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Z-FLASH-Z

Barry flashed forward, pinning the criminal to the pole. He tied him up with the rope, taking a step back to watch Erik struggle against it. He had been trying to kill a family of four (two parents and two daughters) with a knife before Barry brought him into an alley where they started fighting. How psycho was that? The murder attempt, not the fighting. Barry shook his head. "Why were you trying to kill them?"

Erik looked up with disgust at the Flash. "Revenge. Revenge against Olivia."

Barry frowned. "Are you sure you're sane in the head kid? Because for someone so young, you sure look crazy."

Erik coughed, wiping his nose on his shoulder. Barry didn't feel as bad for the guy as he should. T"he mad look in the 20 year olds eyes as he held the knife over the scared girls was definitely not going to leave his mind. He turned around and pressed his earpiece. "Cisco, I've got him. Call the police, he's just a normal crimi-"

Barry was cut off short by the surprise of being tackled onto the ground. He felt Erik's shaking hands grab the edge of his cowl. "Wait, no stop!"

"Barry, hey what's going on?" Cisco's voice sounded worried on the other end.

Erik pulled the cowl over his head and Barry didn't move, about to flash away and fix his mask when suddenly he felt the guy bit into his neck. Barry hissed in pain. "What the hell dude?"

He pushed Erik off of him and readjusted his cowl, making sure the guy didn't see his face. His hand went instinctively to where the he had bit him and he could feel the teeth marks on his skin. Barry glared at Erik as he coughed, and he grabbed the rope, only to see that it had been cut. Barry sighed. He grabbed the criminal and flashed him to the police office, making sure to cuff him by Joe's desk. Joe looked up immediately, giving him a curt nod. Feeling everyone's eyes on him, Barry nodded one last time before running back to S.T.A.R labs.

Z-FLASH-Z

Cyrus dumped his clothes, running a hand through his hair. He slid his fake ID and pushed the door open. He kept the taser gun by his hip close, in case the need emerged. His first priority was to get out of this unnoticed, considering how much of a high profile he was in Starling, wait no, Star city right now.

When he reached the fifth floor, he slid his card and pushed the door open. He sneaked inside as the next guard came to patrol the hall.

A cackle some from behind him and Cyrus turned around to see the man he had come for laughing hysterically. Cyrus growled, "Shut up."

"I'm guessing you're not here to give me my dinner," James Jesse said with a chuckle. Cyrus took his time to answer considering he began to look at all the drawings in the madman's cell. "The flash, huh?"

James smile dropped and a dark gaze appeared in his eyes. "Who are you and what do you want?"

Cyrus smirked, straightening his suit. "Oh I'm just here for a proposal. I'll break you out, but only if you work with me."

"Ha, heard that one before. Do we have a common enemy too?" James asked tiredly, uninterested as he sat back down and paged through a magazine.

"No, but a common feeling driving us crazy."

James looked up, reasoning an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"

Cyrus grinned. "Revenge. I want revenge against the man who destroyed my image as well as put me in jail."

James's lips lifted up into maniacal grin. "Ooh, I like where this is going."

"The Arrow," Cyrus said simply. James shoulders slumped. "Ugh."

"I'll get you out of this spot if you help me trick him and then you can go on your own path and me on my own," Cyrus offered.

James seemed to think. "No."

Cyrus made a face. "No!? What the hell, why?"

"I don't give a single damn about the Arrow," James huffed. "I'll help you if you help me kill the Flash. An enemy for an enemy. You help me kill mine first so we know we can trust each other."

Cyrus chuckled. "Not gonna happen, I can't hang around in Central for so long."

James shrugged. "Fine. Good luck with the Arrow."

Cyrus narrowed his eyes. He had expected a bit more cooperation. "Fine. We kill the Flash and then the Arrow."

James tsked. "I kill the Flash, you're just going to help me. Same terms for your Arrow."

Cyrus sighed. "Fine. I don't have much time, I have another card that'll-"

"Wait," James said.

"Now what?" Cyrus asked annoyedly.

"My son has to be a part of this," James stated. "I might not be here one day and I need him to take over my business."

Cyrus snorted. "No. We're not breaking out some teenage rebel."

