Author's Note: Okee Dokee my dear fanfiction friends! Here I have my very first chapter story! I decided to post another Flash one, because of the publics immediate response to my first one. But I'm going to take a poll: Along with the next 2 chapters in this story, which genre do you want me to do next? I could do the following: Supergirl, Doctor Who, Anne of Green Gables, the Flash, Man from U.N.C.L.E., or the Arrow. Tell me what you think, and I will do what the majority asks.

Disclaimer: Not mine. *Pouts*

There wasn't much else to do but think. So she thought, and she sat, and she sat and she thought. And she waited. She waited for her friends to rescue her. For Barry to rescue her.

When Caitlin thought she mostly thought about Barry. She imagined his smile; heard his laugh; remembered all the things they had done with each other. Remembering Barry kept her from forgetting herself. It was too easy to do that in this lonely place. The CCPD had never seemed so terrible.

Zoom had brought her something from Big Belly Burger, which made her think of Harry. Caitlin wondered if he had found Jesse yet. She had been fighting with herself about wether he should look for her. She needed to move on, and if distancing herself from the man who did so much to protect her worked, then Caitlin respected that. Would she ever move on from this experience? She wasn't sure.

The whoosh of air that followed this thought had become so common that Caitlin was barely startled. For a brief, shining moment, she thought it was Barry. But it wasn't, of course.

Jay Garrick, or Hunter Zolomon, or Zoom, or whoever the heck he was, pulled off his mask. He did every time he wanted to talk to her, for which Caitlin, as much as she loathed him, was grateful for. Seeing Jay so... evil and wrong was scary enough, but that blank, faceless mask was a whole new level of creepy.

"Cait-" He started.

She cut him off, pulling at her chains. "I told you not to call me that!"

Jay walked towards her, and she flinched away from the hand he reached out to stroke her tangled curls. "I'm sorry, Caitlin. I just came here to ask you one more time if you will ever love me again."

Caitlin pulled at her chains again, straining to get enough leverage to get in his face, which was impossible from her position on the floor. "I will never love you."

Jay straightened, his face a mask. "Why Caitlin? After all we've been through..."

"Barry was right. We never should have trusted you." Caitlin spat, trying to get under his skin. "You're nothing but a monster."

Jay's jaw worked. "You Flash is dead. They tried to give him back his powers and they killed him. I am the last speedster."

Caitlin's world crashed around her shoulders, and her heart began a rapid race in her chest. "You're lying." She said, her voice shaking. "You're LYING!"

Jay smirked, and whooshed off, barely giving her time to relax at the absence of his presence before his was back, holding a tattered, red, very familiar suit. "What do you think now, Caitlin? Am I lying?"

Caitlin's throat closed up as a sob built up in her chest. Tears welled in her eyes and she felt slightly dizzy. Zoom sped off again, and she tucked her chin into her knees and closed her eyes.

It was the first time she had cried since she had been kidnapped. She cried and cried until she was empty. Then she sat, frozen. She felt hollowed out inside; cold, and miserable. Barry, her one light in this prison... was dead. She would never see him again. He would never come to save her. She would never tell him... tell him that she loved him.

Caitlin sat up, her spine straightening to the usual ramrod position. She would no longer wait for anyone to save her. It was time to save herself.

First, these chains: They were made of metal, and attached to one of the officer's desks. If she could manage to break the table leg... then she would be able to slip the cuff out...

But no matter how much she strained, and pulled, and kicked at the table, it didn't work. Caitlin hmphed, and looked around. It seemed she would have to think out of the box. The box... That's it!

Caitlin glanced around her quickly, before stretching out her left leg as far as it could go. She was aiming for a box of emergency supplies that she had found while she was investigating the room she was in from her spot on the floor. She wasn't sure what was in it, but it was sure to be something good.

Even as she reached, she knew she wasn't going to be able to stretch far enough. Caitlin unconsciously bit her lip in concentration. Then she grabbed the table leg and pulled as hard as she could. The table moved a few inches. Perfect.

Once she had snagged the box and pulled it within reach of her other hand, she pulled of the top and rooted through it. A few files (useless, though they made her think of Barry, which in turn made her stifle as sob); a gun (she could never use that, even if Zoom wasn't fast enough to catch bullets); a coffee mug (what?). She then came across a swiss army knife. That would work.

Caitlin opened the tool, reminding herself of it's features. There was a small blade, a nail filer, a screwdriver, a can opener, wire cutters, and, oh, perfect, a small saw. Smiling grimly now, Caitlin raised the saw to the table leg and began to cut through it.

It was stupid really, how big of a mistake she had made. Tables are not made to balance on 3 legs. But Caitlin was so excited to finally be saving herself for once, she stopped thinking. She sawed and sawed and finally broke through, and then she pulled.

And the table came crashing down on top of her.

Author's Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed! Chapter 2 will come either tomorrow or the next day, depending on how cruel I am, and how many votes I get for my next story. Let's say… 5 votes, and it's posted tomorrow, and less then that you have to wait 'till the next day. Sound good?

R&R, my friends!