"I'm pretty sure that's cheating!" laughed Cisco, trying desperately to keep a straight face.
Barry shrugged, "you never said anything about superspeed."
"Yeah, well I'm saying it now. No powers," ordered Cisco. Caitlin smiled.
It was just an ordinary day at the lab, but Cisco had decided to play tennis. It was him and Caitlin - team S.T.A.R labs - against Barry and Dr Wells - team Flash - and team Flash was winning. Barry returned Cisco's serve in Caitlin's direction, but she missed, threw her racket at the ball, tripped over her own two feet and landed on the floor.
"Caitlin, come here," said Cisco, holding out his arm. Caitlin stood up and walked over to him. "ARE YOU AWARE OF THE RULES OF TENNIS?"
"I don't suppose you have to be reminded of my doctorate, Mister Ramon?"
Cisco sighed and served again. He and Barry managed to get a pretty good rally going between them, until Caitlin missed again.
"Love forty," announced Dr Wells. Cisco rolled his eyes at Caitlin, but he was smiling.
He prepared to serve again, but Caitlin stopped him. "Hold on," she said. She walked over to the side of the court, took off her shoes, then motioned for him to continue.
"Now Caitlin, do I need to Cisco the ball, or can you hit it like a normal person? Actually, hold on. I have a new invention to show y'all."
Barry looked at Dr Wells, who raised his eyebrows. Cisco presented something that looked like a microwave on wheels. "I call it…Steve." He demonstrated how it worked, serving balls, and how said balls had magnets in so once they went out of the court you could simply flick a switch and they came back. "It eliminates the need for those ball boys that pick up boys, I mean balls."
"Let's go," suggested Wells. Cisco switched on the machine and it sent a ball flying onto the pitch. Closely followed by another, and another until all anyone could see was yellow tennis balls. Caitlin ran off the court screaming, Barry dodged the balls using superspeed and Cisco began wrestling with Steve.
"Cisco!" shouted Dr Wells over the din. "Is that meant to happen?"
"No!" he replied.
Meanwhile, Dr Wells was doing his best to avoid the balls. Nobody was looking, but he didn't want to risk standing up. But what he did do was kick the balls obstructing his path out of the way so he could move out of the line of fire.
Cisco finally fixed the machine, and one final ball shot out, which Caitlin hit successfully. It sailed across the pitch and landed clear on the other side.
"Out," announced Dr Wells.