Okay, I decided to do this a little sooner…it's in my head, so I need to get it out. This will be the LAST installment of Falling for G. Also, this first scene is sort of stolen from Bank Job, last night's episode, but I can't help it! I was really worried about Kenzie!
LIVY'S POV:
I was five months pregnant when I went to the bank to deposit some cash. It had been a busy day at the office, although I was no longer allowed out in the field. Ever since the team—mostly Sam, Hetty, and G—had learned that I was pregnant, I had been restricted to surveillance operations and desk work. It wasn't nearly as fun as my undercover missions had been, but I did it willingly. If that was the only sacrifice I had to make in order to keep my baby safe, then I was all for it.
When I walked into the bank, I instinctively surveyed my surroundings—the security guard who was practically asleep on his feet, the two exits, and the six or more employees that were working in the bank.
"Good afternoon," the young woman working at the desk greeted me, smiling brightly. Pregnancy had given me a new glow, one that not even my love for G had, and people seemed to notice that a lot.
"How can I help you today?" the woman asked me.
"I need to make a deposit into my checking account," I told her, pulling my wallet out of my bag.
"How far along are you?" she wanted to know.
"Five months," I informed her, putting my hand lovingly over my stomach, which was getting larger every day.
"My husband and I are trying to get pregnant," the woman whispered to me. "I'm crossing my fingers."
"Well, I hope everything goes well. Now, here is the mon—"
My sentence was interrupted by loud automatic gunfire. Scream erupted all around me and I turned slowly, my hands in the air. Four men, all wearing ski masks and dark clothing, had just entered the bank. Two of them were carrying automatic weapons, and the other two had handguns.
"Everybody down!" they shouted. "And throw your cell phones to the middle of the floor!" one of them shouted as us as another one knocked the security guard unconscious.
I held onto the teller's counter with one hand, easing myself down to my knees, and with the other hand, I dialed my distress code into my phone, which was safely in my pocket. I managed to do it twice, which would automatically alert Eric to my situation.
"Everybody lay down flat on your stomachs!" the same robber yelled. Obviously he was the leader of the four.
"I can't!" I said softly. "I can't lie down flat!"
"She's pregnant," the scared customer beside me added bravely.
The leader of the robbers walked directly up to me. "Pregnant, huh?" He looked at my hand and saw the sparkling diamond wedding band on my ring finger. "Married, too, I see. Nice rock."
As he talked to me, I was very much aware of the gun that was concealed underneath my jacket. Attempting to use it now would be futile, and disastrous to my life.
"Thanks," I replied calmly to him. "My husband spent a lot of money on it."
The woman lying next to me looked at me as if I was crazy. She was terrified, and here I was calmly having a mundane conversation with the robber.
"Get up!" the robber ordered me, pointing his gun directly at my head. "And no funny business, or I'll kill you right here!"
Slowly, I stood up, holding the small of my back for two reasons. The first reason was because I was pregnant, and my back tended to hurt a good bit. The second was to make sure that my jacket stayed pulled down and my weapon stayed safely concealed.
"C'mon, bitch! Let's go!" the robber snapped, grabbing my arm and pressing the gun to my temple. "You and I are going to find the bank manager."
CALLEN'S POV:
I was at my desk, waiting for Livy to come back from running a few errands. She had gone out to deposit some money and pick up a bag of Oreo cookies and some orange soda, which she had suddenly begun craving.
Over the past five months, I had seen my wife go through two months of morning sickness. When that passed, she had begun craving random foods. One night at 2AM, I had gone to the nearby corner mini-mart to get her a king-size Snickers candy bar and some sour Skittles. Two days later, I had left OSP at ten in the morning to bring Livy a large order of French fries from McDonalds. The cravings seemed endless.
Still, a beautiful change had come over my wife. Her face seemed to glow all the time and her growing stomach only made her sexier in my eyes. The fact that she was carrying my baby was an even bigger turn-on.
As I filled out some paperwork, my phone beeped loudly. I pulled it out and saw that it was an Agent in Distress alert. "What the hell?" I thought to myself. Livy's photo was on my screen, her bright eyes looking up at me from the picture. "SAM!" I shouted loudly, getting up from my desk.
"Yeah, I got it too!" Sam called, bounding down the stairs. "Where's Kenzie?"
"I'm right here," she called, coming back from the bathroom. "Where is she, Callen?"
"She went to the bank and the market," I told them.
Eric leaned over the balcony. "I'll find the GPS locator on her car," he announced. "Give me two minutes."
In three minutes, we were in the Challenger, heading to the bank where Livy was. Eric was busy hacking through the security protocols of the bank's complex computer network so that he could access the security camera footage. Hetty was on standby, waiting for whatever news we could give her.
"She'll be fine, G," Sam assured me, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he sped through the traffic. "Don't worry. Livy's a good agent. She's smart."
"She's pregnant, too," I reminded him as my cell phone rang. It was Eric, so I put him on speakerphone. "Go ahead, Eric," I told him.
"Okay, the bank is being robbed, and from what it looks like, the robbers have Livy as their man hostage. She's in the vault with them."
"Damn it," I swore, almost crushing my phone as I balled up my fist.
"Good news, though," Eric spoke up. "She still has her gun. I watched all of the footage from the moment Livy walked in up to the present moment, and she didn't give up her gun anywhere."
"Then these guys think they've got a civilian in the vault with them," Sam surmised. "At least it gives her an advantage."
"Whether or not she's still got her gun, we need to get her out of there!" I declared, shoving several fresh clips into my pocket. "You guys ready for this?"
"Ready," Sam declared, pulling the Challenger up to the curb a block away from the bank.
"Ready," Kenzie and Dom echoed from the back seat.
Okay, tell me what you think. By the way, you'll notice that Dom is still around in my story. I just didn't want to deal with getting rid of him. Kinda disappointed in how that episode ended—they needed closure.
