Kitty Cat

Captain Singh was on his way home from work. There had been a series of missing persons cases, and the police was at its wits end trying to figure it out.

Singh was lost in thought, so he didn't really pay much attention to the man following him. Not until the man placed his hand over Singh's face did he even register that he was being followed.

Singh fell towards the ground but managed landed on his feet.

He opened his mouth to holler at the man running away, but all that came out was a meow.

Singh stopped short.

He looked down at himself and saw four black legs with white paws and a long black tail. He felt his head with his hands- paws and felt two pointy ears.

What the f-

"Hey there little guy." A voice said.

Singh jumped and turned around to see Barry Allen looking down at him with a soft smile. Barry knelt down and reached to pet Singh. The police captain initially backed up, but Barry's gentle hand was soothing and he inadvertently leaned into it.

Then Singh got an idea. If he could get Barry to realize that it was him, Barry could help him. So when Barry stopped petting him (which made Singh more disappointed than he'd care to admit) he followed him. Barry noticed and turned around.

He stared at the cat, took a couple steps back, and Singh took a few steps forward. Barry gave the feline a confused grin.

"You want to come with me?" Barry asked, kneeling back down.

Singh took the opportunity and rubbed his head on Barry's knee, prompting him to pet him again. Barry did, making the Captain purr happily. Once he was back to normal, he'd have to make Barry swear to secrecy to make sure this never got out.

"Alright little guy," Barry said, scooping up the cat into his arms, "I can take care of you for a while."

Mission accomplished.

Now for the hard part. Making Barry realize that it's him.

Barry had considered flashing his way back to his apartment, but he didn't want to spook his new pet, so he just walked and stroked the cat. When they finally arrived at Barry's apartment building, Barry looked at Singh the cat in the eyes.

"I'm warning you now," Barry said, "My roommate is an animal lover. A big time animal lover. So you will probably be stolen from me quite often. But don't worry, he's cool."

But how was he supposed to get Barry to figure out it's him if he's constantly with his roommate?

Barry unlocked the door and walked in.

"Reggie! I'm back!" Barry called. (Love you guys who know why I chose the name Reggie.)

Singh could immediately tell that this Reggie character was sprightly and a bit crazy. Reggie popped his head out from the kitchen. The dark haired boy gasped when he saw that his roommate was carrying an animal.

"You brought back a cat!" He yelled excitedly.

Barry chuckled and set Singh down. "Yup," he said, "try not to scare him off."

"What are you talking about? Animals love me." Reggie protested.

Reggie advanced towards the cat, and Singh darted behind Barry's legs.

Not a chance buddy, Singh thought.

But then Reggie made the most pitiful sad face and Singh felt bad. So he slowly made his way over to Reggie.

Barry laughed at the way the cat looked like it was sulking and the way Reggie's face lit up with delight when the cat came over to him.

"Keep an eye on him okay? I'm gonna take a quick shower before you head to work." Barry said. He pet the cat's head one more time, "I'll be back soon buddy."

True to his word, Barry was back quick. Reggie awed and cooed over him the entire time, petting him relentlessly. As soon as Barry came out though, he jumped up.

"I've got to get going. I've got a shift with Caleb tonight and you know how he gets." Reggie said, throwing on his coat in a hurry. (Okay. I'll stop with the JATP references.)

Barry nodded, "Scram." He said, tossing his roommate his keys.

"See ya!" Reggie hollered, slamming the door in his rush.

Barry chuckled and looked at Singh.

Now's the perfect time, Singh thought.

But how the hell am I supposed to tell him I'm a cat.

Singh got an idea and ran over to the table where Barry had his wallet. He flipped it open with his nose and attempted to get out Barry's badge.

But Barry grabbed his wallet and snapped it shut with a confused frown.

"What on earth are you doing?" Barry asked.

Singh sighed and glared at him.

Barry recoiled slightly, his eyes wide and one eyebrow raised.

"That's not freaky that your glare looks exactly like the one my boss gives me when I'm late." Barry said, backing one pace, "Not freaky at all."

Singh laughed in his head and smiled on the outside.

Barry looked at him incredulously, "Why are you smiling like that? Do you like scaring me? Think it's funny?" He scratched Singh behind the ear, making him melt and purr. "Let's get you some food."

Barry went into the kitchen and Singh followed. Barry frowned when he found nothing suitable for a cat to eat. Barry sighed and looked at the cat.

