"Why're we so slow?" Barry whined as they stumbled toward the door. "I could go a lot faster than this."

Cisco rearranged his friend's arm over his shoulders, grunting. For such a skinny guy, he was heavy, damn. "Nope, no running for you right this second, man," he whispered. "You would run into walls and it would be funny, but we've got stuff to do, bad guys to incarcerate, justice to bring. How about we walk, okay? Let's walk it off. Come on. Come with me."

"Where're the bad guys? I'll get the bad guys."

"Shhh!" Cisco grabbed his collar before Barry could take off, forcing an "urk!" out of the stoned superhero's throat. "We'll come back for them. As soon as all that shit's out of your system. How's that metabolism doing, huh? Cleaning you up? Please?"

Barry paused as if considering it, then leaned over and barfed on the floor.

"So, that's a yes." Cisco shook his head. "Dude, you are lucky I like you."

"Hey, Cisco. Having some trouble?"

He went still, then looked over his shoulder. "Lisa."

She batted her lashes. "Oh, honey, don't you remember? It's Golden Glider. That was a moment, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was," he said. "Which you ruined by being a terrible human being."

She sighed deeply and produced her gold gun. His stomach folded up at the sight of it. "So judgey. But so cute. I was really hoping I'd see you."

"Feeling not mutual," he said, trying to keep an eye on her and at the same time keep Barry from falling into the puddle of his own yak. How was this his life?

"Flash isn't doing all that well, is he?"

"He'll be fine once he gets it all out." Cisco patted Barry's back with a confidence he didn't feel. "So, what'd you give him? Out of curiosity."

"Enough narcotics to supply every old hippie in the Pacific Northwest." She tilted her head and watched Barry wobble like a child's top. "Maybe a little too much?"

"Nahhhhh," he said, just as Barry barfed again. "Yep, yep, better out than in."

She giggled. "Len will be so happy to see you."

"Feeling also not mutual." Something moved in the shadows, and he said loudly. "In fact, you know what, I would say that I have loved catching up with you, but I'm trying not to lie so much. So the Flash and I, we're gonna just go now, and - "

"Cisco, you adorable cupcake. We haven't gotten - " Her head flew forward as something smacked into it. She frowned and put a hand to the back of her head, then brought her hand back around to frown at the white crystals melting on her fingertips. "Snow?"

She turned, and Caitlin hit her in the face with the butt of the cold gun.

Lisa staggered backward, dropping her gun, and Caitlin hit her again. She collapsed, and Caitlin shackled her by the elbows and the knees. "Seriously, Cisco? She's like your kryptonite."

Cisco finished disassembling the gold gun. "I saw you. I was distracting her."

"How far would that have gone?" She knelt in front of Barry, avoiding the puddles. They started to frost over from proximity, the grossest sheets of thin crackling ice. "Oh, good, you vomited. How many fingers?" She held up two.

Barry said, "Um, uh, two . . . Whoa, hey, Caitlin! Are you helping us? Awesome. Where's your coat?"

She squinted at his eyes. "If they gave him what I think they did, you need to take him to the hospital."

"He'll be fine," Cisco said. "He metabolizes really fast. He'll be good to go in like five minutes."

"I can help you," Barry said. "Soon as. Soon as I get off this boat."

"Maybe ten."

Barry almost fell over Lisa. "I don't like her," he confided to Caitlin loudly. "She's very flirty and I'm pretty sure she's really into him but I don't think she's good for him."

"He's higher than the International Space Station and he knows this," Caitlin said to Cisco.

"I made out with her once." Cisco reached out and caught Barry as he swayed and blinked. "Under false pretenses."

"Keep telling yourself that, lover." Lisa's smirk was back.

Caitlin turned on her. "Shut up or I will fill your mouth full of snow."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Who is this girl?"

"Someone I'd listen to when it comes to cold-related threats," Cisco said, but he edged closer to the hand that held the heat gun. He didn't like Lisa, but he didn't want to see her get freezer burn, either.

"Like I'm afraid of the cold."

"Oh? Why? Because of this?" Caitlin waved the cold under Lisa's bleeding nose. "Or maybe this?" She handed Cisco the cold gun and held up the heat gun.

Lisa went pale and shut up.

Caitlin turned to Cisco. "I'll go get the other two."

"Right." To Lisa he said, "On your feet. Let's go."

She pouted. "What if I don't want to?"

He cocked the cold gun and aimed it at her. "I'd say I don't want to hurt you, but actually I'd be okay with that."

Lisa glared at him as she hobbled toward the door. "I'm freezing."

"It's a warm night," Cisco said heartlessly. "You'll be fine."

Outside, they could hear sirens shrilling, getting closer. Iris stood by the van, phone to her ear. "Wait, Daddy, wait, I see somebody - Barry!"

Seeing Iris seemed to clear the last of the drug from Barry's system. "What are you doing here?" To Cisco - "What is she doing here?"

Iris's elation dissolved. "Helping you out," she snarled. "You're welcome."

"Look, I - "

"Never mind." She grabbed a paper bag from inside the van and slapped it into Barry's chest. "Eat those. Cisco, where's Caitlin?"

