Barry cradled his coffee in his hiding place within the CCPD. It was quiet. Something rare within the building. Although, maybe it wasn't the best thing for today, as Barry found himself bored.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The mug paused mid-movement to Barry's mouth as he stared at The Captain as the man paced around the room with his hands in the air. 'This seems interesting,' he mused with a smirk leaning back silently, 'bye, bye, boredom.'

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," The Captain growled pacing more, "how the fuck are we meant to do that?!"

"Anything I can help you with, Captain?" Barry spoke, hiding his grin behind his mug.

"ALLEN?!"

"That's my name, yes," Bassy nodded.

David's eyes narrowed, "how long have you been there?"

"The whole time," Bassy smirked, "now, I repeat, anything I can help you with?"

"Unless you're secretly French, no."

"Well, then!" Bassy clapped, "you're in luck! I am!"

"Wait- what?"

-----

"There is no way this will work," David stated as he watched Barry walk in with a suit bag.

"You don't know me that well then," Bassy smirked.

"I've known you since you've been a kid, Allen," David pointed out.

"But you didn't know me during my high school years," Bassy smirked, "also, for this, I'm not an Allen," he then threw The Captain his French id.

Flicking it open, David's eyes widened, "where did you get a fake id?" He growled, looking over at Barry.

"It's not fake; I legally am Sebastian Smythe," Bassy smirked, "now we need to get going, we can not be late."

"We have like two hours," David pointed out.

"I need time to get changed," Sebastian smirked.

-----

It took every bit of Police training to stop David's jaw from dropping; it could not prevent his eyes from widening though.

Barry was swaggering towards him, a large smirk across his face. His personality and behaviour screamed cocky. His hair was jelled slick, a skin-tight red silk shirt. An equally skin-tight pair of leather trousers seemed sprayed onto his legs, alongside the smooth black leather jacket he wore. The shoes were like mirrors as he walked.

"See something you like, David?" Sebastian purred.

David's eyes narrowed. His mind was trying to play catch up that the man before him was Barry Allen, the nerdy CSI.

-----

"Where does being French come into this?"

"It doesn't; I was trying to move the conversation away."

"Well then, that did not work."

"Not at all."

-----

"I moved away from Paris to get away from you, Smythe," the security guard growled as Sebastian showed him his id, "I hope I won't have to write another sign to ban you."

"Who, for me?" Sebastian gasped, "I'd never get banned!"

"I remember having to drag you naked away from the bar after you drunk it dry," the guard growled.

"That was you?" Sebastian gasped before running his finger across the guard's jaw, "why didn't you say, darling?!"

"Just get in there, Smythe," the guard just glared.

David stared, shocked as he was dragged into the bar without being looked over by the security.

Sebastian snickered to himself at The Captain's look of shock. "Do you see them?" He whispered, pulling The Captain closer so that they would not be heard.

"The second booth against the wall, red jacket," David whispered back, "they are not on their own, though."

"Don't worry; I'll distract the other male," Sebastian smirked, "they don't look like they are dating, leaves a gap I can fit into."

"What do you mean?" David asked.

"I got this, trust me," Sebastian whispered as he approached the duo.

David waited, ready to sound the alarm if this went downhill, yet, Barry managed to drag the other man away from the target. His eyebrows scrunched as Barry gave him the wait signal behind his back - he didn't know that he knew those signals in the first place - so, he waited.

Sebastian smirked at the man within his arm, signalling with his free one to The Captain. Locking eyes with the blue topped man, he slowly backed him off the dance floor, and out of the view of the other. When he noticed the target getting a little antsy, he slowly leaned down, whispering into the man's ear, leaving a small nip between words. When he saw the target huff and look away, he signalled for the Captain to continue.

Seeing the signal, David moved towards the target.

-----

Barry walked beside The Captain as they escorted the arrested target into the CCPD. He braced, because the moment the man was taken away, The Captain turned towards him, a finger held forward in accusation.

"What the fuck was all that?!" He asked, the room going silent.

"That was making sure he didn't run away," Bassy stated, crossing his arms.

"So you caused a fight that got us kicked out?!"

"There wasn't a fight, the guard stopped it before it happened, like I knew would happen," Bassy smirked, "and the man was getting cautious, he was starting to realise you were not who you were saying you were. So I waited until he gave enough info for us to arrest him and then got us out."

"How did you know that?" David asked, his finger lowering.

"I can lipread, read body language," Bassy shrugged, "and I watched him start to reach for his alarm."

"You saw all that?"

"There was a reason that I chose that wall," Bassy smirked.

"You looked rather preoccupied," David pointed out.

"I can multitask," Bassy huffed.

"Can I question what is going on here?" Joe asked, breaking the atmosphere in the room.

"The Captain needed a Frenchman to get him into a bar to scope out a target, I offered," Barry shrugged, "and when the situation both went good and South, I used the fact the barman knew me during my teen years to get us out."

"So what is with the clothing?"

"I would not be seen dead in a French bar in my normal gear, and some of my teenage year's clothing still fitted me," Barry shrugged.

"But, why would you not be seen in those clothing?"

"Because, I was not Barry, but Sebastian," Bassy smirked, "my split personality, totally different to me. He would be rather upset if I didn't get changed."

"You have a split personality, Allen?"

"Yes, Multiple Split Personality Disorder, about five-ish in total," Barry nodded.

"Why have you not stated it before, this is something that we need to know," David stated, crossing his arms.

"It never came up; they have not come out since high school until now," Barry shrugged, "and today was because I got them to come out."

"When did they form?"

"At age eleven, although I did not know about them until the age of sixteen," Barry shrugged, "now, I have work to do, so, don't mind me." With that, Barry moved up the stairs and went to his lab, leaving the room in shock.

"Well, he was right; we don't know him," David muttered.

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