So I know I've been doing a lot of one shots about season 4 lately. I'm seriously not trying to avoid "Hearts and Hardships" I know I've been getting a lot of people private messaging me to continue, I've just hit a sort of writers block with that story. Anyway the newest episode of the flash (4x09) has me so mad. Since I love Singh's character I thought I would do Barry getting arrested from his POV. Enjoy!

The precinct was quiet, eerily quiet. It only took me a second to realize that it was Christmas and almost everyone was out celebrating. Me, I wasn't allowed to celebrate because it being Christmas doesn't magically make all the criminals go away. But for some reason I had a gut feeling that today wasn't going to be a good Christmas for the CCPD.

Hell, it already wasn't a good one considering I suspended Barry Allen for two weeks and the other CSI's had to take care of the cases. Nobody was as good as Allen, the kid could figure out what happened before he even properly analyzed it. It's like he was there when it happened.

Recently Allen has been extremely out of character. There was a glimmer of hate in his eyes that I had never seen before. The kid was a good kid, in fact he was one of the kindest, most caring people I had ever met. But a crime is a crime no matter the person. And Mr. Allen has broken into the Devoes home after a complaint from them.

I was sitting at my desk writing up a report when I heard a knock on my door. I was really hoping it was just an officer coming in to ask to leave early or something along the lines. I seriously don't want to deal with anything tonight.

"Come in," I finally spoke up. The door clicked open and officer Andrews was standing in the door with a sad look on his face. Oh no.

"What is it?"

"Sir, we just got a call from Devoe saying Barry has a knife and is trying to murder him," the man said hecticly. My eyes widened, Barry would never try to hurt anyone. No, that doesn't matter right now. But it's Barry, what Devoe set a trap? No a civilian is in danger, it doesn't matter who the person is. I took a pledge to keep everyone safe. The captain side of me won and I told Andrews to round up the S.W.A.T. Team and to get ready to move out.

I grabbed my gun and ran out the door. I pulled out my walker talkie.

"We have a 417K, potentialy a 187," (417K is a person with a knife and 187 is murder) with that being said a few cops ran up to me to ask what was happening and I just waved them off saying we have it handled.

Thankfully the car ride wasn't long, I didn't want to have to endure the pain of people asking why Allen would do such a thing. If that was asked my simple reaponse would be that it doesn't matter why. But in my heart I knew that it did matter. There was something more to the story that Allen wouldn't, and I assume wasn't going to, tell me.

As fast as possible everyone was upstairs, outside of the Allen's apartment door. I had never been inside so I was going to take necessary precautions. We don't know if Allen is going to be gone or if he was going to attack us. He wasn't going to attack. He might. He wouldn't kill. I don't know that. I tried the door, but it was locked. I heard someone inside.

"Allen open up!" He didn't open up. So I ordered for a battering ram to be used. For the split second that the door was falling to the ground I saw a flash of yellow and Barry's sad face. We filed into the room in a certain fashion. I raised my flash light up to Allen's face. He didn't look guilty. A lot of criminals don't look guilty, that doesn't mean he isn't. I'd known the kid for almost 18 years and I never thought that I'd be in this situation.

"Keep your hands where I can see them Barry." I'd never used his first name to him directly. Allen did what I asked. He kept his held high, looking like he accepted is fate. I couldn't focus on personal stuff right now. I need to be a cop. Ugh. This scene was vaguely familiar. It was just like the night 17 years ago.

Flash back

"This is the CCPD! Open up!" We had gotten a call from the neighbors of loud screams coming from the Allen house. The door wasn't opened and I could hear crying. I heard a faint whisper and told the team to hold.

"Dad and I are okay." I heard. The Allen's has a young son, 11 years old. But this was someone older. Maybe a potential threat. With that I ordered the SWAT to use the battering ram to open the door. When we entered all I saw was Henry Allen standing with his hands in the air. I put my flashlight up to his face.

"Keep your hands where I can see them Henry." The man did what was asked.

"I swear I didn't do this. I love her." I searched the area and I rounded the half wall to see a deceased Nora Allen on the floor with a stab wound in her heart. I turned to face Henry Allen.

"Henry Allen you are under arrest for the murder of Nora Allen." I reached up and grabbed the mans arms. He didn't move, good. "Anything you say can and will be used against you."

Once the area was done being searched we took Henry Allen out to the squad car. A young Barry Allen running up and yelling to his father. Henry only telling him not to go into the house.

I started to search the area. I saw a knife set sitting on the table. No. Not again. The only difference between this and Henry Allen's arrest is that Barry didn't deny the situation he was in. He could have run. But he didn't. I looked past the knife to see a splatter of blood across the floor. When I followed the trail, I came across a deceased Clifford Devoe, a single stab wound to the heart. My heart dropped.

I turned to Barry Allen. He was avoiding my stare. He stood in a way that told me he was framed. But I couldn't see anything that told me he didn't do it. And with our best CSI being the one getting arrested, the chances didn't look so good for Barry. I slowly stood up.

