CHAPTER 4

(The Flash 1x10)

Fire & Ice Part 2

On the way to Jitters, Mick was bombed Leonard by the questions on Flash so much that Leonard realy want to punch him. And if Mick wasn't ddriving right now, he would have done it. But having an accident just before kidnapping wasn't in his plan. "So Flash is someone like Quicksilver." Mick murmured at last, glad he finally understood.

"Who?" Leonard frowned.

"Quicksilver, one of the X-men. Realy cool guy, he has super-slow effects when only he moves." Mick explained, and Leonard raised his eyebrows in surprise. Of all the possible films, this wasn't a genre he expect from Mick. "She liked the first X-men movie, so I watch them now. It's not bad, just the bad guys alway lose." Mick said. Sure, his daughter and Mick's special style of mourning. Instead of trying to cope with the tragedy and perhaps forget it, he pour a salt into the wound.

"Yeah, something like that." Leonard murmured.

"Um ... And how do we get him?"

"First things first. We're kidnapping... Dr. Snow." he didn't even know why he called her doctor, he usually people didn't say titles if they didn't deseve his respect. But when he thought about it now, the courage she had shown when she saved Flash was enought to deserve it. Yes, Dr. Caitlin Snow has earned his respect.

When they reached the café, the first thing Mick wanted to do was go in and start fire. Leonard would like to say that Mick is a little bit crazy at this time of year, but he would have lied. Mick is like this all year round.

"No!" Leonard hissed and stroked Mick with a cold glance. "We'll wait for her outside."

"But it's cold outside." Mick protested and Leonard rolled his eyes. Like a little kid... Leonard wanted to give him a snarky answer when the door of Jitters opened and the young brunette came out. Doctor Caitlin Snow.

"A game begins." Leonard sneered and walked toward her. Mick immediately followed him. And when they got to her, she was just looking for the car keys, Leonard fired from the cold gun. The blue flare passed over her head and froze the door of her car. Dr. Snow stopped and slowly turned to the two men behind her. She had fear in her eyes. Leonard smiled badly and leaned cold gun on his cold shoulder. "Car trouble?" He asked with his usual sarcasm. Snow began to scream and shake with the frozen door in an effort to get in the car and drive away. In vain. Mick grabbed her waist and picked her up as if she weigh nothing. Yes, Mick may not have been the smartest one, but he was definitely a strongest one.

Dr. Snow still screamed when Mick was carrying her in the car. An attempt to squeeze out of his hands she biting Mick in hand and screamed again. Mick lost his nerves when he made her sat down on the back seat and she tried to run out around him. He thrust her back on the seat and hit her head. The doctor immediately lost her consciousness.

"Mick!" Leonard scream and pushing him away from the unconscious doctor.

"What? I didn't kill her." Mick shrugged his shoulders and sat down behind the wheel. Leonard just rolled his eyes. Of course, he can control Mick's goals, but he can't control the ways how Mick gets it. But they done what they need to do, they have a doctor in the backseat.

xxx

"What with her now?" Mick murmured as he entered the warehouse with an unconscious woman across his shoulder. It was simlier to hold her when she didn't defend herself.

"To the main room." said Leonard. Mick didn't say anything and do it.

The main room was only the largest part of the warehouse where they were mainly trained with their guns. It was separated rom the rest of space only by bulkheads. So Leonard will have enough time to plan a next steps, and they also could hear every of her desperate escape attempts.

"Tide her to the chair, to not run away when she wakes up. And watch her."

Mick frowned. "What are you going to do?" he muttered dissatisfied. Mick hated anything which was boring. And watching a scientist was boring.

"I'll make a plan." Leonard explained, as if it were perfectly clear.

"You don't have it yet?" Mick holled, and over the whole storehouse reverberated various curses that had just come to his mind.

But it didn't put Leonard off. He start with plan C, a.k.a. kidnapping, from the moment he met Dr. Caitlin Snow in the shop. He already has a rough foundations of the plan, it just need fine-tuning. And also incorporate plan D, harm to Flash's emotions, and plan E, eventual escape.

Mick walked between the tool racks and screamed angrily. He even started to curse in other languages. Other than English, Mick couldn't speak in other langage than English, but he could curse in ten different ones, as he allways boasted. And years before, it was realy usefull to prevent repetition in school...

