"As a kid there was a part of the Flash Museum that always scared me." Nora trialed off in explanation, "I guess it's normal for children to be afraid of monsters."

"But this monster was different." Nora looked down, "No one knows where he came from, how he got his powers, who he is. All that's known is his alias, and the last sound his victim's hear." She takes a deep breath, "But that's not what makes him scary. What makes him scary is you never catch him."

"We never catch him?" Barry quietly speaks up.

"Supergirl, The Legends, even The League tried, but no one was successful." Nora looked up.

"Probably 'cause he can dampen everybody's powers with that magic friggin' dagger." Ralph said from beside Caitlin and I.

"Not all superpowers are meta-humans though." Caitlin began to reason, "What about-"

Nora cuts her off, already knowing what she would say, "Green Arrow? Yeah, he tried too once, but-"

Nora goes quiet, as Cisco speaks up, "So we're dealing with a meta-human Jack the Ripper. Amazing."

I sigh, leaning my head back against Cisco's arm where he was leaning on my chair, "What else do you know about him?"

"Just that he- he's early." Nora quietly mutters.

Barry instantly questions, "What do you mean he's early?"

"In my history, Cicada's first victim was a meta-human named Floyd Belkin." Nora informs us, "And he never killed Gridlock or Block. They're completely different victims."

"Because the timeline changed." Barry finishes for her.

Nora looks down in guilt, "Yeah, and now they're both dead because of me."

"Okay, there's no telling the ripple effect of this change or what kind of future Nora's gonna return to." Barry stands by Nora, looking at all of us, "We gotta catch this guy fast."

"You mean catch the guy that future us can't catch?" Cisco spoke my mind, "Right, I thought beating The Thinker was hard."

The monitor in front of us beeps, causing me to sit up and Caitlin to address what was on the monitor, "Guys, it's Joe. CCPD needs help downtown."

Barry sighs, "Okay, I got it."

"No, I'll do it." Ralph stops him.

"Are you sure?" Barry asks him.

"Yeah, I got it." Ralph nods, "You guys stay here and deal with the meta serial killer."

Ralph leaves the cortex, leaving us all in silence.

I clear my throat, looking up at everyone, stepping in as my job as Team Leader, "Let's just canvass some crime scenes, interview some witnesses, and see if there's any common acquaintances between Gridlock and Block."

"I have a plan." Nora blurts out.

"You-" I stammer, gaping at her, "You've got a plan already?"

Nora stares at us all, "I know how to fix this."

-

"So your plan is to contact Herr Wells?" I trail off, stood with Nora, Barry and Cisco in the Speed Lab, my eyes glued to Nora.

I had practically stolen Barry's wardrobe once again, my messy straight hair tamed by Barry's beanie, dressed in a navy blue hoodie of his, his jean jacket on top, one of his watches on my wrist, a pair of my own ripped jeans on, and black converse on my feet, my badge and holster simply resting in the glove compartment of Barry's car.

"Yes, that's my plan." Nora nods, "I know in the future you guys never bring in a Wells to help you catch Cicada. So if you want a different result this time I try something new."

"It's a great idea." Barry shrugs, smiling lightly, proud of his daughter.

"Except it's not." Cisco mutters from beside me.

"What?" I looked at him, "Why?"

"It's a terrible idea." Cisco looks up at me, "If you're looking for cooperation, trust me, this is not your guy. He is just an asshat."

"Awh, Cisco." I wrap my arms around him, putting my chin on his shoulder, "You don't gotta be harsh about it."

Cisco looks at me in disbelief, "I'm sorry, I'm being harsh?"

"Yeah-" I nod, "You totally are."

"Okay, Barry," Cisco emphasizes, referring to how I was dressed in mostly Barry's clothes today, Barry quietly chuckling a few feet away from me, "Go ahead, call him. See if you don't get a steaming pile of side-eye."

"That is exactly what I'm gonna do." I let go of him, pressing the button on the monitor, Herr Wells appearing a few feet across from us.

"Yah?" Herr Wells scoffs, looking at us, "The Flash."

Cisco scoffs from besides me, "Wait for it."

"I love The Flash." Herr Wells boasts.

"What?" Cisco looks up, his face straight, secretly shaken over this.

"Oh, you Barry Allen, yah?" He points at Barry, "With the zoom, zoom, and the defy the physics laws and gravity. Always with some style and grace, yah."

Barry laughs, "Thanks, man."

"Das Kinder Flash." He points at Nora, "Child of the Flash. Obviously, you have your father's moral fiber, yah."

