Evelyn held onto the rubber grip as the light rail train rattled through the tunnel. She could barely keep her eyes open, a lack of sleep catching up with her. The night before had been hard. Caitlin had arrived at her door near midnight, eyes puffy with tears. They sat on the couch and barely said a word, letting the grief for Caitlin's lost love wash over themselves. It was nearly four in the morning before Evelyn managed to crawl into bed.

The train screeched around the corner toward the next station, popping above ground and coming to a stop. Evelyn shook herself awake and looked out of the window as the train emptied. With a sudden lurch in her stomach she realized the building she was staring at was the bar the rogue's frequented. Her sleep deprived mind vaguely wondered if Len was there. He lived there didn't he? Her thoughts wandered, imaging what his little flat looked like. Probably not much different from the warehouse.

The doors of the train slid shut behind her and Evelyn had realized that in her daze she had walked out onto the platform. She turned and watched as the train ambled away leaving her in the quiet night. Evelyn groaned and stalked towards the information sign. At least fifteen minutes until the next train arrived.

She sat down heavily upon a nearby bench and glanced around. The platform was empty, not unusual for the time of night. The street was deserted as well and mostly silent except for the muffled notes of base coming from the bar. Evelyn found herself staring at the bar without thinking, her mind elsewhere.

A light flicked on above the bar and Evelyn could see a figure moving in front of the window. She bit her lip as she realized it had to be Len, the figure too lean to be Mick. She half wished he would open the window and see her sitting there, stalk across the street and make a smart ass remark about her stalker ways, and do that thing with his lips while he waited for her defense.

Evelyn almost smiled before berating herself at the thought. It had been months since she had spent the night with Len but her memory of the moments they had together were still vivid in her mind. A creeping sort of loneliness had taken root in that time, a curious sort that couldn't be filled by drinks with friends or nights in with her sister. She had made a half hearted attempt at online dating but found it only exacerbated her loneliness.

Evelyn had been so confused at what had happened between Len and herself. At first she was angry at her own foolishness spawned in desperation. Leonard Snart was her one-time kidnapper, she should have hated him, reviled him but Evelyn couldn't find those emotions when her mind was on him. Instead, she found herself saddled with regret for kicking Len out. After everything he had put her through she still missed him.

She shook her head and turned away, staring blankly ahead as her wrestled with her emotions once more. At last the light of a train fell across the station, groaning to a stop before her and as she boarded she pointedly picked a seat facing away from the street.

"Cisco is single you know." Caitlin said lightly from the kitchen, preparing herself for the indignant comments her sister was about to make. Evelyn huffed and shook her head.

"Stop trying to set me up with your coworkers!"

"What? You guys always seem to get along when we hang out." Caitlin said half smiling as she glanced back at her sister. "He's a good guy, Evie. You deserve that."

Evelyn stopped herself from asking why Caitlin didn't just date him instead, knowing that would be insensitive. She simply shook her head and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

"I'm perfectly alright on my own, thanks." Evelyn said as she dug around inside of the utensil drawer, looking for the bottle opener. "Besides, Cisco is just a friend. I wouldn't want to mess with that."

Caitlin nodded and brought the salad she had prepared to the table. She glanced at one of the cameras that watched from the corner.

"These cameras are a little creepy, Evie."

"I know, you tell me that every time you come over. Every time." Evelyn said, raising her brows at her sister in aggravation. "Please don't start on the big brother thing again."

Caitlin put her hands up defensively, "Okay, okay. Just saying." They sat at the table and made their plates in quiet before Caitlin spoke up once more. "You know, if you don't feel safe you can always come live with me." The offer caught Evelyn by surprise, ever since they were kids Caitlin had always wanted her own space. But now she wanted to be roommates?

"I appreciate the offer but I think we'd kill each other, Cait." They shared a laugh, so far the atmosphere had been light, they hadn't spoken about Robbie once. Evelyn had noticed that her sister seemed to be doing better every time they saw each other but there was still the odd late night breakdown.

They chatted amicably for the remainder of dinner before Caitlin grabbed a bottle of desert wine from the fridge. The sisters sat on the couch and watched tv together for a little while before Evelyn spoke.

"Hey Caitlin, I need your advice." She said quietly, sitting straight. Caitlin looked at her sister with big eyes.

"My advice? Of course."

"So there's this guy-"

"What?!" Caitlin grabbed Evelyn's hand and squeezed it. "And you didn't tell me?"

Evelyn took her hand back defensively and narrowed her brows at her sister.

"It's not serious, actually I'm not sure if it's anything at all. Just, calm down."

"Alright, alright, I'm calm."

