Alright this story has nothing to do with my other Flash story Ice Cold Heart. It is just a little plot bunny that has been bouncing around in my head for a little bit. Please enjoy and review. I welcome constructive criticism and reviews keep my motivation up. So please review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs. Everything else belongs to DC Comics. I am merely playing in their world!

"Third shift is so boring!" I thought to myself as I sat in the security room with my partner, Sean, watching the cameras and counting down the hours until I got to go home.

"Just three and a half more hours," I thought as I stretched in my seat.

"Mary," my partner called bringing my attention back to the monitors, "There is an alarm on the west side entrance."

Looking at the specific camera, I watched almost in disbelief as three armed men entered the building. At that moment I felt nothing but dread and wished, not for the first time, that I was not the supervisor on shift. We were a call center for a private banking firm with access to a lot of private information, but since this was a secure building the only armed guards were outside. My partner and I were only allowed to carry pepper spray and seeing as it was third shift we were the only guards inside. Since these men had made it inside, I knew the guards outside were going to be no help.

"Evacuate the associates from the east side of the building and activate the silent alarm," I ordered my partner.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I have to get anyone on the west side out," I replied.

He looked like he was going to argue, but I was supervisor and it was my call. I was significantly younger and faster than him so I stood a better chance of running away if I had to, I was also smaller so if I had to hide I could fit in places he couldn't.

"Good luck and be careful," he said before hitting the small button under the desk, grabbing a radio and earpiece, and then jogged out the door.

I grabbed my own radio and earpiece, then ran as quietly as I could to the west side of the building, quietly ordering anyone I met to leave the building and praying that I did not come face to face with our unexpected visitors.

"Everyone on the east side is out," Sean's said over the radio some minutes later.

"Good," I replied, "Looks like everyone is out over here. I am about…"

"Well look what we have here," said a voice behind me, "A rent-a-cop."

I turned around and came face to face with a man holding a pistol. He was slightly taller than me with straggly, shoulder length, dirty blond hair, brown eyes and looked like he had not taken a bath in a while. I glared at him, as I hated the term "Rent-a-Cop."

"Snart! Jameson!" he called and two more men came around the corner, "Look what I found."

One of the men was short and fat, with thinning black hair, brown eyes and carrying another small pistol. The other was the tallest of the three, leaner, with extremely short dark hair, liberally sprinkled with gray. He was carrying a large, strange looking black gun and had goggles hanging around his neck. Stranger still he was wearing a parka… in the middle of JUNE!

"Well, well, Samson," the fat man leered, "You found us a toy to play with."

I felt fear run down my spine at his words.

"No," the man wearing the parka snapped, glaring at the other two men.

"Well, what do you expect us to do with her," the man called Samson sneered, "Let her go?"

The man wearing the parka just glared coldly at Samson before answering.

"Tie her up and stuff her in a closet," he snapped before turning and walking away.

"You know, Snart," Samson yelled turning to follow him as Jameson neared me, "Your rules are going to get you killed one day!"

Seeing the other two walk away, I waited until Jameson got close before pulling out my pepper spray and sprayed him in the face then kneed him in the groin. Jameson yelled and dropped to his knees and I took off running. I made it down the hall and around the corner before I heard the sound of pursuit. Looking over my shoulder I caught the sight of Samson and the man they had called Snart coming down the hall after me. Samson was cussing at me but Snart just look coldly furious, seeing them encouraging me to run faster. I slid around a corner, my feet momentarily coming out from under me, causing me to put my hands down on the floor as my feet caught up.

I blindly turned another corner before I realized it dead ended at a closed door. Praying it was not locked; I ran to it and pressed down on the latch. Just as I started to push the door open, I heard a yell behind me and turned. That was when I heard the gunshot. The bullet tore into my left shoulder and I screamed as the momentum pushed me through the open door. Clutching my shoulder in agony I quickly kicked the door closed and managed to crawl over and lock the handle. Sitting back on my heels, hunched over and holding my shoulder in pain, I sat there panting when suddenly there came a loud thump against the other side of the door.

Knowing that the lock would not hold, and running on fear and adrenaline, I forced myself back to my feet and ran to the door at the other side of the small room.

"Sean!" I yelled into the earpiece of my radio as I exited the room, "Sean do you copy?"

"Yes, Mary, I copy," his voice crackled back over the radio, "Where are you?"

"I'm at the back of the building," I answered, continuing to try and get away before the intruders found me again, "Please tell me the cops are almost here. I've been shot!"

"The cops are not here yet," Sean answered back, causing me to groan, "Did you say you were shot?"

"Yes!" I answered back, leaning against a wall to catch my breath and clenched my jaw in pain, feeling blood running down my chest and back.

Hearing footsteps again, I pushed away from the wall and continued down the hall. Ahead of me I could see a secured room that required badge scan access and headed for it, knowing that if I was able to get inside I would be safe until the police arrived. I got to the door and was about to scan in when I heard the click of a gun.

"Hold it right there, missy," Samson sneered at me, "You're not going anywhere."

Breathing hard in fear and exertion, I turned around slowly to face him.

"You've lead us on quite a merry chase," he said with a sickening smile, "but I think it will end here."

Time seemed to slow as I watched his finger move toward the trigger.

"What are you doing?" Snart bellowed as he caught up, "I told you we don't kill cops or guards. We don't need that kind of heat!"

"Really Snart," Samson mocked, before suddenly lunging forward, grabbing and placing me in front of him as a shield, "Then maybe we should get rid of you first."

"Just try…" Snart started to say when Jameson, who had snuck up behind him struck Snart across the back of his head with his gun.

I screamed as he went down and began to struggle against Samson, the pocket clip on my badge breaking in the process. Samson cursed and punched my injured shoulder, the pain nearly driving me to my knees.

"Cops are almost here," Jameson gasped, obviously out of breath from running, his face red from both the pepper spray and exertion, "We gotta go!"

"Well she is going to be our ticket out of here," Samson said shoving me ahead of him.

"What about him?" Jameson questioned, motioning toward Snart who was still lying prone on the floor.

"Leave him for the cops," Samson snickered evilly.

"Enjoy prison, Snart!" Jameson taunted as they forced me back the way we came.

As we exited the building, Samson held me in front of him and hurried me across the back parking lot toward an old, beat up, black SUV and shoved me in the back seat and climbed in next to me with Jameson behind the wheel. Just as was started to pull out a police car came around the building, siren screaming. Sampson placed his arm around my neck and pulled me into view of the police, with his gun placed against my temple. He then rolled down the back window and addressed the cops.

"Now unless you wanna see this woman killed, I suggest you back up and let us out," he yelled, "Once we are away we will let her go. But if I see one cop following us, she's dead!"

I swallowed hard and tried to hide my fear upon seeing the hopelessness in the cops' eyes. They really had no choice, so they moved and let the SUV past. Sampson kept his gun pressed to my temple as Jameson left the parking lot and drove through the streets of Central City like a demon. Finally, they pulled into a covered service way and hurried me to another car that was sitting waiting. Obviously they had anticipated this type of getaway. They shoved me into the back seat of the small car and this time Jameson sat in the back with Samson behind the wheel wearing a ball cap and glasses.

Jameson shoved me down until I was curled up in a ball on the floor board and pointed his gun at me.

"You so much as pop your head up or make a peep," he snarled, "You're dead!"

I sat there terrified and wishing I could go back to my quiet boring night!