At the moment, Snart was holding onto woman's file.''She's an interesting one,'' Snart mused.

Snart was very intrigued by the woman.

Well, Snart would watch the pretty Cpt., observe and then act. Upon reading the very likeable, Nova 's file, he personally wondered about the collective intelligences of the Agencies involved. Still, as far as Snart was concerned, it did not take a genius to figure out that putting that much temptation in the path of Cpt. Freya Nova was a really stupid idea. The file showed that racing was in her blood.

After she graduated from military school, SHE went to West Point, then did a tour in Iraq. After that, on to Airborne and another year finishing up Q course, qualification course. For the last four years SHE've been based out of Ft. Campbell, KY with the 5th Special Forces Group

Going back to looking at the file of Freya, Mick remarked. ''This one's too pretty to have to been in Army Special Forces''

Snart ignored his friend's comment and continoued smitting with the woman of the photor. A petite looking thing, one with daring chestnut eyes and flowing hair the color of coal. Full, wine red lips, parted

Leonard forced him to look away from those perfect, plush lips to meet her eyes once more; brows unfurrowed, just curious, excited, gazing dark eyes.

There's something unique and special about this one.

I'm gonna steal her, he decided.

The banquet hall was a huge room with mirrors decorating the walls, and high ceilings painted with exquisite pictures envisaging Gods and Goddess from Mytholia alike. Candle chandeliers hanging down from it and set up in the middle of the room was a dance floor. A band of sorts was playing on a stage nearby; tables with peach table clothes and a large bouquet of wild flowers in the middle, made the atmosphere seem more than romantic.

Barry sighed as he tugged at the edge of his suit sleeve. Currently he was in Starling with Cisco and Caitlin for Oliver Queen's charity event. Why he was even there was lost on him as he watchedhis friends and their partners give each other this look. Rolling his eyes Barry made his way deeper into the crowd, just to get away from his friends.

Many people believed that the fater man allive would not come to the even after the death of his father and the comment of Iris. A week had passed since his father's death and yet could not believe that he failed to protect him even Leonard and Lisa Snart with the rest of Rouge ,team Arrow ,team Supergirl ,Caitlin ,Cisco ,Laurel ,Sara and Wells had a different opinion. All of this had come to his father's funeral and supported him but at next day Iris published an article about the death of Dr. Henry Allen and the incompetence of the Flash to saves him. Oliver ,Leonard ,Kara, Caitlin and Sara were trying to kill the girl but Joe stopped it.

Barry left Cisco and Palmer and made his way to the bar. He wished he could get drunk because then at least this party might be some fun. His eyes scanned the crowd as he did, desperate for some social contact. Maybe Oliver's sister was there? It was a silent auction for a charity, all sorts of Starling's wealthiest and most prestigious people, so he really wasn't actually expecting to see anyone he knew.

He did a double take. He had seen someone he knew. Someone he definitely knew.

What the hell was Leonard Snart doing in Starling, at a charity—oh for fuck's sake. He was going to steal something. Of course he was. At a party at the Atom's house with the Arrow in attendance. Len was going to get himself killed.

Barry moved through the crowd toward the other man. He was standing off to the side, eyes scanning, alert but outwardly seeming relaxed, one hand holding a drink and another in his pocket. He was a wearing a really nice suit, dark grey with an undertone of blue, it that cinched and hugged in all the right places, stretched nicely across his chest. He was wearing an ice-blue tie that brought out his eyes and dammit, Len looked amazing. Barry wouldn't admit to jealousy about how well the other man filled out a suit under pain of death.

He was just breaking away from the rest of the crowd when Len spotted him. He saw the man's eyebrows go up and then an inquisitive expression cast over his features. Barry noticed that Len took a false-casual sip of his drink, but as soon as Barry was close, he started talking.

"Good to see you, Barry. Didn't take you for one to rub shoulder's with Starling's finest."

"I'm friends with the host."

"Oh?" Len cocked his head a bit, gaze intense. "Full of surprises, aren't you kid?"

