Len and Mick were currently using an old gun factory as a hideout, it had plenty of open space for tinkering with their weapons. The factory was connected to the service tunnels that snaked underneath the city, perfect for a few thieves looking for a quick getaway.
Mick parked the van inside the old steel gates, leaving Leonard and Evelyn to secure the compound after their arrival. Snart hopped out of the van and walked around to the back, opening the doors so he could retrieve their hostage. A blur of white passed his head, barely missing him.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Snart stared into the back of the van, half irritated half amused by Evelyn's attempt to maim him. The zip tie lay forgotten on the floor, a pair of medical grade scissors beside it. Evelyn had flung the rest of the contents as well as the first aid box itself at his head.
She made a valiant attempt to stand before falling with a moan. Abandoning the notion of running, she grabbed the small scissors and held them in front of her protectively.
"Keep back or you'll regret it." Her voice was a cold as ice. She glared at him defiantly, her brown eyes hard.
Snart couldn't help himself, he let out a laugh before entering the back of the van. Evelyn held the scissors out bravely while making herself as small as possible.
"Put the scissors down or I will lock you in here for the night and let you freeze." Snart motioned for her to place the scissors on the floor and kept a safe distance.
Seeming to realize that she was at a disadvantage, she put the scissors on the floor. Snart quickly reached for them and put them inside his coat.
After he was sure she had no other impromptu weapons he motioned for her to crawl out of the van. She quietly obliged, taking care not to bump her injured foot. Snart hopped out first and held out his arms, preparing to carry her bridal style. She glanced at him wearily, seemingly hesitant to come any closer. Snart let out a frustrated sigh.
"Would you prefer the shoulder again? I couldn't get a good enough view of your ass last time." Snart's face pulled into a smirk as he quirked his eyebrows. Evelyn grimaced and grit her teeth before sliding close enough so that he could carry her. She held her arms out and wrapped them around his neck as he bent to pick her up.
Snart suddenly realized how vulnerable this position was and sent her a small warning look before lifting her. She gave him a terse look in return. Her arms were warm around his neck, tucked in the fur lined hood of his jacket. She refused to meet his eyes as they made their way inside the factory.
He dumped her upon an old sofa as soon as he could, eager to release them from the awkward embrace. Snart shed himself of his jacket and grabbed a chair, swinging it around to face Evelyn. He sat down and considered her as she struggled to sit up on the overly soft cushions.
"Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn. What am I going to do with you now?" He leaned towards her and clasped his hands together.
"Look, you got what you wanted. Let me go." Evelyn propped her foot on the edge of the couch before sending him a scowl. Len rolled his eyes and sat back in the chair, wrapping his hands behind his head.
"Unfortunately, there's still the issue of the Flash." He stood suddenly, crossing the room to retrieve a set of handcuffs. Snart had escaped the police so many times that he had made it a habit to take a souvenir. He didn't have the key to the cuffs but his lock picking skills were more than a match for the metal shackles. The steel was cold beneath his fingertips as he plucked the cuffs from a red tool box, turning to show his guest what was in store.
Evelyn took a sharp breath but didn't try to move from her station on the couch.
"You see, Evelyn, the speedster was mysteriously absent from tonight's events. He can't help himself from being a hero so I can't help but wonder why we haven't see him." Snart's eyes narrowed, his blue eyes as cold as steel. He returned to Evelyn and crouched down before her. "So tell me, Evelyn, why do you think that is?" Snart stared at her carefully, watching her brown eyes crinkle in frustration.
"Honestly, I have no idea. Maybe he thinks that you're crazy enough to kill me if he shows up." She glared at him before pursing her lips. Snart considered her carefully before letting a smirk cross his face.
"Maybe he's right." Evelyn's head jerked in surprise, her eyes wide. Snart felt a small thrill at the power he wielded over her. He had no intention of hurting her, especially now that she was essentially useless. However there was no reason that she needed to know that. "Give me your right hand. Can't have you wandering around, there's too many first aid kits that you could throw." He reached for her wrist slowly, prepared for another half assed attempt at an escape. Evelyn uncrossed her arms and presented her right arm to him, her face turned away. Snart's brows raised in surprise but quickly gripped her hand within his own, holding it carefully as he slipped the handcuffs over her soft skin.
He secured her to a small railing that ran along the wall behind the couch. Snart tugged at the handcuffs a few time before rising to leave. Evelyn's eyes followed him carefully, her mouth firmly shut.
"Don't try anything. I'm not exactly known for being a patient man." He narrowed his eyes at her coldly before turning on his heel. He left the small office and descended to the old production floor. He found Mick at a steel table, examining their latest score. Snart rapped his fingers on the table before flopping down beside his partner.
"How's your girlfriend?" Mick didn't look up from the small pile of jewels. Snart didn't need to see his face to know he was smirking. He fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"Don't start. She's rattled, as she should be. Wants to know when we're going to let her go." Snart slipped a glove over his hand and reached for one of the pieces of jewelry, examining it slowly.
Mick raised his head to look at Len. He sat back in his chair as he considered his partner.
"She's not the only one who wants to know. What's the plan? Can't keep her forever." Mick crossed his arms roughly. Len shrugged and set the bracelet he held down. He leaned on the table and placed his chin in his palm, his blue eyes narrowed in thought.
"I'll figure something out."
Len kept an eye trained on Evelyn for the rest of the night. The last thing they needed was for her to escape and alert the Flash to their location. She had settled into the old couch and looked quite comfortable for someone who was being held against their will. He was making sandwiches when he heard her voice calling from below.
