Bittersweet Love

10. Cold-Hearted

Barry entered the cortex followed by a gush of wind that tailed him throughout his run. As usual, the papers placed on the desks flew away, decorating themselves on every corner of the cortex. Sighing, Cisco got up his chair and bent down to gather the mess created by the scarlet speedster.

"Well good morning to you too." Cisco commented.

Barry bit his tongue. "Sorry man." He quickly bent down as well to help him.

While picking up the papers, he looked around the cortex. Soon his CSI brain started firing neurons all over to make sense of the situation. It was exactly 8:30 am meaning that Ralph was still sleeping in his apartment, Harry would be at Jitters grabbing a coffee, Joe in his cabin at CCPD, Iris would be at The Citizen with her crew, leaving only one unexplained absence... Frost.

"Are you planning on staying down?" Cisco asks as he stared at a lost Barry.

"Sorry, I was just thinking." Barry looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone who resembles Elsa. "Hey, Frost is still gone?" He asks cutting to the chase.

"Yup, still not here." Cisco confirms.

"Don't you think it is odd. I mean it has been 5 days since we encountered Godspeed and she still isn't back?" Barry worried.

"I am sure she is fine. And if she wasn't, then Carla would've informed us. Plus maybe she needs time to cope with all the...recent events." Said Cisco.

"Maybe you are right. Or maybe I should just check on her, make sure she is okay." Barry blabbered.

"Dude, chill! Stop being so paranoid. She will come around when she is ready." Barry nodded understandingly.

"Fine, besides I have a new case that I should be working on." He informs.

"Metahuman related?" Cisco asks in excitement.

"No, unfortunately. Just regular robbery." Barry chuckles at his excitement.

"Shucks!" Cisco says in disappointment.

"Okay man, I will see you around." Barry bids bye and flashes away.

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"Barry, where are you with the robbery report? Captain wants it was soon as possible." One of his collueges peeked though the door to inform Barry.

"Uh, just a couple of minutes more. I am almost done." Barry replies.

"Alright." the man leaves.

Barry takes a last look at the door and zooms around the lab. A couple of seconds later, he stood in the middle of his lab, smiling at the finished report in his hand. After submitting the report to Joe, he was about to make his way back to his lab when he realized that he had no other cases for the day. Thinking on his feet, he flashed to Frost's apartment hopping that no one tries to commit a crime for a couple of hours which would pull him away from his leisure time.

Taking a deep breath, Barry straightened himself and ran his hands down his shirt, attempting to make it less wrinkled.

'Come on, Barry. It's just Frost. Nothing to be nervous about.' He cursed his overthinking mind.

Gaining the courage, he clenched his fist and knocked on the wooden door three times. "Frost?" He called out, but got nothing in return. "Frost? It's me, Barry." He announced.

'Like that's going to make her open the door.' His mind chimed in.

Rolling his eyes at his actions, his gaze turned to the floor which immediately caught his attention. He stepped back and examined the gas escaping from the gap of the apartment door. Barry's heart started to race. He placed his hand on the knob to open the door, but immediately pulled it back when the icy metal came in contact with his flesh. Without wasting more time, he phased through the door and stepped into the apartment.