Heat Wave was sprawled out on the couch of the Rouge's apartment channel surfing. Everything that was on was some sort of Christmas/Hallmark movie, and it was driving Mick crazy. He finally found a near beginning showing of The Terminator and leaned back a bit more to relax. However, within two minutes of watching the film, commercials started rolling. He let out a loud groan. They all showed happy families dressed in thick Eskimo jackets, smiling as they gave each other different gifts depending on what store the commercial was sponsoring. Mick had to resist the urge to throw the remote at the screen.

He hated Christmas, everyone was so giddy and cheerful, and it had nothing to do with psychological and physical violence. Also it was FREEZING! The cold was more Len's thing… of course Len aka Captain Cold was still in prison for shooting that pile of trash that was supposed to be his and Lisa's father. Dang it, just when he had Len had started to get along, become real partners, real friends, Len had got put back in prison. Now he was stuck here bored out of his mind, waiting for Lisa to get back with some drinks so he could get drunk.

Speak of the devil, he heard a key being put into the front door and the jingle of the doorknob being turned. Lisa Snart walked in confidently, holding multiple bags stuffed full of groceries.

"Hey Lis, bring me back a six pack?" he asked.

Lisa walked into the kitchen and heaved the bags onto the table. She rolled her eyes. "Seriously Mickey, you're still watching TV? Get off your butt and come help unload."

Reluctantly Mick rolled off the couch and began to rummage through the bags. "Hey," he complained. "There's no alcohol. Just a bunch of stupid food."

Lisa tapped her foot as she put a carton of milk in the fridge. She said, "Look Mick, I'm sad that Len's in jail too this holiday, but you need to stop moping around. You are not getting drunk again tonight."

Mick growled at her. "I can get drunk whenever I want. You're no boss of me." He was about to add that he didn't miss Leonard, but he knew that both of them knew it was a lie. "I'm going to the bar." He huffed away and grabbed his wallet and motorcycle keys.

Suddenly, to Mick's surprise, Lisa stepped in front of him, blocking his path to the door. "Please. I'm sorry I didn't get your stupid alcohol. I can run back to the corner store and grab some. Just… please don't go." She sniffled and held back tears from her eyes. "I just don't think I can take another night of being alone."

Mick may be a psychopathic criminal, but he did have a heart, though it smaller it than most. He shook his head. "Fine, fine. I'll stay, but you're cooking. And no complaining if I take a smoke, I have a feeling I'm gonna need a whole pack tonight."

Lisa got to work on making dinner while Mick jumped back on the couch. He and Lisa remained silent as Mick watched his movie and fiddled with a lighter and his cigarette. He didn't know how he got himself into this situation. This emotional situation, having to watch his only friend's little sister, because she was too scared to stay home alone while her brother was in jail for killing their abusive father. Why did Leonard have to be so stupid and let himself get caught? Why didn't he try to fight the Flash? Didn't he know that Lisa would need him now more than ever?

Mick forced himself to stop thinking and watch the movie. It actually worked, it was one of his favorite movies. He laughed as one of the robots got blown up. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lisa set the table. He counted one, two plates. He saw Lisa pause, a third one still in her hand.

"Don't care!" Mick scolded himself. "She needs to learn to fend for herself. She has nothing to do with you! Just watch the stupid film."

Mick saw her eyes tear. He saw a drop of clear water fall from her eyes. He heard a muffled sob. Suddenly Mick exploded.

"That's it!" He screamed. "I can't take all this sadness and emotion anymore. We're breaking him out!"

Lisa wiped her eyes, still clutching the plate. "Mick, we can't. We'll get caught." She took a deep breath. "You know they moved Len to the metahuman section. They have ten times the security in that sector."

Mick threw his pack of cigarettes. It flew across the room and hit the wall, scattering its contents across the floor. "There has to be something we can do!" He slumped angrily in his chair.

Lisa placed the remaining plate on the counter. She grabbed the food from the stove and slumped in the chair next to Mick's, ignoring the cigarette mess. "Maybe," she said, "we can get him a present."

Mick let out a short laugh. He dug into the spaghetti and wolfed it down. "A Christmas present for the King of Cold. Why not." He laughed again, because laughing like a maniac was better than crying at this point.

"How are we going to do it? Anything we give him won't pass security. They'll assume it's a bomb." To Lisa talking was better than crying. Just talk.

Mick thought of an idea. "What if we pulled off a heist one that we'd be sure Len would hear of?" Again he gave Lisa a nasty smile and a maniacal chuckle. "Let's capture the Flash."

Lisa almost agreed, but thought better of it. "Lenny wouldn't want that. The Flash, he was the one that helped me. He and Cisco got the bomb out…" she froze. She couldn't breathe. Mick eyes went wide eyed. Before she could start to cry again he squeezed her hand. He quickly let go, and looked away. He hated being the soft one, but he realized that she was family to him. He could be soft for one day.

"Lisa, it's OK. I'm, I'm here for you. Lenny is alright. You're alright. No one's every going to hurt you again with me and your big brother to watch over you."

Lisa nodded. "Thanks Mick."

Mick continued. "What if," he suggested, "we do something to remind him that we're thinking of him. That we miss him. That we care." Mick had no idea where this was coming from. Whatever, it's Christmas. "Let's set off giant fireworks on Christmas Eve! We can even make them gold." Just the thought of giant explosions made Mick excited. "Not only will they be Snart's Christmas gift, we'll make them so big they'll be a diversion. We'll set them up on the other side of jail, so the cops will rush to that end. Then we can swoop in, grab Snart, set a fire, get out."

Again Lisa smiled but scolded Mick. "I appreciate the thought, I really do. But do you really think we can pull it off by ourselves?"

"Heck yah I do." He gobbled down the last of the spaghetti. "Let's get planning. We're getting Leonard out of that Hell Hole if the last thing I do."

Lisa finally agreed. She said, raising her glass, "For Lenny, the best big brother a girl could have."

Mick repeated, "For Len. The best darn business partner I've ever had."

They both took a drink of their water, and Mick instantly spit it out.

"UGGGH! Water, forgot it wasn't beer."

Golden Glider got up and punched Heat Wave lightly in the shoulder. "Fine, I'll go pick up a 6 pack. We can wait until tomorrow to start planning the rescue."

Again, Mick Rory's famous grin and laugh. "Now we're talking."