The walk from Jitters to the precinct was not a long one. Thankfully, I was not running late, in fact, I was going to arrive quite early. I took a sip of my perfectly brewed coffee as I opened the door leading to the precinct. The sharp burn of the alcohol pierced my throat, and I smiled at the all too familiar taste.

Walking into the precinct, I couldn't help but admire the scene. Multiple detectives and officers were bustling around, all of them having something to do. On one side of the room was an office belonging to "Captain David Singh". He was my boss, and the man who interviewed me over skype a few weeks ago. He seemed nice enough, but it was obvious that he was quite strict. I admired that.

I walked up to his door, and knocked. "Come on in." I heard Singh call out from within the room.

I entered the room, closing the door behind me, and said, "Hello Captain Singh. I'm Barry Allen, we spoke a few weeks ago?"

Singh looked up from the papers that were on his desk, "Ah yes, Allen, our new CSI right?"

"Yes sir."

"Well, our last CSI has just retired. I believe he's moving to Florida to be with his kids. Are you ready to start today?"

"I am sir. I look forward to working here."

"That's good. When did you get into town? You are from New York, yes?"

"I went to college in New York, but I was born in Central City. I just got in last night."

"Last night? Well you certainly have a long day ahead of you."

"That's fine sir."

"I must warn you, I may seem nice now, but I am quite strict with work, so I expect you to be on top of your game."

"I expect no less."

"Good. Now, let me show you your lab." Singh said, getting off his seat, and moving towards the door. I followed up the staircase, and into a large laboratory.

In the lab were multiple different types of impressive equipment. On one side was a large board, perfect for tacking on pieces of evidence. Looks like I found the place where I will put everything I found on my mothers murder.

"Only you are supposed to have access to this lab, but do not be surprised if you find multiple detectives coming in and out of here. Forensics is sometimes the most important factor of a case. I expect you to turn in all paperwork on time, and I do not tolerate tardiness."

"Understood."

"Here is your official ID, keep it on you at all times, it's the only thing that will allow you access to a crime scene." He said, handing me my ID.

He then spent another hour or so giving me a tour of the precinct, and telling me all of my duties as a CSI. It was obvious he was well respected, and it didn't come as a surprise that a man like him would be the one in charge.

We soon ended up in the lobby once more, where he was currently introducing me to an African American detective with a kind smile, and great posture. He looked somewhere in his forties. "Allen, this is Detective Joe West, one of our best and finest. You will most likely run into him the most while at crime scenes."

"Nice to meet you Allen." Detective West greeted as he shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you too Detective, I look forward to working with you." I said.

"You're a little young to be our new CSI."

"That's what they keep telling me." I responded truthfully. All my life, I have always been 'too young'. I was too young to go through a tragedy. I was too young to go to college. I was too young to take on a few of my mama's clients in the interior design firm. I was too young to be that smart. I was too young to be an alcoholic. I was too young to be a sex-addict. I was too young to graduate Julliard as valedictorian. I was too young to graduate Columbia as valedictorian. This list goes on and on.

The three of us soon parted ways, and I officially began day one of my new job. I spent the rest of the day running between crime scenes, and my lab. The amount of paper work I needed to fill out was borderline ridiculous, but it was part of my job description.

Lunchtime had finally rolled around, and I was beyond happy. The day had been going great so far, but I was starving. There was a small pizzeria near the precinct, where I decided to have lunch.

After getting my food, I sat down at a table. Just as I was about to take a bite to eat, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I said into my phone.

"It that how you greet your brother? I'm hurt Sebastian, really." I heard Nick say. He always did have a flair for the dramatics, even when we were Warblers.

"I don't recall us being brothers Nick." I said jokingly.

"Oh please! All Warblers are brothers!" He said strictly.

"Relax Nick, I just like annoying you. So, what's up? You do realize today is my first day of work, and you could have easily interrupted me in the middle of a crime scene?"

"You wouldn't have answered if you were busy. Plus! This is an emergency!"

