A/N: Well. I have to admit none of this is going in any direction close to the events of "Family of Rogues," but I think you'll all enjoy it anyway. I'm rather pleased with the response this has garnered so I'm definitely going to both continue it and finish it. That, and I basically have the whole plot. It's just a matter of getting it all down now. Besides that though, thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, favorited, and/or followed! You're all fantastic!

-BG

PS Seriously, though, "Family of Rogues" was a superb episode and Wentworth Miller's acting was absolutely amazing (and also was my favorite part of the episode apart from criminal(?) Barry).


Lisa knew the minute Len didn't pick up his phone that something was wrong. He never ignored her calls and he particularly wouldn't be ignoring her calls with the news that Lewis had escaped. She'd been casing a job when she'd seen the broadcast, her blood chilling in her veins at the sight of the man's photo plastered all over the TV screens. She'd immediately phoned Len, his phone going straight to voicemail. She'd tried a few more times, each call continuing to going straight to voicemail. Then she'd tried Saints and Sinners where Mike had told her that Len had run out hours ago when the alert about their father had hit the news. He hadn't seen Len since.

Lisa knelt next to the small spatter of blood across the parking lot, right near where Len would have normally parked. It wasn't a good sign. If Lewis had Len, there was no telling what the sadist might do to her brother. Lisa let out a heavy sigh, returning to her car and driving away, watching constantly for any sign of being tailed. She was going to need help and with Mick in Coast City on some job with Sam Scudder, there was only one place to go.


Barry was working on the treadmill when the lab alarm sounded and he quickly suited up, ready to meet the intruder head on at the entrance. Nothing prepared him for the sight of Lisa Snart standing in the doorway, looking all too vulnerable. "…Lisa? What are you doing here?"

"Look, I need your help," Lisa said quietly, "Something's happened to Len and I'm worried it might be…"

"Your father?" Lisa flinched and Barry backtracked. "Sorry. I heard about it earlier. I figured with all the news coverage that you guys would have gone into hiding before I could even warn you."

"We…we tried. Len was at Saints and Sinners when he saw the news apparently and I was out…on a job. All I know is that he stepped out of the bar and vanished off the face of the earth," said Lisa, "His car is missing and there was some blood on the ground by his usual spot. I think…I think Lewis took him. I could go look for him on my own, but it wouldn't be the smart thing to do."

Barry realize now that Lisa was shaking and he reached out to her to put a reassuring hand on her arm only for her to flinch back. Shit. He remembered that Lewis Snart had been an alcohol and beat on his kids, but… What the Hell had Lewis Snart done to them to make them this scared? "…is Mick Rory in town?"

Lisa shook her head. "I called him, but he's too far away to help right now before…before something could happen to Len."

Barry nodded. "Do you have a place to stay? Somewhere safe?" Lisa started to nod. "Somewhere your brother doesn't know about?" Lisa stopped nodding and looked down. Obviously not. "…come in. Let's see what we can do to find your brother."


Cisco and Caitlin were talking with Joe when Barry suddenly appeared in the doorway, setting down Lisa Snart who looked more than a little dizzy. "Dude! What the Hell?! Why's she-?"

"Cisco." Barry's voice was terse. "Not now. Her brother is missing and she-we-think Lewis Snart might have had something to do with it.

While Cisco's focus was on Barry, he didn't miss Lisa flinch at the mention of her father's name. Shit. This wasn't some game. This was for real.

Joe was almost instantly in business mode, gesturing for Lisa to take a seat, which the villainess did. "Tell me what you know."

"After I saw the news, I tried to call Len, find out where he planned for us to go while…while Lewis was loose. It went straight to voicemail so I kept trying, but still nothing. I finally called Saints and Sinners to see if Len was still there, but he'd left hours ago as soon as the news report came on. When I went to the bar, his car was gone and there was blood near where he usually parked it." Lisa took a deep breath, her eyes tearing up. "I…I didn't know who else could help me."

Cisco glanced at Joe then at Caitlin. He already knew what Barry had decided and Joe was already in cop mode so he definitely was in. Caitlin on the other hand…well, they'd have to talk things out. "We'll help you. But give us one reason we should trust you." Lisa looked ready to argue. "You guys betrayed us last time, ok? I sincerely hope you're being honest with us right now, but you have to admit, you guys don't have the best track record with us."

