Len' POV

Somehow Joe and he had convened Singh to let them off with a warning. Len was now waiting outside by his car. First out the door was Lisa. She gave him a look before jarring her head a bit letting him know next would be Barry. Then she walked off. Then came Barry. He looked bad. Tired. He stopped in front of Len.

"What were you thinking?"

The conversation continues until Barry suddenly said: "Tell me Len is it because you still see me as that middle schooler that would follow you around."

"Barry?" Len was so sorry about not being there but he did not understand what Barry meant by what he had just said.

He tried to step forward to hug Barry but he said, "I'm...I'm.. forget I'm just tired, I should just go home."

"Then I'll drive you."

"I think it for the best if you don't," with that Barry started to walk away. His head down will his shoulder pulled close, it could be said that he was trying to curl up in a ball while he walked' meaning he was trying not to cry.

Len started to move to follow him, but then Eddie came running out. "I have something! It's bad we need to go to the Captain."

Len looked at Eddie the back to where Barry had been. He grabbed Eddie, "Then let's go."

Apparently, Eddie had found that one of the officers on Lisa's list didn't have an alibi for this murder and two others like it. The officer in question also volunteered at the schools' campuses of the victims only days before they showed up dead.

Singh nodded "Only us in this room can know. We do this quickly and quietly because if you're wrong this could all blow up in our faces. Okay?" Eddie, Len, and Joe all nodded. "The suit up we're going now."

The guy opened fire the second they showed up. Singh had hit him and he went down like a sack of potatoes. When the entered the house they found another college student. Still alive and from the looks, of it, nothing had happened. Singh carefully helped the young man to one of the cars. When they got there the guy just grab Singh and sobbed out "I was so scared."

They also found photos of all his victims there were some they didn't know about. Then Len found a photo of Barry with Wally both where smiling at one other.

Len didn't wait for Singh to say it was okay for him to leave. He heard as he left Eddie to tell Singh about the photo will Barry and Wally. It didn't take him long to get to Barry's door. He knocks. He was fine. Len knew that but he couldn't shake the worry that what if they were too late?

Barry opened his door. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was puffy. He has been crying but he was alive. "Len?"

"We caught the guy."

Barry nodded softly," Good. That's good Len." if Len was being honest he expected more of a reaction from Barry. "It actually good you here. I talked with Captain Singh and I'm going to take some vacation days. Singh told to make sure to have my head on straight before I come back." Barry stops talks a lick his lip. He looked like he was trying to find the words. "I think it best if we… we don't talk while I do."

"Barry, if this about what happened with you all last night I'm sorry. I was work and didn't want Lisa party photo to distract me. I didn't… I didn't think anything would happen."

"I know Len. This is just about last night."

Len looks at Barry. His eye was on the floor. He was slightly curled into him held probably to stop himself from crying. "Okay," Len took a breath, "If that what you want Barry."

Barry nodded but didn't look up from the floor. "Okay. Okay." Len just left. Walked out of the apartment building and went to his car. What was going on? He had messed up. He knew that for sure, but when was the part that confused him. Barry had said it was not just about last night. So when? He would call Lisa and ask her but he knew, even though she was his sister, she be on Barry's side. Len drove to the one place that could help me get a sense of where the hell Len had Fucked this all up.

He arrived. Knocked on the door. The sound of people moving around could be heard. "Mick? I need to talk." He then heard a few hushed whispers.

"Just a second." Followed by the distinct sound of getting dress in a rush. Then out the door came a business guy in a suit. He hastily walked away.

"I probably should have called."

Mick lazily lend against the door frame with nothing but loose sweatpants, "Nan, gave you a chance to met Haircut."

"Haircut?"

"We judging on nickname now because I think you could do better the Scarlet."

"I wasn't judging just surprised that's all. What wrong with Scarlet?"

Mick shrugged and moved to invite him in. He grabbed a shirt that had been on the floor. Smelt it then put it on. "What up, Snart?"

"Barry said he's taking a vacation"

"Good for him he rarely does" Mick added as he sat down on the couch.

"He also told me during this time it is best if we didn't talk."

Mick wince at that, "What did you do?"

"That the thing I don't know."

"Okay, backpedal and tell me what happened."

Len did about the party going south and the killer officers that had Barry's picture. Len lost track a talk about some other things that happened.

Mick slow bobbed his head. "First, from the sound of it the rogue cop was probably after Wally, he's in college and Barry is not. Second, you messed up before the party from hell."

"Why?"

"Those four only go to that strip club when one of the is having relationship troubles."

"Good point, but where did it go wrong then?"

"The drunk phone call."

"What? I'm being pushed out because Barry drunk called me."

"No, you get push out because you can't man up and tell Barry you love him."

"You didn't hear me. I told him I loved him."

"No, you told him you friend loved him. When Barry told you he really loved you. You froze like a deer in headlights and ran away. I think Barry is tired of wait for you to man up and to tell him you love him too. You can't just keep standing in the sideline, something needs to happen and soon before it too late. Cause what I understand Barry done wait around, passing up the chance to be with someone because of you. So make up your mind Snart."

Len made a face at Mick. He knew he was right.