"So he's not the greatest guy. He's done some things that he shouldn't have. And his career path isn't ideal. But we have this weird relationship, I actually like being around him. He's sweeter than I thought he would be. But I can't get over what he's done and I'm afraid that I've pushed him away because of that." Evelyn looked down at her lap, thinking of Len.

"Everyone has made mistakes, Evie. Did you ever really give him a chance?" Caitlin said quietly.

"No, I didn't want to be vulnerable."

"Yeah, nobody ever wants to be vulnerable but sometimes you have to take a risk." Evelyn nodded at her sisters words but didn't say anything more. Caitlin took the hint and together they sat silently watching tv for the rest of the evening.

Evelyn laid in bed with her phone, staring at the recently dialed screen. The number Len had given her was there, innocently sandwiched between a call to her dentist and the local pizza place.

She took a deep breath and pressed call, her heart beating furiously as she listened to the call connect and start ringing. Evelyn couldn't help but feel an inkling of disappointment as the call went to voicemail. She hung up feeling dejected and began to ready herself for bed, crawling under the covers and hugging her pillow.

It had barely felt like she had closed her eyes when she awoke to a strange sound coming from the living room. Evelyn checked her alarm clock, finding that she had been asleep for at least an hour. Perhaps her sister had forgotten something? She slid out of bed and opened the bedroom door, finding the figure of a man in the dark hallway. Evelyn screamed before grabbing a vase of her shelf and chucking it towards the figure.

"Get out of my house!" She yelled, making a mad dash for the closet where her bat was held. She heard the vase smash behind her, uncertain if it had made contact.

"Evelyn!" A hand grabbed her shoulder before she could reach the closet, halting her progress. She swung around, her fist catching the edge of the man's chin. Her knuckles screamed in pain and the man gave a grunt but did not release her.

"Let me go!" She growled, digging her nails into his face. The man jerked back and released her, grabbing his face.

"Jesus, first you try to kick me in the face now you scratch me? I'm starting to think you're not worth all of this trouble, Evelyn."

Evelyn stopped short, finally recognizing the voice. She found the hallway light and flicked it on.

"Snart? What are you doing here?" Evelyn asked bewildered. He moved his hands away from his face, revealing two deep scratches across his cheek and a red circle upon his jaw. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, you frightened me."

He quirked a brow at her, "What am I doing here? You called me. I made some assumptions based upon the nature of the last call and here I am." He touched the scratches on his face gingerly, "But it doesn't seem like you were expecting me."

"I-uh, no. Not exactly what the call was for."

"Ah, just calling to remind me that you detest me and everything I've done?" Snart said with a certain amount of snark. Evelyn could sense his bitterness. She frowned up at him before shaking her head.

"Actually, that's kind of the reason, but wait just a second. I need to clean this up." She gestured to the remains for her vase scattered upon the floor. She made to navigate through it before Len put out his arm, stopping her.

"Wait here, I've got shoes on. Where's your broom?" Evelyn made to argue that she could do it herself but Len cut her off, "Nope. Not picking glass out of your foot again. Where's your broom?" Evelyn rolled her eyes but pointed to the far closet near the kitchen, watching as he safely made it there and back. Len swept the glass from the floor and tossed it in a box before returning to Evelyn's side.

"Come on, let's go sit down." She gestured to the bed and sat cross legged atop her pillows. Len smirked a little and sat beside her, leaning against the wall.

"I like it when you invite me into your bed." He said suggestively, raising a brow at her. Evelyn laughed softly and shook her head.

"Oh, I bet you do." Evelyn could already feel that creeping loneliness lifting. That something missing returned. "But not why I called you."

"So I surmised when you assaulted me in the hallway." Len rubbed his jaw.

"Sorry, again. I actually wanted to apologize for how I treated you last time you were here." Evelyn said quietly. "I only said those things because I was feeling vulnerable, I wasn't comfortable with the feelings I had for you and I acted out of fear. I'm sorry."

It was a few long seconds before Len spoke. "Define feelings." He said bluntly, staring away from her. She swallowed heavily, suddenly nervous.

"I just felt more comfortable with you than I thought I should have. After everything." They sat in the heavy silence for a few seconds before Evelyn couldn't help herself, letting the words spill from her mouth. "I didn't want you to leave and I think that scared me. I didn't want to be attached to you. But I took that out on you and that was wrong."

Len stared away from her for a few more seconds before turning towards Evelyn, his eyes full of emotion. He opened his mouth and then closed it, brows furrowing before opening his mouth once more to speak.

"What does that mean for us now?" He asked quietly, voice so serious it sent a chill up Evelyn's spine. She bit her lip and shook her head.