"I'll be back in a second..." Barry said.

Singh was wondering where he was going, if he had like a neighbor that had a cat, when Barry sped out of the apartment and was back in a legit second.

Even as a cat, Singh's jaw dropped.

Barry laughed at the cat's expression. "Got you some cat food!" he said, holding up a bag of dry food and a box of wet food.

Oh no. Singh thought. I am not eating cat food. But then his stomach rumbled and he decided whatever.

He was still trying to grasp the fact that Barry Allen was the Flash.

Oh they were gonna get a kick out of this when he was back to normal. Either that or they'd forever avoid each other to spare one another the awkwardness.

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Singh the cat stared at the clock that read 6:55 am.

Barry was supposed to be at work by 7:00 am.

Honestly, how could the kid have super speed and never be on time?

Singh crawled up onto Barry's bed and meowed at him, trying to rouse him. He bounced on him and sat on his head, but he just wouldn't stir. The kid was a heavy sleeper.

He meowed louder and Barry stirred some.

"Jus' five more min'is," Barry muttered.

Singh narrowed his eyes. He leaned over Barry's ear and let out the loudest meow he could muster.

Barry bolt upright, sending Singh flying in the air with a "reor!" But thankfully he landed on his feet. Then he glared at Barry.

Barry looked at the cat again, then the clock, then the cat.

"Would you stop looking at me like that! It's seriously freaking me out! Why do I feel like you're going to scold me for being late to work? Oh crap! I'm late for work!"

Singh rolled his eyes.

"Man, Singh's gonna kill me." Barry moaned. Singh looked at him curiously. Barry looked at the cat. "Hey," he said, "I was up trying to finish some files, and then there was a meta alert so I didn't get much sleep. You can cut me some slack. My boss though? Probably not. I mean I'm honestly surprised he hasn't fired me yet. You don't understand any of this because you're a cat, but it's really stressful to think that you might be fired any day because of your own chronic lateness. I mean sometimes it can't be helped because I have to go save people. And I'd rather lose my job than someone lose their life.... why am I still here? I need to get to work. Bye little guy!"

And Barry was gone in a burst of wind.

Barry's rambling left Singh a lot to think about as he waited for Barry to get back home.

And Barry did come home. But much sooner than he was supposed to.

Barry sped into the apartment and collapsed on the couch, startling Singh who was resting on the coffee table.

"Ow," Barry hissed.

Singh heard and his head swiveled towards Barry who was sporting a gash on his side. It was bleeding pretty heavily.

Singh's eyes widened and he started ranting to Barry about how he needed to get to a hospital or to someone who would take care of that for him. Of course all Barry heard was a bunch of concerned meowing.

Barry looked at the cat with a small smile.

"I'll be fine," he assured, "I heal fast. Besides, I've had worse."

That did not comfort Singh in the slightest.

Barry slumped against the couch, holding a fresh towel- that already had blood stains- against his wound to slow the blood flow.

"You know what's odd," Barry told the cat, "my boss wasn't actually at work today. I mean, I suppose it could be a good thing. He could finally be getting some rest. I don't think he knows how horrible he's looked after spending days on this missing persons case. But then again... maybe he is missing and we just don't know yet. That would be bad."

Barry stared hard at the cat.

Singh stared back, trying to will Barry into realizing that it was him.

Barry shook his head and pet the animal some more. He winced when his side jostled too much.

Singh then stood up and sat in front of Barry, giving him a hard stare. Barry stared back.

"It's really insane how you have the same expression on your face right now that my boss has on his face whenever he thinks I'm being unreasonable." Barry was getting more uneasy at the amount of coincidences involving this cat and his work. Barry sighed heavily, "I might regret this, but I'm going to take you to work with me."

Singh wasn't sure weather to be grateful for the grand opportunity he was being given or annoyed that Barry was actually going to bring an animal to work. But... considering he was the animal he was bringing to work, he settled for grateful.

Next thing, there was a whoosh and they were suddenly in Barry's lab. Barry chuckled at the cat's expression and set him on the floor.

"Be right back." He said, then jogged out of the lab.

A few minutes later, he came back with a bowl of water and a frown. He set the bowl down and then sat down, scratching the side of his head.

Singh hopped onto Barry's desk and Barry smiled lightly, petting Singh again. He laid his head on his arm in his desk and looked up at the cat, who was looking at him with a look of curiosity.