"Barry Allen you are under arrest for the murder of Clifford Devoe." Those words. The words tasted so wrong in my mouth. It didn't feel right. He's getting what he deserves. No Barry Allen doesnt deserve this. He murdered someone. No he didn't. There's no proof he didn't.

Barry didn't hesitate. He put his arms behind his back and let us lead him out the door. He didn't say a word on the way out. He let everyone in his apartment building give him the disgusted, a little scared, but overall disgusted look. He endured everyone on the streets look. He endrued the looks of his coworkers as they took him to the truck.

Iris came running up, yelling out to Barry as he was pushed into the truck. He said the hauntingly familiar words to his wife.

"Don't go in the house Iris."

That was all that Barry said to her before she began to break down crying. All we had available at the time was a transfer truck to put Barry in. He sat down in the truck before one of the officers began to get in. I stopped the officer, insisting I be the one who stay back there with him. Telling them I scared him more than anything. When in reality I needed to speak with him.

The engine of he truck started and we began to move. I had 20 minutes to talk with him. For a few seconds we sat in silence in the back of the truck, Barry's head looking at his hands, his hands that were trapped in cold metal.

"Barry." I began to speak when I saw Allen look up to me, his face drenched in tears and his eyes chillingly blank.

"I bet this is familiar. I'm an Allen. To everyone I'm just the kid that's life was messed up. My dad murdered. So I must be a murderer." My heart broke at his words. He wasn't a murderer. I tried to speak up only to be stopped by his words.

"I don't understand, I've done so much for this city. Not only in police work, but as..." he stopped speaking, as if he wasn't allowed to say what he wanted to say. Deep down I knew what he wanted to say.

"Barry I know you didn't do this. You are such a kind person, and you have done so much for this city. Not only in police work. But not everyone is going to believe you. They don't know you, to them you're just a man. They haven't seen all the things you Barry Allen has done for the city." I tried to sound sympathetic. I tried to reassure Barry. But nothing good could come out of this situation.

"Ya know I was kidnapped by Devoe today. Caitlin was also kidnapped today. Iris had to make a choice to save me or Caitlin. She chose Caitlin because she knew I could hold my own. I managed to get out," Barry said, his face to the floor. I faltered a little at his words. How many times does this stuff happen? How many times has something like this happened and the police didn't know.

"While I was trapped in Devoes 'lair' I had time to reflect on my life. I travelled back in time to save my mother, only to change my mind and comfort her instead. I held my mother while she died, I told her that dad and I were okay," that's who was in their house that night, "she told me I look like her dad." He bagan to cry harder.

"My Mom died to a man I wasn't fast enough to stop. Then years later my dad was held hostage in the exact same spot and didn't get to say a proper goodbye before he was stabbed in the heart by another person I wasn't fast enough to stop. I got to hold my dying father. And you know what's funny?" He looked up to me and I gave a confused look.

"It's funny that I'm getting arrested for a murder I didn't commit, just like my father. I had the chance to kill both of the men that murdered my parents, they were in my grasps and I almost killed them. But I didn't. Why would I go and kill someone that hasn't even wronged me when I didn't kill to people that took everything from me?"

I stopped, he just spilled two things to me that I never knew. He just told me he was the flash and he told me that he had the chance to kill both of the men but he didn't.

"How many people do you think are going to believe you unless you reveal yourself as the flash? None." I wanted to say. I tried to stay professional and kind, but that didn't seem to want to work for me. Instead I ended up saying..

"You are a remarkable man Barry. Not just as the flash. You've always been so kind and wouldn't hurt a fly. But not everyone is going to believe that story. I do believe you. I've secretly thought you were the flash for a long time if I'm being truthful. I know you didn't do this. I know. But there's no evidence to support that." I didn't want to say that, but Barry needed the truth. The tention was so thick in the truck that you could cut it.

Before Barry could say anything else the doors of the truck flew open and Barry was pulled out. Barry slowly got up and began to walk. We walked him into the precinct. As the doors to the elevator opened every head in the precinct turned to look. Their eyes widened in shock and I could see Barry's heart be crushed. But nonetheless he kept his head up and didn't let their looks get to him. He didn't have anything to be guilty for.

"Lead him to the interrogation room," I said to one of the officers. They took him their and a detective was sent in to interrogate him. I just stood outside of the glass and watched it unfold. The detectives weren't believing his story and there was nothing that I could do besides wait for evidence to be collected and for the detectives to figures it out.

"We are going to get you out of this Bar," I whispered under my breath. I used his nickname because the man was like a nephew to me. Even though I knew I might not be able to keep that promise I was going to try my damn hardest to keep it.

Oh my gosh the feels. I definitely want to continue this. Almost all the one shots I've written people want me to continue. I will try to update one of my stories soon, but I have exams. I'm aware that it's unlike Barry to just tell people he's the flash unless he needs to, but people do crazy things when they are in crazy situations! Leave your reviews down below! I love reading them!