"Bad luck, eh?" The portly cop snapped his notebook closed and stuffed it back into his shirt pocket. He eyed Evelyn with a mixture of pity and bemusement. "Mr. Snart must have it out for you. Maybe you should think about moving across the river."
Evelyn grimaced and struggled to keep from snapping at the old man. "My life is here, I'm not going to put everything I've worked for on hold because some asshole kidnapped me." She shifted her weight to one foot and crossed her arms.
"Well, I can't guarantee anything but chances are Snart will abandon your car somewhere in the city. No reason for him to keep anything with that amount of heat tied to him. We'll keep an eye out." The cop fixed Evelyn with a hard look. "Don't go looking for it. You should consider yourself lucky that you haven't been killed already."
Evelyn held his gaze for a few seconds before nodding. The officer bid her farewell, and ushered her into the lobby where her neighbor Sita sat waiting for her. The older woman rose to her feat and guided Evelyn out of the prescient.
"So, did you file the report?" Sita unlocked her decade old minivan, allowing Evelyn to slide into the passengers seat before starting the engine.
"Yeah, I'm not sure the cop took me seriously." Sita shook her head as the made their way back to their apartments. "He was kinda being an ass about the whole thing. Maybe he thinks I made it up for attention?" Evelyn scoffed and brushed her hair out of her face, utterly exhausted by the events of the night.
"Did you ever get ahold of your sister?" Sita asked as they spend through the city. Evelyn swore and put a hand on her head.
"My phone was in the car! Shit, I need to call Caitlyn. She's going to freak out." Sita pulled onto the street they lived on and pointed to their cluster of houses as they turned the corner.
"Looks like she beat you to it, isn't that her car?" The little Fiat sat in her driveway.
"Yeah that's hers. Thanks for the ride, Sita. You are a lifesaver." Evelyn unclipped her belt and hopped out of the van. Anxiety gnawed at her insides as she approached the door. It was unlocked, no doubt her sister had used the extra key she had given her. She pushed the door open and found Caitlyn and her friend Cisco digging through her kitchen cabinets.
"Uh, what are you guys doing?" Evelyn threw her jacket onto the couch and padded into the kitchen. Caitlyn whipped around and stumbled a bit, possibly due to the free champagne from the gala. She surveyed Evelyn suspiciously, taking in the change of clothing.
"Where did you go? I only got to spend an hour with you before you leave with a guy." Caitlyn narrowed her eyes but the hint of a smile crept across her lips. "So, who was he?"
Evelyn shook her head and let out a humorless laugh. "That guy was Leonard Snart, Caitlyn."
Cisco turned fully around, mimicking Caitlyn's shocked face. Stunned silence filled the room.
"So, just to be clear he was forcing you to leave with him? Because dating a supervillian is probably not the best idea." Cisco had an eyebrow cocked at her, wielding a spoonful of peanut butter. Caitlyn smacked him in the arm and gave him a scathing look.
"My sister isn't dating Captain Cold! Are you crazy?" Caitlyn shook her head indignantly and huffed. Cisco raised his shoulders defensively before eating the spoonful of peanut butter.
Caitlyn turned her gaze toward her sister, face softening as she saw Evelyn's disgruntled appearance.
"What happened? Are you okay?" She stepped closer to Evelyn, leaning in so only they could hear. "Did he hurt you?"
Evelyn felt her insides worm at the meaning of Caitlyn's words. Snart was a lot of things but one thing he was not was a rapist. She took half a step back from her sister and shook her head.
"I'm fine. Seriously." She added as she caught Caitlyn's gaze. Evelyn stepped around her sister and tucked herself into one of the bar stools at the counter.
Cisco smacked his lips as he swallowed the last of his peanut butter before leaning over the tile counter. He raised his eyebrows as he looked at Evelyn.
"So, what did Snart want?" His brown eyes were narrowed in wonder. Evelyn took a deep breath before sending a guilty look at her sister.
"Look, I might have, uh, stolen something of his..." Caitlyn narrowed her eyes at Evelyn, catching the guilty tone that her sister always had after doing something she shouldn't have. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned against the countertop.
