Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 15

Harry sits at his desk, working intently on some legal S.T.A.R. Labs business. He's already had two people come and grovel to him over the fact that this newest piece of tech isn't ready for manufacture yet and that the company was going to have to find the extra money for it somewhere. He'd only dropped you off at the shop just over two hours ago, but it seems that since then, everything has gone to shit.

Just as he thinks he's beginning to solve the problem with the device's schematics, there's a knock on his office door and Matthew steps into the room.

"Yes?" Harry asks curtly, huffing that he's being interrupted at such a crucial stage.

"Doctor Wells, there's a detective here to see you. He says it's urgent."

"Send him in," Harry orders, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is the last thing he needs. Matthew withdraws from the office and Harry hears him tell the detective to enter in his place.

A blond man steps into the room as Harry gets out of his chair, rounding the desk to shake the other man's hand. But the resolute expression that he sees warns him that he needs to be very careful with what he says from here on out. This is a man on a mission.

"Detective Thawne, isn't it? You're West's partner. What can I do for you?" he asks, trying to start this off civil.

Thawne stands in front of him as Harry leans back against the edge of his desk. "You might as well cut the niceties, Wells, I know you're going to be as difficult as you can be," he says, his smile telling Harry that he believes he has the upper hand here.

"And why's that exactly?" Harry counters, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I've received a tip-off that something isn't quite right with your accounts. I'm going to need to see your books," Thawne tells him in a commanding tone, putting his hands on his hips to reveal his badge and gun.

Harry gives a wry smile and a small huff of laughter, glancing at the revealed items then raises an eyebrow. "If you think you scare me, Detective, you're mistaken. I've dealt with people far more intimidating than you." Harry follows this up with a look, heading back to his chair behind his desk and taking a seat. Without looking back up at the younger man, he says, "Come back with a warrant, and I'll get you my books."

"Got something to hide?" the detective pushes, taking a step closer to the desk and getting Harry to look at him again.

"I just don't like people I don't trust going through my things."

"Well, it seems that someone you do trust is ballsing it up for you anyway. How else would I have gotten a tip?" He places his hands firmly on the desk's surface and looks menacingly at Harry. "And I tell you now - if I find anything crooked in them when I get that warrant? Next time, I'll be turning up on your doorstep to arrest you."

Harry leans forwards in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk and tenting his fingers in front of him. "Is that a threat, Detective?"

"Everyone knows that you're up to your neck in illegal activity. We just need someone who cares about justice enough to prove it."

"And that's you, is it?"

"Yes," he replies immediately. "I'm working with this tip now, but I've got plenty more angles I can work it from. Your girlfriend seems to have a particularly soft spot for the metas. Maybe if I charged her with aiding and abetting fugitives of the law, we can see how quickly you'd cave then. Either that or she's bound to know something, maybe enough to put you away for good."

The mention of you makes all the civility fly out of Harry's demeanour. He stands, anger almost visibly radiating from him. "She would have the best lawyer in this city at the snap of my fingers. You leave her alone," he growls back.