James glared at him. "You want what you want, and I want what I want. I'll do it myself, because I also want Axel to join us."

"Whatever. That's up to you, I'm not risking my life enough as it is," Cyrus stated.

"Well, you better hurry because the guards tend to visit me at 5:30," James said, a smirk planted on his face.

Z-FLASH-Z

From tossing and turning the whole night to throwing his alarm clock when it rang, Barry couldn't help but feel terribly ill the next day. And that was saying something considering he didn't get ill.

He remained in the warmth and security of his covers, not wanting to face the world with the terrible headache God had brought upon him.

It didn't take long before Joe came in to check on him, ready from head to toe for work.

"Oh Barry, you're gonna be late again," Joe sighed and Barry mumbled that he'd be there in five minutes.

"Get up," Joe ordered, and Barry heard him nudge a box of pizza that was lying on the ground. "When was the last time you cleaned your room?"

Barry tightened his grasp on the covers as Joe neared his bed. "Barry, you feeling alright?"

Barry nodded. "Mmhm, I've never been better." His voice came out raspy for some reason.

"Open your eyes, it's time for work," Joe said.

Barry opened his eyes and squinted because of the harsh sunlight peeking inside from the space between his curtains.

"You don't look so good," Joe observed. "You sure you're feeli-"

Barry coughed suddenly, feeling like someone was poking the inside of his throat with a knife. The coughing didn't stop, but only worsened and he had to sit up as Joe rubbed his back. Joe hurriedly brought him a glass of water and Barry downed the whole thing.

He felt a wave of relief overcome him and he glanced worriedly at Joe who mirrored his expression. "I thought you didn't get sick," Joe said, placing the glass on Barry's side table.

Barry shook his head and swallowed. "I don't. Or rather, I'm not supposed to."

Joe nodded, pursing his lips and standing up. "You take a sick day off. Whatever it is you've come down with, it seems bad. Your eyes even have a hint of red in them."

Barry shook his pounding head. "No that's probably because I couldn't sleep the whole night."

Joe gently pushed him back on the bed. "Then rest. Take a rest day. I'll tell Captain Singh."

Barry pushed himself up again. "But what if S.T.A.R labs need me?"

Joe sighed, fixing Barry's pillow and grabbing his phone. Barry watched in disbelief as Joe turned it off and pocketed it. "No one calls. I'll tell the lab that you're sick. They'll come up with a reason while you lay here and rest. I haven't seen you this sick in a long time." Joe placed his hand on top of Barry's forehead and pursed his lips. "You've definitely got a fever alright."

Barry sighed and Joe gave him a look. "You rest, okay?"

His pounding headache overpowered his decision and he closed his eyes, nodding begrudgingly. "I think I'll stay home today," Joe said. "Iris'll leave too, you'll be alone."

"No, no. I'm fine, you go do you," Barry mumbled, pulling the covers over him.

"You sure, Bar? You look-"

"Mhmm, sure," Barry muttered, sleep starting to pull at him.

"Okay then, take care. I'll try to come early." He felt Joe place a kiss to his forehead and Barry couldn't help but feel like a kid again. He coughed. A sick kid.

He didn't know exactly when but a few hours later, Iris came to his room. She was wondering what he was doing home and Barry had mumbled a small, "m'sick."

She'd provided him with a glass of water and cough syrup, saying he'd had to go but she'd come home early. Now, two o'clock in the afternoon, Barry found himself rubbing his eyes. He sat up in bed, his headache having vanished though a sore nose had replaced it. He sniffled, grabbing the glass of water and downing it. His hand went to grab his phone and he sighed when he didn't find it. Right, Joe had it.

Barry stretched, deciding that he felt better and was in perfect shape to go to S.T.A.R labs. He got out of bed, dizziness overcoming him for a second. It left as quick as it came and Barry quickly found a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt to throw on. He flashed downstairs, or rather, tried to. He stopped halfway down the stairs, nausea overcoming him as well as confusion. He tried to flash to the kitchen, but he ended up short in the living room. His speed seemed to somehow effected by the cold. Barry sniffled, narrowing his eyes and letting out sigh. Great. He'd have to get to the lab the hard way.