It was an early morning at S.T.A.R. Labs. Caitlin clicked her way across the cortex setting her bags down at her desk. Cisco hadn't quite made it yet. She hoped he'd be there soon accompanied with a small tray of coffee and snacks for them to share. She decided to go ahead and start the morning routine of flipping on switches and turning on monitors for the day. She headed to the med-bay and switched on the lights. She nearly jumped out of her skin seeing the body of a young man laying on the gurney. He groaned a familiar groan she knew. This is the second morning in a row that she had stumbled in on him using the med-bay as his own personal bedroom.

"Jeez! Barry Allen!"

"Morning?" He sat up sleepily rubbing his eyes.

"What are you doing here so early? Did you pass out after training to long on the treadmill again," she asked worriedly offering up the same excuse he gave her yesterday. He shook his head in denial.

"No."

"So what's up. Why aren't you sleeping at home?" She pulled up a rolling stool to the bed and sat down on it. It looked like a classic doctor patient scene except the wounds he was suffering from weren't physical but emotional.

"I'm having a hard time sleeping there. I can't seem to shake the memory of that night. Either I'm up thinking about it, or I'm reliving it in a nightmare." Caitlin sat pondering his dilemma. It made her think back to when she had thought she lost Ronnie the first time. How everything changed for her. The space they shared was hollow, empty, and frightening. She couldn't sleep there. She spent a lot of nights crashing at Cisco's who was just happy to have some company. Then the idea stuck her.

"What about a change of scenery?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well before Ronnie died, the first time, we shared an apartment together. After I lost him, it was really hard for me to stay there alone. It wasn't really until after I found another place that I started to feel more at peace with everything."

"You think I should move out of Joe's?"

"I'm just saying that maybe right now, it isn't the best place for healing."

"Maybe."

"Are you working today?"

"No, not really. Until we get more evidence for some of the other cases, my work is kinda on hold."

"How about you and me grab some breakfast and check out a few places around town?"

"You want to help me go apartment hunting?"

"Yeah! It'll be great to get out. Get some fresh air. Do something different, you know?" Barry eyed her with slight amusement. The prospect of finding a new place did sound appealing. If Barry was being honest, it was filling him with a small sense of hope. He smiled at her.

"Let's do it."

Finding an acceptable liveable apartment was proving to be more complicated than expected. They had visited six different places already. Each one had it's own culmination of unidentifiable smells, sketchy neighbors, and poor upkeep. Despite the many failed attempts, Barry was feeling a lot better about the whole idea. He actually worked up an appetite.

"You wanna take a break? Grab some lunch?"

"Maybe a pair of walking shoes too? I'm not sure how the aspect of WALKING escaped my attention while suggesting this idea. Heels are definitely not the right shoes for this." Caitlin rubbed at her ankles where the straps were cutting into them. Barry grinned down at her. He quickly swooped her up and sped her over to Jitters. "Next time a little warning, will you?" She tried taming her loose wind blown curls.

"I thought the less walking the better." She was happy to see Barry smiling and feeling a bit lighter. She was happy to finally find a way to cheer him up.

Barry found himself in the same seat he sat before two days earlier with Iris. He was struck with the pain of guilt for leaving like he did that day. Saying everything and then leaving like that was kind of a jerk thing to do. His thoughts were interrupted by dark hair and green eyes. She was the same waitress he realized that served them last time. She took his and Caitlin's order a little hesitantly eying the two a little cautiously and zipped away behind the counter.

"Is it just me or was that a little awkward?" Caitlin questioned.

"Maybe just a smidgen?" Before they could continue the dark haired girl was back.

"Um excuse me sir?" Barry looked up at her. "Uh. You were here the other day right? You were with another girl?"

"Wait if your thinking that he and I... are.. no. You're mistaken," Caitlin rushed to interject.

"No! No. Nothing like that. It's just you two left the other day without touching your food. I was a little concerned that I got something wrong and offended you guys somehow. My manager was a little upset and I just wanted to apologize."