"Putain! Baise! Verdamm! "(French, German)

"Mick." Leonard tried to stop the whistle of curses.

"Do frasa! Cazzo! Yebat' t'o! Potyaginat'! Kurva! Vittu!"(Slovak, Italian, Russian, Czech, Finnish)

"Mick!" Leonard shouted and finally getting his partner's attention. Mick turned to him and glared at him with an angry look. Leonard raised his hands to sign the surrender, and continued. "I already have a plan, I just need to fine-tune the details." he said in the quietest voice.

"Yeah? So, tell me!"

Leonard suddenly felt like a toreador dressed all in red, trying to convince an angry bull that he actually liked the red and had to attack on blue. "We'll wait for our lovely doctor wake up here first." He nodded toward the chair where the woman was chained. Mick, however, didn't stop look at Leonard. He crossed his arms across his chest and stepped in front of him instead. Leonard sighed. "We will make a short video which will lure Flash out." Mick open his mouth to say something, but Leonard stopped him. "No, no, no, don't worry. We'll send it to local news. They'll dive on it immediately. A live kidnapping and a direct threat to the local urban legend? That's exactly the material they need. They'll broadcast it at the earliest opportunity. "Mick nodded his head for approval and relaxed his stood. "We'll meet with him. We just say in the video where we'll meet, otherwise the Dr. Snow will die."

"But won't the cops come too?"

Leonard smiled. It was a bad, scary smile which didn't touch his eyes, they staied dangerously cold. "Mick, the cop's don't have any chance against our guns."

"It doesn't seems like that in hangar."

"It was new to me in the hangar." he cream angrily, and Mick twich himself nervously, and the strapped doctor mumbled quaietly. Leonard took a deep breath to calm himself. "Now I'm ready for it." he added, and Mick didn't ask how.

"Well, what about her? What if he's going to save her instead of fighting?" Mick nodded to Dr. Snow.

Leonard's dark smile returned. "So we'll make sure there will be waiting a little surprise for Flash."

Mick start thinking and had the same dark smile on his face as Leonard. "I like it." He nodded his head for a moment, until he frowned again. And Leonard's thoughts was just: What again? "And what do we do with Flash when we get him?"

Leonard looked back at the chair and watched Dr. Snow for a moment. A normal person wouldn't notice anything, but his attentive eyes couldn't miss her body was suddenly stiff and her muscles clenched. She was awake. "Then, my dear friend, then we come to him and we will hug him to death." he added exaggeratedly sweet, so much he wanted to vomit from his own tone.

"What the hell are you saying, Snart? Where are you going?"

"Show our little Sleeping Beauty her new castle. And if you don't want this place to be the last thing you see, you will do exactly what I say. Do you understand?" he said calm and cold, and it was what the poor doctor scared the most. She dismayly nodded, unable to speak. Leonard smiled and leaned closer. "There is no vacuum cleaner with LED lights to save you, today." he whispered softly that only she could hear it, and Mick could just guess what he was saying to her.

"You know it was a vacuum cleaner?" she ask as quietly as he did. She wasn't even able to speak loudly, with her shaking voice.

"Your little friend should be more careful if the bad guy is far enough to start telling a secret." He grinned again. And Snow's eyes widened. He knew they were bluffing. He knew that if he returned, they were defenseless against him. And he went away anyway. This man is probably a bigger mystery than she thought.

xxx

Plan D, which was also a fuse to not make Flash think on saving a doctor and making them look like fools when he didn't appear (again), went easy. All he had to do was tell Mick to make a bomb. Mick didn't protest, he looked like a child at Christmas morning. God knows how this man loves anything flammable and explosive.

But Leonard was worried about plan E. There was no one on his list of occasional 'coworkers' to whom he believed enough to put his freedom into their hand. And Mick's freedom, of course. There was one other option, but he didn't want to use it. And so he read the list of contacts on his phone. Adams E. No, unreliable. Bennett A. (Andy) It didn't work well lastime. Bratrov K. No, Leonard don't want be dragged with mafia wannabe. García E. In prison. Hollows M. Hates Mick, he would have thrown them off in the first occasion. Howard N. Missing. Martínez J. In prison with García. Lisa... NO! Turner L. Leonard heard, he had had drug problems lately. Morgan D. (Dan) A month ago, Leonard frozed him. Parker J (Joe). Apparently still upset that Leonard froze Dan a month ago ... Rory M. Mick is with him now... Snart Fucking L. NO! NO! NEVER! Ward J. A week ago, he ran behind the Mexican border...

