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"Barry isn't too optimistic about the appeal hearing." I sigh as I walked with Cecile, to where I went everyday at 1:30, to meet Barry, "He knows we don't have any new evidence that he was framed."

"Don't lose hope, Zee, we still have a few days to prepare." Cecile gives me a hopeful smile.

"I know, but it's not like we've come up with any new ideas for clearing Barry's name." I shrug, "This is like mission impossible."

Cecile sighs, a confused expression falling over her features, "A bigger issue is we don't seem to have Barry."

"Mrs. Allen?" Warden Wolfe's voice catches our attention at the call of my name, Cecile and I turning, "Unfortunately, you won't be able to see your husband today. He was in an altercation."

"What? An altercation?" Cecile repeats.

"A prison yard fight." He replies.

"What?" My eyebrows furrow lightly in confusion, but also concern, "Is he okay?"

"Oh, he's fine, he's fine, he wasn't harmed and he wasn't at fault, but per Iron Heights protocol, everyone involved is in isolation for the week." Warden Wolfe nods towards me.

"And is he safe there?" I question, shoving my hands into my pockets.

"Oh, he couldn't be more safe." Warden assures me, "The important thing to know is, he's in good hands. You can rest easy at night."

"Thank you, Warden." I nod, shaking his hand as he walks away, my head turning toward Cecile, noticing the look on her face, "What's wrong?"

-

"Wolfe is trafficking meta-humans?" Joe repeats after Cecile and I explained what Cecile has heard from Warden Wolfe's thoughts while we were at the prison, "Is everybody crooked in this town?"

"Ah, he always did look smug in those Italian wool suits." Cisco exclaims, "Oh, my God, he's literally wolf in sheep's clothing."

"It's kind of the perfect partnership, I mean, Amunet deals in metas, and Wolfe has a prison full of them." Caitlin uses her hands to shrug.

"And him being the Warden, he can make some inmates disappear without raising any eyebrows." Joe stops, "I'm gonna go talk to Singh."

"And say what?" Iris looks at him, "Your pregnant girlfriend with gestational psychic powers told you?"

"Yeah, Joe, Singh's just gonna think that you're a father desperate to get his son out of prison." Cecile backs her up.

"Well, if we don't figure out something before midnight, that's exactly what I'm gonna say." Joe looks at Cisco, "Hey, where's Harry? He can help."

"He went to Earth Two, he's checking in on Jesse, so-" Cisco clicks his tongue.

"Okay, well, we're out of legal options, and Cisco can't breach Barry out of the meta-wing, so, how do we stop this? Because there's no way in hell we're just going to let Amunet take all those metas- let alone Barry." I question.

"Hey, guys, got your alert, sorry I'm late." Ralph walks right in, his hands shoves into his pockets.

"It's okay, Ralph." Caitlin nods.

"No, it's not okay." Ralph Dibny shook his head, "I ran into this old business partner of mine. This guy- he's just a big, fat creep. He's always sticking his nose in my business. And he's so shady. He's got these beady eyes and this crooked smile. Just a real two-faced rat from head to toe."

My eyes are wide, as we all just witnessed Ralph morph into the man he was talking about, "Oh god-"

"Freaky." Cecile exhales.

"He's a two-faced rat, he is." The Scottish accent is strong as Ralph spoke, "What's wrong with my voice? Do you hear that?"

"Um-" Cisco starts, pressing a button, the computer chiming as Ralph could now see himself in the monitor.

"That's him, right there. That's him, do you see him? That's him." Ralph points at himself, "That's him, that's him, that's him, Right there. That's me, that's me. What is happening?"

"You somehow willed your body to shape shift into Earl's appearance." Caitlin stares, "Seems like your cells can do a lot more than just elongate."

"Ugh, brilliant." Ralph scoffs, "How do you undo it? Undo this? That? This?"

"Control Z?" Cisco guesses.

"Control-" Ralph starts to scoff once more, before morphing right back into his normal self, grunting.

"Guys, I think I just figured out how to stop Warden Wolfe." I spoke up, a light bulb practically shining on the top of my head, "If Ralph could shape shift into Braveheart here, then he could easily shape shift into Wolfe and meet Amunet before midnight."

"And call off the whole deal before it ever even happens." Cecile caught on.

"Angala what now?" Ralph looks at us, confusion falling over him.

-

I laid on the couch at the loft, on my side, dressed in a pair of jogged and t shirt, my hair thrown in a messy bun, my blanket loosely on me, as I stared at the picture of Barry in front of me.

Uncontrollable tears stream down my cheeks as Iris West walks back over after putting away an empty mug into the sink, sitting on the couch, placing her hand on my knee in a gesture to comfort.

She squeezes my knee, "We're gonna find something to get him out."

"We don't have anything yet." I say weakly, "Devoe thought this out perfectly. There is no flaws- we've spent weeks trying to find something. And now he's being sold to Amunet along with four other metas."

"We will find something. We will save Barry from prison- we will save him from Amunet. We will figure out something and will get him out of prison, you hear me?" Iris doesn't lose hope, as she slips behind me, pulling some of the blanket on her, wrapping her arms around me, comforting me further, "We have a chance."

"One that's barely there, anyway." I exhale quietly, holding her arm, sniffling, my eyes scanning over the photo I held.

The photo was of Barry and I, though my eyes only paid attention to Barry.

In this photo, he had his arms wrapped around me tightly, keeping me trapped in his arms, arching his back, lifting me off the ground, my legs kicking out, laughing coming from the both of us.

I bite my lip lightly to hold back a smile, sniffling, my eyes watering again.

My sister in law wraps her arms around me tighter, her eyes glued to the picture herself, "You two were always meant to be."

"I wonder who you're meant to be with." I glance at Iris, my voice quiet, "You haven't been on a date for a while."

Iris shot me a look, "."

-

"I mean, there has to be another way." Cisco runs a hand through his hair, stressed, after the plan we had thought of didn't work, trying to figure out something else.

"There isn't." I look at him, "Amunet figured out that Ralph was the one there, not because of how he acted, but because of him not being able to hold it for so long. There is one card left to play: go to Iron Heights, and stop the deal before it happens- or she's going to take Barry and the other bus metas."