"Look, Snart, whatever you're planning to steal," Barry stepped closer and pitched his voice down as he spoke, "don't do it."

"And why not?"

"You do realize that the Starling City Vigilante has a bit of a reputation for putting arrows into people, right? And has been known to gatecrash one-percenter events?"

"Know something I don't, Barry?" his eyes were narrowed now, not letting go of Barry's gaze.

"Only that you'll regret whatever you're up to."

"Worried about me?"

"Worried about my reputation," Barry lied quickly. "The Flash's nemesis shows up in Starling? The Arrow won't let me live it down."

Len arched an eyebrow, "so you do know him."

Shit. Barry glared off to the side, mentally regrouping. "He doesn't take kindly to people messing up his city, Len."

The other scoffed, "I'll take my chances."

Barry opened his mouth but before he could speak, he heard another voice behind him. "You didn't tell me you invited the Flash on our road trip, Len."

Snart gave Barry a once over and a smirk.

"So I heard from various sources that you prefer men. Should've seen in coming, kid."

"Snart, leave now." Oliver's voice called to him.

"Sorry Robin Hood, just give me a minute. I'm just chilling with my favourite CSI for a moment."

Everyone around them stopped. Ray, Felicity, Caitlin, Oliver, Cisco ,Laurel ,Sara, Kara, Thea, John, Roy and Tommy tensed. They did not need a stupid, homophobic prick of a thief undoing all of his work in helping Barry with a few cutting remarks. Barry for his part, was looking down at his feet, scuffing his boots against the ground. The man gritted his teeth as Iris called out to Barry.

"See? Even Snart can see it isn't right!"

Before Oliver could even calm himself enough to respond, he watched as Snart's eyes took on an icy look and turned to glare at Iris.

"Actually, what I was about to say," he barked out, before looking at Barry with a tender smile, "was congratulations. Mick also passes on his regards to his 'Doll', and Hartley said he will see you next pride march. We all will, kid."

''Thanks''said Barry walked away from him. Barry noticed that Oliver seemed to be spending an awful lot of time with the many attractive women he had invited. He has a crush in the billionaire for months now. After he gave up on Iris, he thought it would be a hard road because he had a crush on her for most of his life. But caught him in surprise, he went through that easier than he thought. He even can't be happier for Iris to found her one. And he found someone too.

And seem like he no good at hiding his crush. Everyone knows it.

As he was lost in his thoughts he ended up bumping into someone. Quickly he reached out, helping the young woman steady.

"Oh my gosh. I am so sorry!" He cried out. The woman just gave a charming smile in response as she smoothed out her black dress.

"It's alright hun." Her gaze slid over him before looking back at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, if you really feel bad, how about a dance?" She questioned as she leaned forward. Barry mentally cursed as he felt his face heat up.

"I-uh… I c-can't um-"

"There you are Barry." a smooth voice interrupted Barry's awkward stammering. A familiar voice at that. Barry felt his jaw drop as over walked She was wearing a simple black dress with somewhat wide straps. It clung to her curves and hit her just above the knee, showing off her long, shapely legs. The neckline exposed a lot of her creamy skin and dipped low, emphasizing her cleavage. Finally able to take his eyes off her body, he looked at her face. Her hair was down, a bit of a natural-looking curl to it, and her makeup was light, drawing attention to her eyes. God, her eyes never looked so amazing, so mesmerizing.

''Aunt''said Barry ,walking to her side and kissed her hand.'' you look-"the young man began as he tried to find the right words to describe the beauty of his aunt.

"Beautiful. I know." Freya finished his sentence.

"Actually, I was going to say sophisticated." Barry replied.

"No you weren't." She said.

''And you''said Freay glared at the woman. The journalist turned to the voice of the voice and saw the woman who admired and feared at the same moment.

''Miss Nova''said iris seeing the woman who has haunted her childhood dreams.

"Freay,I hope you remember my daughter," Joe introduced.

"It's nice to meet-" Iris began.

"How old are you girl?" Freya interrupted her greeting.

How rude, Iris thought. "Twenty-two," she replied meeting her scrutinizing gaze.