He probably will not have other choice. But one more time... Adams E. No, unreliable. Bennett A. It didn't work well lastime. Bratrov K...

"Hey, Snart. The bomb is done." Mick said, pulling Leonard out of contemplation. "Should I put it there?" he smirked, with a malicious smile.

"No, not yet." Leonard sighed and choose the name. Mick was offended, looking like an angry child, but Leonard ignored him. "We'll make the video first. Find the camera. It'll be somewhere in the back." he said without looking up from the phone and going outside. If plans C and D fail, Dr. Snow doesn't have to know what plan E is and warn the police. Or Flash.

He doesn't want it to end like this. He wanted to hold her as far away as possible. Speeders are dangerous. But he had no choice. And so he pressed the call button...

She didn't pick it up, of course. She never pick up her phone, she forgetting to turn on the ringtones. She always found out someone called her at the end of the day. The hell will freeze on the day he picks up the phone dring the day. Thank God for the answering machine. And so he was forced to tell the plan E to impersonal answering machine.

When Leonard went into the warehouse again, a big blow came, followed by a curse. "'ve got the camera." Mick said when he saw Leonard and waved with it in the air. Leonard, however, focused his gaze on the spilled boxes behind his partner, which Mick apparently threw down when he search the camera. Leonard just rolled his eyes.

"Great." Leonard said lazily, hiding the phone in his pocket and taking the camera from Mick. For a moment he turned it in his hands, something didn't seem good on it. And when he tried to open it, the screen fell. Leonard raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Mick. He was nervous.

"It had to break when the boxes fell down." Mick grunted, rubbing his shaven head, "Is there other one?"

"No." Leonard snapped and put the camera away in disgust at the counter behind him and leaned his back against it. He put his hands on his chest and start thinking.

"So what now?"

"Thinking, Mick." Leonard said, looking around the room. They need something with the camera. He could use the camera on his phone in his pocket, but he would have to hold it. The image would shake and it would look amateurish and it wouldn't have the desired effect. The real camera would be better, they could put it on something. Perhaps... a computer. Yes, it will work. Every computer has a built-in camera. And he can put it on one of the raised racks. "Got it." muttered Leonard to himself and went to the computer. He opened it and stepped away. "Here we have a camera." he said proudly, pointing to the small camera above the screen.

"And will that be enough?"

"Well, the quality won't be the best, but it will fulfilled the purpose." Leonard rubbed his lower lip and nodded his head on side in his typical Snart's gesture. Then he stared at Mick and frowned. "Bring her." He shuffled, nodding to the place where Dr. Snow was tied to the chair.

Mick just nodded and went there.

In the meantime, Leonard turned on the camera on the computer and set the angle and brightness. He put his blue parka on, which had become his unofficial supervillain costume, and put his glasses over his neck. After today, everyone will know his name, but they don't need to know his face. People could find how he looks on the internet, but people are lazy. And thanks to their laziness, they will be able to walk around the city, almost unrecognizable.

Mick came, and with a doctor who had her hands tied behind her back, trying to get out of his tight grip. In vain.

"Take your glasses on. I'll watch her." Leonard said, and Mick frowned. But he didn't ask anything, and let go of the doctor's arm. Leonard immediately grabbed her for another one, to she won't run. But the doctor tried to get away from him. Leonard didn't expect anything else. He took a cold gun and the barrel aimed at her face. "Enough!" He yelled at her, and she stopped. "Be a good girl, and you will come back home without a single scratch." he told her sweetly with a slight nod of his head. Then his gaze colded. "But if you won't, well... Flash will find you with a few... modifications." he split out ominously and looked directly at his weapon. The doctor widened her eyes and stopped twitching. "Good." he smiled again. "Now we're going to make a little invitation video for our scarlet friend."

Just as he said, Mick appeared again on the doctor's left, and Leonard handed her to him.

"What do you want to do with him?" Dr. Snow asked in a shaky voice.

"Oh, just play a little game, nothing more." Leonard smiled, but his tone remained cold.

"No! No, I won't let you!" screamed the doctor with the newly found courage. Leonard ignored her and put on his glasses.

