"Evelyn! You look stunning. I'm so glad you could make it to the gala." Evelyn's boss embraced her gently before looking upon her with kind eyes. "It must be hard to be back here after what happened."
She smiled at him politely and nodded.
"I had to come back at some point, Curt, I think two months is enough time. I'm happy it's for a good cause." Evelyn said gently. She gratefully accepted a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and took a sip, savoring the carbonation.
"Wonderful, and look at this, you brought Caitlyn along as well." Evelyn turned to see her sister step through the entry way. Caitlyn gave her a soft smile as she approached and Evelyn tried her best to return the gesture. Evelyn knew that her sister was only trying to do what was best for her but the constant looks of concern and 'are you okay?'s had been driving her up the wall.
The last two months had certainly been rocky for Evelyn. The news outlets across the city had been running story after story of her kidnapping. It took her two days to even go to the police after she stole the van out of fear that Snart would kill her the second she stepped outside of her apartment. On the second day she finally called Caitlyn for help. First there was a swarm of cops and detectives and after that there was a swarm of reporters camping out on her lawn for days at a time. It took nearly two weeks before they gave up and left Evelyn in peace.
"Hello Curt! I walked through the gallery before I came in, it really is something." Caitlyn gave Curt a quick hug in greeting. Curt thanked Caitlyn graciously before excusing himself to greet the other guests. The sisters watched him go before turning to each other. "I guess we should probably put our on masks now that we're here." Evelyn nodded quietly and slipped the mask she had been holding over her eyes. The black lace did little to disguise her identity but Evelyn couldn't help but feel grateful for the added anonymity it gave her. The last thing she wanted was the feeling of curious eyes on her the entire night.
"The blue suits you." Evelyn fixed Caitlyn's hair around the band of the mask. "Was your friend from work able to make it?"
Caitlyn glanced around the hall before speaking. "Cisco might be a little late, sometimes things get crazy in the lab at night."
Evelyn furrowed her brows curiously. "Star Labs certainly has gotten more interesting lately. What do you do there?"
Caitlyn blinked in surprise and she looked at Evelyn sharply. She took a few seconds to speak.
"Oh, you know, this and that." Evelyn quirked a brow at her sister but nodded quietly. The ballroom was not the place to pry for information. Out of the corner of her eye Evelyn could make out a man approaching.
"Cisco!" Caitlyn gave the man a friendly hug before taking in his appearance. "That mask...interesting choice." Evelyn struggled not to giggle at her sister's attempt at a compliment. Her friend had what appeared to be a modern take on the plague doctor's mask.
"Thanks Caitlyn. This is my first masquerade, don't know when the next one will be so I better make it count." He smiled brightly from beneath the mask before setting his gaze on Evelyn. "Hi. You must be Caitlyn's baby sister."
Evelyn rolled her eyes playfully before nodding. "Yeah, we're only a year and a half apart. But technically I'm her little sister."
She shook Cisco's hand amicably before the three of them made their way to the dance floor. The night seemed to fly by and before Evelyn knew it two hours had passed. She was exhausted from the dancing and laughing but still in good spirits as she excused herself for some air.
The evening was chilly as Evelyn stepped outside, leaning against the small railing on the balcony. She sucked in a couple of breaths, trying to soothe her nerves. She removed her mask from her eyes and stared out over the city, admiring the lights reflecting off of the river.
"Beautiful night, isn't it?" Evelyn jumped in surprise and turned to face the man who had joined her on the balcony. In the darkness she could just make out the mask that obscured half of his face.
"Yes, a little cold but refreshing." She hooked the string of her mask between her fingers, twisting at it anxiously. The man let out a soft laugh and leaned against the metal railing. Silence settled between them for a few moments before Evelyn slipped the mask over her eyes, suddenly anxious to rejoin the party inside.
"Have a good evening." She clasped her bag to her side and made for the door. The stranger's hand caught her wrist gently, surprising Evelyn. She twisted out of his grasp and fixed his dark figure with a glare. The man stepped into the light quietly, a small smirk on his lips as he heard Evelyn gasp.
"Don't give me that look, Evelyn." Len had her trapped between himself and the corner of the balcony. Evelyn felt a surge of hot anger rush through her veins at the sight of him. The man that had kidnaped her and almost gotten her killed.
