A/N: I know it's been forever since I last updated this, but it is not dead. I had some issues combatting my muse recently which I have finally managed to get over. Thank you for you patience and a huge thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, followed, and/or favorited this story. You all are awesome.

Without further ado, here is Chapter 3 of Fear Thy Father.

-BG

Barry was already 'on scene' when Joe arrived at the parking lot of Saints and Sinners, the space where Leonard Snart had been kidnapped cordoned off by crime scene tape and cops all over the place. After placing the APB out on Snart and declaring him a missing person, Joe had called Barry, telling him to place the tests of his current samples in a temporary file and not to attach it to the Snart case just yet. They needed to make this look natural. Barry already having the evidence would be suspicious, even if they claimed the Flash gave it to them. They would need to collect separate samples for the police while the others samples were running back at the lab.

"What do you have, Bear?" asked Joe as he approached Barry.

"Definitely blood," said Barry, following Joe's lead, "I'll have to run a few tests back at the lab to find out whose, but I suspect it's from Leonard Snart. There's some tire tracks from the car pulling away. It's a gold 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V. License plate number is 2RS 365. Officer Vukuvich is adding it to the APB on Snart and Lewis."

Joe raise an eyebrow. "How exactly do you know what car, much less the license plate number? I'm sure you could get the car from the tread marks, but the license plate and color too?"

Barry remained entirely unfazed. "The bartender says Snart will sometimes leave the car here for a few days when he's out of town on 'business' so he keeps a card with the info down in case their tow company tries to take it. He gave it to me when I walked in to check out their security video with Pa-I mean, Detective Spivot." Barry gestured toward the bar and Joe noticed the security camera pointed straight at the parking lot. "We were hoping it might have caught the whole thing."

"And?" asked Joe, "Did it?"

Barry grimaced. "He wouldn't let us see it. Said we need a warrant if we want to see the tape."

"Even after you told him what we think happened?" said Joe.

"Even then. He said that if it was his bar, he'd give it over to us. Unfortunately, he said the owner would skin him alive if he just handed over the tape. The owner has a thing for…privacy apparently."

Joe bit the inside of his cheek. This was not good. "How long until we get the warrant?"

"Hopefully, right now." Barry glanced passed Joe and the detective turned, finding Patty walking toward them with a sheet of paper in hand.

"You got the warrant?" said Joe incredulously.

"Yeah," said Patty, handing it over, "Judge Sumner was still up dealing with some casefiles and was all too happy to sign it."

Joe nodded. "Sumner was the one who helped us prosecute Lewis Snart. I'm sure he couldn't sign it fast enough."

"Well, lucky for us anyway," said Barry, "We need to check out that video."

Joe nodded. "You done out here?"

"Yeah." Barry sealed one last evidence bag and closed up his kit. "Need me to take custody of the tape?"

"Exactly," said Joe. He headed toward the bar, Patty and Barry in tow.

The bar was unusually empty, but it wasn't unusual given the bar's usually unsavory patrons. Most were probably going to avoid the bar like a wildfire until the heat died down. The bartender was busy sweeping up the backroom when the trio entered, the sole present employee giving them a scarce nod before setting down his broom.

"Gentlemen, ma'am. You have your warrant?" The bartender took the proffered paper from Joe, reading it over carefully. "Right. Sorry about that. The boss-"

"Would have your hide for just letting us in," finished Joe, "I understand. Can we see the tape now?"

"Disc. The owner updated the system a few months back," corrected the bartender, "But yeah. Follow me."

Joe followed the bartender to the backroom, Barry and Patty at his heels. As they suspected, the video showed Leonard Snart racing out to his car where upon Lewis attacked him, knocking him out and throwing him in the trunk of the younger Snart's own car before pulling away. It all happened within a matter of a few short minutes.

Joe turned to the bartender who had stepped aside to let them watch. "And you were working when this all happened?"