"And we start... now." Leonard pressed a button, and in the corner of the monitor, where he saw Mick, twitching doctor and himself, appeared red flashing REC. "Greetings, citizens of Central City. I'm Leonard Snart. But you can call me Cold." he began with his pre-arranged speech, and leaned to the computer so close he was shadowing two figures behind him for a while. "I'm gonna make this very simple for everyone. That red streak you've been hearing whispers about, the one mysteriously saving people these past few months... Well, surprise, he's real. He calls himself the Flash." he couldn't help, but he chuckled at his name. But jokes aside, now they have to arrange their little meeting... at the moon. "Porter and main, tonight, sundown." he said coldly to show how serious he was. But he couldn't forgive a small dent. "Come out, come out, wherever you are, flash. Show the whole world you're real." then Leonard moved a bit to show the doctor and his partner and looking at them for a moment. Then he turned back to the camera. "Or this woman dies." he added ominously.

The doctor began to shake even more than she had done before. But Mick grabbed her harder and pulled her out of the frame. "No, don't come for me. Stay away! They're-" But Leonard ignored her and turned off the camera just by pressing the button. "gonna kill you."

Leonard sighed and took off his glasses. "Tie her again." he ordered Mick to put her in a chair. But the doctor started to defy herself. But Leonard went on with a gun again, and this time he turned it on. There was a squeamish sound coming from the gun and the doctor froze. "Hn... Didn't I told you to be a good girl?" he asked with a cold smile. He bent that he was at the level of her eyes and continued to aim the gun on her. "And you didn't listen." he sighed, almost sadly. The doctor was so frightened that she stop didn't moving and Mick bound her wrist to the backrests. "But I must admit that your attempt to warn him was quite heart-bracking." Leonard sneered as Mick tied her ankles to her chair. "It will give our video a new level. I appreciate it." The right corner of his mouth move in a giddy smirk. "Maybe I won't punish you..." he stretched, stood up and left. Mick had already tied her, it wasn't necessary to distract her anymore.

He went back to the computer and in a few minutes sent the video to each local station.

"What now?" Mick asked.

"We have nine hours before the sundown. We'll have some rest before this show starts." he replied and closing the computer lid.

"Do you think they will show it?" Mick went on, and Leonard rolled his eyes.

"As I said before. It's local news, they'll dive on it." Leonard murmured unobtrusively, taking a hammer from the nearest table and hit the computer several times. Mick raised his eyebrows, and Leonard shrugged. "They can find the IP address."

"You should tell me to burn it…"

xxx

There was an hour until sundown. During the last night, Leonard sleept barely four hour from that eight. Mick forced him to look at the Avengers: Age of Ultron and X-Men: First Class, due to the Quicksilver he mentioned last night. The Avengers were not so bad, just some things didn't make a sense to him. Maybe because he didn't see the first avenges' movie. And in the middle of the X-men he fell asleep before he could see the slow-motion scene Mick mentioned. Mick apparently didn't mind and keep watching. He judged it at least, according to the amount of empty cans of beer and the fact that the computer (the older type they spare for case of emergency) was now playing Crystal Inferno.

"Time to go, Mick." Leonard murmured, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Put the bomb there."

Mick grinned badly. "With pleasure." And with that, Mick ran to the poor doctor.

Leonard get the phone. Just one message, an one word. Understand. That was all he needed to know. Plan E is in motion. Time to move. He looked at the Internet, the local Internet news. Their video was everywhere, on every page. Apparently, it was broadcast not only by local new, but also by the state news. To be honest, he didn't expect such interest. On the other hand, Flash was a hero, and this topic attracts attention from the Star City incident. People like to believe in superheroes, as in their children's years.

The comments under the video were varied. Some said it was a trick, another was just stupid, and others couldn't wait to see the proof of the existence of Flash. Weren't there enough proofs for those months.

He didn't have enough time to read all the comments, so he turned to Mick again. In the meantime, Mick was threatened to the doctor. Leonard wouldn't have any problem with that, he'd threatened and intimidated her before. But Mick was pointing at her with his heat gun and telling her how he going to burn her. And Leonard was well aware of how thin line between threatening and a real action to Mick. He had to intervene. "Mick." he exclaimed and Mick paused. The doctor stared at Leonard with pretended courage. But in her eyes he saw relief, and perhaps... thanks for stoping the pyroman. "Time to go." he said coldly, without interrupting the eye contact with the doctor. But then he looked down and went out.