"I have no fucking idea. I didn't think this far ahead." She shrugged and Len let out a bark of a laugh.

"How the fuck did we get here?" He said, the laugh still lingering in his voice. He winced as the pain in his jaw became apparent. Evelyn frowned and reached her hand out to soothe him, placing it upon the other side of his face. She realized too late how intimate the motion was but didn't move away. Len leaned into her touch, suddenly much closer than he was before. His eyes were closed, but he didn't move any closer. Evelyn knew it was her turn to make a choice. She could pull back and walk away from this thing that had together or she could take a risk.

"Sometimes you have to take a risk."

His lips were soft as they met her own and for a minute or so nothing else mattered. She could have stayed like this for the rest of the night, just being with him but rough knocking at the front door interrupted her contentedness.

"CCPD!"

Len leapt out of the bed, reflexively reaching for the cold gun that he didn't have. Evelyn grabbed his arm.

"Did you set off the alarm?" She hissed quietly, trying to shove him out of the way.

"What alarm?" Len asked, looking at her in horror. "You didn't have an alarm before!"

"Yeah, before I had a masterthief boyfriend!" She growled, wondering how the hell she was going to explain Len to the police.

"Boyfriend?" Len smirked at her waggling his brows, "That's an assumption."

"Shut up, you know what I meant!" She whispered angrily, settling on an idea that she hoped would get them out of this mess.

"Mhmm," He hummed cheekily.

Evelyn took off her shirt and pajama bottoms, leaving her only in underwear. Len made a sound of approval.

"I'm starting to like this plan, but you need to fill me in." Len whispered in her direction, Evelyn turned toward him and gestured for him to take off his clothes as well. "Starting to like it even more."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, and whispered "I'm going to make it look like you're my booty call who forgot to turn off the alarm and that they just interrupted us in the middle of sex." She grabbed a robe and headed for the door.

"CCPD!"

"Just a second!" Evelyn yelled toward the door, but stopping halfway there to grab a can of whipped cream and dashing back to the bedroom.

"I don't do food in the bed, Evelyn." Len said eyeing her with fake suspicion.

"Just make it look freaky, okay?" Evelyn whispered. "Just in case."

She ran to the door and opened it, hoping she looked as indecent as possible. Two male officers were there, looking at her lack of clothes with mild shock.

"CCPD, ma'am. We received a call that the silent alarm had been triggered."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I told my boyfriend to let himself in, he must've forgotten to disarm it. He was in kinda a rush." The officers kept their eyes glued to her face, avoiding any temptation to look lower.

"That's alright ma'am, we just need to verify your identity and take a quick look around."

"Yeah, of course, come in." She let the officers inside, hoping against hope that her plan would work. One of the officers took her id and had her reset the alarm while the other wandered around the house. He returned a minute or so later, looking very red in the face.

"All good?" The officer with Evelyn asked, quirking a brow at his partner. The partner answered in the affirmative and the two of them bid her farewell with a warning to be more careful next time. She walked them out and locked the door behind them.

"Len? Did he see you?" She walked into the bedroom but stopped short, seeing Len almost completely covered in whipped cream. "Oh my god, you didn't need to use it all!" She said between laughs.

"You said make it freaky. This is pretty freaky." Evelyn could only make out his mouth as a reddish hole in a sea of white. She sank to the floor, laughing even harder. Len started to laugh as well.

"Go get in the shower, please. Before you ruin my sheets." She wiped tears from her eyes as he ran past, leaving dollops of cream everywhere in his path.

Evelyn managed to clean all the whipped cream before Len stepped back into the bedroom, holding only a towel around his waist.

"The CCPD now thinks you are a complete freak. Great job, Evelyn." Len teased as he threw himself onto the bed.

"Oh thanks, totally what I was aiming for when I called you." She said sarcastically before slipping into the bed beside him. She turned towards him. "Are you going to put clothes on?"

"You know, Evelyn, I'm feeling pretty good right now. Why ruin a good thing." He smirked at her before whipping the towel off and flashing her as he slid under the blankets to join her. She laughed, feeling lighter than she had in months. He pulled her close to her chest and rested his arm across her back. It was quiet for a few seconds before Evelyn spoke.

"So is this what we do now? Cuddle?" Len laughed but didn't open his eyes.

"We can do something else instead, any suggestions?" He whispered throatily, Evelyn took a deep breath but shook her head.

"No, I'm good. This is nice." She snuggled closer to him. Len kissed her forehead and settled back on the pillow.

"It is nice."

A/N: Wow that took forever! Anyways, thanks for your patience