Cisco removed his hands from the beehive as fast as he could, and Barry yanked him out of bee swarm. He plucked a bee from Cisco's hair while the man doubled over, hyperventilating.
"Warehouse. She's in a warehouse."
Cisco managed to get that out before toppling over, completely unconscious. Barry caught him and sighed before laying him on the sidewalk
"Well that's helpful." Joe quipped. Barry crouched on the pavement, making sure his friend was still breathing.
"The man was almost killed by a robot bee once. Be nice." Joe grumbled a little bit, but crouched down with Barry.
"Think we should take the cat with us when we go? You know, so it gets fed and stuff." Barry gave Joe a weird look, but agreed.
"Yeah, uh, sure. Do we even have cat food?"
"I'm sure I can find some in the house somewhere…" Joe trailed off as Barry sped off, reappearing and dusting cat hair off of his jacket. The cat meowed from the car anxiously. Joe's face split into a cheery grin, and he let out a soft laugh.
"I never get enough of that." Barry responded with a smug smile.
"I know you don't."
Cisco woke up in the back of Joe's car, propped with a travel pillow against the door so he was lying down. The big orange cat was asleep on his chest, curled up like cats often were. Barry and Joe were in the front seats, the speedster eating cheez-its in the passenger. Cisco groaned softly. His body hurt; every muscle was tense.
"What happened?" He tried to sit up, but found himself stabbed in the chest by sharp little cat claws. "Ow, jeez."
"You vibed, got freaked out by the bees, and passed out. You said 'warehouse'." Barry spoke through a mouthful of cheez-its. Cisco sighed and pet the cat on his chest.
"Yeah. About that. I literally didn't see anything except that she's in a warehouse. And there was a creepy dude there with armed guards." He grumbled, playing with his seatbelt. "Apparently his name was Roger."
Barry whipped around his seat, staring at Cisco with wide eyes and a mouthful of toasty cheesy crackers. Joe had a similar expression, but he kept his eyes on the road.
"Roger like Roger Muucher? Legal team leader of Earth's Best Pest Solutions Roger?" Joe asked.
"He mentioned a conference that Earth's Best is making a deal at soon."
Barry groaned, closing his box of snacks and shutting his eyes.
"That's in 7 days. If we don't get her out of there soon…"
"We were right about the whole talking to bees thing though. She found a wasp nest in the warehouse and I think she's trying to get them to chew the rope or something."
Cisco shuddered at the idea of having wasps all over his hands.
"Still. We gotta do something, and fast, or (Y/n) is in big trouble." Joe grimaced, and Barry had a stone face he only donned when he was nervous.
Cisco, now that he had your name, got out his phone. He looked you up on social media. Most of your Instagram feed was your cat, and your beehives and honey crop. There were a few selfies.
He stared at one for a while, sighing softly as he pet the cat on his chest.
"Don't worry, bud. We'll bring her home."