***Snart POV***

Snart finished pulling his car into the warehouse and closed the automatic door, before shutting off the engine. He then turned and stared at the unconscious woman in the seat next to him. Rubbing a hand roughly over his face he once again cursed Samson and Jameson for their stupidity and for putting him in this situation. Finally he sighed and got out of the car. Coming to the other side, he stooped down and carefully as he could, lifted her out, drawing only a slight moan of pain from her when her injured shoulder bumped his chest. He then carried her into the next room and laid her down on a couch before finally turning to look at the wound on her shoulder, taking off his heavy parka and casting it over a nearby chair.

Quickly and gently as he could, Snart unbuttoned and worked her uniform shirt off, breathing a slight sigh of relief at the sight of the black, spandex tank top she wore underneath. The last thing he wanted to deal with was the righteous indignation of a woman, when she woke up to find herself half naked. Finally able to get a closer look at the bullet wound, he was grateful to see that luck was on his side, as the bullet seemed to have passed through her shoulder sparing him the task of having to dig it out. The whole time he did this the only indication he got of her coming around was a couple moans of pain and the furrowing of her brow.

Snart left briefly to make a quick phone call and then get a couple of clean towels, a wash cloth, his first aid kit, and a bowl of water. In his line of work he had seen and tended to numerous injuries, including gunshot wounds. Carefully he placed one of the towels under her injured shoulder and began to clean away the blood from her shoulder, chest and back. When this was done, he put the bowl and wash cloth aside and grabbed the large bottle of peroxide from the first aid kit.

"Well, if she is not awake now," he thought grimly as he opened the bottle and held it above the entrance wound in her shoulder, "She will be in a moment."

Steeling himself for her reaction, Snart tipped the bottle and poured the peroxide directly on the wound. Within seconds the woman's eyes popped open and she shot upright with a shrill scream of pain.

Snart quickly put the bottle down and wrapped his arms around her to keep her from lashing out violently at him or causing herself farther injury, pinning her left arm and shoulder against his chest and holding her right arm tightly to her body. This, however, did not stop her from struggling; though with everything she had been through in the last forty-eight hours, Snart still had the upper hand strength wise and was able to subdue her until she stopped struggling. Finally, she sagged down against him, breathing hard and shaking with pain. Snart took the opportunity to reach up and move her hair over her right shoulder, out of the way, and then turned to pick up the peroxide again. His movements caused her to turn and look at him with fear and pain filled eyes.

Leonard saw the moment she understood what he had done and was about to do again.

"No, please, no," she begged, trying vainly to get out of his grip, "Please stop."

"It has to be done," he replied in an emotionless voice and turning away from the pleading looking in her eyes, "You don't want it infected."

He then tipped the bottle and poured the peroxide over the exit wound on her back, causing her to scream in pain again and bury her face in his shoulder. Leonard waited for her to calm down, clenching his jaw as he felt tears start to soak into his shirt and really starting to rethink going back and killing Samson and Jameson.

***Mary POV***

Shadows and voices drifted past me, not enough of a bother to lure me out of the semi-conscious state in which I found myself. Pain and fear were far away, though I heard a shout and then I could sense myself being moved. The only thing that seemed to rouse me further was a quick jolt of pain coming from my shoulder, as if it had bumped into something hard. Then I was being shifted around, not helping the pain in my shoulder which kept trying to pull me back into the world of the living when I wanted to stay here where it was safe and away from the pain. Unfortunately, that decision was ripped from me and I was brutally pulled back to full consciousness as it felt like someone had poured scalding hot water on my shoulder.

When the pain finally lessened, I turned to face whoever it was that had caused my pain and found myself face-to-face with a familiar man. The man that Samson had called Snart had me tightly pinned against him as he reached for something. Catching a glimpse of a recognizable brown bottle, I realized what had been the cause of my pain and not amount of begging was going to stop him from doing the same to the wound on my back. I screamed as pain flooded my sense again and buried my face in Snart's shoulder, trying to hide the tears that flowed down my face. In the back of my mind I knew he was right about the wounds needing to be cleaned, but that did not mean I had to be happy about it.