Mick followed him after a moment. "The bomb is put on." Mick said simply. Leonard merely nodded for understand and then they went to the car together.

The road was quiet. Mick drove as always. Nobody said a word until they reached the place. The traffic at the junction was closed, from all four sides the road was blocked by police cars.

"What now, Snart?" muttered Mick. "It's full of cops." Leonard was silent, and Mick frowned. "Do you really think Flash will come?"

"He will come if he wants Dr. Snow back. And after what she showed in that video..." Leonard sneered and putting his glasses on. Mick did the same.

"And the cops?"

Leonard turned to him and grimaced. "Let's go." he said simply and stepped out f the car. And Mick did the same again. As they approached the police cars, the police officers immediately began to aim at them. But Leonard expected it. He took the cold gun, pointing directly at them, and without stopping, he screamed "If you don't want to be freezed or burn, let us get through." And it worked. The police officers immediately lowered their weapons and let them pass between their cars, directly at an agreed place. And just a few seconds later after they stepped into the junction, Flash come. He took a deep breath and looked around at the surprised police officers.

"The scarlet speedster." Leonard screamed maybe too enthusiastic. He came. He really came. They did it, they lured him out. "Any preference on how you'd like to die? The flame or the frost?" Leonard smirked without stopping. Flash stared at them angrily, and walked toward them, surprisingly slow. Well, in human speed, more precisely. "Not in the mood for chitchat. Gotcha. Ready when you are." Leonard said, and he and Mick turned on their guns. But before they could shoot, Flash ran between them. They turned to him quickly and fired. Flash was running in front of them, but the only thing they had hit was the concrete. Then Flash returned, running between them again, and the gust of wind, which he created, took their balance. Mick made it well, but Leonard almost fell. He was saved from the fall by empty car next to him. "Cover me!" Leonartd indignantly screamed at Mick. If they want to get Flash, they have to work together. But Mick didn't listen, and started to shoot. Flash, in an effort to escape the flame, ran right into the Leonard's gun. Leonard pushed the trigger and created an ice surface on the sidewalk. "Run on this." Leonard growled. Then he hit the hydrant, which broked apart, and the water freezed and created a strange ice sculpture. Flash screamed, and perhaps tried to stop, who knew, at that speed it couldn't be recognized. Still, Flash slipped over the ice and came directly into the sculpture that instantly shattered. Leonard laughed as Flash fall down at the ground and stopped behind one of the cars, wher he hide. He muttering something, but neither Mick nor Leonard understood it.

"Mick." Leonard shouted, nodding to the car. They had to get him out of there. Mick understood and fired directly at the car, which imidiately exploded.

"Ah! Gotcha!" Mick screamed cheerfully. But prematurely. Flash ran out of the flames, pausing in front of them. Then he ran to them, and the previous scenario was repeated. Mick and Leonard tried to hit him, but the only thing they hit was concrete. And Flash keep running here and running there, as if he didn't know what to do.

But then Flash stopped, looked up and suddenly ran across the glass windows of the high building. Mick and Leonard didn't wait and started firing up. But they still no and no hit him. Then Flash jumped down. And while he was looking for a balance after his jump, Leonard act and fired. And he hit him. The force of his shot throw away Flash a few yards back, where he fall hard on the ground. Leonard laughed. They got him. Together with Mick Leonard approached him slowly. Flash tried to get up. Leonard laughed again and turned to Mick with a glance I told you and fired. And Mick fired too. But the only thing they hit was one of the new police's shields. And suddenly, Flash was gone, and there were only half-frozen and half-fried shield on the ground.

And then he was back. He stood right in front of them, hunched, exhausted, and desperate. He just delayed the inevitable. They win, Leonard was sure about it. Flash mumbled something again. There was probably a built-in transmitter in his costume.

In the meantime, Leonard and Mick split up, each stood on one side of the road, ready to shoot. Flash took a deep breath and ran straight between them. Now they have a chance.

"Thanks for playing, kid." Leonard murmured and fired. Now he gets him.

Mick also fired.

And they both hit him.