"What did you take, Evelyn?" Caitlyn asked icily, watching her young sister with hawk eyes. Evelyn shifted under hers sister's accusatory stare.
"The cold gun." There was a beat of silence before Caitlyn let out an outraged cry. Evelyn watched as her sister struggled to find the words. Cisco snorted, a small surprised smile upon his face.
"Oh, damn! You stole the cold gun from freaking Captain Cold?" He let out a delighted laugh before turning to face her sister. "Caitlyn, why didn't you tell me your sister was a certified badass?"
Caitlyn threw a murderous look toward Cisco, still too upset to speak. Evelyn tried to hide the smile that had crept onto her cheeks.
"Yeah, well, they have been reunited. He took my car and my phone too, asshole." She whispered bitterly, leaning heavily onto her elbows.
"Evelyn, you're lucky he didn't take you're life! Why didn't you turn the cold gun into the police?" Caitlyn found her voice.
"Look, I've seen what it can do. No one should have that power, especially not the police." She avoided her sisters gaze. "Besides, one way or another he was going to get it back. Might as well be on my terms."
"Aye! You got your gun back!" Mick raised his beer as Len walked in to the small bar they had purchased with their illicit funds. After Evelyn had gotten away their gun factory had become unusable as a hideout. The bar served as both a social hub for the rogues and a home to them both, thanks to the bedrooms that sat above the bar.
Len nodded at Mick before trudging upstairs. He spent the next hour looking over the gun and was satisfied to find nothing out of place. Len leaned back in his chair with a sigh, tugging at the bow tie wrapped around his neck. It released with little effort, allowing him to toss the fabric to the side.
"What have we got here?" He reached into his pocket and pulled the small phone out, analyzing it carefully. The apartment had been fitted with signal jammers so Len had no fear as he unlocked the phone, secretly pleased that it had no passcode. He looked through her messages and email lazily before opening her photos app.
Len scrolled through Evelyn's photos carefully, taking in the odd mash of moments captured there. Photos of her at the beach, in the mountains and kayaking down the river all showed an Evelyn he hadn't seen before; happy.
He rolled his eyes at a particularly corny picture of Evelyn at a state fair before returning to her albums. Recently Deleted caught his eye, a smirk rising to his lips as he caught the thumbnail of Evelyn making a silly face. The album mostly contained ridiculous selfies and accidental photos but Len felt his eyes widen as he scrolled to the bottom.
The first thing that caught his attention was the look upon Evelyn's face. Her brown eyes were narrowed slightly, lashes full and dark as they stared out at him. Her lips were pulled into a half smile, teeth just barely tugging at the bottom lip. The expression caused his heart rate to quicken and his breath to cease. Perhaps it was the fact that besides that coy little smile Evelyn wore nothing at all.
"Who did you take this for, Evelyn?" He muttered quietly, a small smirk pulling at his lips. Len shook his head and set the phone down beside him and readied himself for bed. Her face floated to the surface of his mind, lingering in his thoughts as he turned over to sleep.
"Oh, thank god." Evelyn ran a hand over the cool metal of her Subaru. It had been found in a Target parking lot earlier that day. The police had taken some fingerprints and confirmed her story, allowing her to take the car back into her possession. Snart had been kind enough to leave the keys behind, stowing them beneath the seat. She slid into the car and began searching for her phone, panic rising as she realized that Snart had taken it with him.
"Asshole." She whispered quietly before starting the car and returning to her apartment. A few familiar cars were parked outside as she pulled into the driveway. Evelyn couldn't help but smile as she threw open her front door to find her friends inside. Tania threw her arms around Evelyn as she stepped inside, squeezing her almost too tightly.
"What are you guys doing here?" Yanelli and Heather stood just behind Tania and each took turns giving Evelyn a hug.
"We're here to take your mind off of things! Caitlyn called and told me what happened. So we're here to get you out of the house for a night." Tania beamed at her happily, already sporting her favorite club wear. Evelyn shook her head and almost said no but the thought of spending another night thinking about Captain Cold turning her into a human popsicle sounded like a worse alternative to some fun.