Finally he released me and I steadied myself, leaning forward on my shaking arms. Suddenly I felt him press something soft slathered in something cold to the wound on my back causing me to flinch and hiss in pain. Turning to look, I caught the sight of something stark white and recognized that it was a thick pad of gauze that he was carefully taping in place. Once he finished with my back he gave my arm a small nudge and taped another pad of gauze to the wound in the front of my shoulder before tightly wrapping some bandages around it. Watching him, I tried to figure out why he was helping me since he had been partners with the two men who had abducted me in the first place.

However, before I could ask he put gentle pressure on my uninjured shoulder and pushed me until I was again lying down once more. He then picked up a cloth out of a bowl, rang it out and started cleaning the raw rope burns encircling my wrists. As the water touched the wounds I yelped and tried to pull my hand away. He simply tightened his grip and continued what he was doing.

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly and I looked up at him in surprise, forgetting for a moment about the pain my tired mind tried to process his sudden curiosity.

He looked at me when I did not answer and I found myself replying without even thinking.

"Mary," I said.

"My name's Leonard," he replied before going silent.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked before hissing in pain as he hit a tender spot.

"What happened to you was not part of the plan," he replied.

"The plan?" I asked but all I got was smirk as an answer before I noticed him placing a towel under my wrists and reaching for the peroxide again.

Seeing what he was about to do, I went to sit up and tucked my hands to my chest.

"Oh no," I said, shaking my head trying to scoot away. Snart gave me a look of impatience, as if I were an uncooperative child.

"Those wounds need to be cleaned," he said in a maddeningly calm voice, "Unless you want them infected."

I ground my teeth at his logic, knowing he was right and hating it. Finally, I extended my hands out and he pushed me back so that I was lying down again. Only this time he kept his left hand on my uninjured shoulder and his forearm firmly across the upper portion of my chest.

"On three," he said and I nodded, blowing out an anxious breath.

"One…tw…AHHHHHHH!" I started but did not even get past two when he poured the peroxide over my wrists, "YOU SAID THREE THAT WAS BARELY ONE AND A HALF!"

Before I could react beyond screaming at him in pain, Snart quickly turned my wrists over and emptied the last of the peroxide over them and finally let me up.

I shot upright once more and cradled my arms to my chest, huffing and groaning in pain when it hit me. The pain from both my shoulder and wrists being too much.

"Move!" I groaned shifting toward the edge of the couch.

"MOVE!"I shouted once more before leaning over the edge of the couch and losing whatever have been on my stomach, which was nothing but bile.

I barely had time to register that Snart had pushed a bucket beneath my head. I stayed that was for a few minutes, dry heaving before black spots began to dance before my eyes and I finally passed out.

***Snart POV***

Leonard was not surprised when Mary suddenly yelled at him to move and then subsequently vomited. His sister had reacted the same way when he had cleaned her first gunshot wound. He merely pushed the bucket he had next to the couch for this very reason, under her head and held back her hair, waiting for her to finish. But he was caught off guard when she groaned and slumped to the side, causing him to have to quickly wrap in arms around her ribs to keep her from face planting into the floor. He carefully placed her back on the couch before quickly bandaging her wrists.

Finally done, Leonard quickly cleaned up the mess, placed a blanket over her and then turned on the T.V. to see whether or not the last bit of his plan had made the news.

***Det. West POV***

Det. West entered the old abandoned iron foundry and watched as the second of two men were carted out to the ambulance. About twenty minutes ago they had gotten an anonymous phone call alerting them to the location of these two wanted men. What concerned the detective was that the security guard that they had kidnapped was nowhere to be found.

"Hey, Joe," one of the officers called to him, "You may want to see this."

Joe walked over and saw what the man was referring to. He then walked outside and called Barry.

"Hey Joe," Barry answered, "Did you find anything at the foundry?"

"Yeah," Joe answered, "Both of the men are here, but someone got to them first."

"What do you mean?" Barry asked.

"Well they were both knocked out," Joe replied, "And one of them, a man named Marcus Samson, had frostbite on his right hand."

"You thinking what I am?" Barry asked his voice tight with concern.

"Yeah, Snart got to them first." Joe replied, "But why would he take the guard they kidnapped?"

"I don't know," Barry answered, "That's not like him."

"No it's not," Joe said quietly, dread settling in the pit of his stomach as he walked out past the gathering crowd of reporters to his car.