The bartender nodded. "I had just served up Len a drink when he asked me to turn up the news. I was half listening while I cleaned behind the counter, but I saw him bolt out of the place. Never seen him run so fast in the entire time I've known him. I didn't know what happened until his sister called asking about him. She came over really quickly after the call and then left just as fast. I didn't think to review the camera until you all showed up."

"You had someone possibly kidnapped from your parking lot and you didn't think to check the cameras?" said Joe flatly.

"Like I said, we only just put in the new system a few months back. Until then, we only had a couple inside the bar, not on the outside. And usually the owner checks the footage, not me. He likes to try to grab a little dirt on people if he can if you know what I mean…" The bartender shrugged, seeming uninterested.

Joe nodded his head slowly, but eyed the bartender cautiously. Something about the man's story seemed off. For his helpful yet indifferent attitude, he seemed a little too attentive. "Right… We'll take that disc then if you don't mind."

"Sure." The bartender pulled out the DVD and Barry took it from him, carefully placing it in an evidence bag. "If you need anything else, I'm here for another hour or so until my replacement gets in."

"Got it." Joe glanced the bartender over. "What's your name?"

"Mike. Mike Canon."

"Well, thank you, Mike, for what you have given us. It should be a start for finding Snart." Joe held out his hand to the bartender who shook it.

"No problem. I hope you find him. I know he's a criminal and all, but he's one of the better blokes that comes through here," said Mike, "I mean, at least he pays his tab."

Joe kept a straight face as he spotted Barry and Patty exchanging amused grins. "Got it. Well, we'll see what we can do. Patty, Barry, we need to get back to work."

"You got it, Joe." Barry led the way out, followed closely by Patty.

Joe cast one suspicious look back at the bartender before following the two, something still irking him. He was definitely going to look into this Mike Canon once he got back to the station. Something about the man just did not sit right with him.

Mike watched the detectives and the CSI leave the bar, waiting until he was sure they were gone before locking the door to the backroom. He flopped down in the swivel chair, pulling out a cell phone from underneath the desktop and dialing a number. It wasn't long before the call was answered by a grim.

"Get the boss on the line. It's about Snart." Mike glanced at the door. "We've got a problem."

Cisco was half way through his facial search for Lewis when his computer lit up with an alert, drawing his attention immediately. "GUYS! I've got something!"

"What is it?" Lisa was at Cisco's side in seconds, her eyes widening hopefully. Jay and Caitlin quickly joined him, circling around to view the screen.

"I was running a search for the Cold Gun signature alongside the facial recognition and I got a hit. I have the signature showing up somewhere on Washington Street and Norman Avenue," said Cisco.

"There's a bar there," said Lisa, "Lewis used to go there all the time after work."

"Was there a particular reason why?" asked Caitlin."

"It was a cop bar," said Lisa, "Still is as far as I know."

"I'll call Barry," said Caitlin, "Let him know."

"Let me know what?" The group turned to see Barry strolling in with Joe.

"We found out where the Cold Gun is," said Cisco quickly, "It's at Washington Street and Norman Avenue."

Joe's face lit up with recognition. "I know that place. There's a cop bar there. Hank's. Chyre and I used to go there all the time when we were patrol officers."

"I have a feeling we know both why and who is going there," said Barry. He was in his outfit in seconds. "And if it is Lewis, I'll try to get Snart's location out of him once I disarm him. If it's Snart, I'll try to find out what's going on and bring him here."

"Be careful, Barry," said Joe, "If it is Lewis, he's going to be out to kill and he will try to kill you."

Barry nodded. "I will." He glanced at Lisa briefly and was off, papers flying in his wake.

Cisco felt someone grab his hand and looked to see that it was Lisa, her eyes locked on the map as Barry's red dot drew closer to the Cold Gun. He gave it a slight squeeze. Hopefully, the worst would be over after this.

