His alarm rang. He hit snooze, ten minutes later he hit it again and again ten minutes after that. Barry would have hit it a fourth time but then there'd be no chance he'd be at work on time. The usual routine followed and by the time he was dashing out of the door he barely had time to kiss Iris goodbye as well as stuff a slice of toast down his throat.
He checked his watch. Two minutes to nine. That meant two minutes to travel the 23 miles between his apartment and the MPD building. Something that was no problem and yet there always seemed to be someone to rescue, a villain to stop or some other thing that meant Barry arrived late to work. Even on the days he tried to leave the apartment early? He arrived late.
It would just mean working a little extra at the end of his shift which was no problem, it wasn't like he had a long journey home.
The day went as it always did, with Barry scratching his head on how to get to the bottom of what certain evidence was trying to tell him. That was until his ears pricked up at the sound of a Traffic Cop accusing a kid of trespass. Must have been a heck of a brave kid to break into a Police Station so Barry opened the door to the lab, curious as to all the commotion. It was then he saw the kid, or rather the trail the boy was leaving behind until The Flash's eyes caught up with the young Speedster.