"Inside. Getting the others." Cisco glanced at the road and the blue and red lights speeding down it. "She needs to go soon."

Two drained water bottles, the empty wrappers from a pack of protein gels, and the paper bag swirled madly in a mini tornado as Barry took off.

Cisco looked after him. "I hope he's sober by now. They gave him some really strong stuff."

"He seemed fine to me." She took charge of Lisa. "FYI, bitch, I'm a cop's daughter and I'm really pissed off right now."

Caitlin briefly checked on Mick, swapping her belt out for more ice shackles, but she left him and ran for the other end of the warehouse. She had a bad feeling about Len.

She was right. He'd managed to roll over to a faucet stuck in the wall, turn it on somehow, and was holding his wrists under the flow of water.

"Smart," she said, turning it off. "But not fast enough."

He shook his head, his mouth curling up. "True. Tell me, Killer Frost. What reason do you have to partner up with Star Labs? Isn't the Flash chasing you down half the time?" He leaned forward a little. "The Rogues could always use someone with your talents. You don't even need a gun. We'll help you get what you need, you'll take care of the Flash, win-win. What do you say?"

"Mmmm." She tilted her head to one side. "You make some good points. I have no particular loyalty to the Flash, and God knows I'd rather Star Labs fell into the depths of the earth. Here's the thing, though." She braced her hands on either side of his head and leaned in until they were nose to nose. "After what you did to Cisco, you're lucky I don't freeze your testicles to your nasal passages."

He pressed himself back into the wall, sliding down. His nose began to redden ever so slightly, and his breath came out in frosty clouds.

"So, your offer is very kind, but that's a no."

Somehow, he retained the lazy sneer in his voice, even though it shook. "Fair enough."

A voice said in her ear, "I've got him."

She jolted away from the Flash. Len made an aborted move, and a split second later, the Flash had him by both arms. "You should take off," he told Caitlin. "The cops are here."

"And I've got warrants, I know." But she hesitated. "Weren't you - ?"

"Cisco told you, fast metabolism. Get going. I'll try to distract them."

She didn't stay to argue, because she could hear sirens whoop-whooping in the parking lot. She headed for the opposite side.

"Hey," the Flash yelled after her. "Hey, thanks."

"I didn't do it for you," she called over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I know."

The rush of wind blew through the cortex, faintly soap-scented. Cisco's suit appeared on the mannequin and Barry in the chair next to him, twirling once or twice from residual kinetic energy.

"How are you feeling?" Cisco asked, combing his hair out of his eyes.

"Like I've been drugged to the gills and held captive." He ripped open a protein bar and downed it.

"I'm sorry it took me so long, man."

"No, it's okay. You came for me."

"Well - I had some help."

Barry chugged a full bottle of water and burped impressively. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I remember that. Killer Frost."

Cisco avoided his eyes. "Uh-huh."

"So - we're on the hook for this favor."

"Seems like." He synced up his tablet to the monitors, and his notes appeared on the large screen.

"What exactly is it?"

Cisco added something to one of his lists. "Still don't know. But she promises that it's not illegal, it's not a weapon, and it won't hurt anybody."

"And you believe her?"

"What happened to Bright-Side Barry, who believes in the innate trustworthiness of all mankind?"

"Nothing happened to him," Barry retorted. "It's just after the way you talk about her, I wouldn't've thought you'd put much stock in any promise she made."

Cisco shrugged. "Well, I had a tranq gun on her at the time, so . . ." He let it trail off, choosing not to disclose that Caitlin had been able to spike his gun, literally, anytime she wanted throughout that whole discussion.

Barry raised his brows. "Bad-ass. Where's this all coming from?"

"Desperation, mostly."

"Mmmm. So," he said casually. "Oliver was busy?"

"What?" Cisco started rummaging for his mini screwdriver set.

"Oliver. The Arrow? Our Starling City friend, vigilante, always answers the phone when we call even if he's really grouchy about it . . . Was he busy or something?"

Aw, man, how long had it been since he'd organized his tools? This was shameful. His tata would ashamed. "Um. Probably. He's got a few things going on."

"Right, yeah, sure. That's true. And Ray? The Atom? With the suit that you fixed and the ten million nerdy in-jokes? Who sends you tech samples on a weekly basis?"

"Dude's running, like, an empire." Cisco pulled the entire drawer out and dumped it on his work surface.

Barry scooted back to avoid a wrench that clanged to the floor. "Did you even call them?"

Cisco felt his face go hot. "Look, you were the one telling me she had a monster advantage against Captain Cold. Okay? And she got you out."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just interesting, is all. Considering."

"Well, maybe it was the wrong call - "

"Did I say it was the wrong call? Because from where I'm sitting it worked."

"Yeah, it did. And it's done now. So."

"Ooookaaaaay," Barry drawled, folding his arms and grinning in a way that Cisco considered really weird. "So, how's this going to work?"

"Well. She's moving in so we can do this favor for her."

"What, here? Interesting. And that's okay with you?"

"It was my condition. Especially since we don't know how long it's going to take. And that reminds me. Can you go out and get me, like, a 76-pack of Monster? I've got to add some things to her cell."

Barry dropped his arms and his weird grin. "Her what?"