She remembered the day she met him like it was yesterday.

She had been in the seedy parts of Central City, which were unsurprisingly much less trouble than the ones she had encountered in Starling. She had been trailing a drug-dealer, who was selling a new type of ecstasy to women, but what it did was to drug them and then the man and the rest of his associates would have their way with them. After months of following the man; tracking his back accounts and torturing quite a few of his errand boys she finally had him at his most vulnerable.

She had been in the back entrance; her body pressed against the wall and just as she was about to bust the door open…

"Sorry Blondie, but these ones are mine." She heard a drawl and suddenly the door was covered with a thick coating of ice and a tall man with a parka was kicking it open and walking inside.

No one messed with her hits and now this stranger somehow just walked in and was ready to kill- ice, the man she had had an eye out for months. The woman pulled a stray platinum blonde strand of hair back and entered the restaurant where the whole group was sitting in a table; glasses of expensive wine in hand. Their faces were still with their nonchalant look even as the man aimed his… ice gun? at them.

She took a moment to observe the tall man standing next to her. Well, her one quicklook before really didn't give him justice; a jawline for days, a mischievous smile, lean body that was visible even with the winter article of clothing. Though he was wearing goggles, she would bet her head that his eyes too were something…unique. Just like him.

The men were staring at him too… and they were clearly not looking afraid. She had to admit that the two of them were kind of an unusual sight. The tall man with the parka and the short woman with the wig and the black leather suit.

"Sorry to interrupt dinner boys but this is urgent business." She said finally, voice velvet and calm… but the hint of menace was unmistakable. She took out a knife from the side of her bodice; twirling it with the hand she didn't hold her bo-staff with. "Which one wants to die first?"

"Look blondie, you either come here and join us, or we blow you and Frosty's asses up. Your call sweetcheeks." Said one of them and before the woman had the chance to answer; the man next to her had already activated his gun and the jerk was falling to the floor with yet another coating of ice on his chest.

"Well that certainly isn't a way to talk to a lady." He said with a cold smile before turning his gun towards another one of the members. And then another. "Let's see; now I want to be fair to you on who dies first… Wouldn't want you to think I have favorites. Eenie… Meenie… Miney… Moe!"

The bald man with the white suit fell next to the jerk on the floor and soon she was joining the man's game. These men deserved it. Punishment for what they did to those women.

The room erupted in chaos and time moved slower. Adrenaline was rushing through the two unlikely allies' veins as they took down the leader of the gang and left him limp on the floor. The two of them seemed to work really well together in the fight; each taking out many on their own, but also quite a few together; Sara knocking them down with her staff and Leonard turning them into a beautiful ice sculptures.

She turned to the man with a smirk on her face afterwards; her face bright and practically glowing with the sweat of the fight.

"You proved yourself a great help even though you did steal my hit." She observed; balancing on her heeled boots. The man smirked too and she was sure that underneath these goggles there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Who says you didn't steal mine?" He questioned and took off his parka's furry hood; revealing his graying hair although he wasn't looking a lot more than forty. And she found that quite… appealing.

"I've been trailing his jobs for over three months now and how come I never saw you around?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest; challenge visible in her bright eyes.

"That's because I didn't need to trail him. Jack and I have a history. Well… had history. I actually gave him cash and the asshole never payed me back. Plus, I really didn't approve of his recent activities; can't have men like him running my city's underground." The man explained and Sara scoffed.

"Fine. But next time… stay out of my way, Mr..?" He grinned and cracked his fingers and she just noticed how long and slender they truly well. Fingers fit for a thief perhaps.

"Cold will suffice for now, Mrs..?" She shot up an eyebrow. "Fair is fair."

"Canary." She said and turned towards the door; flashing him a smile before running out and when the man exited the restaurant the Canary was indeed nowhere to be seen.

That same night Sara Lance sat in her couch in her sweats and with a fresh package from the Big Belly Burger down the street and looked in the website of Central City Picture News for any mentions of a parka-clad man with an ice gun.

And somewhere in the other side of the city Leonard Snart was doing the exact same thing; looking for the blonde with the black suit that he couldn't just get out of his head.

The next time she saw the infamous Captain Cold it was in a Police station of all places. Sara had headed over to CCPD to hand over the photographs she took from Iris's birthday party to Barry when suddenly the alarms echoed in the large station and she saw Barry opening his laptop.

And there was Captain.

It was the security footage from Iron Heights and the man was seen entering the penitentiary; freezing every guard in his way until he reached the high-security ward where Mick Rory was held. He might have told something t Rory because he paused for a moment… before freezing the tempered glass of his cell and letting it shatter with a shift kick.

The known pyromaniac was convicted about a week prior when the police found him robbing a liquor store and just as he was about to set the whole place on fire the cops arrived and took him into custody and his numerous open files on theft and mostly arson landed him in the same Iron Height's high-security cell… which his partner had just broken him out of.

Barry was pulling a couple of twenties from his wallet and handing them to Sara, who frowned upon her friend actually paying her for the pictures she took. To him she was just a young woman who moved to Central City and studied photography… But he didn't know a thing about the real Sara.

No one did, really.

At least no one in Central City.

He past was buried in Starling City where Oliver Queen and her family were keeping her secrets safe.

And then… Nanda Parbat seemed a million years ago.

She wasn't Ta-er al-Sahfer anymore… nor was she Sara Lance. She was Sara WIlliams, a student in the photography department of Central City University.

And she was also the Canary.

"Sara, I'm sorry but I have to go. Seems like Captain Cold decided to give us hell again." Barry told her and headed outside; leaving the woman alone with his open laptop.

Good call Barry.

She lost no time as she found Barry's "Captain Cold" file, really doubting how he was working for the CCPD, and pulled the flash-drive that she thankfully had with her so she could give Barry the photos out; and plugged it in the laptop. She copied everything in the folder to the flash-drive and then she walked out of there with the biggest smile on her face; smiling at Joe West and Eddie Thawne that waved her goodbye.

Unaware that the petite blonde with the bag full of films of undeveloped pictures; and a couple of knifes… was walking away with everything she needed to know about Captain Cold.

Or should she say… Leonard Snart?