Underwater Part 1

Before lightning

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Barry hated boats.

Yet here he was.

On a boat.

There was a discovered homicide on a small island, and Singh put together a small crew to go out and figure it out.

The crew consisted of Singh, Joe, and Barry. Everyone else was back questioning people and sending information about who might be suspects.

Barry, for once, wished Singh hadn't chosen him to go to the island. Because, now, Barry was becoming nauseous.

Singh watched Barry as he turned greener. And greener. And greener. The whole trip so far, Barry had not left the side of the ship. Joe walked up next to Singh.

"Joe, does Allen get sea sick?" Singh asked.

"I don't actually know. This is the first time I've ever been on a boat with him."

Singh nodded and turned to face Joe. "Well, I think he is. He-"

Singh was cut off by a retching sound coming from behind him.

"Crap," Joe muttered, and went to his son's side. Singh followed him.

Joe rubbed a soothing hand on Barry's back.

Barry groaned, "I don't know why I agreed to come."

Then he proceeded to vomit over the side.

Singh scrunched his nose. That had to suck. He felt a little bad, since he had asked/told Barry that he was coming on the trip.

They had no leads, and Barry was the best CSI they had, even if he was technically only a forensic assistant.

"There you go Bar," Joe said, "I'm gonna go get you some water."

Joe left to get Barry some water, and Singh was crossing his fingers that Barry wouldn't puke again.

He did puke again. He also almost fell off the boat. Singh's eyes widened and his hand shot out and caught Barry by the shirt.

"Allen!" He sighed in relief once he stopped throwing up, "Geez Allen. Don't do that."

"Sorry Captain," Barry rasped.

"No don't apologize, you just startled me. Joe leaves for two seconds and you nearly fell off the boat."

He said startled. Not scared. Singh had made sure that he didn't say scared, even though that's what he had been.

Joe came back, "Here you go Barry." He noticed Singh's hand still gripping Barry's shirt tightly, "What happened?"

"He nearly fell off the boat." Singh said shortly.

Joe blanched. The boat's horn sounded, signaling that they arrived.

"Come on Allen," Singh carefully helped the boy off the boat.

Barry grunted and promptly laid on the sand.

Joe pressed his lips together in a grim line, "And we still have to go back."

Barry groaned louder. "I think I'll just camp out here till you get me a plane or something."

Singh smiled and Joe chuckled, "Sure Bar. You good yet?"

Barry slowly sat up and nodded. He took another swig of water and stood. "Let's go."

Turns out, it was a double homicide. The man who stayed behind to watch over the body was also killed.

Barry thought he might get sick again when he saw the long incision down the center of the man's body. He did his analyzing as quick as he could, so he could recover the bodies. Then a though occurred to him.

"Uh... I don't think the killer has left the island." Barry said cautiously.

Singh and Joe looked over at him, their expressions became somewhat alarmed.

"Why do you think that?" Joe asked.

Barry walked over to them and said in a low voice, "Well, the time gap that these two people were murdered was not a very long one, certainly not long enough for someone to leave the island and get back. And we didn't see any other boats out in the water, so he probably hasn't left yet. And also, I don't think that that's our driver watching us behind those trees."

The older men fought hard to keep their expressions in check, knowing that if the killer were to know that they knew where he was, they could be in trouble.

Turns out, it didn't matter. They were in trouble anyway.

The captain snuck up behind the Captain and Joe. He raised his gun...

"Joe! Behind you!" Barry shouted.

Both men turned around and went into action immediately. Singh drew his gun and Joe worked to disarm and pin him down.

Unfortunately, in the chaos, they all had forgotten about the other homicidal person on the island. Barry remembered as a quick and silent had grabbed him and muted his cries. He was dragged away by strong arms, kicking and thrashing, but unable to grab the attention of Joe or Singh.

Joe finally got the man down, and Singh cuffed him. Joe turned around and paled.

"Where's Barry?" Joe questioned.

Singh turned around and his eyes widened upon seeing... nothing. No Barry in sight. Singh quickly knocked the man out and they rushed around, trying to find any clue as to where Barry went.

There was a sharp cry of pain.

Both cops raced in that direction. They found their way to the cry, and to their horror, saw Barry being held around the neck with a clearly broken leg, being held by a man backing towards the edge of a cliff.

The man holding Barry saw the cops and pulled out his knife, leveling it at Barry's throat.

"Barry!" Joe cried.

"Don't come any closer, or I slit his throat!"

Singh out a hand on Joe and aimed his gun. "Let him go! Or I shoot!"

"You shoot he dies!"

Singh looked fearfully at Barry. He was pale and in pain. And Singh was scared. Why why why did he bring him on this stupid case?

The man backed closer to the edge of the cliff.

"Please!" Joe bagged, "let him go!"

The man only tightened his grip in response. Singh heard Barry let out a small cry and he saw red. How dare this man do this to Barry. He was gonna shoot this guy o matter what he did.

The man looked behind him. He was at the edge of the cliff now. He knew he wouldn't survive, but he wasn't going out alone.

He smiled. "Fine. I'll let him go..." he thought and added, "... just let me go."

Singh nodded slowly.

Then, as quick as lightning, the man hit Barry on the head with his knife, not quite knocking him out, then tossed him over the side of the cliff.

"BARRY!" Joe yelled.

Singh said nothing, he just fired three shots into the man's chest. Once he was down, they rushed to the edge of the cliff. They looked down just in time to see Barry splash into the rocky water below.