AN: Wow, thanks for the reviews everyone! They were quite motivational and the reason this one is going out now. It's actually not super long either, but certainly longer than the last one. Either way, here it is and I hope you guys enjoy it too.

Um, I think that's all :)

5 Hours Earlier

Reid entered the Southside City Bank with a smile on his face. It was a beautiful day in central Florida but even better than the warmth of the sun was the fact that the team was actually a step ahead of their UnSubs; always a good position to be in. They had profiled the serial bank robbers and knew that with the progression from smaller banks to larger ones, the Southside City Bank was the only logical next step they would take. Not to mention its location provided the same get-away friendly escape routes as the previous banks. Bottom line, they were quite certain the next attack would be here.

So, in order to prepare the bank's leaders of the ensuing attack, they had been called earlier and now Reid was being sent in to further explain what was to happen. He'd been lucky, really. The rest of the team was going over all kinds of paper work or talking to stuck up SWAT captains, trying to work out an agreement of the best way to safely trap the criminals. This was definitely what Reid had preferred to do.

He walked in and flashed his FBI badge to the woman at the information desk.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Reid and I'm supposed to have a meeting with Angela Homestead."

The woman looked at the badge then back at Reid with a mixture of confusion and admiration on her face. "Yes sir, right away." She then picked up her phone and pressed three numbers. "Ms. Homestead, there's an FBI agent here to see you." She listened for a moment then nodded. "Yes ma'am."

"Agent Reid, if you would like to take a seat in that office," she said, motioning behind her to a glass room, "Ms. Homestead will be right with you."

"Thank you very much," he said, then made his way to the office. It was a very nice bank, clean and new looking and relatively large. Definitely a good target for their UnSubs. He entiered the small dark office, didn't bother to turn on the lights as the glow from the sun was bright enough, and took a seat at one of the four comfortable red chairs. Reid only had to wait for about five minutes before Angela Homestead came in. Reid stood immediately as the woman entered the room.

"Hello, Agent Reid," she said, reaching out her hand to shake his. "I'm Angela Homestead."

"Hello," he responded then waited for her to sit down before he too had a seat.

"So, I understand the FBI is under the impression that my bank will be hit next by the city's notorious bank robbers," she said, cutting right to the chase. It was apparent she was a strong, independent sort of woman. Exactly the type that could effeciently run a place such as this.

"Yes ma'am, we are quite certain of it actually," he replied. "In fact, we are confident about when it will take place as well. They've consistently struck when the police shifts are changing, giving them a better chance of escaping due to the slightly less organized nature of the law enforcement at those times. They are also careful to strike at off times for the banks, usually on weekdays, when the bank's guard is down as well."

Homestead sat and nodded at everything Reid was saying, but he was sure she understood it all.

"With that information, we feel confident they will strike Wednesday anywhere from one to four in the afternoon."

"But that's in two days," she responded quickly. "What are we supposed to do?" Reid sensed a bit of panic in her voice, and reasonably so, at which point he felt he should comfort her in the only way he knew how.

"The FBI and SWAT are planning it out as we speak. You, your staff and all civilians will be locked out Wednesday but the bank will appear to be functioning normally with undercover agents. That way, the robbers enter the bank thinking there is nothing out of the ordinary, when in reality…"

"It's a trap," Homestead finished. Reid nodded, happy that they were on the same page and that she seemed to be appeased by this idea.

"But how are you supposed to keep out all of our clients? We are normally open on Wednesdays and we do have people come in, even if there aren't many as other days."

"We've already begun to contact all of your clients and tell them that the bank will be closed that day, so they are not to come," Reid answered. "Don't worry, Ms. Homestead. We will be sure that no innocent civilians are present when all of this happens."

The woman nodded slowly and seemed to be processing it all. "Well, thank you. It's… it's amazing how you can predict their next move and stop it."

"Yes, it's always nice when we get ahead of the criminals," he agreed. "Well, I suppose that's all I needed to say. Someone else will be coming in later today or tomorrow to give you the complete details and any special information you may need to know, but thank you for your time today and it was a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh you too," she said quickly, rising from her chair and Reid did the same. They shook hands once again and Reid prepared to leave the building. Just as he was nearing the door to leave the bank, he felt an arm wrap around his throat and drag him to the ground before he had any time to react. He heard some people scream as they saw this and begin to leave the building, but another man then began to shout.