Barry recognized the expression and chuckled, "You know they say curiosity killed the cat right?"

Singh's eyes narrowed into the "for real?" look, making Barry laugh more. But Singh the cat's face morphed back into one of curiosity and concern when Barry's face went back to the overthinking and worrying face.

"I'm just.... worried," he said, "The Captain still isn't here and it's not like him to not at least call in and let someone know if he's staying home or sick or whatever. What if he's hurt somewhere? Or what if he's been kidnapped?"

Or what if he's been turned into a cat? Singh thought.

"And then with all these missing persons cases," Barry said, "I just... I don't know."

Barry's hand flopped down and he groaned into his arm. There were muffled words of complaint that Singh couldn't make out. He meowed and nudged Barry's head with his own.

Barry looked back up at him with a pouty face that made him look even younger.

"And all this is on top of dealing with the fact that there's multiple earths and the fact that a man wearing the same face as the person who killed my mother in now helping me try and stop a crazy evil speedster who wants to be the fastest in the multiverse."

Singh's eyes widened, 'say what?' he thought.

"Yeah," Barry said, resuming petting Singh, "my life is weird."

That's an understatement.

Barry glanced back at the door and sighed heavily.

"Come on," he said, scooping up Singh, "Let's stop by my boss' house to make sure he's alright."

They sped out and came to a stop in front of Singh's house. Barry knocked on the door. Rob opened the door and he smiled when he saw Barry.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi," Barry said nervously, "Um, I was wondering if Captain Singh was home? He uh, he wasn't at work and he'd normally call in if he was going to be, um gone. And he uh, wouldn't answer his phone and I- I felt bad calling a bunch in case he was sleeping. Or something."

Singh didn't know Barry had tried calling him and he felt touched. But the poor kid needed to get some confidence.

Rob's smile turned into a worried frown and Singh felt Barry tense and then wince.

"He isn't home," Rob said, "I thought he was at work. He didn't come home last night, so I figured he was just overworking himself again and I'd have to scold him when he finally got back for not at least calling me to let me know he wouldn't be home."

Barry smiled briefly.

"Nice cat." Rob said.

Barry looked down at Singh who was looking up at him, willing him to connect the dots faster.

"Oh yeah," Barry said, "I found him yesterday and have been keeping an eye on him... Excuse me. I just realized that I have somewhere I need to be."

Rob nodded and Barry thanked him. As soon as Rob closed the door, Barry dashed off and to his apartment. He set Singh on the coffee table and stared at him hard.

"No way," Barry whispered. He pressed his lips in a firm line. "No. Way. Captain Singh?"

Finally!

Singh bobbed his head up and down and meowed happily.

Barry sat back, stunned.

"You have got to be kidding me."

He ran a hand through his hair and looked at Singh with wide eyes. The he shook his head and ran his hands over his face. Then he threw his hands up in defeat.

"There's some more Barry Allen luck for ya!" He shouted, frustrated. "Unbelievable."

Barry's foot was tapping at super speeds as he tried to think of why his boss was a cat. Well he guessed it was a meta. And that this probably had something to do with the missing people.

"How the hell did you get yourself turned into a cat!" Barry hollered. He let out a heavy sigh.

"Let's get to STAR labs and figure out how to fix you." Barry paused. He pointed at Singh the cat. "None of what has happened will ever be shared, got it?"

Singh bobbed his head up and down. He was thinking the same thing.

Barry nodded once.

"Good."

Then they rushed out.

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Two days later, the Captain was back to normal.

After explaining- briefly- what happened to Rob, they made up a cover story of Singh being sick and then he came back to work.

Barry knocked on his office door.

"Come in," Singh said.

Barry poked his head inside before walking in and setting down a file.

"So..." Singh said.

"So..." Barry mimicked.

Then the two men burst into laughter.

"Oh Barry," Singh said, shaking his head fondly.

Barry just laughed. When he finally caught his breath, he said, "You know Cap, you make a pretty good cat."

Singh playfully glared at the CSI, "Not a word, Allen. Not a word."

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A/N- So.... this is the kind of stories I write when I'm high on three shots of caffeine. It's long and quite frankly chaotic and ridiculous. Sorry. Not sorry.

Oh! Thanks to @xX_DragonCry_Xx for the request.

Love y'all! :)