"I'm William Highland, and you are?"

"Mr. Highland! Hi, thank you for inviting us. I'm- um- I'm Caitlin Snow" Barry shook his hand, hoping his disguise would hold up. He simultaneously tried to look shorter while still sticking out his chest (which was bound by his nemesis's bra, stuffed with socks) and wow, he was gonna need therapy.

He glanced anxiously around the crowd for a grumpy tuxedoed man with a shaved head. If anything went weird with Highland, he needed Cold to cover him. Finding none, he smiled back at Highland.

"Barry? You found him? Where's Cold? Barry, is everything alright?" Caitlin buzzed in his ear, obviously worried. If Highland were to take control of The Flash just because he stupidly veered from the plan and abandoned Snart, well, things wouldn't be good. He tried to keep his head clear and focused on the plan, alert for any signs of mind control. He pictured the newspaper headings: Central City's Hero Revealed to be Transvestite Barry Allen.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Snow. Actually, I wasn't the person who invited you. This charity ball was my beautiful wife's idea. She has such a big heart; she just wants to give back to the community. She's been planning this for weeks. Have you met her? Oh, she's just so sweet, the nicest woman I know. That's why I proposed, you know. The moment I saw her I knew I wanted to be with her forever."

Barry reflexively took a step back at the man's behavior, forcing an uncomfortable smile. He didn't really sound like he was all there – definitely not like the man Caitlin and Cisco described to him. His eyes had an odd sort of glaze over them, and Barry started to wonder what was in the drinks they were serving here.

"Barry! Barry, get over to Snart now! Run!"

Leonard saw Barry dart into the crowd with his glass, obviously looking for another. Leonard hoped he hadn't spooked the Kid with his behavior. He didn't know why he was surprised when he saw the crowd – this was a party, wasn't it? – but he's cooled down now.

He glanced around the crowd to see a woman looking right at him. They locked eyes for a second, and immediately he felt something in the back of his head telling him to leave. He ignored it, and it went away.

He was waiting for someone, he knew, but he walked over to her anyways. Her blond hair was pulled back into a tight bun with a few strands hanging loose.

"Thank you for joining us this evening. And, what is it that you do?" She had really striking green eyes.

Some voice sounded in his ear: "I'm a mechanical engineer at STAR Labs" he repeated automatically.

"Oh, mechanical engineer? That sounds like such a hard job, it must be a lot of work." She reached out and grabbed his hand, holding it in her own delicately. He was silent. Someone was talking in his ear again, but he wasn't listening. He just wanted to listen to the woman in front of him.

"You know, I do have need for someone like you. Could you help me with something? Please, it would mean so much to me." He nodded. She was so nice, and she needed help. He was going to help her. She was so nice.

"I need you to-"

"CISCO!" Someone ran into him and forced him to drop her hand.

Where was he? His head was fuzzy, and he was immediately on edge. He wasn't wearing his gun. He clenched his fists instead.

"I'm sorry, miss, but we really have to go. It's an emergency, we have to… do something. Sorry." Someone – Barry? Was he wearing makeup? – said even while tugging him away by his arm. He was going to help someone, right?

Barry apologized to the woman Len was talking to and pulled him to the corner of the ball area, heels clicking obnoxiously on the floor.

"Caitlin, why did I just scare some random woman?" he asked aloud, no longer really caring about being heard as he dragged Len through the crowd.

"That wasn't just some random woman, Barry, that was the Meta. I think that's Mrs. Highland." He heard typing in the background "Apparently she caused some big scandal by marrying William Highland only a week after they met. People thought she was a gold digger, but his family supported the marriage. Barry, I think you should check on Snart."

He pulled Leonard into a semi-secluded corner of the banquet room and started to mentally put together what he saw with Mr. Highland. She must be controlling his mind. Barry placed his gloved hands on the sides of Len's face and forced him to look up at him so Barry could check his eyes.

Thankfully, he didn't see a glaze. Snart just looked a little confused, and he even jerked his head out of Barry's grasp.

"What the Hell… Flash? Are you…?" Snart started, taking a step back, his hand hovering above where his cold gun would be holstered.

"Hey, Len. We're on a mission here, I'm Caitlin and you're Cisco. Remember that?"

Snart put his hand to his head and made a sound like he was nursing a headache. He ignored Barry's question.

"What was in that drink you gave me, Caitlin?" He asked with a healthy amount of accusation, though Barry was pretty sure Snart had already put together in his head. He was a bit of a genius like that.

"So we found the Meta." Barry added, mostly just to fill the absence of talk.

"No shit. Let's just get the damn gun." Snart shook off the remaining haze and stalked toward the door they knew was locked in the far corner of the room, leaving Barry to follow.

By the time Barry was able to catch up with him, Len was already picking the lock. He decided that the heels were the first thing to go once he got on the other side of that door. Being slow sucked. Len glanced over at Barry when he got close enough.

"Jesus, about time you showed up, Scarlet. I need you to give me a bit of cover here." Snart jerked his head toward the door, motioning for Barry to walk over to him. Once Barry was within range, unsure of what Snart was asking him to do, Len placed his hands on Barry's thin hips and awkwardly maneuvered him between himself and the lock. Barry did as he was directed, reluctantly so as Snart had to get quite close to him to reach around and feel for the lock. To anyone else, it would look like Snart was seducing him, and wasn't that an odd thought. Barry could feel his arms around his waist, though, and froze.

"You know, you're not really all that good at playing your part" Len's whispered amusedly. Barry put on a confident face and a cocky smile, looking Len in the eyes. That usually seemed to work with him.

"And my role is?" Barry asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Right now? You're being expertly seduced, falling dearly for my charming personality." A look of annoyance flashed briefly over Len's smirking face and Barry could only imagine Cisco's reaction to that statement. The realization that they really weren't as alone as they thought (Caitlin had been quiet for quite some time) sent Barry back into mission mode. Or at least, he tried.

"Um. So, you can pick locks by touch?" Barry asked, and then winced. He was nothing if not the least smooth person ever. Snart smirked a bit at the flounder.

"I'm good with my hands." Len punctuated his statement by unlocking the door, and heat flooded Barry's face completely without permission. Mission, mission, they were on a mission.

Snart checked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching, then they slipped through the door.

A/N: I hope you all realize how easily Barry's disguise could have been avoided, and how much Len just wants to screw with him. There will be much more of this screwing with Barry happening, and much more of Cisco and Caitlin hearing things they really don't need to hear, because why not? This is a fun fic, with a bit of plot mixed in.

How'd I do? Review, tell me things you like and things you don't like. I'm a sucker for innuendos, so there'll be those.