I sighed thinking of the last time Nick claimed there was an emergency. Somehow, I ended up almost arrested at the Mexican border, with my car full of whipped cream, and holding a chicken named "Roberto". But that's story for another time.

"I'm not driving to Mexico." I deadpanned.

"It was one time! When will you let it go? But never mind that, I need your help."

"What do you need Nick?"

"I need you to accept the invitation to my wedding."

It honestly took me a full minute to process what Nick just told me, "YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!?" I screamed into the phone.

Everyone in the restaurant was now looking at me, but I couldn't care less. One of my best friends just told me some life altering news.

Nick laughed before saying, "I proposed last night. She said yes. And now I need you to be one of my groomsmen. Do you accept?"

"Of course Nicholas! This is going to be amazing! I'm so happy for you!" I exclaimed.

"Thanks Sebastian. I'll talk to you soon ok? After I straighten out the details." He said.

"Of course. Congrats man." And with that we hung up. I couldn't believe Nick was about to get married.

Nick was always the jokester in regards to the warblers. He was the one who could make a complete joke out of anything, and could always make us laugh no matter what the situation. He's also the absolute last person you would expect to get married, well after me of course.

He always was a player, not to my extent, but a womanizer nonetheless. So when everyone found out that he had a steady girlfriend, we were shocked to say the least. We didn't believe him at first, even asking to meet her so that he could prove it. That was 3 years ago. Now, they're engaged, and I was just asked to be the one of the groomsmen.

After finishing my lunch, I made my way back to the precinct to finish my first day of work. I was in the middle of writing yet another case report when someone came stumbling in my office.

"Hey Mr. Danes!" I heard someone call. Mr. Danes I believe was the old CSI, the one whom I replaced. Looking up from my work, I noticed it was Iris, the barista at Jitters.

"Mozart? You're not Mr. Danes." She said looking at me skeptically.

"No, I'm not." I told her.

"Where is Mr. Danes? Is he ok?" She asked, worried about her elder friend.

"Yeah, he's fine. Just retired. I think he's in Florida with his family." I assured her.

"Oh. That's good."

"Not to be rude, but what exactly are you doing here?" I asked.

Realizing that I still had no idea about the reasons for her visit, she said, "Oh, my dad works here, and I usually hang out in the lab with Mr. Danes to do my work for college. It's kinda the only quite place in the precinct. I just dropped in today to say hello though. But what are you doing here Mozart?"

I laughed and answered, "I work here. First day on the job as the new CSI for the CCPD."

"You. A scientist. Huh, I pictured you more as a rich artist, or maybe even a businessman. Definitely not a scientist though, which is weird considering my instincts and guesses are usually spot on."

"Who told you that you weren't right on your first guess?"

"Well let's see, the fact that you're in a forensics lab working for a police department, for one."

"Good point."

"Should I be worried that the departments new CSI is an alcoholic?" She teased.

"I'll have you know, I'm extremely good at holding my liquor. And it's not my fault I have an odd coffee order, back when I lived in Paris, my friend got me hooked on it. Now, I'm so accustomed to the taste, that I can't have coffee without a shot of Courvoisier."

"Back when you lived in Paris? Wow."

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just that you're so out there. First you're an amazing musician, now you've lived in Paris?"

I laughed as an old memory came back to me.

"What is it?" She asked, questioning my laughter.

"Nothing, it's just that what you said reminded me of something my friend told me once a long time ago."

"Oh, ok."

"This is a little off topic,but just because Mr. Danes isn't here anymore, doesn't mean you have to stop studying here. My lab is always open, and I don't mind the company." I offered her.

"Really? That's really nice of you Mozart. Thank you."

"It's Barry. Barry Allen. You might as well know my name if you're going to spend most of your days here in my presence."

"I still prefer Mozart. And my name is Iris West. But, you already knew that."

"Oh, so you're Detective West's daughter. Makes sense."

"You already met my dad?"

"Yeah, Captain Singh introduced us earlier."

"That's cool. Well, I have to go. My lunch break is over soon, and I have to get back to work. I'll see you later, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." I assured her. With a dazzling final smile directed towards me, she left my lab.