Lisa nodded, slowly reaching in her pocket and tossing Cisco a set of car keys. "The Gold Gun is in the trunk. It's yours until we get Len back."

Cisco glanced at Joe who gave Cisco a slow nod of approval. Caitlin was frowning, glaring coldly at Lisa. "Caitlin?"

"I don't trust her," said Caitlin flatly, "How do we know that this isn't some ruse for the Rogues to attack us?"

"We don't," replied Barry, "But if Lewis Snart did kidnap Cold, we need to find them and keep Lisa safe. I'll check out the scene at the bar. If it checks out, we'll figure out exactly what we're going to do to help."

Caitlin pursed her lips, but didn't look so hesitant anymore. ". . .fine. But if she or the other Rogues try anything, I reserve the right to shoot her with her own gun."

Lisa shrugged, not appearing threatened at all by this. "If that makes you feel any better…"

"Right," said Barry, "I'm going to check out the crime scene. Keep an eye on her while I'm gone and…" Barry sighed. "Somebody tell the rest of the team that we're going to have a guest for a little while?"

Cisco nodded. "I've got this."

"Cool." Barry was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving an awkward silence behind in his wake.

Cisco bit his lip, looking between Joe and Caitlin and the deflated figure of Lisa Snart. "…can I get anyone anything to drink? Coffee, tea, hot chocolate?"

"No thank you," said Caitlin flatly, her eyes never leaving Lisa.

"I'm good," said Joe, "But thank you."

"…I'll take a hot chocolate, if you don't mind," said Lisa quietly.

Cisco nodded, heading for the break room. "One hot chocolate coming up." Once he was out of the room, Cisco let out a huge sigh, bracing himself against the wall. Honestly, there was way too much tension back there. Once he had calmed down a bit more, he made his way to the break room and, after a moment's consideration, filled the teakettle and put it on the stove. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Caitlin needed a tea to chill out about this.

Cisco was pulling out a couple of mugs from the cabinet when a footstep behind startled him and he dropped the mugs. Seconds later, they were safely in the hands of Jay Garrick who now stood before him.

"You're lucky my reflexes have always been fast," said the second speedster, handing Cisco the mugs, "You're a bit jumpy today. Is something going on?"

"You could say that," said Cisco, setting the mugs down on the counter as he took a deep calming breath.

"Does it have anything to do with the woman I saw in the Cortex?" Cisco flinched ever so slightly. "I saw Barry bring her in. Who is she?"

That is Lisa Snart," said Cisco with a sigh. "She's Leonard Snart's sister." Jay gave him a confused look. "He's Captain Cold. She's Golden Glider."

Jay nodded, finally understanding him. "I see. What's she doing here then?"

"Their dad broke out of prison today and apparently Cold is missing," said Cisco, "Barry's looking onto it right now, but Lisa thinks that her dad had something to do with his disappearance."

"He couldn't have just decided to skip town?" commented Jay.

Cisco let out a snort. "I doubt it. He and his sister are thick as, well, thieves. And I don't think he'd leave her hanging like this. From what Joe's told us before, their dad was a corrupt and abusive cop and from what I can tell, I think Cold took most of the abuse for his sister. He's cold, but he's not that cold."

Jay nodded again. "Do they know Barry's identity?"

"Only Snart. His sister isn't in the loop yet as far as I know. We might end up changing that now if she's going to be hunkering down here with us until we find her brother."

The kettle began to whistle and Cisco immediately took it off the stove. He ducked his head into the fridge, pulling out the milk and pouring it into one of the mugs before tossing it into the microwave. By the time he had turned back, Jay was still standing in the same spot, obviously brooding over the new information. "…are you still thinking about sticking around here? I mean, between working on the Speed Cannon and all, I'm sure we could use your help finding Cold."

"I'm considering it," commented Jay, "I might have to leave tomorrow for a little while. Iris mentioned that she might have found me a part-time job until I return to my world. She set an interview up for me at 2."

"That's fine," said Cisco, "Where at?"

"Picture News. Apparently, they've been looking for a new photographer," said Jay.

"Sweet. You should make a portfolio," commented Cisco, "We can print out some of the photos you've taken. Just…maybe not all the stalker-like ones you did of Barry."