Flash screamed with pain when his suit was frozen from one side and the other was in flame. Still, he went slowly on and on. And as the three of them stood horizontally and the rays of their guns touched, the guns became unstable. It was almost impossible to hold them. And it was impossible to release the trigger. And then there was an explosion that Mick and Leonard had thrown away. Both hard fall in the concrete. Mick hit his head, and even though he was hardheaded, as he was joyfully saying, he lost consciousness. Leonard, on the other hand, "just" had the wind knocked out of him. For a moment, he lay there on his back and catched his breath back. When he finally recovered, he gritted his teeth and despite the pain, he tried to crawl to his weapon lay near to him. The water on the concrete pavement splashed as he slapped like a fish on the ground as he tried to get closer to it. It was almost close enough to touch when the red boot stepped on it. Flash. Leonard lost.

Leonard laied to his back and exhaled. "I didn't see that coming." He laughed and unwittingly quoted a sppedster from the movie he had seen a few hours ago. It was over, and it was surprisingly liberating. "I guess you win this time." he sighed, trying to calm the wild-beating heart. Now when adrenaline had dropped in his blood, he felt tired.

"There won't be a next time." Flash shook his head, and Leonard took a wanted to say something, but his chest too hurt. Beside Flashe, one of the police officers appeared, and Flash thanked him. But his voice sounded strange. Or did Leonard just imagined it? Has he hit his head? And suddenly, Flash was gone, and only a smiling police officer stood above him.

What happed then would be fun if Leonard wasn't an integral part of all this. While they put on his handcuffs, a group of four young police officers, fresh from the academy, he assumed, was trying to get Mick into a police car. Two of them supported him on each side, the third ran back and forth, and the fourth guided them. It was really funny spectacle.

"Let's go, Snart." someone said next to him. Leonard glanced to the side. There was detective there.

"Oh, detective West. I haven't seen you for a long time. Any news?" Leonard grinned at him, and detective West frowned.

"We will see if you'll lost your humor in jail."

"I don't think so, detective. I've been there a couple of times and nothing has changed." he called on him as the two officers led him to another car.

xxx

The next hours were exactly according to the familiar scenario. After Mick woke up from his not exactly beauty sleep, there was an endless round of interrogations and games a good cop, a bad cop. He didn't respond to the constant questions where he had got his cold gun, and Mick responded just by constant threats and curses in all the languages he knew. Finally, the police gave up and decided to transfer them to Iron Heights. And Leonard just hoped the plan E would work. It was a long time when he had so many plans.

Unlike last night a station was full of applauding police officers today. The chief of the Central City's Police department went in front of them, strutting around like some rooster, while Mick screamed out the threats, shuddered and growling like a wild animal. He was so agresive that when he walked around detective West , detective pulled out a gun. The other two officers quickly went to help him. And Mick? He, instead of been scare from detective's weapon, Mick yelled directly at it as if he could intimidate an unliving thing. Mick was never afraid of death. Actually, he welcomed it.

Leonard watched it with cold calmness, didn't say anything, didn't get involved. It was not worth it. "Partner's a real hothead." West said since officers took Mick off.

The police officers who led Leonard stopped, and he had to face the victorious expression of detective West. "That's funny." Leonard's rolled his eyes and innocently looking around the room. There was the man with a vacuum cleaner, and another one, over twenty. Leonard didn't know him.

"You know what's hilarious, Snart? " West asked, and Leonard looked boredly at him. "We got you." West said simply.

"Congratulations." Leonard replied, as if nothing had happened. He didn't know what the detective was waiting for, offended, or the same rage of anger as Mick's. But Leonard Snart is not Mick Rory. Leonard Snart always has a plan.

"Get him out of here."

When the officers took him from West, he looked at the unknown man once more. There was something strange about him. He didn't know where to place his face, but he felt he saw him somewhere. That smug expression of his as if he had just won the lottery...

They put him in an empty room, where one of the officers removed his handcuffs and handed him a well-known orange clothes. "I hope there will be no problem with you." the officer muttered.

Leonard theatrically snatched the clothes from his hands, and said with a grinning smile "Of course not." and he began to take off his clothes to replace it with the orange rag which he hate.

