***Snart POV***

Leonard awoke feeling distinctly uncomfortable, with a bright light shining in his face. He opened his eyes and furrowed his brow in confusion upon finding he was not in his bed. Instead he was laid back in his recliner in front of the T.V., the morning news playing softly and the sun shining through the dusty windows of the warehouse. A clock in the lower right corner of the T.V. screen told him it was 9:30 AM. Rubbing a hand over his face, Leonard sat the chair up, remembering why he had slept here instead of in his bed. Should she have woken up, he had not wanted Mary to go wandering through the streets in her condition. As bad as he was, Snart knew that there were worse men in this part of town. So, being the light sleeper he was, he had taken to his recliner by the door so that he would be sure that she could not wander off in the middle of the night.

"I need coffee," he thought as he shook off the usual morning grogginess.

Though he was a light sleeper, thanks to his numerous stints in jail, he was actually a very slow starter in the morning, something his sister found quite funny. Finally a dry cough caught his attention and he turned toward the couch. Mary was still asleep, though she had managed to turn herself onto her right side, facing the back of the couch, with the blanket pulled up to her chin, huddled under it as if it were freezing in the room. Frowning at the sight, as the temp in the corner of the T.V. alongside the time said that it was already 80 degrees, well within comfort levels for most people, causing Leonard to walk over and check on her.

He felt his level of concern rise as he took in her features. Her face was unusually pale except for a bright flush of color on her cheeks. Reaching down he placed his hand on her forehead and softly cursed to himself as he felt her abnormally warm skin. He sighed in frustration, having thought he had gotten the wounds cleaned enough but it seemed infection had set in anyway, as she now had a fever. It was not very high but a fever nonetheless. Not happy with this turn, Leonard left the room to gather some more first aid supplies before heading to the small kitchen to put on some coffee. While there he grabbed some aspirin and a bottle of water from the fridge.

Returning to the room, Leonard placed his items on a low table in front of the couch before giving Mary's leg a firm nudge to wake her. However all he got was a groan as she tried to burrow further into the back of the couch. Leonard smirked at this response and gave her another nudge; it would seem he was not the only non-morning person here. Finally, Mary cracked one eye open and glared slightly at him.

"Leave me alone," she groaned, "I just got to sleep a little while ago."

Leonard snorted slightly, finding this response even more amusing, before bending down, placing his right arm under her, and pulling her to a seated position.

"I will take that as a "no,"" Mary grumbled, leaning back against him.

"You have slept all night," Leonard answered, trying to get her to sit upright on her own.

"No I haven't," she replied in a croaky voice, looking around the room through squinted eyes.

Leonard let out a slight huff of laughter, causing Mary to turn and glare at him.

"You snore," she stated wryly, as if this explained her lack of sleep, then turned to lean away from him missing the surprised raise of his brows.

Leonard knew that she had recognized him yesterday when she had woken up but, while most people were terrified of him, she still had the nerve to throw a little sass at him. This fact earned her some respect from him, as he could understand being in a vulnerable situation and having nothing but attitude to hide behind.

After she had leaned away to sit up on her own, Snart handed her the bottle of water and aspirin.

"Drink it slowly," he admonished before turning to her shoulder and carefully taking the bandage off.

"Okay, Dad," he heard her mutter sarcastically before taking the pills with a cautious sip of the water.

Her response caused a small smile to come to his face unknowingly, as her sass continued to amuse him.

"You should be careful doing that," she said suddenly causing him to look up from the gauze her was trying to remove gently to find her watching him from the corner of her eye.

"What?" he drawled, trying to figure out what she was referring to.

"Smiling," she answered, actually giving him a small smile of her own, "You may end up cracking your face."

Leonard could not help the small huff of laughter that escaped him as Mary turned away and gave a small, dry, chuckle of her own.

***Det. West POV***

Joe leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes in frustration. He had been working all night and most of the day and still could not find any solid leads as to where Snart could be holed up, that the warehouse district was a maze of abandoned building and old business that tended to attract the criminal element was no help either. Barry had been helping as much as he could, but between handing all the breachers that Zoom kept sending over to kill him and just the usual craziness that went on in Central City he had not had much rest. So Joe had told him to go home and sleep for a few hours, promising to call him if he found a lead.

However, that was starting to look less and less likely as Jameson and Sampson had demanded lawyers, refusing to talk even with council present. Joe had not expected them to give him anything anyway, seeing as they were career criminals and from the video evidence from the call center and what he had seen at the foundry it did not look as if they had parted with Snart amicably. So he doubted that they even knew where Snart was.

It still puzzled him as to why Snart would take the guard in the first place. Looking at the woman's records and financials, there was no way he would be holding her for ransom. She was the third shift supervisor for the security firm she worked for, made decent pay but not extravagant, neither did her parents have money. Her legal record was practically spotless, other than a speeding ticket from last year. Joe sighed and straightened, taking note that it was now past seven-thirty in the evening, when his phone rang.

"Detective West," he answered curtly, before coming fully straight before his computer at what the person on the other end was saying.

"Are you sure?" he questioned, as he grabbed his coat and ran for the elevator, "I'll be right there."

He then called Barry, waking him up from the sleepy sound of his voice.

"Barry, we found her," was all he had to say before he hear the sound of a loud whoosh and assumed it was Barry getting dressed at super speed.

"Where?" Barry asked, sounding fully awake now as Joe told him where to meet.

Sorry for the short chap, but I just could not help myself. This cliffie is just too delicious! I am still figuring out the next chap anyway and wanted to give you all something. Please enjoy and don't forget to review!