"It's so cold." Barry bit out, his teeth chattering as he stepped out of the stretch limo.

"Freezing." Jesse agreed, shooting a glare at his best friend.

"Icicles are falling from my face."

"I'm fairly certain I'm getting frost bite."

"Whose idea was this again?"

"Yours you idiot. I wanted to be in Fiji by now."

"The weather is horrible here!"

"Which is why I suggested Fiji in the first place."

"Would you stop talking about Fiji?!"

"I will once you stop flirting with Blaine."

"… So never then?"

"Never."

"Ugh, it's still freezing."

"I honestly think I'm going to get pneumonia."

"We'll both get pneumonia. And then we'll be forced to go to the hospital."

"Where the Doctor will find our early onset frostbite."

"We might seriously die here."

As a model walked by them, they simultaneously spoke, "But it'll be worth it."

Barry grinned, his arms stretching wide, "Home sweet home! Paris, how I've missed you!"

Jesse laughed at the younger man, "Come on Bas, we have many things to do before tonight. Kurt's expecting us around four."

Barry groaned in exasperation, "Remind me again why we're meeting up with Hummellina?"

"Other than the fact that you're premiering on his runway?"

"But Fashion Week isn't for another three weeks! Plus, we're here for an entire month. Why can't we do all the fitting stuff later? It's not like we don't have stuff to do."

Jesse raised a brow, "Do you really expect Hummel to be able to alter every single one of your clothes in just one week? He is kinda busy."

Barry scoffed incredulously, "Doing what? Proving to the entire continent of Europe that he dresses like a peacock on a Puerto Rican pride float?"

The male diva sometimes really worried about his friend, "You mean other than run an entire fashion design company?"

"Oh yeah… I forgot about that."

Jesse rolled his eyes, sometimes Sebastian could be quite the thick headed idiot. For someone so intelligent, he really was slow on the uptake. "We're still on for dinner tonight with your Aunt and Uncle, right?"

Barry nodded as he adjusted his sunglasses, "Yup. Until then, we have some time to kill."

"La Merveille, I presume?"

"La Merveille."

When Sebastian lived in Paris, he practically resided in a small café not far from his family home. La Merveille was where Sebastian Smythe was born. It is the home to his confidence, the place he learned to flirt and tease. The café which could be accredited to his favorite addiction: Courvoisier in coffee. This is the place he met Éclair, a woman who would teach him all the ins and outs of Parisian lifestyle, a woman he owed the world to. He met his brother from another mother, Cooper Anderson, right there at the counter. At the table in the corner, he met the beautiful model Isabella. La Merveille was where all his dreams finally came true.

Walking into the small café, tucked in a random alley in the center of Paris, Sebastian couldn't help the grin that spread. It smelt like home. The back wall was all bookshelves, lined floor to ceiling with books and tomes of every size. The tables were scattered around the shop, each one a deep cherry red. It was a beautiful place.

"Well well well, look who finally decided to come home." A thick French accent spoke. The voice belonged to a beautiful young blond woman, with a killer smile and shining blue eyes.

"Éclair." Barry sighed, his voice loving and reminiscing of days past.

With a run, Éclair leapt into Sebastians waiting arms, giggling as he twirled her around. "Oh how I have missed you, my sweet Éclair."

"Not as much as I have missed you, dearest Bassy."

"Hello Éclair." Jesse interrupted.

Éclair, leaving Sebastians arms, turned her sultry grin towards the curly-haired diva, "Jesse St James! It has been so long! And my my, you have somehow gotten even more attractive, I didn't think that was physically possible."

Jesse chuckled, "I'm still married you know."

Éclair frowned, "What a pity."

Sebastian laughed, "We're in town for the whole month, but we decided our first act was to stop by and see you."

"Oh how sweet! Do you plan on spending the entire month here in Paris?" She inquired.

"Nah, we're going to be going around a bit. A few days in London, a couple in Barcelona, maybe a week in Amsterdam. The schedule isn't iron-clad yet." Jesse admitted.

"But what of Fashion Week?" She asked.

"We'll be back for Fashion Week. We would never miss Fashion Week." Sebastian explained.

"Your boss must be so understanding, allowing you to go on a month long trip to Europe, followed by another week off." She remarked.

"Another week off?" Sebastian asked, confusion coloring his voice.

Éclair widened her eyes, "Well of course! Isn't the Dalton Academy Reunion right after Fashion Week?"

Barry and Jesse shared a look, "Uh… Bas… Does Captain Singh know you're planning on ditching work twice in the same month?"

"Dude, I didn't even remember that the reunion was this close to Fashion Week."

"Singh is going to murder you."

Leonard Snart loved Paris. It was the capital of art, the perfect place to commit all levels of thievery. The best pieces could be found in this glorious city, and the French tended to be more serious about security than the rest of the world. It provided him a challenge, something he just couldn't find back home, unless he provoked the Flash. He really really loved it here.

Walking into a small café, he let a small, uncharacteristic smile done his face. It smelt of coffee and books, two of his favorite things. Grabbing a cup of steaming hot coffee, he sat down at a corner table. He was in complete and utter peace.

"LEONARD MY MAN!" A voice screamed, causing Snart to almost drop his coffee in surprise. So close. He was so close to finally being able to relax, before the voice of the most irritating man he has ever met decided to intervene.

"Smythe. What a surprise to see you here." He drawled, hoping that the tone of boredom would mask his anger.

Taking a seat at the wanted criminals table, Barry grinned, "So what brings you to Paris?"

"Crime." Leonard deadpanned.

Barry scratched the back of his head nervously, "Yeah… I probably should have guessed that."

Leonard raised an eyebrow incredulously, "You're not going to stop me?"

Barry shrugged, "We have an agreement. You don't tell people my secret, I don't stop your crime unless you hurt someone. Plus, it's not like I can show up as the Flash while I'm in Paris."

At that moment, another man joined the table. Leonards first thought about him was that the man was perhaps a little too pretty to not be some type of model. "Another friend of yours I presume?" Leonard asked.

"Oh yeah! Leonard, meet my best friend, Jesse St James. Jesse, this is Leonard Snart, criminal extraordinaire!"

"Perhaps you should stop introducing me as a criminal to your friends Smythe." Snart suggested. This wasn't the first time Leonard had met Barry's friends, but he was quickly coming to the realization that "Sebastians" friends wouldn't exactly care if he was a criminal or not. In all honestly, Sebastian kept some really odd company.

Jesse raised a brow, "You're a criminal? Cool. OH! You're the guy Santana talked about! The one who helped during the whole Jeff situation in New York, right?"

Snart barely restrained a snort, "Ah, the charming Santana Lopez. Yes, that would be me she speaks of."

"So if you're a thief and all, what are you here to steal?" Jesse asked.

Barry kicked his best friend under the table, "Jesse don't be an idiot. This isn't one of your broadway plays, this is real life. Snart's a real criminal. You can't just ask the guy what he's here to steal."

"Dude, you're the one who approached him and sat at his table."

"That's because I have no sense of self-preservation." Barry explained with a hiss.

Leonard just sighed. He was counting on an easy week in Paris before performing a seemingly impossible mission. He said goodbye to that thought. For nothing is simple when Bartholomew Sebastian Smythe Allen is involved.