"Now that everyone is here, shall we begin?"
Puckerman whistled under his breath after Barry finished telling his annoying elaborate scheme. "Damn Smythe, I honestly think that this is one of your craziest plans yet."
"Perhaps, but it might just be crazy enough to work." Blaine admitted.
"You're seriously planning on going through with this Scarlet? This is, after all, a crime." Leonard asked.
"I'll do whatever it takes." Barry stated firmly.
With a killer smirk, Santana jumped up from the couch, "Well then, we each know our role. Let's get started."
"Let phase one begin." Felicity announced.
Phase 1:
Leonard Snart was as cool as ice as he walked through the dimly lit bar. This was his comfort zone, surrounded by those with questionable backgrounds. Ordering his usual drink of vodka on the rocks, he leaned back against the bar, subtly watching all of the establishments occupants.
According to the Intel Barry's odd little blond friend somehow managed to dig up (he was actually very impressed by her hacking skills, and made a note to ask her to work for him), the men who attacked the Scarlet Speedsters friend usually hung out around here. Now, all he had to do was wait.
Thankfully, it wasn't for long, since at that very moment, a man Leonard recognized as Emmanuel Fray walked through the door. He was one of the three people that attacked that Jeff kid, and if Snart remembered straight, which he always did, he was also the one with the largest reputation. That made hi job marginally easier.
Downing the rest of his drink, Snart approached the booth Fray was in, and sat across from the soon to be prisoner. "I hear you're the man to come to when one needs a crew."
Fray quickly looked him up and down, and replied, "I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you are talking about."
Continuing, Snart elaborated, "You see, I'm not from around here. But I've gotten some tips that are sure to make me a rich man. But I don't have my crew, which is why I'm even here talking to you. Now I don't have much time, it's honestly a simple question: Do you want to make money, or not?"
Fray had an indecisive look on his face, and it was obvious that he didn't trust Snart. However greed quickly won the battle, and took over, "I've got two boys. They're my regular crew. That enough?"
Snart smiled, "More than enough. Come; let's talk somewhere more private. Oh, and call those boys of yours." As he grabbed his discarded jacket and got out of the boot, he sent out a quick text message: "Commence phase 2."
"Whose the target?" Fray asked.
"A former French Model, Sebastian Smythe."
Phase 2:
While Snart was hiring his crew of thieves, Barry, Felicity, Blaine and Kurt stayed in the penthouse. Felicity Smoak was in the middle of doing what she does best: hacking everything from the FBI to traffic cams.
A ping went off on the computer she was working on. Turning around in her chair, she announced to the room, "Snart completed phase 1. Onto the second phase."
In the center of the living room, stood Barry and Blaine, both decked out in tuxedoes. Nodding to Felicity, Blaine took out his cellphone and snapped a selfie of he and Barry smiling.
He quickly posted it on twitter, along with the caption: "So excited to be spending the night at an art auction with my best friend! Love you Sebastian! Take that OfficialCooperAnderson !"
Barry chuckled as he read the tweet over Blaine's shoulder. "You know, I've been meaning to ask, but why are you and Cooper always fighting over me via Twitter?"
Blaine blushed and answered, "Well, it all started when Cooper tweeted that you were his best friend. Obviously, I tweeted back to correct him, that no, in fact, you were MY best friend. He then stated that he's known you longer, which I replied that you were my age, and the rest is history."
Kurt then interjected, "If I wasn't so secure in our marriage, I would feel really threatened by now."
"Aw, don't be jealous Lady Hummel! I do love you too!" Barry cooed.
"Get a hobby Smythe! Pretending to be gay isn't as funny anymore."
"Who says I'm pretending?"
"Anyways! It's time to start the video stream. Start it up honey." Blaine told his husband, ending the bickering.
Sighing, Kurt picked up the video camera, and with the go ahead from Felicity, started recording his husband and best man.
"Hello world of Twitter! I'm Blaine Anderson, and I'd like to thank you for joining my first live video stream! I'd also like to introduce you to my best friend, and best man of my wedding, Sebastian Smythe! He's a former French male model, and is currently a billionaire investor and company owner. To be honest I'm not exactly sure what he does. " Blaine said cheerfully into the camera.