His eyes fall on me, "And your mother's smarts, and classic beauty."

"Oh, my God." A small blush takes over my cheeks, "Stop."

"You don't blush when I compliment you-" Barry stares at me, the tone of his voice ranging high, "Is this the thing that happens in movies where a new guy compliments a girl and sweeps her off her feet because-" Barry was already at my side, wrapping an arm around me, looking at Herr, "This is my woman- okay- don't even think about it-"

"Barry-" I looked up at him, my eyes wide with humor, "Cool it."

"I just had to let him know you were my wife-" Barry began to trail off, mumbling to me, his arm remaining around me.

"You don't think he knows that already?" I stared at him, muttering back, "Considering our daughter is right in front of him?"

Barry lightly shrugs, causing the sarcasm comment to drop from my mouth, in a mutter once more so Herr Wells didn't hear us, "Yeah, cause I'm about to drop everything I have to run away to a different Earth because one of Harrison Wells' doppelgangers complimented my smarts and beauty."

"Zee." A small pout falls onto Barry's lips, causing me to roll my eyes playfully, lightly nudging him.

I cleared my throat, looking at Herr Wells, "Thank you."

"No, don't thank him." Cisco stammers, "Don't fall for this ruse. Clearly this guy is putting on an act. He's a charlatan."

"But you hurt me, stab me in the back, this guy who must be Cisco." Herr Wells acts out his words.

"You know who I am." Cisco said from beside me.

"Hey, don't be rude." Barry instantly told him, looking at Herr Wells, "All right, look. We need your help catching a meta-human serial killer."

"Yeah, I have heard of this Cicada." Herr nods, "Of course, the message already from Kinder Flash. Unfortunately, I'm otherwise occupied, unable to assist you at this time."

"You can't help us?" I question.

"Nein." He said, "But, I have done one better and called someone who can. This man is a legend, this man is the greatest detective in all the Multiverse. So I've attached his coordinates- if you want to look at them."

"Okay, yeah." I nod, slipping away from Barry, bending over, my eyes scanning the screen, "Got 'em."

"Yah, do you see it?" Herr asked me loudly.

"Yeah-" I nod, looking up, standing up still, "Cisco."

"Cisco what?" Cisco looked at me, "You want me to breach him here?"

"Maybe?" I shot him a hesitant smile, "If you could find it in the kindness in your heart?"

"Hello? I just got Benihana'd." Cisco held his hands up, "Hurts a little bit. Why don't we just breach him here the old fashioned way?"

"Okay, okay." I put my hands up in surrender.

"Hey, man, thank you for this." Barry smiles at Herr Wells, "This is great."

"Privilege and an honor to help The Flash, yah, and Kinder Flash, and Zee Flash, yah." Herr claps his hands together, "Bye, Kinder Flash."

"Bye, Herr Wells." Nora returns the gesture before the hologram disappears.

Barry softly laughs, "Nice guy. What are you talking about, man? He's awesome."

"He's not-" Cisco pauses, "You know what? Let's just turn on the extrapolator and get this master detective out here."

"Why do we need another Detective?" I question, "I mean, I'm open to give this Wells a shot, but then again- I'm already here."

"Well, you're not exactly the best at your job, we could use all the help we can get." Nora quietly mutters under her breath, causing my head to snap towards her, along with Barry's.

"Hey-" Barry was already defensive, "That was rude, Nora."

"It's okay." I quietly whisper, my hand instantly going to Barry's forearm, rubbing it lightly to calm him down, not wanting him to be upset with Nora, even if what she said to me every now and then upset me.

Cisco uses the extrapolator to breach this new Wells over, as he stepped through the breach, taking off his coat, tossing it at Cisco, "Well I imagine your Earth would be colder."

"Harrison Sherloque Wells at your service." He introduced himself, "I'm here to catch your killer."

-

"Barry, what is he doing?" I whisper in Barry's ear, my head leaned back against his shoulder, his arm around me, my teeth biting down on my bottom lip, my hand touching my left shoulder, as we all stared at Sherloque, seated in the Lounge.

Barry looks at me, whispering back, "I don't know. Maybe it's some kind- of CSI kit?"

"I can't stare at him any longer, I might fall asleep-" I admit quietly, my voice raspy.

"Mmm." Sherloque turns, sipping tea from a small cup, facing us all, "That's the stuff. And now we can begin."

"Tea?" Caitlin questioned.

"That's right." He nods.

"We've been watching you for 20 minutes." Caitlin stated.

