This was it. Barry would not settle for this. This was too far. Dr. Psycho was preventing the rescue mission by blocking Blaine and Kurt from hearing Kara's cries. That was the final straw.

Those shouts. The agony in her voice. Barry would never be able to stop hearing it. She sounded so weak, which was not her usual manner. She was strong and brave, unbreakable. But even her husband had to admit that she was still a person.

That was why Barry was running.  He was running because she was being pushed to her breaking point and she didn't deserve that. He was running on two broken legs because he loved her and Dr. Psycho was playing mind games with the love of his life.

He slid to a stop in front of the barn, his legs aching. He was feeling like screaming, but assured himself that his adrenaline would ease with that soon.

"Oh my god," Kurt looked at him. "Seb– Ba– Flash." He had to correct himself and get all of the aliases in order. "What are you doing here, aren't your legs broken," he continued in a hushed tone.

"Yes," he nodded, his face was red from the pain. "And it hurts like f–"

"Flash," he was cut off by the greeting of a short man. "I would have thought what sweet Kara did to you would have kept you down for a longer stretch of time."

"Where is she," Barry looked into his eyes. The man seemed harmless like this — full suit, casually approaching them — but he knew better. He knew what this man could do.

"Kara's not here," he smiled with contempt. "Do you see her?"

Barry stepped closer to him. "You and I both know that what you see is not always what you get."

In an instant, his grin changed into a scowl. "And I suppose you know everything there is to know, huh," he challenged.

"More than you'd like about you," his lip twitched upward as he flaunted his upper hand of knowledge. "Now cut the games. Where is she?"

He gave a dry laugh, although no joke was told. "Why, she is right here," he gestured at the barn, where Kurt and Blaine we're still standing.

Barry turned his head to see her, sitting right where he said. She was chained against the wall, next to Cisco, another person he thought he may never see again. What was truly heartbreaking was the fact that they were both sobbing.

"Kara," he held out a hand and began jogging at her. "Kara I'm right here." A sad smile filled his face as he approached her. He touched her shoulder, "Kara."

She looked up at him. A rush of happiness and relief washed over her pained face. "Barry," she reached out to embrace him.

But before she could so much as touch him, his likeness vanished into thin air. Her arms collapsed on one another and her heart sank. She went slack jawed. "Ba... Ba– Barry," Kara asked with a small voice. Was this her torture?

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Barry felt her arms fall through him, an experience like no other. Her forearms entered and exited his chest with no resistance. Although he couldn't exactly physically feel it, he would have sworn that he felt her grasp fall through him. But it wasn't that experience that left his heart aching, it was the look on her face.

When they saw each other, her face light up with some overwhelming joy, but after her hands slipped through him, that smile fell. It hurt her. He saw the light in her eyes go out. And that's what he was really feeling.

Hearing her voice break as she called for him, was far more than painful. He should have expected this.

He turned to Dr. Psycho. "I should have known," he said quietly before standing up. "I should have known!"

"Even I thought you were smarter than getting that attached," he gave a smirk.

"Oh my god, will someone tell me what's going on," Kurt shouted impatiently.

"Professor Psychopath here can manipulate perspective," Barry instantly answered. "He can block people out of sight as a hallucination, same way he can make people hallucinate visually or audibly."

"That's Dr. Psycho to you," he growled.

"No offense dude," Blaine held out a hand, "but you're like three feet tall; I could kick you like a soccer ball."

He gaped at this insensitivity. No one, not even his incurable patients had ever come after his height like that.

"Okay," Caitlin chimed in from their communicators, "that makes sense. But how come I can still hear her from this side."

"I'm not sure," Barry answered simply. "Yet."

"As pleasurable as this exchange is to watch, you are in the way of medicine," Dr. Psycho glared at the men.

"Medicine," Barry squawked. "What about this torture you are putting her through is medical?"

"I apologize," he marched closer to the Flash, "but I have a strict doctor-patient confidentiality code that I follow. These people in here are sick — mentally unwell, if you will — and they are in desperate need for my care. You must understand that if I release them into society now, before their treatment is through, they are at risk of harming themselves and others."

"And what kind of 'treatment' is that," Barry air quoted his use of the word. "We both understand how that information would never fall under undisclosed."

"True," he walked past the Flash, "but have you considered this?"

Out of his pockets, Dr. Psycho pulled out a dagger and threw it at the Flash. It was smart to catch him off guard, but he he seemed to have forgotten just how fast he was, as the Flash grabbed it in mid-air.

He dropped the dagger and sped over to the short man, grabbing his shirt collar and lifting him up to eye level.

"Did you really think that would work," he held him up.

"I wasn't intending it to hit you," he smiled. "I just wanted you closer."

The evil man grabbed onto The Flash's forearm. Immediately, Barry was beginning to feel like he had vertigo. The ground seemed to be shifting, and his balance was shaken. Logically, Barry understood that it was all in his head, but he was still feeling unsteady.

