got a plan so that they know that you are back," Santana said with a small smirk.

Bassy's only reply was a smirk of his own.

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It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had–
Ho-oh

Everyone was brought into silence as two voices sang out through the room. Any conversation from the two groups was brought to a halt.

I hear the drums echoing tonight–
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation–
She's coming in, 12:30 flight
Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation–
I stopped an old man along the way–
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies–
He turned to me as if to say
"Hurry, boy; it's waiting there for you."

Everyone looked around for the owners of the voices. They were familiar, and sound like the two had sung together many a time.

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away– from you–
There's nothing that a hundred men or more– could ever do–
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had-!
Oh-ho–

When they saw who they were, their mouths dropped, they were working together. When did Satan and the meerkat get along? But none the less, the two groups joined in, echoing in the background of the two singers.

Wild dogs cry out in the night–
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company–
I know that I must do what's right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti–
I seek to cure what's deep! inside-!
Frightened of this thing that I've become-!
Ho-ohh-!!

The two voices worked in harmony together. The effect was enough to shock the two glee groups.

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away– from you–
Drag me away-!
There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do–
Could ever do-!
I bless the rains down in Africa–
I bless the rain!
I bless the rains down in Africa–
I– bless the rain!
I bless the rains down in Africa-!
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had-!!
Ho-oh–

Everyone's jaws were on the floor as the two sang out, taking over a minute for the groups to clap at the end of the song.

"Bassy!" Nick and Jeff shouted as they charged towards Bassy.

Thanks to the particle accelerator accident, Bassy was able to dodge the pair sneakily before they brought the three of them to the floor. "Too slow," Bassy smirked as he watched the two hit the floor.

He felt another object starting to hit his body, his instincts taking over as he grabbed the guilty arm and threw the connected body over his back. As his eyes set in front of him, Bassy saw three bodies piled on top of each other moaning in pain.

"Come on, Sebastian," Blaine breathed as he got to his feet, his hand clutching at his back painfully.

"Don't sneak up on someone, Killer. Wouldn't want to be on the rear end of your name, would you?" Bassy snapped at him, losing any trace of a smirk over his face.

"Why would you do that anyway," Blaine questioned, helping the other two to their feet.

"Instinct!" Bassy snapped again before breathing deeply to calm himself before further explaining, "many things have happened since we last sang."

"That doesn't sound very pleasant," many people in the room whispered.

"Yeah, pleasant is one way to describe a nine-month coma," Bassy scoffed.

"Nine-month coma!" Everyone choked out.

"That's what I said, or don't you trust me?" Bassy sneered with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, they trust you, fivel. They just realised that they might not have seen you again after graduation." Santana stated.

"As I said previously, maybe they would be in a better place without me being in their lives again," Sebastian stated.

"We wouldn't be who we are now without you, Bassy!" The Warblers shouted as the all circled him, wanting to hug him.

Sighing, Bassy opened his arms; knowing what the Warblers wanted to do. "Come here," he stated before they all barrelled into him, "you too," Bassy sighed when he saw some of the looks the New Directions were giving the group.

The New Directions all joined in, leaving the man in the middle feeling rather squashed, but loved and cared for anyway.

"Now I think this calls for a drinking night!" A Warbler shouted, breaking the hug up in the process.

"I can almost bet each of you that no one can beat me in a drinking race," Bassy laughed, his eyes shining, "nor can anyone make me shit faced."

"Challenge accepted," the people around him smirked.

-----

Even after almost draining a whole pub, Bassy remained sober. I wonder why that was?

Whereas the Warblers and New Directions had only just managed to get back to their respective sleeping areas before collapsing into a drunken mess.

Bassy had his title of singing, dancing and alcohol back all in one. He counted that as a significant success.

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