"You're welcome." Sherloque sipped his tea, his accent think, "Cannot rush excellence."

"This is a waste of time." Cisco began, "Thank you very much for coming, Cumberbatch."

"I'm sure you would like it if I took my leave, right?" Sherloque took this as an opportunity to prove his worthiness, "Could have more time to recover from your recent heartbreak."

"What are you talking about?" Cisco shot out.

"Subcutaneous under-eye bruising, which indicates you've been crying." Sherloque said, "Flaky skin, which indicates dehydration, probably from alcohol consumption. Alcohol plus crying can only mean one thing. You have been dumped."

"Wrong, detective. I have not been dumped." Cisco cleared his throat, "It was a mutual decision, okay? Cynthia and I, we reached a decision together as a team."

"Sure. Of course." Sherloque just went along with it.

"Okay, and I haven't been sobbing." Cisco's voice grew deep, "In fact, I can't remember the last time I cried about it." Cisco sniffles, turning to leave the room, "Excuse me."

Cisco leaves, Sherloque steps his tea cup down, looking at Barry, "You are the resident speedster, I presume?"

My eyebrows furrow as I lift my head up ever so slightly to look at him clearly, Barry speaking up, "How did you-"

"Who favors stopping on his right heel?" Sherloque demonstrates, "Can tell from the wear and tear on your footwear. It's uneven."

Sherloque rounds the counter, pointing at Nora, "A trait that you have inherited from your father. Although you do share a little bit more body language with your mother, who's been touching her left shoulder and biting down on her bottom lip since I came around here."

Sherloque looks at me, stood directly behind me, "What are you hiding from me?"

"Wow-" I scoff, sifting up lightly, looking at him, my hand dropping, "I'm not hiding anything."

"Oh, no, no, no," Sherloque taunted, "Yes, you are, but what? You have touched it, like it's something there, then gone again, something removed. A tattoo, right? Or, yes, the touch of your husband? Lack of sexual intercourse?"

"Oh my-" I clear my throat loudly, my eyes wide as ever, Barry's eyes widening, as he leaned his elbows against the counter to cover his now gone red face in his hands, as I stammered to find the right words.

I spoke up, "I think that this Sherloque has proven himself and that we should start finding Cicada."

"Excellent. Let's find Cicada." Sherloque nods, grabbing his tea cup, "But first, the question of my fee."

"You're charging us?" Nora questions instantly.

"This service is not free, right?" Sherloque looks at us, "I don't work for charity." He looks at Caitlin, "Can already tell the young doctor here is expecting to hire me for another case. I saw you glance at your purse, and I'm happy to assist you in that mystery. But first, I think we can all agree that a villain of Cicada's caliber will require a substantial fee."

He drops a small piece of paper in front of Barry, Barry picking it up, his eyes widening at the number in front of him, as I looked over his shoulder, "Oh god- that's a lot of zeros-"

Nora gasps, looking at the number, "Shrap, that's a lot of money even from when I from."

"I'm very expensive, but very worth it." Sherloque assures, "What do you think?"

"I mean, we could sell off some of Star Labs stock." Barry suggests.

"Yes! We have an agreement." He shook Barry's hand, causing me to sigh, and roll my eyes.

"Do you hear that?" Sherloque points out, "Sounds of these frantic steps, we're being approached either by a tall, sensitive man, or a frightened, baby giraffe."

"I got a problem here, guys," Ralph Dibny walks in, causing me to break out into a small fit of giggles.

"Hello, baby giraffe." Sherloque greets.

"Harry, how are you?" Ralph smiles at him.

"This is Sherloque Wells." Barry introduces after I calm down.

"Loque." Sherloque corrects, "Sherloque. L-O-Q-U-E. Sherloque. I'm French."

"Sherloque is gonna help us find Cicada." I told him.

"Oh, cool, so you're like a detective." Ralph pieces together.

"Oh, detective, the fans." Sherloque miraculously pulls out a notepad, "Who should I make the autograph out to? Little baby giraffe."

"Uh, no, no, no." Ralph shakes his head, "I'm a detective as well."

"Ah, well-" Sherloque shook his hand, "Right, well, you're a detective. What have you solved recently?"

"Why don't I get a handshake?" I look at Barry, pouting, "I'm a detective too."

"Shhh-" Barry kisses my head.

"Most recently? I uncovered the case of the stolen Chevy-" Ralph clears his throat, "Impala."

"Funny." Sherloque's smile fades, "Very funny from the looks of things."

