Parker and Caitlin were at the Cortex together once more in the morning.

Like usual, a nod was exchanged, that time, Parker even glared a bit. Caitlin ignored it bashfully.

The two went their separate ways, Caitlin in her little lab and Parker sprawled across the computer chairs.

Approaching footsteps turned her head towards the door, revealing her boyfriend.

"Morning, Barry," she said, giving a quick smile.

"Oh, hi, hello, you."

Parker raised her eyebrow at the strange response. She didn't linger on it too long. "I haven't talked to Caitlin about last night. Figured you could do it better than me. I might hit her if I had to."

"That would be bad.." Barry answered slowly.

Parker nodded. She felt like something was wrong. Any threats towards Caitlin were usually followed by a laugh from Barry, who knew Parker really wouldn't do anything. That time was different.

She turned to Barry, dreamily smiling. "And also, thanks for last night. Having sex with you was just..Everything I ever wanted."

"....I feel the same way."

"Is Barry here yet?" Caitlin wondered, interfering at the right time.

"Yeah, here he comes," Parker called back.

Barry bent down to kiss her cheek, making her smile. Parker spun the chair around, the grin dropping into a straight face.

That was not her Barry Allen.

Parker grabbed her cell phone and texted Dr.Wells, asking him to arrive as soon as possible. When she looked up from her phone, another set of approaching footsteps rounded the corner.

"Oh, I have been looking for you two all morning!" Iris shouted.

Parker squeaked, scrambling to sit up in her seat. Wide eyed she asked, "What the hell? Why are you here?"

Iris pouted, disheartened that her friend wasn't happy to see her. She took a seat at the computer and brought up the video from the Police Car of Eddie.

When Barry and Caitlin gathered around, Iris played the video. Once it ended, she looked at the three expectantly.

"Do you see it?"

"I see Eddie killing two cops," Parker said.

Iris paused the video and pointed her finger at Eddie's gun-holding hand. "Eddie isn't a lefty. He's being framed and we need to find out who's framing him. I swear, when I get my hands on them, they are going to be-"

Iris was stopped by a strangled cry coming from Barry. Parker's brow raised in mild curiousness and a bit of humor.

Dr.Wells had stung Barry with a taser.

"Should I be worried for Barry right now?"

"No, Parker. Not the Barry Allen in front of us, at least," Dr.Wells said. He looked at Iris. "Your observations about the shooter were spot-on, he is indeed left handed. As is this man. Our Barry, is right handed."

"Then this is him," Iris said, looking for confirmation.

"Indeed."

"I need to take him to the Police. If they see what he can do, maybe they'll let Eddie go."

Parker and Caitlin snapped their heads to Dr.Wells, leaving him to answer, calmly, without raising suspicion. "Perhaps it would be best for Dr.Snow, Parker and I to handle him here."

"What are you two going to do?" Iris wondered. She waved her hand. "No, I'll take him in."

"Well, at least let me help you," Caitlin offered, looking at Parker with her eyebrows raised.

Parker clapped her hands together, "And while you two do that, I'm going to try to find the real Barry Allen."

>>>>

Since Barry hadn't spent the night at Parker's house, it left only a few other obvious places for him to be. He wasn't at the CCPD or gotten to S.T.A.R. Labs, the most likely spot to find him was at the West house.

Parker stole a van from the garage and drove to the house.

Iris sent her a text, telling her the spare key was in the bush to the right. Parker grabbed it, unlocked the door and called out Barry's name. Unsurprisingly, there wasn't an answer.

Parker sweeped through the first floor, sliding open pantry doors and leaning over the couches. The first floor was clear. Parker hopped up the stairs and checked Barry's room first. She threw open his closet doors.

Duct tape over his mouth, hands and feet tied, knocked out, Barry Allen was curled into the closet.

"Barry?" Parker cooed, kneeling beside him. Her voice, a light pat on his forehead and a shake didn't wake him. Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, it has been my dream to slap you..."

Parker withdrew her hand and drew it across his cheeks. Barry screamed, wiggling like a worm at the stinging pain. Parker ripped off the duct tape and his muffled scream became a real one.

"For real? Why did you slap me?"

"You were passed out. By the way, sort of irrelevant, but you looked really cute passed out."

"Thanks?" Barry asked. He suddenly grabbed Parker's arms, head spinning. "Bates was here."

"Obviously."

"How did you find out?"

"I told him the sex last night was great. He agreed. That's not my Barry Allen. Not that my Barry Allen wouldn't be good at sexual intercourse, I'm sure you're great, but it's not like I know.."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

An awkward silence ensued, the first ever in their relationship.

"So, we should probably go find Bates," Parker said.

Barry nodded and swept her into his arms, speeding to S.T.A.R. Labs.

>>>>>

"This Hannibal Bates has turned into quite the meta-human. Take a look," Dr.Wells said, pointing at the screens, where models of cells appeared. "His cells have the ability to transmogrify at quite the rate."