When they put a new handcuff around his wrists and around his ankles, how he hated these bonds, they led him back to the yard. That's where the van was waiting. Iron Heights, it's going to be a long way. "Inside." one of the prison's marshals said. Leonard just rolled his eyes and stepped into the back and settled down on one of the uncomfortable benches. He sat there for a while and waited. And he counted. 324 seconds later, Mick appeared, still fierce and angry. The guards had problems to get him into the van.

"Just sit down Mick. It's not worth it, anyway." Leonard proclaimed, and Mick shot an angry look at him, but he obeyed. With a snarl, he settled down on the bench in front of him. And the door closed.

"What's going on, Snart?" Mick hissed angrily at him as the car rode.

"Calm down Mick. I always have a plan." he said lazily, leaning his head against van's wall and closing his eyes to indicate he didn't want to talk.

"Plan? What plan?" Mick growled. But Leonard didn't answer. "Snart!" Nothing. So Mick sighed and was silent. For a while. A few minutes. "I should've burned the entire city block down. But instead, I listened to you." he murmured in the end, a voice full of gratitude. Leonard's eyes were closed and he didn't respond. "We had the painting. We had the guns. We could've had everything. But you had your stupid plan. How is that stupid plan working out for us now?"

"Everyone's seen the Flash now. This changes things, again." Leonard replied calmly, without opening his eyes.

Suddenly, the blow sounded, the car braked sharply. Then there was a shoting. Mick crouched nervously and looked around. "What the-" he shouted, looking at Leonard. He still in his seat, as if nothing had happened. He knew something. "Snart!"

The car stopped sobbing, and it seemed as if the outside was suddenly quiet. "Relax, Mick." Leonard sneered, finally looking at Mick.

"What's going on?" Mick asked more calmly.

Leonard leaned forward, his elbows lean against his knees, and with a very serious expression he said, "The plan." The door opened and Leonard's cold expression softened. The sunlight came into the van, and Leonard's right corner of lips rose to half a smile. And it even widened as he turned to the door. "Hey, sis."

There was a brunette in the door, a gun in her hand and a smile very similar to Leonard's on her face. Mick stared at her in surprise. It was years he hadn't seen her. And now she stood before him. Lisa Snart. "Nice."

Lisa's smile widened. "Mick, you flatterer." Mick blushed and Leonard frowned.

"A little help here?" Leonard asked lazily, lifting his wrists into the air. Lisa just rolled her eyes, following her brother's pattern, pulled out the key she had taken to one of the marshals, and start with unlocking both men's handcuffs. "Thanks." Leonard said sarcastically as the chains from his wrist fell on the ground, and rubbing his wrist nervously. "You're late, by the way. I started think you wouldn't come." he murmured as he got up and went out of the van.

"I almost didn't." Lisa said as she unlocked the last handcuffs, Mick's ankles. When he was finally free, she went out and Mick behind her. Lisa went straight to a car, paked near to the van.

"Your sister grown up." Mick murmured as he stood beside Leoard.

"We have to go." Leonard murmured without any feel and following Lisa. And Mick followed him, overtook him and sat into to seat next to a driver, Lisa sat behind the wheel. So there's left just a back seat for Leonard. "How did you think you almost didn't?" He asked after a moment of ride.

Lisa chuckled. "Everything around your transfer was kept in secret. No electronic documentation to prevent anyone from breaking in. I didn't know when or where you will be. Luckily you sent that blonde."

Leonard frowned. "A blonde?"

"Yeah, blonde." Lisa said, still looking on the road. "She didn't tell me her name but she said you sent her. She gave me all the documentation about your transport. Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

A blonde. He didn't know any blondie, and he didn't even send her to Lisa. What's going on here?

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AUTOR'S NOTE: We finaly get to Catline's kidnaping, huray. And there is also another look into Mick's past. I thing there is more about this man what they still didn't tell us.
Well, i thing there is nothing to say about this chapter. Maybe just that I didn't see that coming. Yes it's same sentence which said Quicksilver, another speedster from Marvel, in The Avengers: Age of Ultron. A coincidence or not? Well, I had to say, yes, it was just the coincidence. This episode come out sooner than movie and there were none trailer with this sentence (Well, at least, I didn't know about it.). And after I wrote this I find out this should happend before The Avengers: Age of Ultron was realese, so please forgive me this mistake...

And the unknown man in the police station was Barry and the Blonde, yes, you guess right, it was Sara. What should I say... Time traveling...