Lewis wasn't exactly sure what to expect then he walked into Hank's, pausing just inside the door. Much to his surprise (and a little bit to his joy), he found the place hadn't changed since he'd been here last. Sure, there were new faces here, but he recognized many old ones too. Like the former beat cop turned bartender behind the counter whose eyes had focused on him and whose hand was drifting toward the house phone. Best to take care of him first.

Lewis whipped out the Cold Gun, aiming and firing at the bartender. Disappointingly, the shot went a little to the right, icing the house phone rather than the bartender. Oh well. At least he knew to adjust his shot now.

Lewis barely flinched as every cop in the bar with a personal weapon drew it, chuckling to himself at how many of his former colleagues stared at him in surprise. Excellent. No one had been expecting him at all.

"I don't supposed anybody would mind buying me a drink," said Lewis sarcastically, "I'd say I deserve one after two decades of sobriety."

"Lewis Snart, you're under arrest." Lewis smirked at the rookie cop that had spoken, the tremor in the young man's voice despite his bravado beyond amusing. "Drop your weapon."

"Oh, this old thing?" Lewis looked at the Cold Gun appreciatively as he ever so slightly adjusted his aim at the cop. Even if he missed the little punk, he'd hit someone. Unsurprisingly, the rest of the cops tensed, but hesitated. Good. They were already afraid. Now to show them the meaning of true fear.

The lightning that suddenly exploded in front of him sent Lewis careening backwards and out of the bar, the landing leaving him slightly winded. He stood just as quickly as he had fallen, his anger growing as he spotted the red suited freak known as the Flash standing between him and his targets. "Well if it isn't the legendary Flash…"

The Flash gave him a hard look, turning his head ever so slightly and speaking to the officers behind him in a distorted voice. "Go. I'll handle this."

Lewis watched most of the officers comply, a few sticking around until the Flash motioned for them to leave. "Don't want an audience, Flash?"

"Don't need collateral damage," replied the speed freak, "That and I have a few questions for you. Namely what you've done with your son."

Lewis almost laughed. Almost. The naïve hero before him was too much. Above everything else, he was concerned for Leonard? Now that was a surprise, that's for sure. "And here I thought you two were enemies."

"We are," replied the Flash flatly, "But that doesn't give you the right to kidnap him nor me a reason not to care about his welfare, particularly considering your rather brutal history with him and his sister."

Something clicked in Lewis' head and he couldn't help but laugh. So that's what this was all about… Why his son's enemy was searching for him. "You're working with my daughter, aren't you? Of course, you're working with her… Who else would the little bitch turn to since I took Leonard out of the picture."

The Flash let out a low growl and Lewis tensed, ready to fire the Cold Gun and turn the freak into an ice statue. "First of all, don't call her that. Secondly, what have you done with your son?"

"He's a little busy at the moment. I'm afraid he'd going to be tied up for some time…" Lewis, leveled the Cold Gun at the Flash. "As for my daughter, I can call her whatever I want. And when I get my hands on her, she's going to-"

The Flash was on Lewis almost too fast for the experience criminal to get off a shot. However, the former cop and experience criminal managed to pull at the trigger in a split second and the shot glanced the Flash's side, sending him skidding across the room with a delightfully loud cry of pain. So the freak could be hurt. Good. Now to end this before the pathetic hero wasted anymore of his time.

Lewis fired at the Flash again before the fleet-footed freak could start running again, freezing the freak's legs to the floor first and continuing to fire until the hero's whole body was covered in a thick sheet of ice and until the freak stopped screaming in pain. Grinning madly, Lewis took a step forward, fully prepared to break the ice and end the Flash once and for all. He hesitated as he heard sirens in the distance. As much as he wanted to finish off the Flash, he had other thing to do tonight and getting caught again by the police wasn't one of them. Besides, there was no way the police would be able to free the Flash from his icy encasement before the freak froze to death. While he hadn't had the chance to ice a few of his former comrades, at least he'd gotten a chance to have a little fun after all.

"So long Flash…" Lewis grinned, pulling out the phone in his pocket and taking a quick snap shot of the newly minted ice sculpture, "Stay frosty."