"Well, okay, so I saved all these hostages and and all anybody can talk about is this picture, and turned into a meme." Ralph explained as Caitlin pulled it up for us, "And I just I don't think anybody in this city takes me seriously."

I turn my head towards Barry, my voice coming out as a whisper as I tried with everything in me to keep myself from laughing, "Do something before I start laughing and seem like a bad friend."

Barry grabs his coffee mug, his head going to the back of my head as he tilts the cup back, the warm liquid slipping into my mouth.

"Oh, there's 14 million people in this city." Caitlin trailed off, "Only 500,000 have reposted this."

"Yeah." I swallow, clearing my throat, Barry putting the mug down, "So, uh Cicada?"

"Cicada, yes." Sherloque nods, "I've reviewed your evidence and I know where to find your killer. So, shall we, let's get this done before dinner, right?"

"All right, allons-y." Ralph began to follow.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Sherloque stops him, "Not so fast, baby giraffe. Two detectives only complicates matters. Especially when only one is a master."

"Dude." I interrupt, "Hello?"

"You are Team Leader, Detective Allen." Sherloque told me.

"Wait, how did you-" I began to question, only for him to cut me off and continue his conversation with Ralph.

"So why don't you stay put?" Sherloque said, "You can, bite the leaves." Sherloque starts to walk out, "Everyone else, come with me."

-

We had caught David Hersh, Sherloque Wells assuring us that he was the one in fault, and he was our Cicada.

And later that day we were stood in The Lounge at Star Labs, celebrating with martini's, only for Barry to walk in and crush our hopes.

"Dad, we're all set to celebrate-" Nora began.

Barry cuts her off, clearing his throat, "No, hey, um. Actually, Hersch isn't Cicada."

"What? He has to be." Nora stared at him.

"No, I checked Cicada's boot print from both the Block and Gridlock crime scenes and it's three sizes larger than Hersch's." Barry explained, "It's not him."

"So, what I'm hearing is-" I swallow the alcohol that sat in my mouth, standing by Barry, gesturing towards Sherloque, "Master Detective Sherloque Wells here lead us to the wrong guy."

Barry opens his mouth to say something, giving me a sly shrug, not knowing what to say because I had put it into words already.

"Well, of course it's him." Sherloque defended, "It's always Hersch. Every time I capture Cicada it's always the same man."

"Did you just say every time you capture Cicada?" I instantly question.

"Wait a minute, you've caught this guy before?" Cisco follows up my question.

"37 times." Sherloque told us, "I've captured 37 Cicadas, 37 different Earths, and every time I try to capture him trail always leads back to that Earth's David Hersch."

I tilt the cocktail glass in my hand up slightly, letting the mixture of gin and vermouth slip down my throat, Barry's hand grabbing both of mine, stopping me from drinking any further, signaling for me to slow down.

"So this psychological profile that you created, you just made it up?" Cisco questioned.

"Not, the first time." Sherloque admits, "Now the next 36, then I just trot it out there. You know, to impress the client, and then skip to the end."

"And here I thought you just a bad detective, but you're not a bad detective." Cisco began, "You're just a lazy one."

"I'm not lazy. I'm efficient, right?" Sherloque presses onto Cisco's bandage accidentally by grabbing his hand, "Anyway, that's not the point!"

"Ow!" Cisco let out an angered sound in pain.

"The point's simply that there's no reason for the Cicada of this Earth to be anyone other than David Hersch." Sherloque explained.

"Well, you haven't gotten to know the two speedsters that are standing in this very room because- this scarlet speedster right here- my husband- and our daughter-" I chuckle in disbelief and stress, my hand resting on Barry's forearm, his on my lower back, rubbing it in comfort, "They have this little thing they do- where they- run back and forth in time- and you know- change the timeline, so that's one reason for ya."

"Yeah, since Nora got here things have changed a bit." Barry admits from beside me, not even acknowledging the slightest bit that they could've taken that as some sort of insult.

"Oh, mais no, you must How can you not tell me this?" Sherloque instantly spoke, "How am I expected to operate when you don't give me all the variables?"

"I don't know, but what we can expect is a refund, so-" Cisco held his hand out.

"Oh, no, no, no." Sherloque shook his head, "That money is long gone."

"What do you mean "it's gone"?" Cisco immediately asked, "You spent all that money in one day? On what?"

"My ex-wife- ves." Sherloque quietly admits, "Ex-wives. Seven marriages. Five wives. Lots of alimony."

I brought the sugar rimmed cocktail glass back up against my lips, Barry shooting me a look.

"Okay- okay- I'll go easy on the martini." I roll my eyes lightly.