"Mr. Cold?"
Len snorted quietly, shaking his head at being addressed as Mr. Cold. He made his way down the metal stairs, watching her carefully as he approached. He placed his palms in front of himself protectively as he faced her, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. Evelyn stared him down coldly but made no movements to suggest she had a weapon.
"Don't look at me that way. Did you forget that you tried to maim me the last two times I approached you?" Snart asked and put his hands in his pockets, watching her wearily.
"Yeah well, you kidnapped me, jackass. Who's in the wrong here?" Evelyn scowled at him from the couch. Snart rolled his eyes.
"Just business, darling. So did you call me down here just to spite me? I have things to do Evelyn, very important Rogue business." His mind wandered to the thought of his sandwich waiting upstairs.
"I'm sure you do." Evelyn quipped sarcastically but continued "I need to use the restroom."
Len sighed but nodded his head. He pulled a small lock pick from his pocket and closed the distance between them. Evelyn held out her hand and Len could feel her shiver as their skin touched. They avoided each other's gaze as Len worked opening the handcuffs. Len let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when the cuffs popped open. He stood back quickly, allowing Evelyn room to stand.
She let out a moan as her injured foot touched the cold floor. Len quickly put an arm around her back to support her. He felt her stiffen momentarily before leaning into him to keep weight off of her foot.
"Do you want me to carr-" Len started slowly, unsure as to how to handle the situation but Evelyn interrupted him.
"No. Just...just help me get there."
Snart nodded and led her carefully toward the first floor bathroom. When they reached the door for the ladies room Evelyn shrugged out of Snart's grasp. She hopped inside and shut the door.
Len leaned against the wall the right of the door, waiting patiently for Evelyn to finish. Len began to get antsy after ten minutes, unsure as to what was taking so long. He knocked on the door and called for her.
"Evelyn, do you need help?" He wondered if she had fallen and was unable to walk. He waited for a response but began to hear the sound of a window opening.
"Fuck. Evelyn, open the door!" He pounded against it before pulling his cold gun from its holster. He froze the door and gave it a kick, opening it instantly. He bolted inside and found Evelyn halfway out the small window. "I don't think so."
He grabbed her uninjured foot and tugged her back inside. Evelyn fell to the floor and let out a yelp before rising to her feet. She was shaking from the adrenaline.
"Asshole." She leaned against the tile wall and glared at him. Snart threw his hands up in frustration.
"What am I supposed to do with you? I hope you went to the bathroom because you are not going anywhere for a while." He approached her carefully, prepared to take her back to the couch. As he neared Evelyn surprised him with a push and made a break for it. Len let out a growl and grabbed her by the waist and pinned her against the wall, leaving little room between their bodies. Evelyn tried to slap him and claw at his face but Len grabbed each of her wrists and pressed them into the wall.
"You need to calm down, Evelyn." He said quietly, barely moving his lips. They were within inches of each other and Len could almost feel the frantic heartbeat of his hostage. Excitement rushed through his veins at the sight of her powerless because of him.
"Fuck you." Evelyn's voice was hoarse, defeated. She avoided his eyes and stared at the floor.
"That can be arranged." The smallest hint of a smirk pulled at his lips as he watched her eyes widen. He leaned his mouth down to her ear to whisper. "But you're not really my type."
Evelyn struggled as his breath his her ear. She tried to pull away from him but it was in vain.
"I can do this all night Evelyn but I'm not so sure you can, especially with your injury. So let's make a deal, no more of this shit and I won't lock you in the basement level. Sound good?" His lips were almost touching her earlobe as he spoke. Evelyn shuddered and nodded.
"No, no, no. I need to hear you say it." Len leaned back and watched her. She was biting his lip nervously.
"I promise not to escape." Evelyn spoke softly but her glare spoke volumes. Len quirked an eyebrow at her critically.
"I'll take it." He pulled away from her and quickly hoisted her over his shoulder. Evelyn protested but Snart quickly shushed her. He carried her back to the couch and fastened the handcuffs over her wrist. He stood back to make sure she was secure.
"Looks good. You like turkey?" Evelyn did a double take, her mouth open.
"What?"
Len crossed his arms across his chest impatiently.
"Before your little adventure I was making sandwiches, all we have is turkey and I want to make sure it's not wasted before I make it." Evelyn was dumbfounded but managed to nod. Len took that as a yes and hurried back upstairs to where his own sandwich had been patiently waiting for him. He was taking a bite when he heard Mick shuffle into the room.
"So when's the wedding?" Mick gave him a mischievous grin. Len gave him a look before shaking his head. He prepared Evelyn's sandwich while Mick gave him a rundown of the total on their score. By the end both men were grinning and clinked their beers together in celebration.
Snart was still smiling by the time he made his way down stairs to deliver the sandwich. He found Evelyn sitting on the couch, a dower expression on her face. He noticed that she was shivering, her bare legs covered in goosebumps. He frowned and considered that the drafty building was not the place to wear a skirt.
"Here." He handed her the plate and made his way up to his bedroom. He pulled a fluffy comforter and a pair of sweatpants from his closet.
The sandwich was already gone by the time Len returned with the items. Evelyn's eyes were drifting closed as he approached her quietly. She blinked away the sleep as she finally saw him.
"Don't make me regret this." Len handed her the pants and set the comforter down beside her. He turned to go upstairs but not before he heard a faint 'thanks' from the couch.
A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who left a review on the first chapter. You guys are awesome and I'm really glad I'm not the only one who wanted a story like this. Please leave a review and follow/favorite if you would like the story.