The next few hours were mostly a blur for Leonard. The man in the suit, Agent Nelson apparently, gave him and Lisa ten minutes to pack whatever they could fit into their backpacks before they would have to leave with him. Lisa, understandably, was a sobbing mess and Len was only going through the motions as he carried her upstairs with her school backpack, snagging his own with one of his few fingers that was left semi-free. Once upstairs he tried to calm his sister and managed enough as so to convince her to pack. Immediately she began stuffing as many toys in her bag as she could fit, and he certainly wasn't going to try arguing with her to take clothes. Luckily he had left the majority of his school supplies in his locker, leaving his backpack relatively empty. He grabbed an old t-shirt and a pair of pants for pajamas, one extra set of jeans, underwear, socks, and another shirt, before he moved back to Lisa's room. She was still sobbing and cramming a stuffed seal with a missing eye into her bag, looking up at him when he entered. He went right for her dresser and began putting her clothes into his bag, folding them up as small as he could as so to fit as many as possible.

"Two minutes kids!" Agent Nelson's voice shouted from downstairs and Leonard bit back a curse, he had wasted far too much of their time fighting the losing battle of calming Lisa.

He scanned her room for anything else that she may need, and quickly grabbed her hairbrush along with a few ties. He then left for the bathroom and took both their toothbrushes as well as the tube of toothpaste.

"One minute!"

This time the curse slipped past Leonard's lips since Lisa was nowhere in hearing range.

"We're coming!" He called back down to the man he had by now deduced must be some type of social worker. Hurrying back into Lisa's room he shoved the toothbrushes and toothpaste into his bag before just barely managing to close it. He then turned to Lisa, who was now in hysterics over not being able to cram the little owl she had won in a school raffle into her small backpack so long as the half blind seal was inside.

Pushing her flailing hands away from the bag he zipped it closed and when she only cried louder he clasped his hand gently around hers.

"You can carry the owl," he promised before zipping up the jacket she had never taken off.

He then did the same to himself before stepping back and loading his now very heavy backpack onto his shoulder. When he noticed that Lisa was still much too caught up in her tears he guided her through putting on her own backpack and then grabbed her hand, as there was no way that he could carry her with his bag weighing him down.

"Come on," he instructed her gently as he pulled her along and made sure to turn out her light on the way.

At the bottom of the stairs Agent Nelson was waiting for them, and once outside he loaded their bags into the trunk of his car and while he offered Leonard the passenger seat the teenager declined. He instead sat in the back, his sister strapped in next to him but still curled into his side as best as she could. He wanted to cry too, but he couldn't. Not now. Right now all he could do was tell Lisa that they were going to be ok.

Even if he wasn't too sure they would be.

Caitlin, having to stay after for a yearbook meeting anyway, waited on the floor of the hallway near the gym for the football team to finish practice. More than once the thought crossed her mind to leave, and more than once she stood up to do so. She walked two laps around the first floor but could never quite bring herself to leave the building. She had already done all of her homework and returned her chemistry textbook to her locker. Her stomach was flipping nervously over itself as her instincts screamed at her to leave before anyone could see her. But she kept reminding herself that this would be a good thing, that Ronnie isn't looking to hurt her, and that he simply sees something in her.

No matter how illogical that may sound.

It was then that the sound of the gym doors opening snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked up to see the two boys from the football team filing out. Right behind them was another and so Caitlin began gathering up her things, hoping to not look as though she had been sitting there waiting for the past two hours. But that isn't really a realistic goal and in hindsight the fact that she was just standing there against the wall across from the door when Ronnie came out probably only made it look more like she had been waiting for him.

"Caitlin?" He asked when he saw her and she smiled nervously, the sirens in her head blaring louder than ever but she ignored them.

"Hi, um… I uh… I wanted to apologize for earlier. You caught me off guard and I didn't know what to say and I was just wondering… would you still want to go out sometime?" She stuttered out nervously and, to her surprise, Ronnie smiled at her.

"Tomorrow night work?" He asked and suddenly Caitlin felt a rush of relief flooding the blood in her veins.

"Yeah," she agreed, "Tomorrow's perfect."

"Cool, I'll pick you up around seven? You still live at the same house you did back in elementary school?" He asked,

"Yeah, same place. See you at seven." She said and with a nod and a smile he left.

Caitlin stood there until he was gone, and the moment he turned the corner she turned on her heel and ran out the door of the school. She ran all the way to her car, euphoria overtaking her entire body as she wondered why she had ever been so afraid of this. She has a date tomorrow night, an actual date with Ronnie Raymond.

Upon arriving at the police station, Leonard and Lisa followed behind Agent Nelson who eventually brought them into what looked like it might be a break room for the police. It was small, practically a closet. There was a coffee maker and water cooler, as well as a mini fridge and a few desk chairs with no desks. There was also a ratty old couch that looked to be a relic of more than a few decades ago.

"We'll find a place for the two of you to spend the night while we get everything sorted out with your father, someone will stop by tomorrow afternoon to tell you about that and what will be next for you." Agent Nelson explained; sadness written all over his face that told he knew how scared they were, or at least how scared Lisa was, and that he was sorry he didn't have more answers for them.

It hardly did anything to comfort Leonard.

