The cold autumn wind was crisp in the air, as leaves skidded across the ground. They were pulled out like a quilted blanket covering the pavement before winter rolled in to litter the area under feet of snow. Central City seemed more peaceful this time of year, the sun isn't glaring down violently, and the snow had yet to barricade people from the roads. But despite the beauty, not everything was as peaceful as it seemed. Hidden deep within the industrial side of the city, things were far from serene.

"Where is it Snart?" The man's voice snapped, agitation was clear throughout his figure. He was tall, dressed like a businessman, his figure loomed over the chair Leonard was bound to. They had finally sent in the big guns after hours of interrogation.

"Where is what?" Leonard replied, squinting up at him. Blood was trickling down from a gash in his head, making it harder to keep his eyes open. He was pretty certain that they had cracked a few of his ribs, even broken his nose. But somehow he managed to sit in the chair with his normal smug look on his face.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." The man replied crossing his arms, he was tense, on edge. "You stole it from my house two weeks ago, I want it back."

"You're going to have to be a bit more specific." Len told him, blinking a few times to clear the blood from his eyes to get a good look at who was in front of him. He recognized him, Geoffrey Fielder a popular businessman in Central, he knew about his ties to the mob but had risked it anyway. If it wasn't for Mick's temper messing things up they would have gotten out of there scot-free. "I steal a lot of things." Len knew very well what the man was talking about, but he was never one to give in easily.

This earned him a hard right hook straight to the jaw. The force behind the punch was enough for him to be thrown back in the chair, slamming against the floor. Not two seconds later a couple thugs were pulling him back up, making sure his blinds were still holding him tight.

"Don't play games Snart, you know exactly what I'm talking about." Geoffrey stated, rubbing his knuckles. "Where's my ruby?" He questioned, his voice dark laced with malice.

Two weeks earlier Leonard had lead the rogues on a small heist, something to just pass the time and get their energy out. He had scouted the place for weeks, learning every entrance and exit down to memory. He even had a guy on the inside tell him the security measures. Inside the safe there was a ruby with that was valued at over four million dollars. He knew that the Fielder line had stolen is generations back, so he couldn't report something that was already not his. But things had gone south when the security detail had fired a couple rounds into Mick, who then went to burn half the building down. Now this normally would have been a small inconvenience, but in doing so he ended up getting himself stuck. This had caused Leonard to have to go back for him, and freeze a path out. Now there was only one person in town who could manage to do this, so it didn't take a genius to put two and two together on who had been the one in charge that night.

"Oh was that yours?" He questioned, a devilish gleam in his eyes. "I sold it." He stated simply. This caused the man to throw a hard punch straight into Leonard's mouth, and he let out a low growl in pain. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth and he spat out a tooth straight at Geoffrey. "Six days ago, the ruby is long gone." He replied, giving a blood stained smirk.

"You bastard." Geoffrey snapped, slamming his foot into Leonard's chest causing him to skid back a few feet in the chair. Before he could tip over one of the thugs caught the chair holding it in place to allow a few more blows to be thrown.

"You know this is a little too kinky even more me." He replied breathlessly, despite the depth of the situation his snark couldn't be tamed. "I'm not one for a five on one." He told him, noting the amount of people around him.

The smile that crept onto Geoffrey's lips could have given even the bravest of men nightmares. He was angry, it was obvious but his anger was twisting into something much darker. This businessman who was often referred to as the 'white knight' of Central City had something planned. After a moment he motioned for the thugs in the room to come closer, whispering to one of them.

"Get them to bring the truck out back and unload the chamber." He told him before sending off one of the men. "You know Snart..or should I be calling you Cold now? I hear that's what they've have been calling you on the streets." His voice was almost sickly sweet, like he was talking to a child. "I've always admired your ability to fuck up people's shit. But I just don't think this city needs someone like you anymore."

"You're breaking my heart here." Leonard replied dryly. But he stiffened up, something was not right here.

"Which is why I'm going to have to put you on ice." He replied simply. "Literally. I figured that I should make your name really count." The words sunk in and Leonard fought against the binds for a moment. "Oh no, need to struggle. You should get comfortable, here let my men help."