"Are you married?"

"No."

"Betrothed?"

''What the hell? ''Iris thought.

''No''

Freya shook her head. "You became a recluse and raised a spinster daughter," she said turning to Iris. "I expected better from you, Iristala."

Oliver cleared his throat at that comment, giving Barry a pointed look.

Barry blushed, finally realizing exactly where they were and that absolutely everyone was watching. "Umm, guys I would like to meet my aunt all by blood. Freya Nova.''

Catching the slightly bewildered look on the Oliver's face, Freya decided it was time to be official again. Offering the man an apologetic smile, she extended her hand. "I'm sorry for my rudeness, you must be Oliver Queeb. Bartholomew's spoken highly of you."

Oliver, trying to ignore Barry's blushing and whined "Aunt!" from where he buried his face against woman's chest, shook his hand. Glancing at his embarrassed CSI, he offered the man a smile. "Yes, well, Mr. Allen certainly is something." And promptly wanted to facepalm as Barry smiled brightly at him like he'd just given him the best compliment in the world. "We really are lucky to have him in our life''

A the same time Roy ,Laurel and Tommy shook their heads sadly.

"This is so pathetic," John commented.

"I can't believe that he's our leader," Roy muttered.

"Where is my camera when I need it?" Laurel wanted to know, "I swear, this is prime blackmail material and I'm missing out."

"We really need to do something guys," John decided. "This has gone too far."

The trio watched as Oliver smiled at something Barry was saying.

"They're so obvious," Tommy noted.

Indeed they were. To them, it was clear Oliver and Barry had feelings for another. Hell, they saw it the first time the two of them were in a room together. The chemistry was undeniable. Yet, every time they brought it up to Oliver over the past couple of months, the blonde ignored them or denied the claims vehemently.

However, every time Oliver phoned Barry or Barry phoned Oliver, Oliver was in a better mood. His teammates knew how much he missed the brunette and how disappointed he was when Barry turned down their offer to join them.

But Oliver refused to admit it, which they didn't understand at all. His feelings were definitely reciprocated. Barry had been staring at Oliver with an adoring look in his eyes ever since he got there. And Oliver, despite being so good at observing people, was missing it completely.

They had all seen how devastated Oliver had been once he heard the news that Barry and Patty had went on a date. And they had all observed his delight when he found out they broke up, no matter how subtle he was trying to be about it. So now Barry was single and there for the taking and their leader was doing . . . nothing? It didn't make any sense, to any of them.

"We should do something," Laurel murmured, keeping his voice low so that only Toomy and Roy heard.

"But what?" Tommy asked. Then his eyes lit up. "I think I have a plan guys."

"You do?" Roy asked doubtfully.

"I can come up with plans too," Tommy said defensively.

Meanwhile the three of the planning ,Oliver was so tired. He was tired of getting hurt every night. He was tired of hiding it the next morning. He was tired of hearing Felicit's lectures. He was tired of pretending to be playboy Iliver Queen. He was tired of being tired, of never actually getting even five consecutive hours of sleep. A part of him was even tired of being Green Arrow. He really was tired.

He was tired of being in denile, too. Oliver was a good swimmer, but even he got tired (undoubtedly do to the fact that he was a human being with actual limits that he never seemed to acknowledge). Eventually, he couldn't keep himself afloat in that river in Egypt, and now he was drowning in all the lies he fed to the world and to himself everyday.

The lie that he was apathetic to people he actually cared about. The lie that he was straight. The lie that Green Arrow had no time for petty things like Love. The lie that he was too busy saving Starling, saving the world, to care about somebody on that level.

The lie that he couldn't fall in love.

Of course he had tried not to. He had done everything in his power to avoid it. He ignored him, distanced himself from him, avoided him like the plague, was rude to him in an effort to receive the same treatment back, told himself over and over again that the long list of cons greatly outweighed the short pile of pros, most of which might never exist, so it was only logical to avoid those messy things called feeling. He reminded himself that it was foolish to fall in love, because anything that falls ends up braking. The Arrow, and Oliver Queen too, had broken far too many times to risk it again. It was far too dangerous to fall, to risk it. The only way it was safe, the only way he could consider entertaining the possibility of allowing these feelings was if he was sure he would be caught when he eventually fell. Oliver was too heavy for the average person to catch.

