Lisa was crying, Mick really did not like it when Lisa cried, it made him annoyed and angry and he wanted to protect her from everything. He should have been able to protect her and Len from that monster, but he had been out of town and hadn't been able to do a damned thing.

He had been coming here as fast as he could, but it hadn't been fast enough.

Lisa had had a bomb shoved into her neck by daddy dearest and the bastard had threatened to blow her head off if Len didn't work with him. Len had been stuck with him for days, days where he did and said who knew what to Len.

And now Lewis was dead and Len was in the tender care of the police for murder.

It was a mess.

Mick didn't know what the hell he was going to do, and he just wanted to burn something down. Anything down. He was so angry. He had promised that he would be here to protect Len and Lisa, and he had failed.

They both started when there was a sudden gust of wind in the room and the next thing the damned Flash was standing in the room. Of their top secret safe house!

"Mick no!" Lisa said quickly when he powered up his heat gun and started pointing it at the red-clad superhero.

"He just broke in!" Mick argued.

"He saved my life!" Lisa reminded him.

"Fine," Mick powered down the gun and dropped it onto the table for good measure.

"You were really going to shoot me for breaking and entering, you, really?" The Flash grumbled making Mick snort amused.

"How did you get in here?" He asked dropping himself on the sofa.

"Erm, I can phase through things, I just ran straight through the door," Barry motioned over his shoulder at the front door.

"Handy," Lisa commented.

"It is," the Flash admitted.

"What can we do for you?" Mick asked seeing the Flash standing there awkwardly was...weird. He was even swaying his arms and looking around curiously.

"Oh! Right! Sorry. Yes, erm, I checked up on Len," Flash looked back to them.

"How is he?!" Lisa asked sharply.

"He's doing ok, he is being charged with murder, they're saying because he had the gun with him that it is murder and not manslaughter," Flash sighed reaching up as though he wanted to shove the cowl away and scrub his face, but then remembered where he was.

"He's going to Iron Heights," Mick grunted.

"Yes,"

"Iron Heights isn't impossible to break in, or out, of," Lisa huffed.

"They are putting him on the meta-wing," Flash told them, grunting as he sat down onto the armchair opposite the two of them, he looked...tired.

"What does that mean?" Lisa frowned.

"It means that it will be a hell of a lot harder to break him out. It has been designed to control and keep people with powers, getting in or out is nearly impossible, even for you guys," Flash told Lisa gently. Mick appreciated that.

"So, what he is going to go to prison for life?!" Lisa looked to Mick with those damned wide Bambi eyes.

"Not necessarily," Flash interrupted their moment of panic, making both Rogues turn to look at him curiously.

"What do you mean, you going to break him out?" Mick asked.

"No!" Flash jerked back indignantly making Mick chuckle roughly. The superhero blinked at him realising that Mick had been teasing him. "No, I was thinking something a little more legal, a strange concept for you lot I know,"

"We're listening," Lisa leant forward.

"Len has no record, there is nothing that can previously be held against him. So it is just this one crime,"

"Murder isn't something to be scoffed at," Mick drawled.

"No, but if you set up a really good case of self-defence, he can get out on time served," Flash said firmly.

"Self-defence?" Lisa blinked.

"You both go on record and say what he did to you, tell the police what a monster he was, how he treated you. We tell them that he put a bomb in you and coerced Len into committing those crimes with you, we still have the bomb as proof, and the tech guy he killed with the same tech, we have the statements of my team in Star Labs who will take the stand, they will also testify for what you told them. We set up a strong case for self-defence, and any jury would think twice about sending him down for shooting that...for shooting Snart," Flash sneered.

"Are you a lawyer in real life?" Mick asked him, the plan rolling around his head, the good plan.

"No, but I work around the criminal system," The Flash laughed.

"That...that could work," Lisa glanced at Mick.

"He would need a bloody good lawyer, and I don't think many people will be willing to take on his case, even with him having no record," Mick hated to burst Lisa's bubble, but they had to be realistic.

"Leave that to me...I will come back 1200 tomorrow," Flash said thoughtfully.

"Flash!" Mick stood before the damned speedster could disappear through their door.

"Yes?"

"Thank you," Mick grunted.

"That looked like it hurt," Flash grinned teasingly.

"It did, but I still mean it," Mick rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, for the thank you I mean, I mean it is nice of you to say and...I'm going to stop talking right now," Flash rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Jesus Christ!" Mick stared at him. "You're a geek!"

"Hey! Don't say that like it is a bad thing!" Lisa defended.

"Sorry, forgot you had the hots for the other geek," Mick apologised still staring at the Flash who was actually squirming a little.

"He saved me too," Lisa said happily.

"I will see you tomorrow!" Flash waved before disappearing in a gust of wind, leaving Lisa with a lot more hope and Mick staring after him wondering what the hell was going on here.