Earth 2
As far as she was concerned, Iris couldn't drive home fast enough.
Against policy, she hijacked her squad car and blared the siren and lights, mazing through traffic. Panic had almost ensued in the office when a message was burned into her desk when she was out, and the smoke triggered the fire alarm system for the entire building. When they were cleared and reentered, a cryptic note was etched into the wood.
"Get home, they're alone"
That was enough to force Iris into high gear. As she drove, she hastily dialed and redialed her home phone, fearing the worst for what happened to her husband. If that message was true, something must have taken him.
He would never leave their children otherwise. Although this wasn't her first exposure to metas by any means- and this was a meta, no doubt- this hit home; this was personal. And she refused to question the message and think that God forbid something actually happened to Donnie and Dawn. With each unanswered tone panic seeped deeper into the pit of Iris' stomach. Don't assume, she thought, stay calm, stay focused. She didn't even have time to call Barry's mother, who would have been able to get to their house sooner. It was probably better not to throw her into this mess just yet. Impersonal? Maybe. But the cop in her was taking over to protect the wife and mother who was so stricken with fear that she was frozen still. She hardly put the car in park before she ran out and through her front door. The noise awoke the twins, who were unattended for less than ten minutes, and they began to wail. Iris rushed to them, picked them up and simultaneously scanned them over. Once she realized they were unharmed she laid them back down, and began scrambling through her home, half hoping to find Barry working somewhere, half searching for clues as to what had happened to him. Against herself she called out to him, but to no avail. When she got to their room, she saw the phone lying off the receiver, and next to it on the carpet another engraved message was waiting for her.
"Come and get him".
"Damnit!" Panicked and infuriated, Iris threw the phone back onto the floor, almost breaking it from the force. Who would have taken her husband? What would any meta want with him? This wasn't the other earth- he wasn't The Flash, or someone that would be on a metas radar. He was Barry Allen, a damn CSI for crying out loud. Iris fought back the tears that began to well in her eyes. What were they going to do to him? The thought was too much to bear. Iris stood up and examined the rest of the room, hoping to spot anything else that would help her case. As she got to their bed, she realized something was off. Wiping her tears, she approached the twin bassinettes that Barry had set up in their bedroom. It was then she noticed they were empty. Barry had taken note of the abundance of baby blankets and bed sets they had received for their baby shower, and made sure that both their children had more than enough bed stuff to sleep with wherever they laid. Whatever was in these bassinettes before was gone now. Had Barry taken them? Why would he need something like that? She shuddered. This entire mess was getting worse. As she calmed down and made a better investigation of her house, and when she was entirely sure the threat was gone, she got right down to work. Making one last round to the nursery, Iris tucked her children back in after feeding them, knowing they would be safe with their grandparents who were alerted and were on their way. She approached Dawn's crib, and stroked her small cheek, the warmth and softness almost allowing Iris to forget the mayhem unfolding around her. She kissed her on the head, then kissed Donnie, and as she walked out she turned around and surveyed them one last time.
"Don't worry Barry," She whispered, "I'm coming for you babe."