He wanted to simply drop Dr. Psycho on the ground, but he instinctively threw him, as if this were some physical fight. Psycho's head smacked against the ground, with a concussive sounding thud, in turn knocking him out.

Blaine lit up. This was his chance to apprehend the criminal and be a hero. He ran up to the unconscious Dr. Psycho, but as he reached down, the small man vanished. He looked at Kurt for answers, only to receive a face that was just as confused as him.

Barry's vision came back to him, given a few moments of getting back to balance. He looked to where he tossed Psycho.

"Where is he," he asked Blaine who seemed to be standing in his place. "Where did he go?"

Blaine opened his mouth to say, 'I don't know,' but before he could speak, the sound of something else had caught their attention.

"Hello," Cisco called from the barn room. His voice was hoarse, from sobbing or screaming, no one would ever be certain. "Barry."

Barry turned to the other two, "You guys see him too, right?"

They nodded.

"Cisco," Barry raced over. "Cisco, buddy I'm right here."

Kara looked at him, something of her light coming back as she simply looked at him. A warm smile spread across her face. Barry returned it with a teary one.

"You guys are coming home, okay," he looked intently, back and forth between their two sets of eyes.

Everything would finally be right with them for now. They would finally be reunited to stop this psychopath once and for all. But something was nagging at him. He was forgetting something.

"oh, right," he whispered to himself, "my legs aren't healed yet."

He fell to the ground, breathing through his teeth as his adrenaline was wearing down.

"Here's where they're gonna be glad that we drove," Kurt leaned over to Blaine.

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Kara and Cisco were in the med bay, still sleeping after seventeen hours of rest. A yellow sun lamp was positioned above Kara to help her gain back her strength, even though their torture wasn't exactly that of a physical one. It was the psychological repercussions that would really be the hell to come for the two.

Yes, the shock that came from getting kidnapped was draining on their bodies, but their minds was the thing that Psycho really targeted.

Caitlin never considered herself a psychologist, but, like every college student, she did take a course or two on the subject. As menial as her understanding of human psychology was, she understood what was happening with the two. She anticipated it. Although they had both been kidnapped before, she was still prepared in case this one took its tool. It's like Caitlin would often say: "It's better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it."

As soon as Cisco woke up, she was silently checking for signs of ptsd. She heard that he was sobbing, so clearly he had gone through some kind of psychological trauma while he was there.

She felt guilty that she kind of wanted him to show any symptoms. Of course this guilt only came when he didn't. He was groggy from the nap, maybe a little shaken up about the whole ordeal, but he seemed fine afterward. She really just wanted to prove to herself that she still had the skills, but identifying symptoms didn't prove any doctor as knowledgeable.

'Perhaps,' she thought to herself, 'this was not the worst torture they had ever gone through. Cisco will be fine.'

This theory proved correct as Cisco began moving around the cortex as he always did, wanting to get right back to routine.

'He was only gone for a couple days,' she justified, 'he can stand right back up from this one.'

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"I can't believe you missed me so much, that you ran on two broken legs for me," Kara swooned at Barry. "Of course, I am still mad at you for having so little self-preservation."

"Who said I did this for you," Barry wrinkled his eyebrows, hiding a smile. "I did this because I am out of personal days at work."

"Okay, sure," she rolled her eyes and gently slapped his chest in good nature.

While this was a joke, he was telling the truth. He had already spent all of his personal days trying to heal from injuries he got on duty. In fact, he had started telling Singh that he was taking therapy again because he knew his captain would give him time off for pity. Suppose that was Sebastian.

He also partly did want to get better sooner for those reasons. Not that Kara wasn't his main reason. Nor would she ever find out about this thought process of his.

"Well," Kurt awkwardly announced into the silent cortex, "now that we've saved the day once again, Blaine and I should probably head out."

"Are you sure," Caitlin gave a sympathetic look. "We really like having you two around. Not to mention all of the help you've been able to provide. There's no chance you can stay any longer?"

"Sorry," Blaine adjusted his messenger bag, "but you forget that we have jobs too."

"That's fair," Cisco shrugged, both listening in on the conversation and playing with a Rubik's cube. "Plus you two are my bad luck charm. I only ever get abducted when you guys are over."

"Okay," Kurt held his chest, "I guess the truth really is ugly." He gave a single chuckle after. "No, but, we really can't stay much longer."

Kurt picked up the briefcase that he was using as a travel bag.

"Well, so long," Kara waved sadly.

"Until we meet again, Marley Rose," Blaine smiled and waved back at her.

As the two men turned around,they nearly ran into the woman entering.

"Woah," Blaine called, taking a step back as not to smash his head into hers. He then repeated the phrase when he recognized her. "Woah."

Kurt's eyes grew as he too was face to face with someone he hadn't seen in years.

"Hey Kurt. Blaine Warbler," Brittany greeted the two.

"Okay," Kurt our down his things. "Maybe we can stay a little longer."