3. BFF

The police were still roaming the crime scene; a CSI examining from a short distance, several people who looked less like cops talked to the few witnesses, who looked seriously shaken. Everything marked with the infamous yellow tape, the blue and red of police cars' flashing lights still illuminating the scene.

A cop with a badge around his neck was talking to Vera and Terri – Barry, Cisco and Caitlin stayed close to them, feeling like they should. If anything, they owed to Vera; things might have get messy for them if she hadn't intervene. Cisco didn't even fight a shiver at the thought. And that was saying something, considering what they usually dealt with.

Maybe it was the fact that their opponents had powers and now, when they were confronted with a… regular criminal, things got scarily unfamiliar again.

The engineer didn't spent too much time solving the puzzle of his uneasiness though and moved to another important question that was truly bugging him. It involved a certain black-haired barista and her moves.

Eh, moves. Anyway.

"Okay, so I gotta ask," he blurted out to cover the embarrassment at his own thoughts. Detective Mahoney as Cisco learned from the badge),( who was interrupted in a middle of a sentence turned to him with challenging look. Cisco gulped and shifted uncomfortably, rather eyeing Vera. "Are you like special forces or something?"

Vera looked like a deer caught in headlights before she shook her head. "What? No!"

Right. Very convincing.

"That's what an agent would probably say…"

"She's not special forces," the cop backed her up, rolling his eyes and turning a page of his notebook.

"And she would have someone people would trust to back her up..."

"She's not special forces, she's just a special kind of stupid," Terri deadpanned and Vera shot her a wounded look.

The corners of Cisco's lips twitched. These girls seemed to be his kind of people. Or maybe it was just Terri. Either way, Cisco was not convinced in the slightest.

"Not wrong there," the detective sighed and Vera gasped, shocked.

"Y tu, Brett?"

"Aha! First name basis with a cop!" Cisco pointed out immediately, the wheels of his brain speeding up.

"She's a trouble magnet, she keeps meeting him," Terri waved it off, sighing as if she was actually annoyed.

"I'm pretty sure that was Muay Thai and Tae Kwan Do she-" Cisco started naming the styles he had noticed her using and exactly four people shot him a very weird look. "What? I have hobbies!"

"I think I glimpsed Kali too, I mean, it has several effective disarming techniques," Barry added, eyeing Cisco unsurely. Cisco considered; Barry was probably right.

It was hard to tell whose glare was the most concerning. The cop was obviously shocked, while Terri and Vera looked startled. And Cait seemed 100% done with them.

"I teach fit-box," the barista offered confidently. Cisco gave her an unimpressed look. Fit-box. Right. Not that he even knew what it meant, but it sounded as an attempt to add poor imitation of martial arts into a group fitness lesson. "And I'm taking self-defence classes! I am a trouble magnet!"

"Yeah and sometimes you meet the troubles halfway, been there, done that."

"What does that mean?" the officer demanded, turning to Terri. "I need to question each of you alone..."

"What does that mean? That means that Vera," Terri strained through her teeth, "was being an idiot and traded her place with another hostage with a gun pointed at her head." Her gaze flickered to Caitlin. "No offense."

"None taken," Caitlin whispered timidly.

The detective – Brett, as Vera called him earlier, looked at the woman in question tiredly. "Well, that's just great… you need to think about other people's jaws, Vera."

Vera opened her mouth and closed it, no sound coming out. "I'm pretty sure everyone's jaw is safe, Detective Sergeant."

A beep announced an incoming text. Vera blinked and looked as if she was considering something; as if the text – of which she had no idea what it could contain – reminded her of something.

"Except mine," she added then,

Another beep.

"Is that..?" the cop asked suspiciously, not even finishing the question before he got an answer.

"Probably," Vera hummed.

Beep. The detective threw his hands in the air exasperatedly.

"Perfect. Because this day just keeps getting better."

"Hey, no casualties! That's something, right?" Vera protested, attempting a confident smile that didn't turned out all so well.

Another incoming text.

Cisco narrowed his eyes. It was getting irritating. And frustrating, because what?!

"Someone would disagree. Particularly because there was a person who almost got their brains on this very floor more than voluntarily!"

"Terri! Ew…" Vera complained, making a face.

But she didn't fool Cisco – because just like him, she shivered at the idea. There was a shadow of fear covering her face for a moment.

A ringtone cut the air.

"Looks like someone wants to talk to you," Terri snarked towards the other barista.

"Well, good for them. We need to give our statements first. Go ahead, Terri, you can go first, I have plenty of time."

The phone fell silent. Vera grinned shakily.

"He's not going to… like…?" Detective Mahoney made some strange motion with his head and Cisco squinted at him as he was trying to figure out what it was supposed to mean.

Beep.

