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I've received myself some positive reviews and messages, so why not continue this fan fiction? It should not be too hard to finish. In all honesty, I'm not 100% sure what I want to do with this story, but we'll see how it goes. I don't imagine I'll screw things up too badly. I have the strangest feeling I'll have to watch this episode a couple hundred times to get details correct, heh heh…apologies in advance if not everything is accurate.
Enjoy~

The streets of Toronto were pleasantly quiet as Aggie casually made her way towards the bank. She had just received her payment the day before, and had not yet found an opportunity to pay her bank account it's much needed visit. Aggie tended to be a forgetful person, and if she didn't do something right away, she often ended up leaving important things until it was too late. She made a mental not to herself to haul herself down there before she became preoccupied and forgot completely about needing the money she worked so 'hard' for.

Stepping into the bank, she was greeted by a familiar face. Ruby Ogden. Aggie smiled and gingerly tapped her on the shoulder. Ruby's face lit up as she turned.

"Miss Ogden? I believe we know each other. It is Ogden, isn't it? I do believe your sister works with my cousin…" Aggie spoke shyly.

"Agatha Twain, why, I never expected to see you here! You're Constable Higgins's cousin, aren't you?" Ruby said, quickly pulling Aggie into a hug. She shifted uncomfortably.

"Ah, yes. It's been a long time since we've spoken, hasn't it? What brings you to Toronto? I could have sworn that-"

"Julia's going to be married." Ruby interrupted, smiling. Aggie had a habit of speaking quietly and slowly, and often had her sentences cut off before they were finished.

"…Married? Ah, yes. I do believe I've heard. Congratulations." She said, smiling.

"Thank you. Er, Well, Miss Twain. It was nice speaking with you. Take care." Ruby said, promptly ending their conversation and walking towards the other side of the room to speak with a man. Aggie waved politely, her heart sinking.

She never found herself being much interest to other people. She knew no one meant to make her feel this way, but she felt, at times, supremely boring. As much as Glynn cared to protest at times, Aggie did insist that she was just boring.

Sighing, she made her way up to the counter, opening her hand bag.

"Good afternoon, Madam. What may I help you with?" the bank attendant asked uniformly. Aggie drew her check. "I'd very much like to—"

Aggie's sentence was abruptly cut off by a loud bang, what she could only assume was a gunshot. She felt her heart pound, letting out a quiet squeal.

Turning and raising her hands (along with most of the others in the bank) she came to see a tall, dark figure standing at the door way, armed with a rifle. She swallowed hard.

"oh lord…" she whispered under her breath, expecting the worst.

"Not to state the obvious, my good people, but…" yet another familiar voice echoed through the uncomfortably silent bank, which Aggie soon realized was coming from the man.

A large sheet of plaster loosened by the gun fired plummeted to the floor, causing Aggie to jump a tad bit, though she still found herself frozen in fear.

"Oh dear." The masked bandit murmured, stepping to avoid the falling debris. Looking a tad bit embarrassed, he hoisted himself up onto a table in the front of the bank. "anyway… this is a robbery" He cooed awkwardly, raising his gun to the level of a bank consultant's head. "You there, in the common suit and cautious cravat… you must be the bank manager."

He stepped down from the desk approaching this man, stopping not too far from where Aggie was standing. She felt as if her heart was going to stop.

She had never been one for social situations, and easily crumbled under pressure. She certainly wasn't fairing well standing less than 2 feet away from an armed man.
…An armed man who, for some reason, seemed strikingly familiar. She had no time to think about such a thing, though. She was beginning to panic.

"To the vault, sir. And be quick about it, I do have appointments."

Aggie watched as the masked man lead the chosen gentleman into the back of the bank at gunpoint, feeling herself calm down a tad bit after losing sight of his weapon. She took it upon herself to take and hold a deep breath whilst trying to regain her senses.

"There now, that wasn't so bad." She heard his voice hum from the vault in the back of the bank, cuing her to tense up again. The robber made his way back into the lobby, still holding his weapon full in front of him.

The voice was, though, all too familiar. That thought crossed her mind again. Where on earth could she have possibly heard such a voice before?

"Oh my, and what do we have here?"

She watched cautiously as the bank robber approached a young woman about her age, probably another bank attendant, and…

…well, kissed her.

Aggie closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her face flush. Robbing a bank was one thing, but that was pushing it too far.

The robber stood the woman back to her feet and backed away, a smug look painting what little of his face you could see.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have been most accommodating, and I thank you all for your patience. Good day." He added politely, then booking it out the door.

"He's so polite..." A seemingly un shocked woman standing next to her remarked. Aggie groaned.

Suddenly, her face lit up. She had just realized where she had heard his voice.

"Patrick?" she staggered, blinking in shock. The woman next to her turned. "excuse me my dear?"

"…nothing, ma'am."

Aggie felt herself feeling very confused at that moment. That was definitely his voice, no question about it. Why on earth would he, of all people, be robbing a bank...?

She must have been wrong, she thought to herself. She must have been going crazy, due to her shock. She didn't fare well under uncomfortable circumstances, and a sudden bank robbery certainly counted as such a thing.

Just as she felt herself calming down, she heard the banging of swinging doors. The police, and her cousin, had arrived, but just a tad bit too late. In frustration and disarray, she saw Detective Murdoch, one of the station's head detectives, lead one of the constables through he back exit and outside in pursue of the bandit. Amidst all the yelling and commotion, she covered her ears and sighed. This certainly wasn't her day.

Her day hadn't been too lovely to begin with, but a bank robbery and her apparent dawning insanity just made the whole thing worse, for obvious reasons.

The events outside seemed to be rather quiet, and not too soon after they exited, the detective and his constable wandered back in the back exit with glum looks on their faces.

"the man somehow managed to get away." The constable announced.

Thanks for reading!

I'm sorry, I will admit, this chapter was a bit quick paced, as I've discovered I'm not very good at repeating canon scenes. It was also short… Ah, well.

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