"Get away from me, Snart." He rolled his eyes before fixing her with a piercing stare. He had both arms on either side of her, long fingers grasping the metal railing.
"Can't do that. We have business to discuss." He smirked at her quietly, no doubt enjoying her discomfort. He opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by the soft whoosh of the door opening behind them. They locked eyes as a couple made their way to the other side of the balcony to enjoy the view. Snart shook his head almost imperceptibly in warning. Evelyn paused for a second before opening her mouth to attempt a shout for help.
Len moved quickly, sweeping an arm behind her back and leaning forward to capture her lips. He could feel Evelyn struggle beneath him as he lifted his other hand to the back of her head. Her hands were against his chest, pressing against him valiantly as he attempted to keep her still. Evelyn bit at him angrily as he kept his lips pressed against her own. He dug his fingernails into her scalp in response, forcing a sharp inhale of breath as she stopped biting. The sound of hushed conversation and soft footsteps echoed behind them before Len heard the door open and close again, leaving them alone in the darkness of the balcony.
He pulled away quickly, removing both hands from Evelyn and returning to where he had been before they were interrupted.
"What...the fuck?!" Evelyn wiped her mouth angrily, her body shaking with indignant rage. Len narrowed his eyes at her softly before letting a soft smile settle on his lips.
"We weren't done talking." He shrugged quietly, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. If she hadn't been trying to separate his lips from the rest of his face it would have actually been...pleasant.
"So you kiss me?" Fury was written across her face which had flushed to a nice pink color.
"If you hadn't been so quick to try to out me I wouldn't have had to, Evelyn." He glared at her coldly, his blue eyes piecing behind the mask. "A little PDA makes people uncomfortable, it was an easy way to get rid of them."
"You get off on this kind of stuff, don't you?" Evelyn crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to keep herself warm. Her lip curled as she stared at the rogue in front of her with disgust. "I'm probably not even the first woman you've done this kind of shit to."
Len let out a quiet laugh and shook his head quietly.
"Don't sell yourself short, Evelyn. There's something unique about you." He lifted his head and gazed down at her, admiring the way the dress fell over her body.
Her glare intensified but Len could see the pink flush darken in the dim light of the balcony. Silence settled between them before Len remembered why he was there. Back to business.
"You've separated me from a dear friend, Evelyn." He grasped the railing tightly as a cold wind blew over them. Evelyn's skin broke out into goosebumps as she shivered. "Where is the cold gun?"
"Where is the jewelry you stole?" Her teeth chattered softly as she spoke. Len struggled not to roll his eyes as Evelyn glared at him.
"Stubborn, aren't you? Mick is inside enjoying the hors d'oeuvres. I'm sure he'd prefer to be setting this lovely establishment and all of it's inhabitants on fire." Evelyn's eyes widened as she considered his words. "Take me to the cold gun and he won't leave the museum in ashes."
"You are such an asshole." Evelyn shook her head quietly as Len shot her a cocky look. "Let's get this over with." She attempted to brush past him but Len didn't move. Evelyn shot him a questioning glance, brows furrowed.
"Ah ah, not so fast Evelyn." He heard Evelyn huff beneath him. "Stay close to me, I don't need you running off again." Len raised a hand, gesturing for Evelyn to do the same. She held his gaze for a few seconds, her brown eyes narrowed. After a few tense seconds she placed her hand into Len's waiting palm. His fingers wrapped themselves around her own as he quietly led her back inside. Evelyn peered out over the crowd, looking for her sister. She spotted her near the corner, a familiar hulking mass of muscle not far from where she stood. Evelyn felt a sharp jolt of fear run down her spine. She tightened her fingers around Lenard's grasp, forcing him to grimace.
"If you hurt my sister there will be hell to pay." She whispered in a low voice. Len glanced over to where his partner stood and smirked.
"Please, enlighten me on how you intend to carry out that promise. What are you going to do, Evelyn? Throw one of your fancy degrees at me? Don't make me laugh." He said cockily as he pulled her through the busy ballroom. Len could make out her scowl with a sideways glance.
"Jesus, why did it have to be me?" She whispered quietly as they reached the stairway to the parking garage. "The blue Subaru is mine."