"Come on, Brett. You know he wouldn't." Beep. Vera's smile grew confident. "Counterproductive, I keep saying that." Beep.

"You know, he could stop doing something else. So you wouldn't get any stupid ideas next time."

Vera looked at Terri with horror. "He wouldn't."

"I'm just slightly concerned about the fact you're already counting on that there will be next time," the cop noted and Cisco had to mentally admit that… it was quite concerning, yeah.

Maybe they hadn't been kidding about the trouble magnet thing.

Another incoming text – and Cisco was done.

"Okay, I'll bite! Who the hell keeps texting you now? In a way that looks completely not accidental?!"

Vera turned to him, surprised. "I'm sure it's completely incidental. Pure coincidence."

Cisco's mind raced. The tone she said it with was very similar to the way she was talking to the robber. When she was talking-

Holy mother of dragons.

"Are you BFF with Daredevil?!" whisper-yelled excitedly, leaning to her space to bath in the light of the revelation.

"No, I am most certainly not-"

"Oh my god, you are!" Cisco cheered, watching the girl with delighted sparks in his eyes. He was right. He was definitely right. "Oh man, this is soooo cool! That's how you know how to fight. Oh my god, this is awesome!"

Shocked silence fell, blank expressions appearing on both Terri's and Vera's faces. The cop seemed… well, not so surprised by Cisco's exploration.

Huh. Never mind. She was Daredevil's BFF!

"Ohhh, my day just turned fabulous. Can you get me a signature? You think he would take a photo with me?"

"Cisco-" Caitlin tried to temper his excitement a little, entering the conversation with her serious doctor voice.

Cisco pouted. And then Terri burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, if you could see your face! Vera, oh my god-"

The barista's face was indeed priceless. It was very red, embarrassed and gaping. Oh, now Cisco was hundred percent sure.

"Please?" he bargained and reached for her arm.

And that was a royally stupid mistake. Because the moment their bodies touched, he got a vibe.

A man in a devil costume knocking on a window. Vera's bright smile, opening.

Vera rummaging through some box, bandages, needles. First aid kit. Frowning towards muscled bloody torso, cleaning, stitching up. Calloused hand with bruised knuckles squeezing her wrist gently when she's finished.

A dark-haired man, bare scarred back, pressing the girl against a wall, her fingers in his hair, pulling him close as she was exposing her neck to his lips-

Cisco blinked as the sharp light hit him, Vera's frowning face in front of him.

HOLY MOTHER OF DRAGONS since when he was getting porn vibes?!

And she was definitely not Daredevil's BFF, more like BFB if it stood for Best Friends with Benefits. But what did he know? She might even be engaged to him. Or maybe it was the past? The future? He really hated his powers— well, he hated he didn't understand them. Life would be much easier if the visions he was occasionally getting were making a freaking sense.

But now, he couldn't get the picture of her being pinned against the wall out of his head. It was burned to his retina. And he realized he was still gripping her arm. He quickly let go.

"Cisco, buddy, you okay? That star-struck, huh?" Barry teased him, hint of worry in his voice. He knew Cisco just vibed. But he didn't know what and not in a million years he would have figured it out, that was for sure.

"Sorry," he mumbled absently, shaking his head and taking a step back. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

Cisco's eyes flickered towards the girl as she asked him worriedly, as if she didn't have a broken wrist herself. His face went bright red when all he could see was her eyelashes fluttering as the man from his vision showed her his ministrations.

He just nodded, his throat too tight as he was supressing the squeak that was drawn to his lips.

Terri cleared her throat. "I hope you were kidding when you said you knew a defense attorney who would defend him."

"What? He might. You know he's got a soft spot for lost causes and all that," Vera protested, apparently grateful for the change in topic.

"Okay, I hear you, but I honestly doubt he would take a case of someone who threatened to shoot you. That would be too much even for him."

Vera reconsidered. "You're probably right. And I sprained— broke my wrist punching him, so…"

"I actually wouldn't be surprised if he switched sides and became a prosecutor for once-" Vera's lips curled up in a smile that looked too victorious. Terri noticed. "Stop deflecting! We were talking about you being stupid!"

"Hey, you started it," Vera laughed nervously, raising her hands in a no-harm gesture. She grimaced as she moved her hand so carelessly.

"Put some ice on, you dope. We'll talk about this later. But we will."

Maybe it was just Cisco's imagination, but the black-haired girl actually seemed a bit terrified. To be honest, Cisco didn't quite blame her. He suspected that sometimes, Terri's name was just an abbreviation for terrifying.

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Notes:
School's been kicking my arse, but here we go :))

Anyway, I'm having fun. Season 1 and 2 Cisco was just sooo amazing and hilarious, sweet innocent baby, and I miss him like crazy :(

Hope you're having at least a bit of fun too – let me know, please. In any way.

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