A/N: Hey everybody, I'm so sorry that it took me so awfully long to update any of my stories, but my final paper needed to be finished... but now I have a little more time at hands and I hope you're still interested in the story... *smiles hopefully*
And well, the chapter didn't work out how I wanted it to work out, but I hope it's not too bad *sighs*
Thank you for everybody, who reviewed the last chapter *hugs you all* and comments for this chapter would be most appreciated *puppydogeyes*
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Disclaimer: None of the CM characters belong to me… I just borrowed them for this little story… my OC'S do belong to me though… this story doesn't mean to offend anybody… this is just for fun… and not for money either...
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Chapter 14
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"Nobody moves or we'll start shooting."
As soon as the words were out of the leader's mouth, Morgan instinctively stepped in front of Reid and out of habit reached for his gun., but before he could draw it, he felt Reid's hand on his arm.
"Don't do that Morgan. It will only make things worse. I mean, we're outnumbered," he whispered and Derek knew that Spencer was right.
It would do him no good to draw his weapon and reveal that he was an FBI agent. Even if he managed to shoot one of the robbers there were two others, who could shoot him in return.
He knew that he needed to wait for the right moment if he wanted to do something.
And he sure as hell didn't want to endanger Garcia, or Reid and the babies by doing something reckless and stupid.
So he resigned himself to waiting for now and he, like Reid and Garcia and everybody else in the bank did, followed the orders the three robbers gave them.
Two of the men ushered all people present in the bank to one site of the hall, while the third man guarded the door.
Morgan counted eight customers and five employers of the bank. One of the employes was now beckoned forward by the leader to lock the door and close the blinds, so that nobody outside would be able to see what was going on inside.
Derek made sure that he was sitting right beside Spencer and Garcia had somehow managed to end up on Reid's other side.
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He was about to say something to them, when the leader demanded attention again.
"Okay, that's how it's going to go. The director and one of my men are going to go to the safe and we'll collect all the money there. And as long as you all follow orders and don't try any tricks, we'll be gone in less than ten minutes and you'll all walk out of this alive," he informed, sounding honest.
Morgan could tell that he wasn't interested in any unnecessary bloodshed, but he wouldn't hesitate to shoot if it was necessary.
But Morgan had also been an FBI-Agent and profiler long enough to know that it wouldn't work like that.
This bank robbery would turn into a hostage situation, since somebody must have seen them entering the bank and in addition that it was only a good five minutes away from the FBI building.
Who on Earth was crazy enough to rob a bank this close to dozens of FBI agents?
Morgan was pretty sure that the police would be here soon and then things would get really ugly and they were right in the middle of it.
He just hoped that the robbers wouldn't find out, that him, Reid and Garcia were FBI agents, let alone that Spencer was pregnant, because that would give these three criminals the upper hand in a hostage situation... even more than they already had with taking hostages.
A groan from his left stopped Morgan from further taking in the situation and he turned his head slightly to look at Spencer.
The young genius had a hand pressed tightly against his belly, pain obvious on his face.
"You okay?" Derek questioned in a whisper, so he wouldn't attract the attention of the three robbers.
Reid nodded slightly, rubbing his stomach in a gentle and soothing motion.
"It's alright... they just sense that I'm agitated and so they're stressed too and are now kicking up a storm," Spencer replied, his voice not more than a whisper too.
But seconds later the caution wasn't necessary anymore because suddenly they could hear sirens blaring and coming closer... someone obviously had called the police.
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Reid and Morgan looked at each other, both with serious expressions on their faces. Things had just gotten a lot worse, now that the robbery had turned into a hostage situation... especially when the men started searching their hostages for any weapons.
Morgan and Reid looked at each other. They both had their badges on them and Morgan had his weapon. They knew it wouldn't be good if those got found.
"We need to hide them," Reid murmured, one hand still rubbing his stomach. The babies were still kicking up a storm and he tried his best not to groan in pain and attract unwanted attention.
Morgan nodded in agreement.
"How?" he wondered, but couldn't get further when suddenly the leader of the robbers was suddenly towering over them, the gun trained on Derek.
"I said to be quiet!" the man snarled, poking Morgan in the chest with his gun. The profiler tried his best to stay calm and not provoke the man.
