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"Heartrate's 170 BPM, and there's no sign of dark matter in the amniotic fluid." Caitlin told us, after doing some tests on Cecile.

Joe exhales, "So the baby's not a meta?"

"Nope, it's a perfectly normal baby-" Caitlin pauses, not wanting to give out the gender.

Cecile sat up, looking up at her, "Girl. You were gonna say baby girl."

"I'm having another daughter?" Joe chokes out.

"I'm gonna have a sister?" Iris smiles.

"Well, I guess we can cancel the announcement party." Cecile shrugs lightly.

"Ha-ha-ha!" Cisco turns his chair, facing us, "Boy, girl, that's 50-50. Let's test your skills for real. What number am I thinking of?"

Cecile looks at him with a determined look, "Three 11. 25. Three again. Bulbasaur. What the hell is a Bulbasaur?"

Cisco chuckles, "That's so weird. Why would I be thinking about Pokemon at a time like this?"

"Yep, definitely a telepath." Iris nods.

"But how? If the baby is not a meta, then where did these powers come from?" Cecile asks, looking at Caitlin, "Nope, I wasn't on the bus." Cecile looks at Joe, "No, I was not abducted by aliens." Cecile looks at me, "No, Alchemy did not give me these powers-" Cecile looks Iris, "No, I didn't inherit a mystic totem from my grandma. Really, guys?" She looks at Cisco, "Why are you still thinking about Bulbasaurs?"

"He's the cutest one of all!" Cisco defends himself.

"Okay, my best hypothesis is this is actually triggered by your latest phase of pregnancies, and it's actually latent dark matter that's been in your brain since maybe the first particle accelerator explosion." Caitlin explains, "Think of it like gestational diabetes."

"But it's not. You can fix that with insulin." Joe exclaims.

"Right, but it's temporary." Caitlin stood up, "I mean, the symptoms should recede after childbirth.l

"Okay, we'll give you guys a minute." I nod towards them, before leaving the room with everyone else, moving into the cortex.

"Cecile's a telepath?" Harry asks, once Cisco mentions it to Harry in the cortex, "Well, that's way more important than getting Allen out of prison- not!"

"Sick burn, Hare." Ralph raises his fist up.

"Please don't encourage him." Caitlin shook her head at Ralph.

"As a former prisoner, I can tell you-" Harry starts.

Cisco stops him, "No, that was gorilla prison."

"Gorilla prison is worse." Harry said, "They throw their scat at you. I can tell you that Allen is sitting in his cell, suffering, while this guy, Devoe, continues his plan unabated."

"Harry, Cecile filed an appeal last week." Iris tried to get him to calm down.

"We have no new evidence, so that doesn't matter." Harry shot back.

"Harry's right, guys-" I sigh, then look up at him, "But- we don't exactly have any proof of his innocence. We've hit a wall."

"We have satellites on the Devoes." Caitlin looks at him.

"And they haven't made a move in weeks, so that doesn't matter!" Harry shot back once more.

"Well, Barry's in gen pop, so worst case, he can always phase out, or I can breach him out." Cisco suggests.

"And then he'd be a fugitive." Harry puts his hands on his hips, "And by the way, Ramon, why do we not have eyes on him in there?"

"Hey, it's a pain trying to get into an analog camera from here, no matter how hard I hack." Cisco defends himself.

"Hack harder." Harry tells him, "We're nowhere. This team is nowhere, and this is the team that got Barry out of a pantemporal speed prison, and we can't spring him from a county jail?"

"Harry, we are working just as hard as you, okay? We are at a roadblock, so Barry is just gonna have to hold on." Iris sighs, "I mean, I can't even imagine what he's going through."

-

"So, Barry asked you to ask us to get this guy out of prison?" Caitlin asks Joe as we all stood in the cortex later that day.

"Barry had gotten close to this guy, who says he's innocent." Joe nods. "It was a case of mistaken identity."

"Well, from what I could find out on CCPN's archives, Big Sir's case does sound a bit suspect." I sat down, typing on the screen, pulling up what I had found, "15 years ago, he was found guilty of shooting a guard, but there was no apparent motive."

"Only one eyewitness?" Harry reads.

"Studies have shown that lineup composition, verbal, and non-verbal cues, can all lead to unintended false identifications." Caitlin turns, facing us.

"Look, this is all just fantastic, but we're not really gonna do this." Ralph looks at us, taking note that we already had too much to handle.

"Yeah, I mean, um, we've already got a lot on our plate just trying to free one innocent man." Cisco sides with Ralph.

"We all want Barry to be free, but I don't know that there's much else we can do right now." Caitlin spoke, "We kinda hit a wall."

"Well, we're not gonna get through that wall- while we're working on this." Joe keeps his stare on the ground.

"It's just one case." Iris shrugs lightly.

"Yeah, and it's a case that we have to take." Harry crosses his arms, "Allen has made one request of us since he's been incarcerated, and the request doesn't even involve himself. We have to take this case."

"It's unsettling how convincing- you can be sometimes." Cisco told him.

Joe's phone buzzes, as he grabs it, looking at the brightly lit screen, "I got a plate match on the Chevelle. It's registered to a perp who has multiple breaking and entering priors: Sylbert Rundine."

"Why does every villain in this city have a name that sounds like it came out of a comic book?" Iris wonders out loud.

"He must go by something for short." Ralph points upward, "Syl. Sylbie. Bertie."

"What do we wanna do about this case?" Harry asks.

"Well, Joe, Cisco, and Ralph are gonna question Rundine. I'll gonna call Cecile and see if she can pull up the case file on Big Sir." I said, grabbing my phone.

"You won't even have to say it." Joe whispers, tapping his head.

I roll my eyes playfully, grabbing my phone, dialing Cecile's number.

-

"Hey, guys, I think I got something." I walk in where Harry, Joe and Caitlin stood hunched over, my eyes landing on what they were staring at. "Oh- this has to be some sort of joke-"

"It isn't-" Cisco's slightly high voice said back at me, as both him and Ralph were two inches tall, because of our new meta, "I'm two inches tall!"