Author's Note: This is just a quick thought that entered my head as I was rewatching last week's episode. I know they'll probably have Caitlin address the issue, but I thought I'd try my hand at exploring what might be going on in Caitlin's mind.

Please enjoy.

"Hey, Caitlin, I'm heading home," Cisco said as he peeked his head into the lab that Caitlin was sitting in. Caitlin nodded without looking up from the monitor she was looking at. "Need anything before I go?"

"No, I'm good," Caitlin responded.

"You sure you're okay?" Cisco prodded.

"I'm fine, Cisco," Caitlin answered forcefully as she turned around in her chair.

"I'm just asking," he said raising his hands. "After all, it's been a couple of days since…well, since…"

"I know," Caitlin said, saving him from the awkwardness of the situation.

"You haven't really talked about it. If you wanted to, I could hang around."

I know you would, Caitlin thought, and thank you for it. She knew he'd sit and talk with her all night if she wanted him to. So would Harry. And Iris. And Barry. Even Joe would let her just go on and on about what she was feeling. But none of them would understand what she was feeling.

"Thanks for the offer, but…I still need some time to myself about this. Go home, get some rest."

Cisco sighed and nodded, and then left Caitlin alone in the lab.

Caitlin turned and looked back at the monitor. She stared at all the work she'd done trying to figure out way to put herself back together and get Killer Frost back. But like she'd told Barry when his powers were put into Iris, she was forced to admit that there was nothing she could do. She leaned onto the desk, holding her head in her hands and let out a deep breath of resignation. She shut down the computer, went and grabbed her purse, and started heading for the underground parking garage. As she fished out her keys she smiled at the recollection of a memory.

Caitlin had woken up, brushed her teeth, showered, and dressed for work. She was leaving her apartment and as she stopped by the end table next to the door. She grabbed her car keys out of the bowl she kept them in and immediately paused. Something felt different. They felt different. She opened her hand and looked down, and was shocked to see that she wasn't holding her normal Fiat keys. Instead, there was a set of keys bearing the Mercedes emblem.

"What the…," she started to ask until she noticed the sticky note attached to inside of the bowl. She picked it up and read the message on it.

Caity, yeah...I don't do Fiats. So I traded it in and picked up a little something last night. You'll like it. Its more our speed, and it'll make both of us look even hotter.

- KF

She traded in my car, Caitlin thought. And bought a Mercedes! She made her way to the parking garage as fast as she could, surprising even herself with how fast she was moving in her heels. When she got down to garage, she passed one of the other tenants in the building, an ER doctor who usually worked the graveyard shift.

"Hey Caitlin," he said as she passed him. "Saw the new car in your space…nice," he chuckled as she raced on without stopping. When she got to her space, her eyes widened. Sitting in the spot was a brand new satin black Mercedes AMG GTS.

"Oh…my…God!" she gasped. She felt her heart start to race at the sight of the sports car. Why the hell would she do this, she thought. Does she know how much this car costs, she further mused at the knowledge that this was a one-hundred and fifty thousand dollar vehicle. "This is so going back," she said out loud as she decided that at the end of the day she was returning it and getting her car back.

But as she drove to Jitters for her morning coffee, she couldn't help but be impressed at the power of the car, not to mention being surprised by how well it actually handled. She was also caught off guard by Killer Frost's revelation about her looking hot in it. At least that's what she thought as that really cute guy on the motorcycle pulled up next to her at the red light and started checking her out. It happened one more time at another red light on her way to S.T.A.R. labs, the second time by some firefighters who were getting ready to leave a fire they had just put out. She couldn't help but smile at they gave her some dazzling smiles of their own and very appreciative looks while she waited for the light to turn green.

Okay, so maybe she wasn't totally wrong about me liking it, she thought by the time she'd made it to S.T.A.R. labs. But it's totally impractical, there's no way I can keep it. It's going back, she thought.

"Maybe in a day or two," she thought out loud as she hit the alarm as she made her way inside. "After all, I should have some fun with it," she finished. A day or two later, turned into, "It'll get returned at the end of the week."

That turned into, "Realistically, I could take it back at the end of the thirty days."

Now six months later she was still driving the Mercedes. Practicality be damned, she thought every time she revved the engine just before peeling out and showing off what the car was capable of. She remembered leaving a sticky note of her own after that first month.

Love the car. But please, please, please, next time ask first.

