~SPENCER POV~
It was an early Thursday morning when the team was called in for a briefing on a string of bank robberies. We'd thought we wouldn't have to intervene with this case but after the fourth officer killed and five civilian victims, we didn't have a choice. I walked into the office a little later than normal and Rossi turned to look at me.
"You're late, kid. This is getting to be a once every four years thing." I laughed at his comment and sat down at the table beside JJ.
"Rossi he's thirty three, I don't think he needs a lecture on being on time." JJ said with a smile and I couldn't help but laugh at this.
Rossi shrugged but smiled nonetheless. "I can't help it. I've got to give the kid a little bit of a bad time considering he's always on time. It's not like I'm going to make him do Karaoke again."
We couldn't contain our laughter at the memory of that. Singing karaoke had happened at the bar not too long ago and it would be a day I would always remember. Hotch cleared his throat and reminded us that this wasn't the time for laughter.
"Garcia, continue." He said and we all straightened up after that.
"Right." Garcia said and photos started showing of the nine victims, all having died from bullet wounds. "Nine victims in three robberies. Each bank has had its security footage wiped so we don't have a clear picture of who the unsubs are but it's a man and a woman is what all of the people who've managed to get away from the two say."
"Lovers?" JJ asked and Garcia shook her head.
Morgan looked towards her with a curious look and asked "Teacher and student possibility."
"No, the man is much older. I think it's a father-daughter duo. All of the witnesses say that the girl hasn't shot anyone except for the one's who've shot at her. Which means two of the four cops. A woman at the second bank heist said that the possible daughter even threatened the man that if he killed anyone unnecessary, she'd kill him herself." Garcia said and turned back to the screen. "Whoever she is, it seems the poor kid hates the situation she's in."
Rossi asked the question all of us were wandering in that moment. "Then why not stop?"
"That's what we're going to find out." Hotch said and grabbed the file off the desk before walking out of the room. "Wheels up in fifteen."
We started gather up our files and I grabbed my bag so that I could board the plane along with Morgan and Rossi. JJ stayed behind to talk to Garcia about some of the information they would need when we got to Chicago.
"We see this all the time. It just goes to show that people can't choose their fate." Rossi said.
I wasn't a strong believer in fate but in that moment, I couldn't have agreed more. The moment I boarded the plane, I started looking over the files on the last few bank robberies. I noticed that it said that many people were left alive but the ones that were an immediate threat were taken out.
I scanned those words again and decided that this wasn't a new group of robbers. They'd been going on robbing sprees and that meant not only that they would be trained thieves but trained killers.
"Reid, you look deep in thought." Hotch said and I looked at the files again.
I checked over them a third time before coming to a definite conclusion. "They've been at this for a while. Judging by how they take out the main threat first, scare the other people to where they won't try to fight against them, and stealing or wiping the security camera shows that they are experienced. They are going to be highly dangerous."
"Which means no one is to underestimate them. We need to be extremely cautious with this case and until we find a replacement for Kate, we are an agent short. We can't afford any mistakes if we all want to make it out alive." Hotch said in a stern voice.
For the rest of the plane ride, I threw my focus into the small collection of files we had on this case. I wanted to be ready for anything and everything despite how little information was provided. If I'd learned anything over the years, it was that less information in the file meant more to the story that anyone knew and the more lethal the unsub was.
~TRINITY POV~
I stood there with six men, five women, and two children under the age of 15 on their knees and scared for their lives at the thought of one of my bullets being fired at any of them. I could hear my father putting money in the backpack he'd brought on every heist we'd done.
"I don't see why you insist on leaving witnesses." My father growled and I rolled my eyes at the words I'd heard over a thousand times in my life.
I didn't take my eyes off of them as I said "I don't see the point in killing more people than I have to. I've never been as heartless as you are."
He snorted and said "That's something you get from your mother."
I took my eyes off of him in that moment and said "Don't scoff like she was nothing. I take it as a compliment to be like her and I'd love to know why the hell she settled for someone who didn't come close to deserving her."
When he heard the venom in my voice, his green eyes went cold and continued to stuff the money quietly. I turned back to the people in the room and could see a teenager with black hair and brown eyes had a cell phone in his hand. Sirens sounded in that moment and I saw five cars and two SUV's show up.
"Shit!" I yelled as I turned around to face my dad.
He put the bag over his shoulder and said "Keep the gun on them and I'll try to find an exit."
"You didn't scope the place out before you decided to fucking rob it?" I growled and he shrugged.
He pulled his gun out and said "We'd been having so much luck, I figured no one would be stupid enough to call the cops."
"No, don't." I screamed but he shot the teenager who'd made the call before I could do anything.
My father looked at me and said with no emotion "That was necessary. Fear is necessary. Don't forget that."
He then walked to the safe that I saw had an emergency exit inside of it. I then realized what was happening and screamed "You son of a bitch!"
I watched as he closed the door behind him and the last thing I saw was him brushing his light brown hair out of his eyes. I looked to the people in the room because I'd yet to lower my gun. I looked to the dead teen and watched as a woman sobbed next to him.
"You have five seconds to get the hell out of here before I start shooting." I growled and knew they would listen. They all scattered out of the room in a haste towards the door at one time.
I watched as they fought to get through the door as quickly as possible, they looked out only for themselves. That was society now and nothing was going to change that. I watched as five people walked in after that, all of them wearing F.B.I vest instead of police vest.
"Take your weapon out and place it on the floor." A woman with blonde hair said and I casually leaned against the counter but made no move to get my gun.
A man that looked to be of Italian descent looked to the teenager that was lying on the floor. He was about to lean down to check his pulse but I decided to save him the trouble.
"È morto." I said flatly and the man looked at me surprised.
He looked back to the agent that must have been the muscle of the group. He had dark brown eyes and well defined muscles and I found myself weighing my odds if a fight came down between us. It wasn't good odds but I had been taught at a young age to not go down easy.
"Do you speak English?" The man with black hair asked and it was easy to tell that he was the leader of the group. "Lower your weapon."
I didn't have any emotion spread across my face as I said "Fuck you."
The muscled man moved forward and I made no move to stop him when he grabbed both my arms. I waited until the man was directly behind me and I measured up our heights and the moment I felt his chin behind my head, I slammed back and didn't bother paying attention to the massive headache I would have later before turning around and kicking him in the stomach. This act immediately knocked him to the ground but with no serious injuries.
"Morgan." The leader said and I knew that he wouldn't shoot me because I hadn't drawn my weapon so he tried to run at me and knock me to the ground.
I waited until he was at the right distance before dropping to the ground and using my leg to sweep his feet out from below him. He fell to the ground and at that point the woman had her gun pointed at me. I pulled my gun from my back pocket and the moment she fired, I took this opportunity to fire at her and countered her bullet with one of my own. She watched as the two bullets collided and I made no move to fire again to hurt her.
Despite my hand to hand combat, I had no intention of hurting anyone. The only intention I had was getting the hell out of here. I got close enough to kick the gun out of her hand and met her with an elbow to the shoulder before making a run for the door.
I'd made one big mistake this time though and felt every pound of the Italian man as we collided and he knocked me to the ground. We slid into one of the walls and I felt my head connect with it. I felt my vision going blurry and the last thing I heard was the Italian man groaning in pain and what was a younger agent with messy brown hair and brown eyes handcuffing me before my vision went black.
***So sorry about the mess up on Spencer's POV. I didn't realize that a part of it had been cut off that truly made it from his pov a little better. I hope that helped with some of the confusion. Thank you for letting me know!