This is my first fanfiction guys so please don't hate the characters are a little OOC

I dont own Degrassi or the charactors...YET!

Summary:Eli's best friend Adam has money isuess so Eli helpes his best friend by robbing a bank but when the police come they take all the people in the bank hostage also Clare who works there this is not a love story or is it?

(Eli's POV)

Standing in front of a full body mirror before me, I examine my outfit, and like always the theme of my apparel is black. From head to toe, I was covered. My mask was good and on correctly. The only thing that was visible to anyone is my eyes, which weren't really big deal if seen, because it's not like anyone would be able to identify me from just seeing my eyes.

I smile at my refection. "Looking good, Eli." I compliment myself, even though my face is hidden. But honestly, I don't really care how I look like right now, but I know I just need to look... well... not like myself.

I don't want myself to be recognizable, because in about an half hour my best friend, Adam Torres, and I were going go and rob a bank. He and I have been planning this for a few months now, and although I didn't really need the money, Adam does.

See, Adam loves to play poker, and one night he sort of dealt a bad hand and lost a lot of money. After this, he has been having money issues with some Hispanic guy and he feels this is the only way to solve his finance problems. And as for me, with the money, I could be able to buy nice things for my 6-year-old daughter, Nicki, and give her the life I think she deserves.

When my wife, Fiona, died, it was during the birth of our daughter, Nicki. While conceiving Nicky in the hospital, there we're complications, and I was told that one of them wouldn't make it out of this experience alive, and I was given a choice. Both of their fates were placed in my hands.

I knew that if I kept Fiona alive over our daughter, she would never be able to look me in the eyes again, because she'd be too angry at me - furious, that I had ended our daughter's life before it had even began, so I did what I knew she would have wanted me to do, I choose Nicki, and cut hers short.

Even though Fiona would have felt guilty if I chose her to live, I feel guilty myself, for I am the one who let her just die. And it still kills me to know that I caused her death. But out of all that, I am very grateful to have my daughter. She's my whole world and I love her, and in her, I see a little bit of Fiona's characteristics. She reminds me that I'll always have a piece of Fiona still with me when she's by my side.

And as for Adam, he has always helped me out with my problems, so I feel that I could repay him for all of his loyalty by accompanying him in his heist quest.

"You ready," Adam questions while leaning on the wall behind me.

"Are you," I challenge, still looking at my reflection in the mirror. He emits a low chuckle as do I.

Laughs die out and in the reflection on the mirror, I can see him biting his bottom lip in nervousness. Suddenly, he blurts out, "Are you sure you want to do this? because I understand if-"

I quickly cut him off. "You were there for me, Adam," I soothe, glancing back at him, "so now I'm going to be here for you, and you're jus going to have to deal with that." I throw a smile at him and he smirks.

"Thanks man."

"No problem."

He nods, "Well if you're ready, I'm going to be waiting in the car. " After announcing that, I watch as Adam leaves the room. I hear a door open, then shut. I begin walking, until I glance out a window that views the backyard. Out the window, I eye Nicki on the swing set with my sister, Bianca, behind her, pushing her to go higher. I find my grin has turned into a grimace.

I need to say goodbye to my daughter and sister, because if Adam and I's plan fails, I would have never said goodbye to them. This may be a goodbye meaning forever, or a goodbye meaning that I'll return in a few hours.

I don't know.

I take a deep breath and remove my mask before going out the back door. I open the door and trot over to the two girls. Bianca was aware of our plan and she had tried to talk me out of this idiotic scheme, but I wouldn't back down, I couldn't leave Adam hanging, and as for Nicki, she was clueless, she had no idea what I was about to do.

"Hi dad," Nicki shouts, and Bianca stops pushing her to glare at me. Nicki hops of the swing set and swiftly runs over to me. She tugs at my jacket. "What are you wearing? Are you a super hero? Dad, are you?!"

Pulling her up into my arms, I smirk, "I'm always your superhero, and never forget that, okay, Sweetie?."

"Okay enough with the cheese dad," Nicki giggles. She was a lot like me, and she always made me laugh.

"Nicki go back to the swing," Bianca demands quietly. "I want to talk to your dad for a sec." Nicki nods in understanding and I set her down, she takes off in a full sprint to go back to the swings.

"Are you really sure you want do this," Bianca questions nervously, "you have fifty percent chance of never seeing your daughter ever again, Eli. You know that right?"

"Yeah, I know," I nod, "but that is not gonna happen, Sis. Now give me a hug before I go." I opened my arms and pulled her into my embrace.

"I just..., dont go please," she begs, holding back her tears. She soft pushes herself away from me, breaking our hug.

"I need to do this, B." I say, "I'll be back, I promise, and I'll bring something back for you. Okay?" She nods and sniffs after I say this to her. I may have promised to come back, but I'm not too sure if I will. Walking back to the back door, I say "Bye girls. I love you both."

"Bye," they reply in unison, but Nicki sounds more cheerful, while Bianca sounds more melancholy. I hate that I'm risking so much right now.

...

(Clare's POV)

While approaching the front door of First Federal bank, Harold, the doorman, hold the door open for me. "Hey Harold" I greet him.

"Morning, Miss Edwards," he beams. "How are you doing this fine morning?"

"Good as always, I answer, "I just really feel like working today." Truthfully, I never felt like working. I hated this job, but my parents got it for me. They thought it would be good for my image - whatever that means. But let me just say this, working at a bank may be the most boring job a person could have. Nothing ever happens here.

"Oh," Harold says, not knowing how to respond to my answer.

"It's okay Harold," I chid, flashing him a half-smile. "But I really need to go, so bye!"

"Bye miss Edwards!" he dismisses as I stroll inside the building. I sigh as I scan the area, local people are walking around to the desk areas, and all my co-workers look extremely busy as usual. Looks like this is going to be yet another boring day.

And a very special thanks to my beta reader MakingFrenchFriesInTheSnow for making it even more awesome :D