There were some days when Captain Singh really hated his job. Today was one of those days. He was walking angrily down the CCPD, yelling at anyone who made eye contact with him.
It all started when Joe and Eddie apprehended a violent criminal, suspected for murder. Well, suspected by the jury at least, since it was obvious to everyone that this man was definitely the murderer they were looking for. But they didn't have enough evidence to charge him.
His name is Wesley Myers, and he is a sick psycho. He murdered his wife, but all of the evidence that points towards him is circumstantial at best. There was no way the charge was going to stick without a confession.
They needed a confession. They needed a confession within the next 24 hours, or Wesley was to be let free. If he were let free, there's no doubt that he would escape the country as soon as possible.
Singh was one of the best integrators in the country, and along with Joe's help, the CCPD closed a multitude of cases with a criminals confession. So usually, this wouldn't be a problem, except that it was. Wesley happened to be one of the most stuck up, condescending, egotistical, evil, manipulative people he has ever had the misfortune of meeting.
Singh couldn't get two words in without getting interrupted, which obviously is now the cause of his horrifying mood. He had no idea how to get through to the guy; Wesley was obviously a great actor, with many barriers surrounding him. Singh couldn't figure him out.
It was with this in mind, that Singh approached the coffee machine. He needed an extra dose of caffeine if he were going to deal with this latest criminal. At the same time he was approaching, he saw Barry approach the coffee machine. It was watching him when Singh had a genius idea.
Barry was not having a good day. It started early this morning, when he slept through his alarm due to a late night. Then later, as he tried to cook eggs, he got a notification that a building was burning. One saved building and burned arm later, he arrived back home, only to find his eggs burned to a crisp. It was then he realized that he was late for work, and had to super speed to the precinct without breakfast.
And just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, Joe barged into his office to tell him that the criminal they have been after for the past 3 months refuses to confess, and they don't have the evidence to make a formal arrest. Needless to say, he was tired, sleepy, hungry, and just over all agitated.
The thing was, when Barry gets agitated, he tends to let his Sebastian side go unchecked, unleashing his bad attitude. So with a frown on his face, Barry made his way down to the coffee machine in order to get a much needed caffeine fix. After all, he was expected to work over time going over his work on the Wesley Myers case, making sure he didn't miss any crucial evidence.
When Barry arrived at the machine, he noticed a new rookie cop toying with it. Officer Peters, he believed his name was. New kid, who was around Barry's age, but has nowhere near his experience in terms of the CCPD. That made the kid both eager to please, and a complete pain in the neck. Usually Barry sympathized with him, and was nice to him. But today was just not Barry's day.
"What are you doing?" Barry asked Peters with an attitude.
"Uh, fixing the coffee machine?" Peters replied warily.
"And your idea of 'fixing it' is pushing all of the buttons randomly, hoping to make it work?" Barry questioned sarcastically.
"No. No of course not. I was actually-"
Barry rudely interrupted, "Look kid, as much as I love poorly made excuses from incompetent fools, I would like some coffee before I have to process another word that comes from your mouth. Talking to you tends to significantly lower my IQ."
"Excuse me?" Peters asked, confused that sweet Barry Allen was being mean.
"Oh I'm sorry, was I speaking too fast? I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Really, they let in just about anyone into the police academy, now don't they?"
"I was one of the best candidates!" Peters exclaimed, now quite offended.
"I don't see why. You have pasty skin, unkempt hair, and a brain the size of the peanut. If you were 'one of the best candidates' then I fear for the human race."
"What?!"
"Let's not even get me started on your clumsiness. You'd think that the academy would teach you how to not loose papers, or you know, how to hold a gun right. Apparently not."
"I'll have you know-"
Barry once again interrupted him, "No seriously, are you sure you ever even attended college? Oh well, you're here now, so I guess I have to learn how to deal with you."
"But-"
"Are you going to stand there talking the entire time, or are you going to move so that I can actually fix the coffee machine?"
Flabbergasted, and beyond confused, Peters jaw dropped, and side stepped, allowing Barry access to the coffee machine.
"I would say thank you, but you didn't really do anything other than add to my ever growing headache, and make me waste 5 minutes of my time."
After a few seconds of pressing buttons, Barry got the coffee machine working again. Pouring himself a cup, he turned around, only to notice Captain Singh staring at him in shock.
"Can I help you Captain?" Barry asked, in a semi-polite tone. He was his boss after all.
"I can't believe I didn't think of this before!" Singh exclaimed.
"What are you talking about?"
"Wesley Myers."
"The one who murdered his wife? What about him?"
"He's an annoying, insufferable, narcissistic psychopath. Never lets you get a word in, so it's quite impossible to interrogate him."
"Ok, what does that have to do with me?" Barry asked.
"No, not you Mr. Allen. Sebastian Smythe on the other hand, will be quite useful. See, I neglected to realize, that the only person who could get through to someone as egotistical as Myers, was someone who was just as self-involved and cruel. Now, the only person I know that's more annoying than a killer, would be a playboy billionaire by the name of Smythe." Singh explained.