"Alright, let's do it! What's the worst that could happen?"
"Look, we're almost there. We-we can make it." Tania hiccuped, giggling as they made their way towards the light rail station.
"Wait, there's no bathroom at the station." Evelyn glanced around the street, spotting a small dive bar just across the street. "I'm gonna go see if I can pee in their bathroom. You guys go ahead." They waved her off, watching as she made her way across the empty street.
The sound of rock and roll spilled out onto the sidewalk as Evelyn pulled the heavy door open. The little bar was dark and smokey inside but relatively empty. She pulled her jacket around her torso protectively and made her way to the bar.
The bartender quirked an eyebrow at her questioningly as she leaned across the old pockmarked wood. A few jagged scars ran across his face and Evelyn couldn't help but notice that he was missing a finger. An uneasiness settled in her stomach at the sight. Perhaps this hadn't been the best idea.
"What can I do for you?" He asked roughly, setting the glass he was cleaning down with a clink. Evelyn shifted quietly, adjusting her shoes to avoid putting pressure on the old scar on her foot.
"I'm just looking for a bathroom, can you help me out?" Evelyn asked.
"Gotta buy something, this ain't a charity." The bartender sniffed at her and picked up a few stray glasses off of the wood. Evelyn let out a sigh and reached for her purse.
"Fine, give me a shot of Jameson. Or whatever whiskey. Just not fireball." The bartender nodded and reached for a shot glass. Evelyn looked around the bar as she waited, antsy to get to the bathroom and back to her girls. The bar was pretty dead, only a few people around the farthest table.
"That'll be six bucks." He set the glass down in front of her, the amber liquid looking dull in the dim light of the bar. Evelyn nodded and reached for her wallet, pulling out a ten dollar bill.
"No, no, no. Boss's lady drinks for free here." A familiar gravely voice almost made her drop the cash. She snapped her head up to see Mick behind the bar, apparently scolding the bartender.
"Sorry, didn't know. It's on the house." The bartender scurried away, busying himself with more stray glasses to clean. Evelyn found herself speechless, amazed that out of all the bars in the city she happened to find the one with Rogues in it.
"Can't get enough of him, can yah?" Mick smirked at her from behind the bar, a suggestive twinkle in his eye. Evelyn pushed herself away from the bar and made a beeline for the door. Mick had her by the arm in a split second, pulling her back. "What's the rush?"
"Look, just let me go and we can forget I was ever here." She tried to shake her way out of his grasp but found it useless. "Please."
Mick smiled at her devilishly. "You tell anyone where we are and I will kill you. Burn yah real slow so you can feel all of it." He whispered the last part into her ear, sending a cold rush of fear down her spine.
"Mick, what are you doing?" A drawling voice called out from behind them. Evelyn was almost relieved to hear Snart's voice. If anyone could stop Heatwave it was him.
Mick whipped them both around to face Snart. He was dressed casually, sporting a black sweater and jeans. He held a bottle of beer in one hand and the other rested upon his ever faithful cold gun that was strapped to his hip. Snart looked almost surprised to see Evelyn, but his expression barely shifted from the cool facade he usually sported.
"Found something you might like. Wandered right into our little bar." Mick released her arm and Evelyn quickly put some space between them. Mick sent her a suspicious look. "Kinda think she was looking for someone."
Evelyn threw a glare at Mick. "Look, I was just looking for somewhere to use the bathroom before I got on the train. Your bartender wouldn't let me pee until I bought a drink so I got a shot. I had no idea that this was your bar until I saw you. That's it."
Len smiled at her bemusedly, enjoying her frustration. He set his beer down on the bar behind him and gestured for Evelyn to follow him to the door to the right of them.
"Come on, I am not cleaning up after you if you have an accident." Evelyn longed to rewind the last ten minutes of her life to avoid ever coming in. Mick wasn't going to let her leave, not now. She found no other option but to follow Snart through the door. The hallway was dimmer than the bar and Evelyn found herself squinting to see. She nearly ran into Len as he stopped in front of the ladies restroom.