Some of the boys at Excelsior had experimented. When you were at a male boarding school there always some who did. Because he was an orphan, he had made sure he was popular; he probably would never have survived being isolated. Being popular had not allowed any weaknesses to be shown. Sometimes Oliver had envied the relationships between the other boys. However, he had never met anyone that attracted him enough to try it.

Later, he had thrown himself into partying hard. He slept with many women and it had been fun. The few times a woman started to get under his skin, he'd always sabotaged the relationship. He was convinced they couldn't handle his lifestyle.

The first time he met Barry, his attraction to him had thrown him. The confrontational nature of their early conversations had kept his mind off his feelings. But Barry's presence, his stunning features, and his underlying sweet personality had drawn him in. Making Oliver want to confide in him, to want to see his potential fulfilled with him by his side.

To get him to smile.

Freya rolled her eyes at the mayor of Starilng.

Love..

She sighed and took another swig of pop. It was a strange thing being here like this. There weren't many people that he could relax and be himself with. At that moment, Greya caught sight of someone turning the corner into the carpeted hallway that lead to the bar and the function room. The man caught sight of her at the same time, smiled, then made his way over to her.

Leonard Snart in a very nice custom suit that was a dark blue, almost black.

"You are the woman who turned the detective West to two face''

Freya mirked.

With a wry look, Freya took the glass of ginger ale out of Leonard's hand and swigged it down. Leonard raised his eyebrow, "Thirsty?"

The woman returned her gaze to him, licked the fiery tartness from her lips, and then his full lips curled, "I want to drink my self out."

"Looks nice and moist to me."

Freya blinked slowly at him, and then glanced at the bar, and realised there wasn't a bartender at this alter-ego filled shindig. The woman walked around the bar, and asked casually, "Do you want me to fill you up?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "I think I'll have a ginger ale for now."

Freya pursed her lips, and set down two glasses on the bar and filled them with soda. She reached for one. She took a sip, meeting his eyes over the rim. She lowered the glass, and murmured, "You're flirting with me again, Mr Snart."

Snart's lips turned up at the corners, and he replied coyly, "I know."

Freya nodded, "One day you're going to have to do something about that."

He smiled, "I'll have to put it on my to-do list."

Snart turned back to Freya,''What about a dance?''

She let the man lead her to the dance floor. The two waited until the current song finished and walked into the middle of dance floor, hands clasped together

On their way there they passed Barry and the flarrow team with Malcolm who gave Freya a mildly concerned look, noticing her company. The woman just gave him a tired smile as a reply and continued walking, Snart steadily walking by her side.

Freya slowly placed her hand on Snart's shoulder and another in his hand, which was surprisingly warm since she could feel the warmth even through her gloves. Snart smirked deviously, securing his arm around her tiny waist.

The two leisurely swayed to the rhythm of the song, neither of them , as the tempo moved up a notch and the beat changed, Snart and Freya moved through all the twists and turns of the salsa. He had to hand it to her, she was keeping up with him easily, as she spun and ended with her back to him. He spun her back, as he noticed the others watching them, laughing, clapping. She pulled away and he pulled her back, their bodies entwining and disentwining in an endless rhythm. As he felt the music shift, heading towards its crescendo, he dipped her towards the ground, before bringing her back up, one knee raised to his hip. Her arms had ended twined around his neck, her body pressed against his, and her eyes stared into his. He had never noticed how beautiful her eyes really were until that moment.

''"That was hot."he said jokingly.

"Actually, I like things cold," she said with a smirk. She abruptly focussed on the lips just in front of hers, the dishevelled hair beneath her fingers, the strong hand holding her knee, and the crisp black linen pressed against her torso, concealing the perfect body within.

Okay, maybe not steal then. Borrow.