- Caity

As she walked into her apartment, she left the keys in the bowl and went to her bedroom. She stripped herself of her worked clothes and pulled on some sweats. Afterwards, she went to the kitchen. She pulled open the refrigerator, looking to see what she could make herself for dinner, scrunching her face after not seeing anything she wanted at the moment. "Guess it's a Chinese take-out kind of night," she said to herself as she was about to close the door. Before she did, she spotted something on the second shelf – two six packs of Killer Frost's favorite beer. Caitlin usually stuck to wine once she was home, and even then, she never drank enough to affect her the next morning, unless she happened to be out with the team. But Killer Frost didn't have that problem. Since her healing ability worked even faster than Barry's, like him, she never worried about getting drunk. She figured the twelve bottles were probably something that Frost could take down in one sitting without feeling a thing. "Lucky her."

Feeling like it shouldn't go to waste, she grabbed a couple and took them to the couch where she ordered dinner and waited. A couple of hours later, Caitlin was stumbling into her bedroom. She wasn't totally drunk, but she was no longer sober, taking down five of Frost's beers. I'll leave her a note in the morning, Caitlin thought to herself as she crawled into bed. As her head hit the pillow, she remembered that she didn't have – need – to leave a note.

"There's no one to leave a note for," she slurred. She turned onto her side and looked out her window at the night time sky. As she was feeling her eyes watering at the solemn thought of not needing to leave a sticky note, she caught sight of the small chaise next to the window. Laying across the arm of it was the jacket she used when she decided that Killer Frost needed an actual suit rather than that black leather dress and long coat. She forced herself out of bed and grabbed the jacket. She opened the closet and looked for the hanger on Frost's side of the closet.

There wasn't much to Frost's side, mostly an assortment of black pants, some jeans – mostly leather – and matching black or dark blue tops. She paired most of them with the current blue jacket Caitlin held in her hands, or the black leather one Caitlin picked up for herself when she was still working for Amunet. Once it was neatly hung, Caitlin stared at it, and at the rest of the clothes. Suddenly, an overwhelming rush of anger flowed out of her, hot enough that she half expected to feel Frost assert herself and appear. But Caitlin knew she wouldn't appear. She wouldn't come out from inside of her. Killer Frost was gone. And Caitlin hated admitting that. She hated that someone she had actually grown to appreciate, grown to like being a part of her life…wasn't there anymore. It wasn't just that Frost was gone. It was that she was taken away. Part of herself was now gone, Caitlin realized, and because of it, the reason she had felt numb since it happened was because Caitlin didn't feel whole anymore. As much as she wanted her gone in the beginning, Caitlin realized that Killer Frost was as much a part of this mind and body as Caitlin Snow herself.

She felt her eyes watering from the anger spreading within her, and then, for lack of a better term, snapped.

Caitlin reached inside the closet and grabbed at Frost's jacket, yanking it of its hanger. The hanger itself forcefully dropped from the hanging rod, clattering to the carpeted floor. Caitlin threw the jacket to the other end of the room, not looking where it landed, but hearing it and. She next started ripping the rest of Frost's clothes off their hangers, some of the hangers falling, other snapping from the force exerted to them. Soon, the other end of the room was littered with clothing that Caitlin was sure would never be worn again by their rightful owner. With no more clothes to grab at, Caitlin collapsed to her knees in the open closet doorway. She was crying her eyes out, tears streaming down her face like raging rivers.

"I want her back," she sobbed to the empty bedroom. "Oh God, I want her back," she cried as she fell to the floor, tucking herself into a ball, her knees hugged to her chest. It was the first time she had acknowledged – truly acknowledged – that Killer Frost was really gone and might not come back. It was the first real showing of emotion over what had happened. For the first time Caitlin realized that Killer Frost wasn't just the accumulation of dark matter and a set DNA asserting itself. She was an actual person. They shared a body, but each was their own mind, their own personality. And they were just starting to find a rhythm with one another and co-exist.

But with one touch, all that was gone and Caitlin felt alone and broken. As she started to pass out from the tears and alcohol, she let out one last sob as she realized, this would be one of those times like when she'd hung out with the guys, had a little too much and passed out on the couch, only to find herself in bed the next morning. Killer Frost wouldn't come out as Caitlin was knocked out to the world, do whatever it is she did, and then place themselves in bed. No, this time, Caitlin knew she was going to wake up right where she was, and that made her cry once more for the lost part of herself.

"I'm getting her back," Caitlin thought just before her eyes closed.