Len held the door for her and flicked the light on, illuminating the small bathroom within. She brushed past him hurriedly and waited for him to shut the door. He hesitated, a small smile forming on his face.
"What? Gonna watch me pee? Creep." Evelyn glared at him viciously. Len let out a laugh.
"Just remembering the last time I waited for you to piss. Luckily, there's no windows in here for you to shimmy out of."
Evelyn rolled her eyes and fought the urge to throw a stray toilet paper roll at him. The memory of trying to crawl through the window was vague in her alcohol addled mind but the aftermath of him pressing her into wall and whispering into her ear was surprisingly clear. Surprisingly, confusingly clear.
"Well, I'm too drunk to even try this time. Now close the door, you creeper." He shut the door but not before leering at her, blue eyes twinkling in the florescent light.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before, Evelyn." He called through the door just as began to relieve herself. She groaned and actually threw one of the extra toilet paper rolls at the door. It bounced off with a very unsatisfying plop.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She pulled her dress down and washed her hands at the sink before wrenching the door open. Len leaned against the doorframe, a wicked smirk stretching across his face.
"You really should have put a password on you phone, Evelyn. Who knows, someone just might steal it." He whispered almost gleefully. Evelyn gasped and gave him a solid punch to the arm. He barely moved, smirk still firmly in place.
"You fucking asshole, that was private." She growled at him, fists balled at her sides. Snart let out a laugh and smiled at her wickedly. He leaned forward so that their foreheads were almost touching. Evelyn refused to be intimidated, fury brewing in her chest at the invasion of privacy.
"Oh, I'm sure it was, Evelyn." He whispered, warm breath tickling her nose. She could smell the beer upon his breath and shuddered at the feeling, a curious sensation beginning to spread across her belly.
He curled a finger around her chin and pressed up, forcing their lips to almost touch. Evelyn's breath became ragged, the anger in her chest shifting to something she did not want to process.
"How does it feel to know that I know exactly what you look like under that dress?" She could almost feel his smirk, they were so close. "Does it make you angry, Evelyn?"
One of his hands fell upon her lower back pulling her into him. The door of the bathroom shut with a soft click behind them, returning them to the dim light of the hallway. Evelyn couldn't get a thought across as he pressed her against the door.
"Answer me." He said voice dangerously soft.
"Yes." She whispered, voice hoarse as she struggled to understand what was happening between them.
He smiled wolfishly. "You have no idea how sexy you are when you're angry."
Evelyn eyes widened, her drunken stupor broken. Cisco's words floated to the top her mind;
"Dating a super villian is probably not the best idea..."
Evelyn gave Len a solid push, side stepping away from his embrace. He stared after her, blue eyes intense before leaning against the door.
"Are you drunk? This is never going to happen!" She gestured between the two of them, a sickly confusion spreading through her stomach as the words left her mouth. Evelyn was slightly out of breath, woozy due to the lingering alcohol in her system. Snart raised his brows at her before shrugging.
"Of course not." He whispered as he passed her in the hallway, heading for the door at the other end. Evelyn hesitated for a second, unsure as to whether she should follow or not. He stopped after a few feet when he realized that she hadn't moved.
"I'm letting you out the back." He said without looking at her.
Evelyn hurried after him, anxious to get away from the bar and back to her friends. Snart pushed open the door and let her out into the alley way.
She gave him one last glance before heading out into the night, walking as fast as her heels would allow. Evelyn crossed the street and half ran up the steps to the train station where she could hear the familiar voices of her friends floating towards her. She could still feel his eyes upon her back as she reached the platform.
A/N: I believe this is the longest chapter so far and you guys deserve it for the long wait. The ice is beginning to crack between these two! Thank you so much to everyone who has left a review, followed and favorited. You guys are amazing. Go ahead and follow if you would like to get updates if you haven't already. As always reviews are super motivational to me and usually light a little fire under my ass to post the next chapter.