"Which is how he can become anyone," Barry said.

"Which is how he can look like anyone," Dr.Wells corrected. "He can't appropriate your memory or powers."

"Got it. So hands on the meta-human."

"Even if you couldn't touch him, I'm pretty sure a silver bullet or a blade through the heart would work. Although, that would kill him, and we don't kill unless necessary," Parker rambled, hands wildly gesturing as she spoke.

"Um?" Caitlin mumbled, voicing the thoughts of herself and the other two confused men.

"Supernatural, bitches."

Caitlin widened her eyes awkwardly and clapped her hands together. "Anyway, I made a serum that will create a cortical reaction around his cells."

"Deprive those cells of their electrical charge and his shapeshifting days are over."

A specific ringing came from the computer. Without looking, Parker announced that it was a ping from Barry's cell phone.

"Where?" Barry asked, starting to walk to his suit.

Parker leaned over the desk, reading upside down. "The airport. Better hurry, he's trying to leave."

Barry took no longer. He shoved the suit into his backpack, secured it onto his shoulders and ran from S.T.A.R. Labs, leaving a whoosh of wind behind.

Parker rounded the desk and took a seat, activating the tracker on Barry's suit. She watched the red dot on her screen move through the city and stop in the airport. Almost immediately, her cell phone rang.

"Are we sure he's at the airport?" Barry asked, sounding unsure.

Parker held her phone away from her mouth to breathe out a loud sigh. "I honestly don't think your cell phone would lie. Just be patient."

"Yeah, but he could be any of these people. I'm not seeing him."

A moment later, Barry hung up the phone. The red dot zipped to a different location in the airport. Barry had found something, hopefully, Hannibal Bates.

Caitlin and Dr.Wells joined Parker at the desk. Caitlin monitored Barry's vitals, Dr.Wells was ready with the microphone, Parker watched over the tracker.

"Guys?" Barry asked breathlessly. "It's Barry. The one and only."

"Prove it," Parker challenged.

"We didn't have sex last night."

"Oh, my God."

Too embarrassed to even glance at Dr.Wells or Caitlin, Parker dropped her head into her hands shamefully. Her mind clicked and she shot up, rambling about going to the Accelerator ring, took the meta-human binder and bolted out of the Cortex.

The meta-human binder was to keep track of the villains. It held information of allergies, favorite foods and activities, etc. Don't think for a moment that the (good) people at S.T.A.R. Labs didn't feed or treat their prisoners with care. They were still human, after all.

Parker sat on the platform, beginning to fill out a new page for Hannibal Bates.

When Barry arrived, he opened the prison and shoved Bates into a cell. Parker took Barry's outstretched hand, getting to her feet and moving to allow Bates to see her.

"Hello, Hannibal Bates. I'm in charge of the meta-humans care down here, so if you want your time here to be mildly enjoyable, please tell me three of your favorite foods or things that keep you from being bored."

Bates, his body changed to look like Iris, smirked and stayed silent.

"Silence of the Lambs?" Parker suggested, not missing a beat. "Maybe I'll play that for movie night with the metas. You can finally find out why your parents named you something so goddamned awful."

"You can change into an awful lot of bodies, Mr.Bates," Dr.Wells said loudly, wheeling up the ramp with Caitlin and Cisco behind him. "But, who are you really?"

"I, uh, I can't remember. I can't remember."

"Park," Barry whispered, nudging her head up from the binder.

Parker let out an audible gag at the sight. Bates had morphed into what seemed to be a regular human from the feet and up, but only until his head. His head was a glossy white, eyes shut, lips a pale shade of pink. He looked like a baby straight out of the womb, and it was sickly.

"Ew, okay, I'm closing up shop," Parker announced. Her hand tapped the touch screen lock, sending the Accelerator into lock down.

"Goodnight, everybody," Dr.Wells said. He waved at his workers and left.

Aware of their surroundings and popossibly a lingering Dr.Wells, the remaining four came close together for a whisper.

"I have something to show you all," Barry said.

Around a half-hour later, the three workers and Joe West gathered in Barry's lab at the CCPD.

Caitlin, Cisco and Parker stared at the crumpled body on the medical table.

For Caitlin and Cisco, overwhelming amounts of regret, grief and betrayal were being held in.

"Okay. That's sorta sad," Parker muttered, tearing her eyes away.

"If that's Wells, who's been acting as him?" Caitlin wondered.

Barry pursed his lips, shrugging. The others had similar ways of responding.

Parker, her mind swirling, desperate to connect the dots, was the only one to make an objective noise.

Slowly, her mind gathering the thoughts as she went, she said, "In Cisco's dream, of the previous timeline, he said Dr.Wells admitted he was the Reverse-Flash."

Joe caught onto her suggestion. "Cisco, did he admit anything else?"

"Not that I remember. I haven't gotten flashbacks of anything except dying, but I think you're onto something, Park."