Barry jolted himself awake, his eyes wild and unfocused. He looked around himself but all he could see that he was in a dark and damp room. Once he became more alert, he realized that his hands were chained above his head, his toes were barely grazing the ground, and it suddenly hit him how cold it really was in the room. He was wearing nothing but a red long-sleeved shirt, with jeans and no shoes. He could hear the sound of a door creaking, and his captor finally re-entered the room.

"You finally ready to talk kid?" he asked him.

Barry could do nothing besides stare at the man, a defiant glint still in his eyes in spite of the previous horrors he had faced.

The guy let out a low whistle, "You got balls kid, I see why my boy likes you. You're a lot like him."

Barry still remained silent.

"You could stop this at any time, just tell me one thing…Where are my kids?"

(10 days earlier)

Barry was already 15 minutes late for work, he had stopped 3 robberies, a car jacking and several disorderly conducts. He could move faster than time itself and he was still late for work. The irony was not lost on him.

When he showed up the precinct was in total chaos, officers were scrambling left and right, the captain was barking orders at others, even Joe looked frazzled.

"What's going on?" Barry asked a passing officer.

"There was a break out at Iron Heights."

"What?" Barry was surprised, he knew how difficult it was to break out of Iron Heights there was only one person he knew that could accomplish that and he was still at large. "When?"

"It happened sometime last night."

He walked up to Joe to get more information.

"What happened?" he asked quietly

"Security officers were doing a mandatory head check around seven, they came up one man short, when they looked at the security feeds, the found out that the cameras were tampered with around 2 in the morning, which is when we figured the guy escaped.

"Who was it?"

"Lewis Snart."

Barry stilled, "As in Leonard Snart?"

"His father." Joe nodded. "Guy was as corrupt as they come; he still had at least ten more years in his sentence."

"How did he break out?" Barry asked, picking up a file on Joe's desk.

"We don't know yet," Joe said, "We're investigating every single person he's had contact with for the last two weeks."

"Who have you spoken to?" Barry asked.

"The inmates and guards for now," Joe explained, "We're canvasing every inch of Iron Heights right now, and we won't stop until we find out exactly what happened."

Barry was only half-listening to him, he was flipping through the file, and looking at his visitation records, a few from some loan sharks, and a couple from the families he had been on the payroll for. Not one visit from his children though, they hadn't even shown for the trial.

Barry had heard rumors about the situation between the Snarts and their father, he had caught some old x-rays in Leonard Snarts file, and from the multiple remodeled fractures to his ribs, and arms, there were some obvious signs of abuse.

And the cops had missed them, all because they took the word of a corrupt drunkard who had managed to sneak his way into the force, over that of a troubled teen, and his infant sister.

"You haven't contacted any family?" Barry noted.

"It's only him and his kids Bar," Joe said, "And you know what the situation is with them."

"What can I do?" Barry asked.

"Absolutely nothing." Joe said with a straight face, "I am not kidding Barry, this is the guy who put a black stain in our department, he had his hands in almost every single crime syndicate in the state. He is the worst of the worst and I don't want you anywhere near this case or him."

"I can help." Barry began, "I'm not a kid Joe."

"Yes, you are. You're my kid, and I don't want you involved." Joe said, "I catch you anywhere near this with the department or as Flash, I will have your badge. Promise me you'll stay away from this."

"Joe…" Barry trailed.

"Promise me Barry." Joe emphasized. The look on his face showed how truly desperate and afraid Joe was, if this man was capable of scaring Joe, then who knew what else he was capable of.

Barry nodded. "I promise."

Joe nodded reassured and squeezed his shoulder. "Thanks Barry."

Leonard was enjoying himself at Saints and Sinners, he was shooting pool and drinking a beer with his Rogues which included Mick Rory, Mark Mardon, Bivolo, and his sister. They were having a follow-up meeting with the potential jobs each of them had cased. So far, Leonard was winning the argument…as usual.

He felt a pair of eyes on him and turned to see Barry in the doorway. He nodded his head toward the door indicating that he wanted to talk, and went to wait outside.

Leonard excused himself and walked out the backway, where Barry was waiting for him.

"To what do I owe this pleasure Scarlet?" Leonard said with his trademark smirk. "I figured our next meeting would be at my next job."

"I need to talk to you." Barry said, not bothering to engage in their usual banter.

"What's wrong?" Leonard asked, "You're not still sore about what happened at Ferris Air are you? You should know better by now kid-"

"Your dad's out." Barry said, getting straight to the point. "He broke out around two last night."

He could see the changes in Leonard in an instant, his entire posture had stiffened but it had a dangerous edge and his eyes had turned murderous.

"What the hell are you talking about kid?" he asked. "Is this some kind of sick twisted joke?"

"It's not a joke, I just found out about it an hour ago." Barry explained, "The precinct has been investigating all day, they don't know much about what happened."

Leonard turned around and walked away with purpose, Barry almost regretted telling him but if he was as dangerous as he heard, then not even Leonard Snart deserved to be caught off guard by this man.

As much as he had hoped for no bloodshed, he knew this was a matter he couldn't get involved in. He turned around and started walking away.

"Kid!"

Barry turned to see Leonard had looked back at him.

"Thanks for the heads up." Leonard said, "Don't look so closely on this one."

Barry only shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

If only they had noticed a pair of eyes watching them. The man had taken a picture with the smart phone provided to him, then proceeded to make a phone call.

"It's me." He said, "I need everything there is to know about the guy whose picture I just sent you. You have one hour."

Disclaimer: Forgot this in the beginning I own nothing!

Found mistakes with the formatting and I want to fix them. My sincerest apologies, I was really excited to get this on.