Barry, now in complete Sebastian mode, smirked and greeted," Hey guys! Like killer over here said, the name's Sebastian Smythe. Nice to talk to you."
"So, the cool thing about this live stream is that you guys, the fans, can ask us questions that we answer. Just tag my name and hashtag #AskBlaine. Looks like we already got some questions!" Blaine exclaimed, looking at his phone. He then picks a random question, and asks out loud, "Dear Blaine, how did you meet this super hot guy? P.S. is Kurt jealous of him?"
Sebastian barks out in laughter, slinks his arms around his friends shoulders, and answers with a smirk, "We actually met in high school. I was Captain of Blaine's former Glee Club. He instantly fell in love with my good looks, great charm, and deliciously seductive voice. Honestly Lady Hummel never stood a chance."
Behind the camera, Kurt rolled his eyes at Sebastian's classic dramatics.
Blaine quickly interjected, "I actually hated him. He was an ass."
"A great ass."
Blaine rolled his eyes, "An ass nonetheless. But Kurt hated him a lot more."
"Which is understandable, I was everything Kurt wasn't: Hot, charming, irresistible, rich, smart, really I could go on and on."
"More like you persistently made fun of him every chance you got."
Sebastian just shrugged, "He got what was coming to him."
"Any who, it was actually my brother Cooper that made me really get close to Sebastian. Apparently the two of them became friends the year before when Coop was shooting a commercial in Paris. They apparently met at a café, and quickly became good friends. I'm glad for it too, despite being annoying sometimes, Bassy really is the best friend I could ever ask for."
"I always knew you secretly liked me killer." Sebastian said with a wink.
While all of this was going on, Felicity was checking Twitter. Already, Blaine's post had over 500 thousand retweets, while his live stream currently had over a million currently watching. She then sent out a message to Santana, saying, "Phase 2 complete. Begin Phase 3."
She received a message back saying, "Eye-eye hot stuff. Phase 3 is underway."
Felicity couldn't help but roll her eyes. Barry had some really weird friends.
Phase 3:
After replying to Felicity, Santana logged onto Blaine's live stream. Adjusting her seat on the bar, she looked at the bartender, "Isn't Smythe so dreamy?"
The bartender, a pretty young woman, looked at Santana's phone, where the video was playing, and replied, "I guess, if you're into his type."
"Honey, he's everyone's type. But I happen to be the lucky girl he's taking to the auction tonight." Santana stated proudly.
The bartender looked surprised, "Really? How did you manage that?"
Santana just gave her a look, as if she was mentally slow, "I'm a model, he's a model, how do you think? We met at a photo-shoot a few years back."
"Huh. That's crazy. But aren't you afraid? Smythe is rich, and this auction is a pretty big event. What if you get robbed or something?" The bartender asked, pouring her another drink.
Santana just scoffed, "Oh please, that's what Noah is here for." Pointing to Puckerman in the corner of the room, who has his arms folded and is staring directly at Santana. "He's Smythes personal body guard, and frankly, the only one he uses and needs. He's more than enough to deal with any threat. Now if you excuse me, I need to go get ready for this auction." Leaving her seat, Santana stumbles slightly in an obvious sign of tipsiness, before exiting the bar, Puckerman following her.
Pulling out her cell phone, the Bartender dials her boyfriend, Scott Franks, also known as one of the three who attacked Jeff. "Hey baby, remember when you said you were targeting Smythe? Well, I have some information for you. Apparently he'll only have one body guard as protection."
Phase 4:
The art auction took place in a grand ballroom in one of New Yorks finest hotels. Dozens of high-class members in society mingled around, taking a look at the options available to bid on.
With Santana hanging off his arm, Sebastian loudly exclaimed to his friend Blaine, "I am sure to win the Da Vinci. I have always wanted one of his paintings. There is no way I will leave the auction tonight without the painting."
"Cocktail sir?" Leonard Snart dresses as a waiter offered. That was the code word. All three muggers were in the building.
"Barry, I have sights on Fray, Scott, and Moores. Everything is going perfectly. Keep an eye on the west exit." Felicity told him through his earpiece.
