AN: Okay, so I wrote a snowbarry oneshot yesterday. And someone left a review that contained a very big spoiler for season three, which i don't have access to (darned Netflix). So that brings the subject to a few points.
1. I am NOT mad at that person, hell no.
2. Knowing the spoiler (not going to repeat it, look at the reviews for 'Some Day' if you don't already know and wish to), this story will only continue through chapter ten.
3. However, Snowbarry people, I'm going to be writing a lot of that. I've written one of two chapters of something (it's posted), and I've got an idea for a drabble collection, and something about a baby goat and Cisco (don't judge me).
"I can't be certain just yet, but if I'm not mistaken -that's our guy,"
"The Mixer,"
Christopher Morrow: the prime suspect in their little investigation. His bakery, once the hot-topic of Central City, was closed down because of more "eye-catching" competitors. His business was foreclosed, and several ransom letters found their way into the competitors mailboxes. Morrow, more likely guilty for committing the action than not, was not punished for it. The letters turned into robberies, and a few cases of homicides and homicidal attempts. The authorities didn't look into the fifty or so year old man who had all the right motives.
The team at STAR Labs did, however, and they found that this man had a ninety eight percent chance of being the Mixer -all they had to do was prove it. It was risky, it was a little bit dumb, and it made Caitlin sit on the edge of her seat. But a plan was a plan, no matter how poorly planned and/or executed, and they were going to do what they had done several times before.
They were going to lure the meta human to them, and Cisco had a contraption that would allow him to be contained.
It started with a faulty advertising add (props to Caitlin) placed in the custody of Morrow. The paper held fake details about a new cupcake house to be opened one street down from the foreclosed bakery. The time of the "opening" would be at noon. It was eleven thirty.
They would wait for the meta, and Barry would take it down with the help from Cisco.
Noon was only a few minutes away, and they were staked out, waiting for the meta human to show up (with the exception of Caitlin, who was listening through the comms). They waited in silence, Barry impatiently running in small circles and Cisco hoping his gadget would work. Three minutes past twelve, a car rolled into the drive. A man stepped out (Cisco noted that he looked exactly like Christopher Morrow), and his body was overcome with the goop that they had all seen before.
It was the Mixer, no doubt about it.
Barry took action, running circles around him. The man couldn't step through without being hit. Barry kept running, longer and faster than he did the first time, and the meta human actually became a little bit disoriented. The disorientation grew with each passing second, and Barry seriously doubted Bubbles could run at this point.
"Cisco, now!" Barry yelled and ran out of the way.
"I'mma go all Inspector Gadget on your ass!" Cisco said, whipping out his creation proudly. The metal glistened in the sunlight, the red trigger gleaming proudly, beckoning to be pulled. Cisco pulled the trigger slowly, savoring the moment.
A high pitched, screeching sound came, and then died with the sound of mechanical malfunction. Cisco pressed the trigger frantically several times, nothing happening. He shook it, and slammed it with his palm in frustration. The side fell off.
"Shit! Plan B, Barry, plan B!" Cisco yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth.
Plan B was stupidly simple, and terribly plain and possible a little too naive. Barry had no faith in the plan, and felt his rush of adrenaline sink. Cisco didn't have much faith in it, either.
Which is why, when Cisco strutted into STAR Labs hoisting a mayonnaise jar (replace mayonnaise with a pissed off liquidated meta human), Caitlin was just as shocked as they were.
"Who da man?" Cisco said, not waiting for a reply before saying, "I da man!"
"If you were 'da man', your gun wouldn't have busted," Caitlin said, following them down to the pipeline. They had a special cell rigged up.
"Focus on success, not failure, Dr. Snow," Cisco said, unscrewing the cap on the jar and pouring the meta into the airtight cell before resealing it quickly.
"He can breathe in there, right?" Barry asked. He didn't pay much attention.
"Oh, he'll have to use an oxygen mask until we can figure out something else. He would just be able to slink through the vents," Caitlin said, watching the bubbling mass on the ground take the form of a man, "Did you even pay attention, Barry?"
"Um, yeah," Barry said quickly.
"Then can you tell me, how Mr. Morrow over here got his powers?" Caitlin said, advancing towards Barry. Barry retreated.
"Uhhh...from the -from the particle accelerator...boom," Barry said, stuttering at the way Caitlin was looking at him, although he knew that he was going to receive a lecture rather than a kiss.
"I meant how his cells fused with the batter, Barry. How did that happen?" Caitlin said, stopping moving towards him and staring at him with a stern look.
"He was in the bakery during the explosion," Barry said, his hand moving to the back of his neck.
"There's no hope for you," Caitlin said.
"You're distracting; it's not my fault," Barry said, moving towards her. Caitlin didn't retreat.
"Blaming me now, are we?" Caitlin said, raising her eyebrows and letting a smile creep to her lips.
"I guess we are, Dr. Snow," Barry said, placing his hands on her hips.
"Uh, hello? Did you forget I was in here?" Cisco said loudly, interrupting the moment.
"Sorry, Cisco," Barry said, taking his hands off Caitlin's hips.
"No, no -I'll leave. You finish your moment," Cisco said, but as he left, he pointed to the security camera in the corner as a reminder that he would see if he needed to fit baby gates into his budget.