Jay actually managed a smile at this and Cisco felt a little better about the man. For his seemingly rigid exterior and his initial creepiness, Jay wasn't too bad of a guy. Bit of a prick sometimes, but not in a way that seemed intentional. Besides, the speedster had his reasons and he was just as good at giving the metahumans they encountered their codenames. Cisco could appreciate that.

"We could always hire you here too," said Cisco, "I mean, you are a scientist and Barry, Caitlin and I run STAR Labs now."

Jay nodded. "I'll think about it. But something tells me that I might want to get out more if I'm going to be stuck on your Earth for a while. Working here, locking myself away from the world, might hamper that."

The ding of the microwave interrupted any further conversation and Cisco pulled out the steaming hot mug, quickly stirring in a packet of hot chocolate before pouring water from the kettle into the other mug and putting in one of Caitlin's favorite bags of tea. Hopefully, the tension in the lab would have diffused by the time he returned to the Cortex, but he wasn't going to keep his hopes up.

Cisco turned to Jay again. "So…you think you're going to introduce yourself to Lisa or are you going to go full costume and cape, which I still say you need a mask?"

Jay shrugged, but his smirk remained. "No costume. I don't have my powers anyway. Besides that though, I think you guys are going to need all the help you can get with this one and I'm better off helping upstairs than sulking downstairs with the speed cannon."

Cisco nodded in agreement and he grabbed up the mugs, remembering to grab a saucer for Caitlin's mug just before he left. "Coming?"

"Of course."

Jay followed Cisco out the door and back to the Cortex. The tension was still thick in the air when the duo entered, but disappeared briefly as Cisco gave Caitlin and Lisa their respective mugs. Lisa glanced at Jay, not so subtly looking the speedster over, curiosity obvious in her eyes.

Jay quickly took the opportunity hold out his hand to Lisa. "Jay Garrick."

Lisa shook the man's hand cautiously. "…Lisa Snart. I haven't seen you before."

"I guess you could say I'm the new guy," commented Jay, earning a snicker from Cisco.

Lisa shot a look at Cisco and then looked back at Jay. "…you're not a cop. You're not a scientist either."

"Well, not here anyway," said Jay. He paused, holding up a finger when Lisa started to reply. He seemed to be listening to something. "Hold that thought."

Barry came speeding in a moment later, a bunch of evidence bags in hand. "Right. Lisa's not lying and I need to go take this to process at the lab. For now, we need to find her a safe place to hide out."

"I suggest we make room here," said Jay, "Considering Lewis Snart isn't a metahuman, as far as we know, I doubt he can get into here without all your security. Besides, I'm sure if he did, we'd find a way to hunker down safely until you could get here, Flash."

Lisa merely nodded, slowly turning to Barry. "I don't understand one thing. Why do you have to go to another lab?"

Barry sighed and turned to Joe who gave him a non-comital shrug. He was obviously displeased with the situation, but not about to stop Barry. In a flash of golden lightning, Barry was suddenly in his civilian clothes, leaving Lisa to stare at him.

"You're the guy from the bar," said Lisa.

"Guilty as charged," said Barry.

"Len never told me I swiped Cisco out from under you…" Cisco felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Despite the current situation, Lisa looked a little pleased knowing she'd pulled the wool over the Flash's eyes.

"He still doesn't know," said Barry, looking less and less comfortable with the conversation.

"Well, he'll be amused when we get him back," said Jay, interrupting the already awkward conversation. "Barry, go run your tests. We'll handle things here."

Barry nodded and gave Lisa an apologetic look before flashing off. The tension was starting to return when Jay stepped in again as the voice of reason.

"How about we start trying to track down Lewis?" said Jay, "I'm sure we can find some way to trace his movements."

"Yeah," said Cisco, stepping over to the computers, "We can do that. If anything we can trace the Cold Gun." Lisa looked at Cisco incredulously. "What? I may not have had the chance to attach a tracker the last time I built the gun, but I do know how to trace its cold signature."

"…and if you can't find Lewis or the Cold Gun?" asked Lisa quietly.

"Then we try something else," said Jay firmly, glancing at the rest of the team. Surprisingly, even Joe and Caitlin were nodding in agreement.

"We need to come up with a plan in the case that Lewis comes after you now too," said Joe. He pulled out his phone. "Cisco, figure out where Lisa can stay in here for now and where she can go if Lewis makes his way here." He turned to Lisa. "I'm going to set up an APB on your brother, Lisa. Are you ok if I officially report him missing?"

