Barry woke up to find Len's side of the bed empty. It had been happening a lot lately, they would go to bed together, seemingly happy, then Barry would wake up and Len would always be in the same place, in the living room, looking out the window. At first, Barry went to him, tried to get him to talk about whatever it was, but he soon realized that Len would tell him only when he was ready, and Barry had to be patient. So it became a ritual. Barry would wake up, find an empty bed, get up and go make some coffee for Len, tea for himself, and he would sit with Len looking out the window, knowing he wasn't seeing what Len was, but just trying to be with him nonetheless.
Barry got up and slipped on a pair of his favourite sweatpants. Then he padded barefoot and shirtless to the kitchen to get the coffee going. He glanced over to where Len was sitting on the couch, now facing away from the tv and towards the window. Barry didn't speak, he knew Len wouldn't answer. Once the coffee and tea was done, Barry picked up both steaming mugs and started to make his way over to the couch. He only got half a step before a chill went down his spine, and he froze, listening. He could feel someone in the apartment, watching him. His first thought was to call out to Len, but knowing his mind was somewhere else, he quickly dismissed that. But maybe Barry could get to him and pull him from his mind by touch. So Barry kept going, quickly, but hopefully not fast enough to tip off that he knew something was wrong.
He carefully set the mugs on the coffee table, and leaned back. He put his hand on Lens thigh and squeezed slightly. Nothing. He squeezed a bit harder and still nothing. Barry chanced a glance at Len's face and froze again. Len's mouth was taped shut, his eyes closed and a trickle of already dried blood ran down the side of his face. Barry looked down the length of his arms and found his wrists tightly bound with rope. Barry swallowed thickly and tried to come up with a plan. He didn't want to use his speed, but at the same time, he hadn't sensed that anything was wrong until it was too late. So the intruder may already know what he's capable of. Then again, why wait until he was already up and alert to make his presence known? And why leave Len like this instead of securing him better. Maybe this intruder wasn't as smart as he thought he was?
Barry heard the floorboards creak behind him and knew that his time was up. So with no conceivable plan, he stood up and prepared to fight whoever it was without his abilities, at first. When he thought he wasn't prepared before, he was wrong. Now, he really wasn't prepared. Before him stood six huge, black clad men, all wielding assault rifles, fitted with silencers, and all were aimed at Lens prone form. One broke off from the group, and slowly walked towards him. Barry stood his ground, but only because he was so shocked that he couldn't move. The man stopped a few feet away and held out something in his hand, indicating for Barry to take it. Barry looked down and saw that it was a metal bracelet, thick, but lightweight and smooth. Barry looked at the bracelet, then back up at the man.
"Put it on, or my men will kill Snart.", he said. Barry couldn't place the accent, but the fact that he knew exactly whose home they were in scared Barry like nothing else. He had known going into this relationship that Len had enemies, just as Len knew that Barry did as well. Both accepted this as it was, and moved on. But not once did it cross Barry's mind that something like this would happen.
Stupid, Barry. Very stupid. He thought. Barry again looked down at the bracelet then up at the man, torn. Then he looked at Len, and his decision was made. He could catch six bullets, easy, he had before. But if those rifles were automatic, and he couldn't be sure if they were or not, he wouldn't stand a chance. And neither would Len. he couldn't risk that. So barry slipped on the bracelet. A moment passed by, then another, and nothing happend. He was about to ask the man what now, but then the bracelet tightened around his wrist, almost cutting off circulation but not quite. Then all the energy barry had seemed to be sucked away, and barry fell to his knees. He could feel the Speed Force leaving him, making him weaker by the second. His last thought before his head hit the floor and his world went dark was: Oh God, they know….Len….