"No. Sorry. It wasn't you at all. Something had come up and just didn't have time to eat. I'm Barry and this is my friend Caitlin." Barry held out his hand. The dark haired girl returned the gesture.

"I'm Stephanie. Nice to meet you," she said with a smile.

"Stephanie we're trying to find a nice place for Barry to live. Do you happen to know of any apartment vacancies?"

"Not really. Not off the top of my head..." her voice faded out as her attention was drawn to young man coming through the door. He was tall and thin. His blonde hair was clipped closely at the sides. The top of his hair draped down over one side spiking in various directions. "Cameron?!" The girl quickly left the table practically tackling the young man as he approached. "Oh my gosh! Cameron? When did you get in?"

"Just now, really."

"You just get in and the first thing you do is come see me?"

"Well, you've been going on and on about your new job for months, I thought I would drop by and see you in action." The girl beamed up at him.

Barry and Caitlin watched with mild amusement at the exchange between the two. It reminded Barry of when he first woke from his nine month long coma. He saw Iris for the first time again right here in Jitters. His mind then flashed to lunch with her two days ago. Replaying the two moments in his head side by side sent another wave of guilt washing over him. Stephanie returned to Barry and Caitlin's table for just a moment to make sure that everything was alright. She then excused herself to the back of the counter. She must have gotten permission to take a short break because she was out again walking over to her old friend who had taken a seat next to the window about two tables away. Caitlin and Barry ate and chatted for while thinking of other possible locations. The searching seemed to be leading to a dead end.

"Maybe we should call it a day?" Barry offered. He appreciated Caitlin for taking it upon herself to help him find a place, but it could take weeks. He didn't want to torture her poor ankles much longer. Caitlin let out a defeated sigh. They stood up and started gathering their things leaving a tip at the table. Stephanie was still energetically chatting up her friend as they were heading out the door. She did give a short wave goodbye before returning to her conversation.

"So, where do we go from here?" Caitlin and Barry were standing at the busy street in front of the coffee shop.

"I don't really know. I guess I could drop by CCPD to check for any updates on the cases before I patrol tonight."

"Barry, do you ever take a night off?"She asked him, but she already knew the answer. He let out a breathy laugh.

"Do you?"

"I'm just saying that it could be very beneficial to your HEALTH to take a break every now and then." He bobbed his head in agreement.

"Hey, excuse me?" Both Caitlin and Barry looked up to see someone approaching them. They recognized him as the young blonde man who was speaking with Stephanie. His long amble strides were closing the gap between them. He was sporting a clean pair of black converse sneakers and dark blue jeans with fraying patches in various places. He wore what looked like a band branded black T-shirt that Barry was sure he'd never heard of under a tan wool winter jacket. He stood a little taller than Barry studying the two with strikingly soft green eyes. "Hey, my friend in there said you guys were looking for an apartment?"

"He's looking for an apartment," Caitlin clarified not wanting to give the newcomer the wrong impression."

"Hey, I'm Barry." Barry offered his hand to him, but the gesture wasn't very warm or welcoming.

"I'm Cameron, nice to meet you." He shook Barry and Caitlin's hands. "I actually know a place not to far from here. If you'd like, I can show you." Caitlin turned to Barry giving a surprised but 'why not?' look. Barry just shook his head.

"Thanks, but we were about to call it quits for the day." Caitlin looked at Barry puzzled and disappointed.

"What are you doing?!" She was screaming with her eyes.

"Got 'cha. Sorry to bother you." Cameron smiled politely ducking his head as he turned to leave. Caitlin stared between the two boys a growing distance between them. She spun around on Barry with eyes demanding an explanation.

"What?" Barry hunched up his shoulders in confusion.

"What was that? We've been searching all day." Caitlin sounded slightly exasperated.

"Yeah, Cait, I know. We don't even know that guy, though."

"He was just trying to be nice and helpful. I did ask Stephanie if she knew of any places."