Len glanced at the hatchback near the left side of the garage before pulling them both toward it. He released Evelyn's hand as they approached and demanded her keys. He wasn't about to let her drive away from him again.
"Where to, Evelyn?" Len slid into the driver's seat and started the car. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel for a few seconds before glancing over at Evelyn. She sat stony faced in the passenger's seat, with arms crossed over her chest.
"SE Powell, just past 182nd." Len nodded and put the car in gear. They spent the ride in relative silence as neither felt the need to speak. The quiet was only broken when Len put the car into park outside of Evelyn's little apartment.
"After I give you back the gun that's it, right?" Evelyn turned toward him, brows raised in question. Len unclipped his seat belt before addressing her.
"That's it." He nodded quietly, pulling the keys from the ignition and tossing them into his pocket. "Killing you wouldn't bring back the van, so I'll let it slide this time."
"I'll keep that in mind next time you kidnap me and get me involved in a fire fight." Evelyn shot him a glare before opening the door and stepping out of the car. Len shook his head quietly, a small smile pulling at his lips as he made to follow her.
Evelyn unlocked her door and flipped on the lights as she made her way into the apartment. Len closed the door behind him and took a look around the living room. His eyes lingered on the multitude of degrees that were proudly displayed on her wall before turning back toward Evelyn.
"Give me a second." She slipped out of her shoes and padded across the living room. Len raised an eyebrow as she grabbed the edge of her love seat and pulled it away from the wall. He could just make out what seemed to be a hole in the back of the cushions. Evelyn plunged a hand into the foam and dug around for a bit until she found the handle of the cold gun. As she pulled it from the depths of the couch she heard the distinct click of a gun behind her.
Evelyn froze, not daring to move as she heard Len walk toward her.
"Don't worry, Evelyn. It's just for my own protection." He kept the small handgun pointed at her quietly, hand quite steady. "Hand me the cold gun and we'll be done."
Evelyn clenched her teeth in both anger and irritation before turning the cold gun over to Snart. He took it from her with a satisfied smile and tucked it into his suit jacket.
"Perfect. Looks like you do know how to follow orders." Snart clicked the handguns safety back into place before slipping it into the back of his dress pants. Evelyn sent him a scowl as she turned around and rose to her full height.
"Call Mick. I want him out of the museum before anyone gets hurt. I've seen what he's capable of." She crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at Len.
He nodded softly and reached for his phone, placing it on speaker so both of them could hear it. Mick picked up after the second ring, the sound of jubilation behind his gruff hello.
"All done, Mick. Time to say goodnight. No fire." Len's partner made a disappointed noise before agreeing to leave peacefully. He hung up the phone with a snap and slipped it into his suit pocket. Evelyn gestured to the door, obviously ready to be rid of him. "Not the most gracious host, are you?" He refused to move, earning a sharp look from Evelyn.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Would you like me to handcuff you to my radiator? Unfortunately I seem to have a short supply of metal railings to attach you to."
Len laughed and shook his head. He had forgotten about her wit.
"I suppose I deserved that." He slipped the mask over his head and tossed it onto the coffee table next to him. Evelyn stared at him coldly, more than ready to push him out the door. "This is goodbye Evelyn." He made his way to the exit but stopped to give Evelyn one last once over before leaving. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Bye. I would say it was nice knowing you but we both know that's not true."
"I don't know about that, it wasn't all bad. The kiss had room for improvement but I can't say I didn't enjoy it." He smirked at her quietly before swinging the door open and heading for the hatchback. He heard Evelyn huff behind him.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" Evelyn rushed outside after him. "You are not taking my car."
"An eye for an eye, Evelyn." He slipped into the drivers seat and started the car. Len sent Evelyn a cheeky smile as he pulled out of the driveway and sped off.
"Asshole!" She yelled after him, frightening her neighbors cat in the process. Evelyn let out a growl of frustration before padding back inside and slamming the door.
A/N: Aww, I love them together. I listened to "We Belong Together" about a hundred times as I wrote this chapter. If you are not already aware, Mr. Wentworth Miller was the handsome devil in that music video. That's where the inspiration for having him in a mask comes from. Anyway, thanks to everyone who left a review, followed and favorited the story. You guys are wonderful!