Lisa nodded, looking slightly more relieved than when she had first come in with Barry. "If you think that will help find him… Thank you."

Joe merely nodded, giving the other three members of Team Flash a look. "Keep an eye on her. If anyone finds out anything…"

"We'll let you know," said Cisco, waving to Joe as the detective left. He was already inputting the data into Felicity's facial recognition software, inserting all the data that was in Lewis Snart's prison records and arrest report. To be honest, looking through the files, he understood why Lisa was so worried. The Elder Snart was a worse person than Captain Cold and his sister combined thirty thousand times over. If this was their father, the Snart Siblings hadn't turned out half as bad as they could have. "Right. If Lewis or Snart pop up, we've got them."

"Good," said Jay, "What should we do about where Lisa is going to stay?"

"Well, we still have the cells in the particle accelerator furnished." Cisco turned, surprised to see it was Caitlin who had spoken. Jay had also turned, giving Caitlin a similar look. "What?"

"You're not suggesting we put Lisa in one of the cells?" said Cisco incredulously.

Caitlin's expression quickly changed to one of surprise and embarrassment. "Oh. No. I was thinking we could at least remove the furnishings for her to use and clear out a space in one of the empty labs. Turn it into a bedroom of some sort."

Cisco could practically see the relief wash over Lisa who had remained tense during the whole conversation. Thank God. He'd thought Caitlin was seriously thinking of putting Lisa in a cell!

"I'll start taking a few cells apart. It'll give me a break from the speed cannon," said Jay, "You two just let me know where to put the stuff."

"Sounds good," said Cisco. He caught Lisa's eye, giving her a reassuring smile, which she returned weakly. They'd do their best to keep her safe and if they could, they'd find her brother and stop the evil that was Lewis Snart.


Len came to slowly, his head pounding. He grimaced, feeling something crusty on his forehead and around his mouth. Licking his lips, the copper taste immediately told him it was blood. Gradually becoming more and more aware of his surroundings, Len realized that he was bound hand and foot to a chair, another set of restraints binding his upper torso to the chair back.

Len forced his eyes open, finding only pure darkness all around him. He turned his head, feeling something cloth on his face. A blindfold maybe? Whatever it was, it was blocking out all the light, leaving Len guessing as to where he was.

"Nice to see you're awake, son. We've got a lot to discuss."

Len turned sharply toward his father's voice, trying to suppress the chill that when up his spine. He only called him son when he wanted something from him. "…Lewis-"

A hand smacked Len in the face, making his world spin despite the darkness. "What did I tell you, Leo? Don't speak unless I tell you to."

Len clenched his jaw, feeling fresh blood in his mouth. He swallowed, but held his tongue. Just like old times…

"Better. And it's Dad, not Lewis in case you forgot, son. I certainly haven't."

Blindfold over Len's eyes was suddenly tugged off and Len flinched at the bright light that hit his eyes, blinding him momentarily. He blinked rapidly, clearing his vision until the world came back into focus. He was in some sort of warehouse, abandoned by the looks of it, but it seemed to be in fair condition despite its deserted status. Several metal tables lined the walls with the occasional couple tossed about the place. Metal chairs were dotted throughout the room, one of which Len was certain he now sat on. His father stood directly in front of him, looking incredibly smug. Yep. Somethings never changed.

"Took you longer than I expected to come around there, Leo. Don't tell me my being away all these years has made you go soft."

Len bit back a retort, his usual bravado something that would more likely than not get him killed right now. Not to mention the fact that Lewis hadn't said he could talk yet. Another mistake that he wouldn't make again. Lewis' smirk widened and Len swallowed down the bile that had risen in his throat.

"Good… Now, talk to me. You didn't grow soft, did you, Leo?"

"No," said Len bitterly, "I just haven't had my face stomped in for a while. Last time was three years ago during a prison riot. Got me into the hospital wing though and I was able to escape."

"I'll bet," said Lewis almost mockingly.

"Right, because your grand escape was much more news worthy than mine," monotoned Len, "I prefer to be a little more subtle."

"You're prerogative, Leo. You never were one for being messy."

