Just In Case Files: #001 and a half - Me, Myself … and Them.

Summary: Justin Russo, private eye. Wizard. Badass. At least in THIS reality. What happens when his OTHER selves cross over to his world… and why?

Rating: T for language and adult situation.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except certain original characters, like Barry. Who wouldn't want to own Barry? C'mon!

A/N: First off; in order to kind of understand this story, you must have read the first "Just In Case File." This story is a Future-Fic AU version of the Disney series we all know and obsess over. Secondly, this is actually going to be a very short story. A slight fluff piece. Which is why I gave it a "half" case file number. No more than five to six chapters (maybe less) for this baby. Third, I actually have a second "Just In Case File" lined up so don't worry, this isn't the last you'll see of Justin Russo, private eye. This plot bunny was just begging to be played with before I started on the "heavy" drama.

R&R (let me know what you think) and most importantly, ENJOY!

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Prologue

I hate running.

"Russo!" the British accent shouted in the distance, his voice urgent as he barked for me to "Move your arse!"

The air was cold, the streets were wet, and darkness blanketed the city. The tenement buildings loomed over us, as if protecting its residents like tower guards. The sound of the city was eerily soft, not at all loud and blinding.

I guess this is what happens when a wormhole is unleashed in the middle of a July summer.

Did I mention that I hate running?

"Russo!" this time another male, almost akin to my own except his New York accent eased towards Brooklyn. "We're gonna lose 'em if you don't move your fuckin' ass!"

I growled at the accusation in his voice. No shit, Sherlock. As if I didn't know the importance of this chase!

Grey clouds that had settled above us had stopped raining long enough to allow a wicked light show to dazzle the city's residents.

That thunderous song ringing in my ear? Wasn't my footsteps as I made my through the dark alley labyrinths. Nor was it the thunder clouds overhead. No… it was my heart beating to one mantra and one mantra alone; Save Alex. Save Alex. Save Alex.

Save Alex.

I hate running… but if I had to in order to save my sister; then so be it.