He motioned to the three remaining thugs, who walked forward as if they knew this was going to happen from the beginning. They started to loosen the ropes on his hands and feet, and Leonard immediately struck out slamming a fist straight into the thug on his right. It sent a sharp pain through him as he moved his torso. But soon the men had him in their grips. He felt his parka being torn from him, and tossed aside. Len was glad when the grabbed him that he didn't have the cold gun on him, the idea of that falling into the mob's hands wouldn't be pretty.

"You know Fielder if you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask." He told him, gritting his teeth. It was getting harder to keep a level head. He heard the familiar beeping of a large truck backing up and one of the old warehouse loading dock doors opened. Inside a group of men started to heave a giant box out.

They loaded it into the middle of the room before one of them took the power cord and plugged it in. It was shaped like an oversized refrigerator, big enough that two or three people Len's size could fit in it. But he had the strange feeling that tonight he'd be the only one inside of it.

"This here is a new state of the art butcher's freezer." Geoffrey explained, hitting a button on it and a few lights turned on. "We just funded the manufacture of these all across the city, in thanks the creator send me one for my own personal use. I was planning on using it to store my meat in, but I think this is a much better way to get it out of my hands."

There was a low humming coming from the machine as it powered up, they hadn't stood it up right. Which Len assumed was so he couldn't topple it over while he was in it and possibly break it. One of the men opened the door to it, and it reminded him oddly of a coffin from this angle.

"Well looks like it's time to get this party started." Geoffrey stated. There was no way he was just going to waltz into there, not without a fight.

He threw his weight to his right hard, snapping out of the grip of the two men who had him. He, swung his fist coming into contact with the man's nose before turning heading towards the exit. But he was surrounded. He didn't go down easy, getting beaten pretty badly till he was docile enough to drag into the machine. His back pressed against the cool bottom, and he tried to struggle forward but the door was slammed shut and locked in his face.

Len tried to clear his mind, he'd think away out of it this, he always did. Slamming his foot against the roof he tried to put enough force behind it to crack it. But this machine was industrial made for years of service, and it didn't even budge. The cold was starting to creep up on him, his breath turning to fog in front of his eyes.

This was it, this is how he would go. Because he protected one of his teammates he'd now be paying the price for it.

"For fucks sake."

"Whoa Lisa slow down." Barry, stated trying to both sooth the woman and understand what was happening. Ever since they'd helped out with Lewis Snart Lisa had been on good terms with them, and even on a couple of instances he'd over heard that Cisco had taken her out on a date. But that still didn't change the fact that a known criminal was standing in the middle of Star Labs, once again asking for their help. "What's going on."

"They took Lenny." She told him her face was straight, but brows furrowed in anger. "I went to the safe house to check on him and the place had been torn apart, it looked like there was a fight and the place was ransacked." She explained. "They didn't find what they were looking for so they took him instead."

Barry nodded trying to take in this information. It sounded like they had stolen something from someone powerful. But if he was going to help he needed to know more.

"Who took him?" He questioned. He heard Cisco moving to the computer ready to type in the names of whomever she gave them. "What did they want."

"Fielders." She told him. "Geoffrey Fielders. We stole something from him a few weeks ago, and Mick got a little out of hand."

"Geoffrey Fielders? You mean the man whose face is on all those billboards? Isn't he supposed to be some sort of philanthropist?" Barry questioned. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Fielders only got to his position in the city because of his ties with the mob. We've been studying him for weeks, he's some kind of illegal weapons smuggler." She explained. "He has Len, and he's going to kill him."

"She's right Barry." Cisco agreed, everyone's gaze moving to him. "It looks like he's had a few scandals over the years covered up. Stealing from his company, assault, even an attempt at murder." He read off the screen. "He's paid a lot to keep this under raps and out of the papers. We have to help them." Cisco was less saying this because he cared about Leonard, in fact he hated him. But Lisa on the other hand he had a soft spot for and would go out of his way to impress her.

Barry glanced at him, before back at Lisa. It seemed he was saving Snart's ass a lot these days. After a moment he nodded in agreement, even if Snart was a criminal he wasn't about to let someone get killed when he could have stopped it.

