Crisis On Earth-1

Never Stop Running

[Authors Note: Actually posting this one on time, yay! I'm loving your guys comments so far! Your passion, and support is unbelievable and I love it, I really, really, really, really love it! So please, keep it up, tell me what you think, scream at me for crushing your hearts, I don't care, I just love hearing from you guys. But, I shan't keep thou any longer. Here is, Never Stop Running!]

It was the crack of dawn, and Barry hadn't slept a single wink. Up all night in search of any sign of the Reverse Flash or Reign. But unfortunately the duo were no where to be found. If it weren't for the accelerated cellular regeneration that came with the ability to harness the Speed Force, Barry may well have broken his hand, judging by how many times he'd punched the desk beside him. It was only by some miracle that he hadn't smashed the cup housing his  fifth cup of coffee by now. Of course, pulling an all nighter meant one would tend to lose track of time rather quickly. But judging by the sound of footsteps, and casual conversation coming from the hallway, it was early in the morning, and Team Flash were rocking up for work.

They were all distraught by the loss of Kara, and they were suffering, each in their own way. Even Harry was a little more irritable lately. Barry didn't exactly blame any of them for wanting to get as much rest as possible, but it was still a little frustrating feeling like he was the only one committing to finding the people responsible and bringing them to justice. Everyone was, of course, doing their part. But it didn't exactly feel that way when Barry was clearly putting in more effort than the rest of Team Flash.

Of course, this only served to frustrate Barry. After all, the Scarlet Speedster seemed to be the only one utterly hell bent on catching the people responsible for Kara's death.
He offered Alex some breathing room, and the fact that she'd stayed on Earth-1 to find her sisters killers was admirable. It was a strength not many people held within them, but one forged by rage that could indeed consume its host if not carefully monitored. He'd made it clear to Caitlin that she wanted her, and Killer Frost, to keep an eye on Alex in case she started to become unhinged, or decided to delve back into drinking herself to death, as she was prone to do.

Rubbing his eyes, Barry rose to his feet and fiddled with his gloves. He was clad in the Flash outfit, its mannequin was eerily empty. Everyone had clearly noticed, judging by the quizzical looks on their faces, but no one questioned it. Cisco walked behind his main set up, while Caitlin and Harry went to opposite labs either side of the Cortex. On the way past, Caitlin offered a smile, but Barry was too hurt at that moment to reciprocate it. He acknowledged it with a nod of his head, and that seemed to be enough for the time being. He walked over behind Cisco to check what he was working on. Cisco turned over his shoulder to look at Barry and smiled a little, and Barry put a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, man. You've been up all night," Cisco started, and Barry rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying, I think maybe you could benefit from-" Just as Cisco was about to finish, Barry was strangely calmed by the sound of the alarm going off. It either meant a distraction, or they'd found the Reverse Flash and or Reign.

"Woah! I'm intercepting multiple nine-one-one calls! It's uh... oh no. Barry," Cisco looked up at Barry with a stern, yet terrified look. "It's Psi. She's back." His words carried gravity, but Barry was filled with some sick sense of relief. Someone to punch, or throw into the pipeline might be exactly what he needed. He pulled up his cowl, but removed his ear piece and placed it down on the table beside Cisco.
"No, Barry. Last time that happened-" Everyone looked up to see Barry shaking his head at Cisco with a hand raised, rudely silencing his best friend. Something started to bubble inside of Caitlin but she kept her mouth shut, for the sake of everyone else. Of course Barry had a right to feel angry, but taking it out on those closest to him was not the way to handle it.