Len tensed as his father stepped out of view behind him. His blood ran cold at the sound of his own weapon being warmed up, behind him, Lewis obviously having disarmed Len after he knocked him out. Shit. His father with the Cold Gun brought some unpleasant thoughts to mind, particularly the variety of ways Lewis might use it on him to exact revenge.

"I like your new hardware. Heard about it in the paper." Lewis set it down on the top of Len's shoulder, Len doing his best to turn his head away from the weapon lest his father fire. "One of a kind?"

"Obviously," said Len, "You haven't heard of any other criminals parading around Central City with a Cold Gun, have you?"

Lewis cuffed Len over the head swiftly, nearly knocking Len and his chair over. "Don't be a smart-aleck, Leo. Your mouth is what got you here in the first place. But enough talk. You and I have work to do."

Len frowned, watching as his father came to stand in front of him once again. "…I don't follow…"

"Well, the way I see it, Leo," said Lewis almost smug, "You owe me big time for helping toss me in that Hell-hole. Now, either you help me or I'll pay a visit to your sister. Wherever you've hidden her."

Despite Lewis' threat, Len almost sighed in relief. So he hadn't gotten to Lisa. And knowing Lisa, she would have realized something had happened to him since he hadn't been in contact with her since before his abduction. Mick was out of town, which meant that Lisa would have gone to Cisco. Going to Cisco meant going to STAR Labs. Going to STAR Labs meant going to the Flash. Barry and his team would help her. They'd protect her and start looking for him. If Lisa was safe, it bought Len just a little time to figure a way out of this.

"Well, son, are you going to help me, or will I have to hunt down your sister and put her on ice to convince you?" said Lewis.

Len schooled his expression to one of resignation. "…what kind of help did you want from me? What kind of work were you talking about?"

Lewis smirked and Len once again had to swallow the bile in his throat. "You still work for the Santini's?"

"On occasion," lied Len, surprised that his father had yet to hear about the fall out between him and the Santini's, "Why?"

"Then help me get back in. Find out what I have to do to be a part of the Family again."

"That's it?" said Len, "All you want me to do is get you back in with the Santini's?" Well, shit. He was definitely regretting the feud he had started with the crime family. Len, however, had his reasons for their less than amicable split and the continued tension between him and the Santini's. There was no going back now. "Fine. I can do that. Just hand me a phone and then let me go."

Lewis chuckled, shutting off and setting down the Cold Gun on a random table which Len noticed was covered with various tools and kits of his father's former trade. "We'll worry about tomorrow. It's nearly 1 AM. Doubt any of the Santini's will be too happy to be woken up at this hour. You're just going to have to sit tight for now."

Len barely had a second to react as his father was suddenly behind him, forcing a gag in his mouth. Len struggled, failing entirely to stop his father from securing the strip of cloth around his head. He shouted a quick curse behind the gag at his father, only for the old man to chuckle. Bastard.

"I'm going to be going out for a while," said Lewis, grabbing something else from the table and returning to Len. It took Len all of a second to recognize an ankle monitor, which Lewis secured to Len's right ankle tightly. "I'm sure you'll find something to do with your quiet time. If you do try to escape though, this will let me know the moment you move even a foot from this chair and it will arm the bombs I have set up all around the joint. You'll have ten seconds to get out and seeing as you're not the Flash, I doubt you'll make it much further than the third column from the exit before you're incinerated."

Len watched Lewis as the man doubt check his bindings before activating the monitor. He glared vehemently at him as the criminal grabbed the Cold Gun, strapping the gun to himself.

"Just in case I run into the Flash. Maybe I'll succeed where you've failed. Or maybe I'll find your sister and we'll make this one big happy family reunion." Lewis threw on his jacket and gave Len's shoulder a tight, painful squeeze before leaving him. "Get some rest, son. We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

The moment he was sure Lewis was long gone, Len tested his restraints again, struggling with a renewed intensity. Despite his attempts though, the restraints would not budge and Len was eventually forced to stop, his already depleted strength sapped. He wasn't going to be going anywhere until his father came back and freed him.

Len wasn't a religious man by any standards, but he found himself praying (hoping really) that Lisa would stay safe from this monster and that Barry would figure out a way to find Lewis and free him before Len stopped being useful to his father. Because honestly, if there was one person he trusted to be able to get him out of this, enemy or not, it was the Flash.