Author's Note: Hey again! Sooo, this was supposed to be a one-shot. However, based on reviews, practically everyone wanted it to go a little farther. It's a little short since it was unplanned, but I got it done! I hope it suffices. So, here's your part 2! Enjoy :)

"He's not picking up his phone."

The six words elicited a groan from Cisco. Both him and Caitlin were sitting in the cortex of STAR Labs, waiting for Barry. The speedster had promised to meet them after work was over, to let them know how everything had gone with Captain Singh. But he had been out for nearly half an hour and still hadn't shown, and to top it off he hadn't answered either of their calls.

"What do you think that means?" Cisco asked, running a hand through his hair. "Is it a good sign or a bad sign?"

"Why on earth would I know?" Caitlin replied with a huff, chewing on her bottom lip. It was a nervous habit she just couldn't seem to break. She was itching to know just as badly as Cisco was, and the radio silence from Barry was a little disconcerting, despite the fact that she knew his boss was virtually harmless.

"Well, should we go over there?" Cisco questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Caitlin's consideration was brief. Her curiosity and concern over Barry's wellbeing having won out, she stood with a nod. "Go wait out front. I'll bring the van around."

Cisco didn't have to be told twice.

Barry had taken control of the situation the best he could. Though it would be better, the speedster knew there was no way that he would be able to convince his boss that he hadn't saved one of his favorite coffee mugs by moving faster than was humanly possible. And so, after addressing the fact that the two needed to talk, he had ushered the captain downstairs into his own office where they would be less likely to be interrupted; everyone in the precinct knew that when the door to Singh's office was closed, it was best not to bother him. Especially when Barry Allen was involved. He had been in there alone with his boss more than once, and never for a good reason.

Once both men were inside and seated, Singh behind his desk and Barry in the single chair in front, the hard part began.

"Allen, what - how?" David asked, the first thing he could get out. Barry sighed, massaging his temples briefly before looking up at his boss with one of the most serious expressions the older man had ever seen on his face.

"You remember two years ago, when I was struck by lightning?" he asked. Singh nodded slowly; of course he remembered that. How could he forget? The kid had been in a coma for nine months after, and his absence had hit everyone at the precinct hard. Barry took in a deep breath before continuing.

"Well, the storm that caused it was the same night of the particle accelerator explosion," he went on, though he knew Singh already knew that. "And when it exploded, it released something called dark matter. That dark matter, along with the lightning and the chemicals I was exposed to when it hit me...well, you get the point. Boom. Superpowers," he said, shrugging awkwardly.

"Wow," Singh replied after a few moments, once again seeming awed as he looked at his young employee. "I just...wow." It wasn't often that he was at a loss for words, but this time was different. Barry nodded, still looking awkward.

"And now you just race around the city, stopping all these other crazy people with powers?" The question was obviously more on the rhetorical side, but Barry nodded again anyways. It was Singh's turn to draw a deep breath; this was a lot to suddenly take in. A silence stretched on between the pair until Barry finally found the words to speak again.

"You can't tell anyone," he said, his voice firm. "I'm serious, sir. So many people already know, and I can't - this can't keep happening. I don't want to keep putting people in danger, and if my identity gets into the wrong hands it will be so bad, and if anything happens to you because of this -" Barry was rambling, barely taking any breaths between his words, and David took it upon himself to stop it.

"Allen, stop before you turn blue in the face," he said, and Barry trailed off, not looking quite satisfied. He had started picking at the hem of his shirt.

"But sir -"

"Barry," he said, and the young CSI shut his mouth again, looking slightly surprised by his boss' use of his first name. "Relax. I am not going to tell anyone. I would never," he told the scientist solemnly.

"For real?" Barry asked, his face showing relief. Singh couldn't help but chuckle.

"I promise," he said with a soft smile.

Barry cracked a soft smile in return. It was going to take a little while to get over the fact that his boss now knew his secret identity, but he supposed this was an okay start. There was another brief lull in the conversation until the captain broke it.

"So, who else knows?" he asked, unable to help his curiosity; Barry had let on that a lot of other people had the knowledge. Barry was a bit taken aback by the question, but there was no harm in answering. Besides, since Singh now knew, it was probably a good idea to let him in on who the whole Flash thing was safe to discuss with now. He began rattling off names.

"Uh, let's see. Joe, Iris, Linda, Patty, Caitlin, Cisco…"

As if on cue, after mentioning his name, Cisco came bursting into the office.

"Barry!" he said loudly, panting a bit; he was clearly out of breath. Caitlin came trailing in seconds after Cisco, more controlled and less flustered but there all the same.

Barry stood and immediately went over to his friends, putting a hand on Cisco's shoulder as he got his breathing to return to normal.

"We parked down the block. He's not in the best shape," Caitlin offered as an explanation.

"I resent that," Cisco replied.

Barry gave them both a confused look. "Is everything alright? Did something happen?" he asked as Singh stood as well, making his way out from behind the desk. Cisco and Caitlin eyed the captain warily.

"You were supposed to meet us at STAR. You know, to let us know how everything went with he-tay aptain-cay,"* he said, trying his best to be discrete.

"I do understand simple Pig Latin, Mr. Ramone," Singh said with a hint of amusement.

"Oh. Awkward," Cisco replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Barry couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle.

"Guys, he knows," he told his two friends. "Everything's...fine," he said, looking to his boss as he said this as if for confirmation that everything was, in fact, fine. Singh gave a single nod.

"Oh, uh, alright. Great? Welcome to Team Flash, I guess," he said. "The number of members on which are increasing a lot," he said with a pointed look at Barry. The speedster crossed his arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said sarcastically. "Did you forget how Kendra found out?"

"Okay, okay. Point taken," Cisco mumbled as Caitlin suppressed a laugh and Captain Singh looked confused.

"Anyways," Barry began, "I appreciate you guys checking up on me. But I...think everything is good here," he said as he looked at the three of them. At the three of them who knew his secret.

Cisco grinned. "Well, who's up for drinks? I'm buying."

"Cisco, it's not even 6:00. And I still can't get drunk," Barry pointed out.

"You can't get drunk?" Singh asked, raising an eyebrow. Cisco laughed, clapping the police captain on the shoulder.

"It's hilarious, too. Come on, I don't care what time it is. We'll show you."

Author's Note: Well, I hope that's a more satisfying ending! Hope you all enjoyed :)

*he-tay aptain-cay literally just means "the captain" in Pig Latin.