"You want me, an inexperienced CSI, to interrogate a criminal?"
"Do you have any other ideas?"
"I already went through the evidence 4 times today."
"Then talking to him surely wouldn't hurt."
"Fine, I'll do it. Just give me an hour or so to get ready." Barry agreed.
"Sure thing kid. But hurry back. Oh, and whenever you get in a better mood, apologize to Peters, I think you scared the boy."
"Whatever." And with that, Barry left the precinct.
An hour later, Barry once again entered the CCPD. His hair was styled the same as it had been in high school. He was wearing an expensive Armani blazer, along with a crisp white button up, and designer jeans. In his hand, he carried a cup of coffee (filled with Courvoisier of course).
He made his way straight to Captain Singh, who then quickly ushered him towards the interrogation room. Entering, he noticed a single table in the room. Myers was sitting down in a chair, his hands handcuffed to the table.
Barry silently took the seat in front of Myers, his mouth set in a smirk. He was now, completely, one hundred percent Sebastian. He gave his other side full reigns for this operation. He knew that behind the looking glass, both Singh and Joe were watching, but he couldn't care. Joe was probably furious, yelling at Singh for letting Barry in there with a dangerous criminal.
"You don't look like much." Sebastian stated simply, before leaning back, and quirking an eyebrow.
"That's what they all say." Myers replied with a smile, without a care in the world.
"Oh I'm sure they do. You're not very easy on the eyes."
"So, so the police now make their judgments based on ones physical appearance?"
"No. But then again, I'm not the police."
"Then who are you?"
"A man."
"And they call me uncooperative." Myers scoffed.
"I'm not the suspected criminal Mr. Myers. If I want to be uncooperative, then I sure as hell could be."
"Let me guess, you think I'm guilty too?" Myers mocked sarcastically.
"Oh absolutely. Guilty of a bad hair cut, guilty for awful hair care products, guilty for being a complete ass hole, guilty for marrying an ugly-"
Sebastian was quickly interrupted, "My wife is NOT ugly!" Myers exclaimed.
Sebastian's smirk grew. So, his wife is what gets a rise out of him. Interesting…
"Was."
"What?" Myers asked, trying to get a handle of his emotions.
"Your wife was not ugly. She's dead. You killed her, don't you remember?" Sebastian asked nonchalantly.
"I did not-"
Sebastian interrupted him, "Then again, I don't blame you. Hell, if I married someone as hideous as her, I would certainly think about it as well."
Myers was beginning to get angry, "I said, I didn't-"
Sebastian just carried on, uninterrupted, "Though, I don't think I could really do it. Kill her I mean. I pride myself for my courage, but even I don't have the guts to kill her, no matter how ugly she is."
"STOP CALLING HER UGLY!"
"Oh, but she is! Or would you rather have me not tell the truth. It's ok, I understand, some people prefer lies. Just like how some people prefer murdering. Tell me Mr. Myers, did she scream?"
"She-"
"Or was she more the silent type? I know the death wasn't a quick one, it had to be painful. But then again, you know that as well. After all, you were there."
"I wasn't-"
"There we go again with the denial! It's quite infuriating. You'd think that killing your ugly wife would make you less of a jerk."
"I'm not-"
"But maybe one death wasn't enough. Huh, I haven't thought about that. Maybe you're the type who likes to kill more than once."
"I don't-"
"Or do you just like killing your wives? Does that mean in order to kill again, you'd have to remarry?"
Mr. Myers was seething in rage, "I didn't-"
"Of course the woman would have to be ugly, after all, that is your type."
"MY WIFE WASN'T UGLY. IF SHE WERE, SHE WOULDN'T HAVE SLEPT WITH MY BROTHER, SO I NEVER WOULD HAVE KILLED HER!"
Sebastian felt a grin creep upon his face. Realizing what he said, Myers face dropped in horror, before he covered his mouth.
Calmly, Sebastian stood up and stated, "Thank you for your time. Have fun in prison."
"You. You tricked me!" Myers exclaimed.
"Ah, yes. Thank you for making it so easy." With that, Barry exited the room.
"He's all yours boys." Barry told the cops.
With a knowing smile, Singh went in to talk to Myers, while Joe just stood staring at Barry, shocked.
"What the hell kid? When did you learn how to interrogate?" Joe asked.
Barry smirked slightly before replying, "When you dorm for an entire year with a stubborn ex-military boy, you tend to learn a few things, like how to get said stubborn friend to tell you the truth about his steroid shots. Or how to find out which of your teammates didn't practice the previous night, when you stated quite clearly that they were to practice until they dropped like the worthless sacks of flour they really are."
Joe just stared at Barry. "I don't even want to know." And with that, Joe walked away, leaving Barry smiling at the memories of his time in Dalton.