"I don't know if you drink coffee," the older man went on, his eyes directed at Len. "But feel free to help yourself to some. There's water over there and not much in the fridge besides chicken salad, but if you want any of that go for it." He continued before his eyes shifted down to Lisa, who was gripping tightly to her older brother's hand and quite literally shaking with fear. He bent down to her height with a friendly smile, "You know, one of my friends out in the office keeps a jar of lollypops on his desk, would you like me to go get one for you?" He offered and Lisa nodded timidly.

Agent Nelson then rose to his feet and left the small room with the promise that he would be right back.

Once he was gone Leonard pulled Lisa along with him as he made his way over to the couch. He set down his backpack before guiding her out hers. He then sat down and pulled her into his lap, rocking her back and forth and biting back a groan when her tears started up again.

"What's, what's going to happen to, to daddy?" She stuttered and Len sighed, not entirely sure how to explain to Lisa that there was a very good chance they may never see their father again or how she would take it. "He's gonna be mad at me," she murmured softly, so soft that Len barely heard her. "I let them in." She went on, "They asked if he was home, and he was hurting you, I… I didn't… I didn't kno, know they- they wou- wou- w-" she cut herself off with a loud sob as Len tightened his hold on her and ran one hand along her back. She tucked her head as deep into his chest as she could manage as she cried, knowing that she was safe to do so.

"You did the right thing," he whispered to her, although he wasn't all that sure she even heard him over her tears.

But she must have, because she also heard the sound when the door opened and looked up, halting her tears as quickly as she could just in case the visitor was their father.

But it wasn't.

It was Agent Nelson, two lollypops clutched in his wrinkly old hand and a sorry expression on his face. But he still managed a smile as he stepped into the room and approached the siblings, placing the pieces of candy down next to Len's leg and just looking at the two of them for a moment.

"There were two numbers left on the report for us to contact, people in your lives who are willing to let you stay with them until we get this sorted out. There was no answer at the first number, there was on the second. Your friend Sara and her mother, they're coming down to get the two of you. You'll stay with them for a day or two until we get your situation sorted out." He explained before leaving again and Len hardly noticed that Lisa was merely sniffling at this point. In fact, he hardly noticed anything after Agent Nelson told them who was coming for them.

Somehow it didn't entirely surprise him that Sara Lance was the one who tipped off the CPS; he'd been suspicious ever since the picnic that she had seen one or more of Lisa's scars. He didn't need to ask about the second number on that form, he knew the only person that it could be was Mrs. Stein. He was mostly dumbfounded that either of them, never mind both of them, were willing to deal with both him and Lisa overnight if it meant keeping them away from Lewis.

He was returned to reality when he noticed Lisa leaning over his arms to grab one of the lollypops, unwrapping it and sticking it into her mouth before pulling it out again.

"I like Sara," she stated, the only evidence of her previous meltdown being in her red eyes, but not her voice. "She's nice." She continued and Len hummed in agreement, but didn't say anything.

Felicity may not look like your typical high school gossip, but Mick was quickly learning that she keeps tabs on everybody. When he asked if she might know Amaya's address she'd rattled it off as though she spent a lot of time there, which she assured him she didn't. Mick couldn't help but think that Felicity would be just fine should she ever find herself in Juvie, hell she'd probably be running the place after only a few weeks. Anyway, he made it to the address and knocked on the front door. Admittedly he was a little nervous for this conversation, ok, make that a lot nervous. Apologies aren't exactly his strong suit, and he's already put himself through one today. His nerves only increased when the door opened, and his mouth morphed into a frown when he saw who was standing there.

"What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

"Family dinner," Nate replied, equally as surprised and annoyed to see Mick as Mick was to see him. "What are you doing here?" He demanded, though he had a feeling that he already knew.

Mick opened his mouth to answer, not entirely sure what he was going to say, but he didn't have to decide because the door opened wider and revealed Amaya.

"Mick?" She asked, "What are you doing here?"

Again Mick opened his mouth to speak, and again he was cut off.

"Kids, are you coming to the table or are Raymond and I starting without you?" A voice called from somewhere in the background.

Amaya and Nate looked at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation between them before Amaya broke the eye contact and smiled apologetically at Mick.

"Why don't you join us for dinner?" She invited, much to the obvious annoyance of Nate. "Your family has had me over after all, and you came all the way over here, it only seems fair." She insisted when he didn't answer right away and maybe it was because he still hadn't apologized to her, or maybe it was just the opportunity to annoy Nate Heywood was too good to pass up. Either way Mick found himself nodding and walking into the house.

An hour had passed when Leonard heard a cough in the doorway and looked up to see a familiar blonde in light blue jeans and pink long sleeved top, but also a broken look on her face that almost matched his.

"My mom's talking to the officers and that Nelson guy, they sent me to come get you guys." She said solemnly.

For a minute the three of them just stared at each other. Nobody moved, nobody blinked, nobody breathed. It was just the three of them, trying to stay in this moment for as long as possible. For the Snart siblings, their entire lives had already been plunged into a whirlwind. For Sara, that was just beginning. But for all of them, these were their last few seconds of semi-normalcy. Their last few seconds of being nothing but acquaintances to each other before they all walked out of here. They needed to live in those last few seconds, because once they were over, nothing was ever going to be the same for them.