The sun reflected brightly off her aviators as she stepped out of her black SUV. She squinted in the sunlight, taking in her surroundings. This place was a mad house at the moment. Police officers and FBI Agents alike were lined up, surrounding the small building, guns drawn simply waiting for orders.
"Agent Prentiss!"
She looked to find a flustered young man who seemed unable to stand still in the frenzy. "You are?" She raised a single eyebrow over her sunglasses.
"Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid."
Emily Prentiss looked the young man over. To her, he looked barely old enough to be out of school, let alone old enough to be a doctor. She shrugged, whatever. "Okay so… Reid?"
"Yes Ma'am?" He nodded expectantly.
As she shut the car door, she spoke. "I need two things from you." Emily started walking toward the crowd of law enforcement officers. The young agent ran after her and before he could ask she spoke again. "First, I need you to calm the fuck down. And second, give me the god damn run down already."
Spencer Reid was taken aback at first by the tall brunette woman's language and attitude. Sure, he had heard the rumors about the uptight and bitchy Emily Prentiss, but experiencing it now he was most definitely surprised. "Uh… uh…" he stumbled over his words as he jogged to keep up with the woman's fast-paced walk. "Right. So. We believe the suspect goes in to rob the place, someone triggers the silent alarm, and he then gets caught in this mess. It is also believed that there are four hostages in there."
Emily looks at him, no expression on her face. "Get me Special Agent Aaron Hotchner." She pulled on her tight Kevlar vest and quickly strapped up as Agent Reid ran to find his boss. He came back moments later, followed by a tall handsome man.
"Prentiss," the older of the two men greeted Emily.
"Hotch." She nodded with the slightest hint of a smile. "How long has he been in there?"
"30 minutes and counting."
"Have you tried to negotiate yet?"
"No Prentiss. We were waiting for the best to start the negotiation."
This time the smug smirk on her face was evident. "Alright. Then get me connected to this guy."
…
-Two Hours Earlier-
Jennifer Jareau, or JJ, as her friends called her, was running late. So late. "Henry please hurry! Mommy's gonna be late again."
Just then a little blonde boy, no older than three, came running out of the house. "Sorry Mommy! I couldn't find Blanky!"
The woman couldn't help but smile at her adorable son as he climbed into his car seat in the back of the car. "God forbid we leave Blanky!" JJ exclaimed.
As soon as her son was safely buckled in she pulled out of the driveway and drove at a faster speed than the speed limit sign suggested. On her way she speed dialed number two in her phone. "Hello?"
"Megan! I'm running late and I'm trying to cut down as much time as I possibly can. Could you meet me outside and get Henry so I can get to work?"
"Of course I can!" The young woman on the other end of the line answered.
JJ sighed in relief. "Oh thank you so much. Thank you! I'll be there in like five minutes."
"Anytime Ms. Jareau."
Four minutes later JJ pulled up to the curb where Henry's babysitter sat waiting. "Ok, Henry Baby, I have to go fast. I'll pick you up at five. I love you Little Man."
"Love you too Mommy!" The little boy replied getting out of the car with help of the young brunette babysitter.
"Thanks again, Megan!" JJ called, driving off before the girl could respond.
She pulled into the parking lot at 9:06. Six minutes late. "Fuck!" She exclaimed, hitting the steering wheel angrily. "There goes that promotion you wanted, JJ. Good one."
Quickly she let herself into the bank, checked on things in the lobby, and continued on to her office. Maybe her boss wouldn't notice. It was only six minutes. Six minutes wasn't hurting anyone, right? They didn't open until 9:30 anyway. Shaking it off, she went to her paperwork.
Shortly after 9:30, opening time, a tall slender man walked in sporting a handgun. "Sir, you aren't allowed to be here," the oldest teller spoke.
He displayed a large grin on his face as he made his way to her window. "Good to see you too, Mary." He leaned in slightly and pistol whipped her right there. She quickly fell to the ground. He turned around and called out loudly, "Oh Jennifer!"
JJ heard the voice and froze. "No. No. No." She mumbled as she pushed the silent alarm under her desk. Slowly, she got up and exited her office to the lobby. "Will."
