A/n: I don't have much to say so here's chapter 4. Thank you for those who reviewed the previous three chapters. It is very much appreciated. I forgot to put up a disclaimer at the first chapter so I'll put it here.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Flash.Warning (Is this considered a warning?): Mentions of drug use.
Enjoy :)
Chapter 4: I lost my shoe
11:55 a.m Abandoned Warehouse
Heavy eyelids fluttered open only to close again. 'Damn bright lights'. A pained groan escaped his lips as he tried to open his eyes again though at a much slower pace. Squinting his eyes as his vision adjusted, taking in his surroundings. There were many crates that laid abandoned, boarded up windows and the general scent of dust filing up his nose. 'Why do the bad guys always choose abandoned warehouses?'
"Achoo!" he let out startling the two other men he was with.
"Christ!" cursed one of the men.
"Sorry" Barry sniffed but was ignored.
"So how much did we got?"
"Loads, so what are we going to do with the kid?" Bill pointed at Barry who was tied up in a chair.
"I'm 25!" they ignored him.
"With this much loot and the police on ta us we can use the kid to leave town. Sort of a bargaining chip. They let us leave then they get their CSI back" Bill nodded in understanding.
"Wow man you come up with the most ingenuous plan"
"Nahh can't keep the credit for the heist. Heard that some crook called Snart used that one once thought I could pull it off as easily as he did" he admitted.
"And that my friend is called intellectual infringement which is not cool" drawled a man who emerged from the shadows.
'Seriously could my luck get any worst!' Barry internally screamed.
"Who are ya!?" Mr. gunman shouted aiming his gun at Captain Cold. The master thief didn't even bat an eyelash at that, choosing to remain impassive.
"Oh you already have a guest" the villain mocked. Barry sent an unimpressed look towards Cold noticing the hint of mocking at the mans words, he was sure that was directed at him.
"I said who are ya!?" Snart ignored the question.
"Tell me gentlemen, who's idea did you stole? Who's territory did you encroach and now who do you think your talking to?" he questioned.
"Yours, you're that Snart guy?" Bill guessed.
"Bingo, your smarter than you look. Here's what I want you to do. Your gonna leave empty handed and never show your face's again in any place that I have laid claim" Bill frowned while mr.gunmans face turned red with anger.
"Who do ya think ya are!? ya bastard!" he exclaimed and before he could fire Cold pulled out the cold gun from where it was holstered and shot the man on his hand, the one holding the gun. Mr.gunman howled in pain clutching the frozen appendage near his chest.
"Now scram before I turn you into a living ice sculpture, an ugly one" Bill was the first to scramble out quickly followed by the gunman. Leonard Snart then turned to the bound CSI.
"I'll get ya back for this!" Mr. gunman threatened before retreating.
"Uhm hi?" Barry mentally face palmed. Snart raised an eyebrow. "A little help?" the villain shrugged before untying the knot effectively releasing Barry. The young man rubbed his wrist which were red from being bound too tight. It didn't bother him. He knew it would heal in less than an hour.
"So uhhm what are you doing here!? I mean not that I'm not grateful, which I'm certainly not, your a thief and I'm the Flash and I thought we had a deal about hurting people -I mean about NOT hurting people because you just shot a guy and he might loose his hand an- are you stealing that!?" Barry stop mid rambling, staring incredulously at the master thief who were pocketing some expensive looking necklaces.
"I'm just going to take half of it, sorta payment for rescuing the scarlet speedster. And our deal only talks about killing a person plus the cold gun was set to its lowest setting, he won't loose his hand...maybe." Cold answered amazingly understanding all the speedster's rambled out questions.
"What!!"
11:55 a.m CCPD
"It's been more than an hour! What the hells taking Ramirez so long!?" Detective West questioned angrily. His son has been taken and the only two men who were present at Barry's kidnapping have not yet returned. Singh opened his mouth to tell the detective to calm down when the Officer's they were waiting for entered the precinct only with three more additional company in handcuffs.
"Officer Ramirez, Officer Mason" Singh greeted.
"Sir, I'm sorry it took us a while to return. We were heading back when we were caught in traffic when this fools rolled up besides us, they were obviously on drugs and it was hard restraining them in a middle of traffic." Ramirez explained, Singh sighed.
"It's okay, Officer Mason go get them booked"
"Right away" he then turned to the detective "Joe we'll do everything to find Barry. Just as soon as we rid of this three" Mason grabbed two of the teens, stirring them to booking with Ramirez following behind with the third teen in tow.
"Hey! I know that guy!" the third teen exclaimed, giggling as he pointed at the computer screen behind Joe's back. Joe frowned, turning to his back and looking at the screen that displayed his foster son before his eyes widened.
"You've seen him!? Where?" Joe asked hurriedly. The teen nodded a grin still plastered on his face showing how high he was.
"Yup, he looked like a puppy" he stated.
"Son where did you see him? he's been kidnapped, tell me where you've seen him?"
"Oh no the puppy got kidnapped!" the teen exclaimed worriedly "I wanna rescue the puppy now, I said that to Jack. I said 'Can we adopt that puppy!' but he ignored me. Jackie there-" he pointed to his friend "-Gave him the birdie, poor puppy" Joe was half amused and half irritated. Amused that the teen kept referring to Barry as a puppy, irritated because the kid was giving him nothing.
"Ohhh wait the car had numbers. Did you know cars have numbers?" he said as if it was the most amazing thing ever. "I didn't know Z was a number. Now I hate cars. they have math on it. I was so greatest in math that I always get a big F on my card unlike my stupid classmates. None of them gets F in math. Oh the puppy likes cars, he was in the one with the number Z and X" He rambled but to Joe it suddenly dawned on him that the kid was rambling the Plate numbers of the car Barry was in.
"Kid, What were the numbers of the car? the one with the Z and X?"
"It's Ricky"
"Huh?"
"Me name Ricky" he slurred pointing to himself.
"Ok Ricky what were the numbers" satisfied with the detective saying his name he rattled the plate numbers of the car.
12:00 p.m Out side the warehouse
The two walked outside the warehouse in silence with Barry feeling awkward around the other man so he decided to just not look anywhere in front so he did not saw the dog droppings till he stepped on it.
"Gahh! you got to be kidding me" he tried to scrape his shoe on the sewer grate but somehow his left foot wedge itself on it's opening. He tried prying it out, tugging it hard but to no avail. He frowned in frustration before yanking it hard. His foot finally budge but the sudden action caused him to fall on his behind and staring at the stupid damn grate. When Snart turned around he was met with a frustrated young man staring menacingly at the sewer grate. Barry noticed the mans stare before speaking in a defeated tone.
"I lost my shoe " Leonard just stared completely lost.
"Excuse me?"
"I said I lost me shoe!" Well that's something you don't see or hear everyday. Barry had the guts to pout and Leonard just rolled his eyes at the speedster's childish action. Barry finally got on his feet, walking pass the villain who heard the tell tail sign of a cocking gun. He whirled around, Cold gun already in hand and fired, unfortunately Barry heard the gun too. And in a flash he had knocked the gunman out putting him in the trajectory of the cold gun. His grin faltered when he felt the biting pain from the frost that covered and blasted him to the side of a car leaving a huge dent on it and an unconscious Flash. Captain Cold blinked before pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out an uncharacteristic groan.
"Great"