distance ? barry allen [1]

"Where's Barry?" Dr. Wells asked, wheeling into the room. "He's late."

"Late is kind of his signature move," Caitlin remarked, causing Spencer to chuckle, nodding in agreement.

"Hey, you guys want to see my signature move?" asked Cisco, who was chewing on a pen.

Before Cisco could do anything, a burst of air went through the room and Barry was standing in between Caitlin and Spencer.

"Sorry, guys, I got a little held up," Barry told them, a slight smirk on his face. At their unamused faces, he continued, "You had to be there."

"I'm going to need a moment or two alone with Barry," Wells requested.

Caitlin began walking away and Spencer pouted. "Damn, I really wanted to see Cisco's signature move."

The boy just rolled his eyes following his two friends. "Ooh, you're in trouble," he commented as he passed Barry who just shook his head.

The three of them sat down together in the Cortex, patiently waiting for Barry and Wells to finish whatever talk they were having.

"So, the holidays are coming up." Cisco commented.

Spencer nodded, "They are. What about them?"

"Well, I was thinking the three of us could do something. Last year was hard for all of us, but this year's been better. And since both my and Spencer's family are jerks and Cait's don't live in town, we should spend it together."

Caitlin smiled. "I think that's a great idea."

Cisco smiled in pride at his well-received plan. Then he focused his attention on his blonde friend, his smile turning into a smirk. "And since Barry's always around, I thought maybe we could have some mistletoe around the labs and..."

"Cisco, I swear to God," Spencer cut him off with a groan causing him to laugh.

"What? It's just a suggestion."

Before anyone could saying anything else, Barry was standing in front of them. "Hey, guys, I've got to run. There was a homicide." Then he was off.

The three of them sat in silence for another moment before a smirk grew on Spencer's face this time. "So Cisco...what is your signature move?"

~

A few hours later Barry rejoined them in the Cortex, bringing news of electrocuted victim with no idea how he was electrocuted.

"Facial recognition software it's designed for archeologists, and it should help us ID your crispy corpse." Cisco explained, pulling of computer software and a picture of the corpse.

"The question is, how did he get fried in the first place? Is there a metahuman out there that can control electricity?" Barry asked.

"It'd take a serious electrostatic discharge to cause that level of tissue damage." Wells mused.