"Thank you." Sebastian said as he accepted the cocktail from Leonard. Keeping an eye on Puckerman, who was lurking near by, he nodded towards him before making his way to the bidding room.
Art piece after art piece was shown and bought; however Sebastian bid on none; until the Da Vinci painting was uncovered.
He bid high, he bid fast, and all too soon the painting was declared to be his. "They're gonna move soon, stay on watch Barry." Felicity warned him.
Nodding at Santana, she took a wine flask, and turning abruptly, she 'accidently' poured it on Sebastian. Looking at his now soaking wet clothes, Santana apologized, while he dismissed it with a wave of his hand. He went straight for the bathroom to clean it up.
Flashback
Barry sat around his penthouse along with the other members of this impromptu mission, as he explained his plan.
"Look, all you need to do Snart is convince the others that the best way to steal the Da Vinci painting is through me. Tell them you received a tip that I am 100% going to buy the painting. I have a few other plans to make sure that they think I'll be an easy mark. Now, the Da Vinci will be too heavily guarded before the auction. The time it is the least protected will be after the actual auction. Once the bidding has completed, Santana will make a distraction. This will give me some time before I actually have to go and pay for the painting. It is then when you will strike."
End of Flashback
While Sebastian was trying to take the wine stains out of his suit, a commotion was occurring inside the bidding room. Fray, Scotts, and Moores, dressed up as waiters, took out guns, and kept the whole room hostage.
"Where is Snart man?! He's supposed to be here! The cops will be here soon!" Moores exclaimed.
"Calm down man! Snart said he'll be here, then he'll be here! Any minute now." Fray attempted to reassure his friend.
Minutes passed, as the thieves got more and more worried with each passing second. On the other side of the ballroom, Sebastian was still in the bathroom, happily humming to himself as he waited out what he knew to be a hostage situation outside.
The door to the bathroom opened, and in walked Leonard Snart.
"This has been fun Scarlet, despite your friends being more insane then you are. If you ever need this sort of help again, you know where to find me." Snart told Barry.
"I hope I'll never need you again. Remember, as soon as you walk out of those doors, you're back to being Captain Cold, one of the villains I work to put behind bars." Barry reminded him.
"Duly noted. Until next time, Flash." And with that, Snart walked out of the bathroom doors.
Chuckling, Barry got out his cellphone and dialed 911.
Breaking News!
Criminals Emmanuel Fray, Scott Franks, and Wilson Moores imprisoned after holding an auctioneer event hostage. Thanks to an anonymous tip, FBI was able to send a swat team and apprehend the violent criminals. They are now serving a life sentence behind bars. Oddly, however, the Da Vinci painting, which was to be sold to Billionaire Sebastian Smythe, ended up mysteriously missing during the chaos. Was this all a work of a mastermind, or just an eerie coincidence? We may never know…
Barry chuckled as he read the evening paper. Tossing it aside, he made his way down the hospital halls, and into room 203, where his friend was lying.
"You're not looking too good. But then again, you never did." Barry told his old friend with a smirk.
Laughing, Nick replied, "I still look better than you Meerkat."
Hugging his good friend, Barry jestered towards Jeff, who was still lying comatose on the bed, "How's he doing?"
"He'll be fine. The doctors say he should wake up any day now." Nick answered.
Running a hand through his hair, Barry replied, "Good, that's good."
"You just missed Blaine by the way. I'm pretty sure he went down stairs to get come food."
"Really? I'll go see how he's up to then. Need anything while I'm down there?"
"No, but thanks. I'm really glad you're here Bassy."
"Me too. I'll be right back." And with a final smile, Barry left the room and proceeded down to the cafeteria.
Plopping onto his friend's table, Barry asked, "Did you see the evening news?"
"I did. Good Job Bassy." Blaine complimented.
"Couldn't have done it without you Killer." Barry admitted.
"So, did Snart really take the painting?" Blaine whispered.
Shrugging, Barry replied, "Yeah, but he has more use for it than I do. Let him keep it."
"Whatever you say." Blaine relented.
Standing up, Barry said, "Come on, let's go keep Nick and Jeff some company. They always were hopeless without us."
Laughing, Blaine followed his best friend. Yeah, Barry decided, revenge really is sweet.