"Alright do you know where they might take him?" Barry questioned, but Lisa just shook her head. "Cisco can you go through the last few hours of surveillance footage of the city, put Fielders face in and look for him in the facial recognition system." Before he was finished the request Cisco was already on it, waiting for a hit. But this part could take time, they had to go through all the camera's in the entire city.

"Are we sure this is a good idea? Barry you don't know what you're running into." Caitlin had been quiet for most of the conversation, she wasn't as quick to jump to the aid of a criminal as the rest of them. Of course she would help, but she thought things out more than both Barry and Cisco did.

"If you're insinuating this is a trap it isn't." Lisa told her, an irritated tone in her voice. "I owe you guys my life, so does Lenny though he won't admit it. Plus we're not killers." he room was silent for a moment and Caitlin just nodded.

"I'll get a bed ready just in case we need it." Catin replied, and he turned to walk back into the section of the lab that was considered to be the medical bay. Barry could see the dread on Lisa's face at the idea of her brother needing medical assistance, but it would be better than him needing a coffin.

There was a small 'ding' and Cisco shot up in his seat eyes wide. Before he could announce that he had gotten a hit, Barry had zipped to his side, Lisa following behind him.

"The camera picked him up in Lawrence Hills at nine." Cisco exclaimed.

"Lawrence Hills? That's the industrial side of town." Barry commented.

"Yeah looks like he went down to one of the warehouses his company owns." Cisco zoomed in on the street number. "Four seventy five, Prince Street."

Just like that Barry was in his suit and on his way towards what he was hoping would be a living breathing Leonard Snart.

Barry arrived at the building less than thirty seconds later. He did a lap around the area, scanning to make sure that there wouldn't be any sneak attacks happening tonight. Once he made sure the outside was clear he raced inside. The place was dark, only lit by the dim emergency lights that went on when all the others were shut off for the night. The place was empty, not a soul in sight.

"Hey have you found anything yet?" Cisco's voice questioned in his ear through the comm link.

"Not yet, I'm about to enter the back." He replied in a hushed voice.

He ran into the back which would have once been considered a 'loading' area and was met with the first sign of activity. There was blood on the floor, most of it pooled in one area, and he noted the chair and sliced ropes not to far away. Someone had been tied there and presumably torchered some how. There wasn't enough blood on the floor to signify that someone had died here, just been injured.

If Snart had escaped from here there would have probably been a lot more blood and a few knocked out bodies. But instead it was quiet, except for a low humming coming from a shiny silver box in the middle of the room. Barry felt his stomach drop as he approached it, looking at his morphed reflection in the exterior. His fingers worked on the latches, prying the lid open with a heave. He was met a blast of icy air to the face followed by the sight of Snart, laying scarily still his eyes closed. His skin was a ghostly grey, lips blue, and there was frozen blood on his body.

"Cisco, I found him it...it doesn't look good." He spoke through the com, that was when he noticed the rise and fall of the man's chest. It was faint, but it was there. "Get Caitlin ready, blankets lots of blankets. I'll be there in forty seconds."

Barry reached into the freezer, his arms wrapping around Snarts waist to lift him out. His skin was cool to the touch even through the suit, but he didn't have time to worry about that as he slung him over his shoulder. Sure he may not look like the strongest man, but the lightning that gave him his speed also increased his strength.

Once Snart was settled over his shoulder he was running, the cold made it a bit hard to keep up his normal pace but he didn't let it slow him down. Within forty seconds he was back at Star Labs, setting Snart down into the hospital bed.

"Lenny." Lisa ran to his side a look of panic strewn across her face at the sight of her seemingly frozen brother. "What happened to him?! Is he alive?!" There was a fear in her voice that, Barry had never heard before. Leonard had been the one to really raise Lisa, he was the only family she had left, and now it looked like he was gone.

"Lisa you need to get out of here." Caitlin called out, already at the side of the bed. "Cisco get her out of here." She snapped, moving to check Snarts pulse as Cisco pulled the woman from the room. "Barry I need you to run a bath, not to hot just room temperature we need to warm him gradually."

Barry nodded and moved to leave, catching the last few words from her mouth.

"You're frozen solid. How are you alive?" She whispered in shock at the medical case before her.