"Everyone get on the ground NOW!" he yelled.

Reid, now on his back with a gun pointed at his chest, glanced up and saw who appeared to be the leader standing by the lady at the information desk who Reid had first talked to and was surprised to see her looking at him. She then mouthed "I'm sorry" and Reid then realized that she had told the assailants he was an FBI agent.

All around him, men, women and children were screaming or crying on the floor, scared for their lives. There were several UnSubs, just as the team had predicted, all led by a man in his late 20's to early 30's who obviously was intelligent and narcissistic; Reid was pretty sure was a man named Miles Masterson. Reid felt the breath catch in his lungs, knowing full well that he and his team had made a mistake. Obviously, they had missed something and now, all bets were off.

"Everyone will do as we say, and keep your pathetic lives. Or, you disobey me and you die. It's simple," the leader announced. "Here's how this is going to work. You will all be split up into groups and have team leaders," he said with a smirk. "These team leaders listen to me, so you will listen to them. Again, I don't think it's anything that you guys can't handle."

He then turned to one of the guys who was standing next to him with a very large gun. "Round up the officers and Mr. FBI Agent over there," he said, motioning towards Reid. "And make sure you get all of their weapons."

The man nodded and made his way towards Reid, who was still on his back with a gun to his chest. He bent down, grabbed Reid by his hair and pulled up. Pain shot through his head and he immediately did everything he could to follow the direction his hair was being pulled in. Once standing, the man reached for Reid's gun, took it, then began patting him down. Upon finding nothing except Reid's phone (oh which was confiscated), the man turned and left, leaving Reid standing with a gun still pointed at his chest.

"Alright guys," Masterson addressed his team. "This will be our last stand. Obviously, it is now confirmed that the FBI is onto us which means that this will become a hostage situation instead of our usual. So, follow my lead and we'll get what we want." Reid noted that there was no fear in his speech. In fact, it actually seemed as though this is exactly what he had planned to happen and was even excited about it.

However, the guys around the bank nodded and continued to control their own groups. Reid looked around and noticed that the groups were being split up into even amounts of men, woman, and children which meant that Masterson knew it was a bad idea to put all of the strong men together, knowing they would be more trouble. Instead, with this dynamic, it was more likely that the various groups, although mostly composed of strangers, would by default form a type of bond similar to that of a family and focus on protecting the women and children rather than causing a rebellion. Reid sighed at this knowledge, knowing that that option was no longer on the table.

The only people who were not into groups yet were himself and the two officers who were also standing with their own personal guard. Reid turned to look at Masterson who was now making his way towards Reid.

"You got a name, Fed?" he asked, going through Reid's bag until he found his badge. "SSA Dr. Spencer Reid," he read, then looked up at Reid. "So, a doctor and an FBI agent, all at the age of what, 12? Impressive. Behavioral Analysis Unit… so what? You analyze my behavior and figure out my next move? That worked out well, huh?" he asked with a self-satisfied chuckle.

Reid stood there, taking in the man's arrogance and seeing the team's profile in live and living color. Basically, they had nailed the UnSub and the location, but had terribly messed up with their intended time to strike.

Suddenly, the butt of a gun collided with Reid's torso, catching him completely off guard and forced him to double over. Pain seared through him and made him temporarily lose track of his surroundings. However that didn't last long as Masterson's voice penetrated his brain once more, forcing him back to the present.

"Trying to read me, Fed?" Miles asked. "Don't even try. And you answer me when I talk to you."

Reid tried to take deep breaths and overcome the pain that had just filled his stomach.

"Get up," the man ordered. And before Reid ever really had a chance to obey, two pairs of strong arms grabbed him and lifted him up.

"You're my secret weapon," he told Reid with a grin on his face. "I'm assuming you're a genius of sorts and probably the baby of your team which means they'll want you back that much more. So, on top of all these women and children, I've now got you."

Masterson stared at Reid for what seemed like forever, with a look of tranquility and a certainty that frightened Reid even though Reid knew that Masterson would feel confident about anything he did, regardless of what it was.

"Miles," one of the men holding Reid said, breaking Masteron's attention on Reid. "The cops are showing up."

Masterson smiled and pulled his gun closer to his body. "Let the games begin."

TBC

EN: As you can see, we are going back to the beginning and working our way through. I thought it was a nice way to do it so... I hope you all agree. Well, review if you get the chance, if not, just please come back for more. Goodnight everyone!