"Yeah, I get that, but you can't trust any stranger that just walks up to you offering help with a smile. That's how you get taken advantage of Caitlin. That's how people get hurt." Caitlin looked at him noting the hardened look in his eyes. She knew he had a point given recent events, but she just couldn't shake the thought that this could be just what they were looking for all day long. She refused to let today's hard efforts in taking Barry's healing in the right direction go to waste. She touched his arm giving him an understanding squeeze.

"It's just an apartment, Barry. Getting a helpful suggestion on a place to live is not the same as trusting him with the fate of the world." Barry blew out a breath. She could see the hardened look dissipate and his resolve melting. She gave a reassuring smile. "It'll be ok. Trust me."

Barry and Caitlin jogged to catch up with Cameron who had just made it to the corner at the end of the block. Caitlin was really regretting it by the time she caught up to him. Never again in heels, she chided herself. Cameron was speaking on his cell as they arrived holding up a finger signaling just a minute. He nodded into his phone closing his other ear to the street noise.

"Ok. Sure.. That's fine. I'll meet you after your meeting is over. Ok. See you then." Cameron turned his attention back to Barry and Caitlin eying them with curiosity. Barry spoke up first.

"Sorry about earlier, man. It's been kind of a long day. I wasn't trying to offend you or anything."

"None taken really. I'm pretty used to being brushed off, so its ok." Barry rubbed the back of his neck guiltily at Cameron's words.

"Sorry... If you are still open to it. We'd love to see it." Cameron looked at the time on his phone and looked around a bit at the street signs.

"Sure. It's about a ten minute walk. Just a few blocks down really and to the left." He looked at Caitlin and then down to her shoes. "You sure you're up for that? I could call a cab."

"No, its fine. Really." Her smile was a little strained, but thankfully they walked at a slow pace. Barry wrapped an arm around her offering a little support. She appreciated it. She decided to distract herself by getting to know their guide. "So, what brings you to Central City?"

"My dad."

"Here visiting?" Cameron nodded a sweet grin on his face. " Aw, that's sweet."

"Yeah, I guess so. I hadn't really seen him in a long time."

"Is that who you were talking to on the phone a while ago?"

"Yeah.

"How long have you been away?" Cameron looked at Caitlin with a familiar look in his eyes. Pain. Loss. Something she'd seen many times reflected in the eyes of her friend next to her. He faced forward eyes dipping a little to the ground.

"Its been about two years."

"That's a while."

"Yeah. Well, after the particle accelerator exploded my mom got pretty sick. We moved to California with my Uncle Mike, her younger brother. My dad wouldn't come. He said he couldn't leave work. After a bunch of false diagnosis and unnecessary treatment, she passed away last year." Caitlyn could feel Barry's fingers slightly digging into her shoulder. He had been quietly listening to conversation beside him. No doubt the loss was hitting pretty close to home.

"Oh, Cameron. I am so sorry to hear that." He just shrugged his shoulders in response.

"My dad finally came out for the funeral. I was so pissed at him. He didn't visit once while she was sick. We got into a pretty big fight. Both said some things we probably never should have said." He was shaking his head back and forth recalling it. They turned left at the next corner walking down a wider street. "I decided to stay there with my Uncle Mike. Dad came back here. Then all of a sudden out of the blue he calls me. He said he was sorry and wanted to start over. He actually told me that he missed me. Evidently you guys had it pretty rough here in Central City a couple of months back. Some psycho calling himself Zoom or something terrorizing the city? The Flash finally got him and saved the day?" Caitlin felt another sharp dig of fingers in her shoulder at the mention of Zoom. She glanced at Barry whose face had started draining of color. She reached up and squeezed his hand. "My dad said it got really bad here for a while. He said all he could think about was that he didn't want to die with things like that between us about mom. So, I decided to come down and visit him."

"That's really great, Cameron." He bobbed his head happily grinning at her. They stopped in front of a very tall building with several floors.

"Here we are." Caitlin couldn't help but crane her neck upward at the site. She glanced over at Barry who too was gazing up at it. Caitlin counted at least eight floors. There were ton's of windows and fire-escapes snaking down the side of the building. Cameron waved an arm leading them inside. Caitlin was thankful when they were directed towards the elevator. Cameron tapped the button labeled 8 and with a jolt the elevator pulled them upward.