Lewis chuckled and made his way out of the building. Now to get to the next phase of his plan tonight…

Cisco didn't need Barry to speak to be able to figure out what had just happened, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he watched Lewis disappear from the chest camera's view. He had to act fast or Barry was a dead man.

"His vitals are bottoming out!" Cried Caitlin, voicing Cisco's own panic.

"I've got this! I've got this! Barry, hang on. I'm bringing the heat!" Cisco activated the therma-threading program, hoping to God that it would work fast enough to save his friend.

A ragged gasp of air came over the com and Cisco instantly knew that his speedy action had paid off. "The suit… What's happening?"

"Therma-threading, baby," said Cisco proudly, watching Barry's vitals stabilize and Caitlin give him a thumbs up, "A little something I added exactly for situations like this."

There was a soft grunt over the line. "I'm free… Hang on a second…"

Barry's GSP signal disappeared from the bar and he was suddenly in the lab, his breathing heavy and his face bright burning red. Jay quickly moved to steady him, Barry almost instantly leaning into the other man for support as he helped him to the medical suite. Caitlin followed them over, starting to check over Barry the moment he as seated.

Cisco glanced over at Lisa who hadn't said a word during the whole incident, obviously shocked and terrified by what had just occurred. He put a hand gently on her arm, feeling bad as it caused her to flinch. A mere moment later, she threw her arms around him and broke down into sobs. Cisco held her, understanding her emotional turmoil only too well. They had been so close to catching her father and saving her brother… So terribly close only to be denied by Lewis' twisted actions.

"Do you think Lenny's even alive?" whispered Lisa, her voice cracking and breaking Cisco's heart.

Cisco tightened his hug ever so slightly. "I don't doubt that he is. If there's one person I would trust to be able to stay alive in a tight spot, it's your brother. And, despite today, we're going to find him. One way or another."

Lisa merely nodded, continuing to cling to Cisco. The scientist cast a brief glance toward the medical suite and catching the distraught and guilty expression on Barry's face. They had been so damn close…

Lewis was waiting at the back room of Ruby's, another dive bar known for its unsavory clientele. Unsurprisingly, the place was still a piece of crap, but it had one thing Lewis needed. A contact.

"Well I'll be damned." Lewis almost smiled as his former partner, Travis Avery, entered the room. The two had first met back in the beat cop days, the two of them greener than grass and itching to make something of themselves. It was no wonder they both had fallen in with the Santini Family and kept with the family despite some of their set backs.

"It's Lieutenant Avery now, isn't it?" said Lewis smugly, clasping his old friend's hand, "If I wasn't on the lamb, I'd buy you a drink."

"More like one for me and six for yourself," replied Travis good-humoredly, prying a hearty chuckle out of Lewis, "So what brings you here? Why'd you need to talk to me?"

"I want back in," said Lewis simply, "I kept my word to the Santini's. I never said a peep about you or them. I just want back in the business. I figured between you and Leo I might have a chance."

Travis gave him a confused look. "…you don't know, do you?"

Lewis frowned. What now? "Know what?"

Travis motioned for the bartender to bring them both some drinks. "First, let's have a drink. Then I'll fill you in on what's been happening since you've been gone and make a few calls. I can vouch for you, but you might need to do the Santini's a favor…"

"Oh?" Lewis kept his eyes fixed on Travis as the bartender arrived with their drinks and Lewis took a quick sip of the liquor. "What kind of favor?"

"The kind that involves handing over your son to them on a silver platter."

Lewis merely took a long swallow of his drink. "Fill me in on what the idiot kid of mine did and get me back in. I've got no problem handing over Leo. He's been dead to me for a long time. I wouldn't hesitate even if they asked me to kill him myself."

Avery smiled. "I forgot how much of a cold bastard you were, Lew."

Lewis smirked, the Cold Gun at his side almost too much of a coincidence now. "You have no idea, Travis… No idea…"