Barry Allen/Flash One Shots

Prison

Barrys POV
I hate prison. Anyone who has been or is in prison would agree with those 3 words. It sucks. The food tastes like cardboard and the beds are stiff as a board. But this is prison, it's not supposed to be a 5 star luxury place to stay.

Criminals. They surround me. The glares, the talking behind backs, the snitching. I deal with it all. After I talked to Joe the other night a gang thought I was snitching. Of course I want looking for trouble but that's not what they thought. You can not trust anyone in prison. You think you may have a friend but everyone is really alone. If people have a chance to get someone in trouble they will.

"Inmate Allen you have a visitor." An officer tells me while I get up from my bed. I set down my cup of pudding and walk with the cop to the visit station.

"Singh?" I question. I was surprised. Very surprised. Why would Singh come to visit a former cop arrested for murder.

"Hello Barry. How are you?" He asks.

"I-Im okay. But I have to ask, why are you here?"

"You're the best CSI I had ever had. Even if you may of had suspicions about Clifford DeVoe. You would never kill someone." H-he believes me?

"I didn't kill anyone." I say.

"I believe you. Even without Joe convincing me I still would have."

"Thanks Captain. That's me as a lot. But it won't help. I'm sentenced to life and there is no sign of me ever getting out. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. The rest of the cops in the precinct think you're a killer but I don't and as a Captain that can go a long way." Singh finishes.

"Thank you. Do me a favor will you?" I ask.

"Anything."

"Tell Joe to tell my team that I love them and said hi."

"Team?" He questions.

"Joe will know." I finish and Singh simply nods his head in agreement.

"Times up!" The officer comes over to me and takes my arm roughly dragging me off the chair and pushes me into a line with the other inmates.

Once I get back into my cell I add one more day to the list of tally marks I've made by my name. I sit on my bed and start to lay down. I place my head on the firm pillow and slip under the thin sheets. I close my eyes and think about my friends and family. Smiling slightly at the thought of them. My breaths starts to slow and I fall into a deep sleep.

Prison.