"So how did you find out about this place?" Barry spoke up for the first time since agreeing to take Cameron up on his offer.

"It used to be my old place when I lived here."

The elevator ground to a halt opening into a very clean hallway. The walls were a very light charcoal gray with four white doors lining the halls. Cameron led them all the way to the end of the hall to a door marked thirty-seven. He took out a loose set of keys and slid one into the lock. He turned the nob pushing the door ajar. He entered in first switching on lights. Barry and Caitlin rounded the small corner from the door way totally awestruck. The room opened up to a very immaculate loft. The hardwood floors were clean and pristine. There was a beautiful modern nook of a kitchen. There was a beautiful dining table to the left. A cherry wood desk closer to the wall. Further back there was a large round about couch that looked comfy and barely used. There were a few other cherry wood furnishings here and there. A few end tables and bookshelves. Even with the few items described, it still didn't make up for how spacious it was.

"You want to move out... of here?" Barry sounded utterly awestruck. Cameron just chuckled.

"I have a few other places I prefer to spend my time." They stared at Cameron dumbfounded.

"You're kidding."

"If my place was half as nice as this, I'd never want to leave." Caitlin took a seat on the comfy looking couch. She welcomed the feel of the soft plush cushions enveloping her entire body. She sighed in satisfaction.

"How much is the rent here?" Barry asked mentally preparing for a ridiculous amount.

"I don't pay rent here." Barry cocked his head to the side in confusion. Caitlin turned around to look at the two of them. "My dad owns this building. He owns his own realty company and owns several properties throughout the area.

"There's no way I could afford this."

"Hey man, you never know." Barry just shook his head in response. This place was amazing, but he couldn't imagine himself with something like this. A home of his own like this. It was already practically perfect and surprisingly enough suited his taste.

"Hey Cameron. Any chance I can borrow your restroom? Too much coffee." Caitlin blushed a little embarrassed.

"Hey, yeah. It's right through that door back there. Left is the bedroom and closet. Right is the bathroom. Can't miss it." Caitlin quickly exited following Cameron's directions. Barry continued to wander around the apartment taking in every detail. Cameron studied him closely. To him Barry seemed a bit off. The guy had barely spoken throughout most of their conversations. His eyes were a bit sullen with an occasional glow of emotion. His brow appeared forever creased in serious thought or something. His clothes hung a little loose and wrinkled around him like they were used to fitting a bit tighter. Barry must of felt Cameron's gaze on him because Barry turned meeting his gaze.

"What?" Barry asked. Cameron looked like he was about to say something, but his phone started ringing. He looked down at the number and back up to Barry.

"Excuse me I should take this." He turned heading towards the door taking his call into the hall. Caitlin emerged from the restroom eyes scanning the room for Cameron and Barry.

"He's outside. He had to take a call."

"So, what do you think?"

"I don't know, Cait. It's nice, but I don't know." Cameron suddenly re-entered the room moving rather quickly. He was fiddling with the keys trying to get them off the key ring.

"My dad just called. He's getting out of the meeting early. I need to run. Here." He pushed the keys into Barry's hands. "Feel free to check the place out as long as you'd like. If you think it's a good fit. Great. You can keep all the furniture and stuff that's here if you want. If not you can toss it or whatever you like. If you decide you don't like it just give the keys to Stephanie at that coffee shop. 'Kay?"

"Uh... Sure."

"Alright then. See ya." Cameron rushed out of the room running his hands through his hair. If Caitlin didn't know any better, she would have thought he seemed nervous. Maybe that's what not talking after two years will do to you. Caitlin turned her attention to Barry who stood there staring down at the keys in his hands.

"Barry?"

"This is crazy, isn't it?"

"You don't have to rush into anything, Barry." Caitlin patted Barry on the shoulder. "Just, at least, think about it." Barry nodded his agreement. He would think about it.