Derek only nodded to indicate that he had understood the order, knowing that cooperation was their best bet right now.
"Good."
The leader was obviously satisfied with Morgan's reaction, but then his eyes narrowed and he pushed the jacket Morgan wore aside and grabbed the gun hidden there.
"What the hell?" he questioned, giving Morgan a furious look and then he found the badge too.
"You're a fed?" The man asked and when Morgan didn't answer fast enough for his liking, his weapon traveled to Reid, pointing straight at his stomach.
Reid flinched and put his arms around his stomach protectively, paling a little.
"Are you a fed?" he questioned again, his voice low and threatening. He had handed Morgan's gun and badge to one of his men, who put it into the pocket of the dark jacket he wore.
Derek nodded quickly.
"Yeah, I am... BAU to be exact."
He didn't want to tell the man but he would tell him everything if it meant protecting Spencer and the babies, because the moment the man had pointed the gun at Reid, Morgan had felt his heart stop for a second.
"Shit!" the man cursed, trying to keep his calm.
Morgan had almost said something to this but the weapon still pointing at Reid stopped him from doing so.
"I told you it was a bad idea to rob this bank, Charlie," the man that now had possession of Morgan's gun, stated.
Charlie, the leader, whirled around and glared at the other man through the slits of his mask.
"Shut up. We need a new plan. And a fed makes a good hostage," Charlie informed, before he addressed everybody in the bank.
"Are there any other feds present?" he questioned. When nobody answered, the man yanked Reid to his feet, obviously having him picked as the weakest link in here.
Spencer yelped and stumbled a little before he felt a gun once again pressing against his stomach and an arm around his neck, making breathing difficult.
The young genius tried to stay calm and not panic, because that wouldn't help his situation any.
He could see that Morgan was barely held back by Garcia's soothing hand on his shoulder and Derek's face was twisted into a dark glare.
"I asked if there are any feds in here!" the man repeated, poking Reid harder with the gun.
"Please," the young man whimpered, afraid that his babies would get hurt.
Charlie ignored him completely, letting his eyes travel over all people present, trying to determine if anyone was still ignoring him.
"Last chance, if there are other feds in here they better stand up or I'll shoot the boy here..."
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Hotch was quietly working in his office after he had finished the talk with Chief Strauss and Rossi about five minutes ago, when suddenly JJ stormed into the room without bothering to knock first.
"Hotch, we have a situation," she started without waiting for any form of hello from her boss. She was slightly out of breath, which told the Unit Chief that it was really urgent.
"What's wrong? Do we have a new case?" he asked and had already closed the file he had been working on.
"Well, sort of... there's been a bank robbery turned hostage situation in that bank only five minutes from here."
Hotch raised an eyebrow.
"And why are they asking for our help? I mean, we can't form a profile yet. Okay, Rossi could be the mediator, but..."
JJ didn't let him finish.
"No, Hotch... it's the bank Garcia always goes to to get some cash before she goes for lunch at our favorite diner," she said, her voice wavering slightly and Aaron wasn't sure if he liked where this was going.
"And?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"And Garcia, Morgan and Reid left to get lunch about fifteen minutes ago... but they never made it to the diner... I called their cells, they're not answering... you know what that could mean," JJ stated, the panic now evident in her voice.
Hotch stared at her.
"Are you sure that they're in that bank?" he asked, trying to keep his calm. This was the last thing they needed and he was worried how Reid would cope in this situation, especially when he was pregnant.
"Not 100 percent, but..." he couldn't say more when suddenly JJ's cell phone rang.
She picked it up and answered it with a curt "Jareau" and seconds later she paled.
"Thanks Kevin, yeah... we'll try our best and we'll call you as soon as we have news... yeah, we'll get her out, don't worry."
Hotch didn't need to ask who was on the other end of the phone, because he had a pretty good idea who it could be.
"JJ?" he questioned when the blonde had hung up.
"They're in the bank," she replied, her voice shaking with worry and Hotch didn't need to hear more.
"Does Rossi know yet?" he asked, already grabbing his weapon and his jacket.
JJ shook her head.
"No, not yet. I didn't want to worry anyone until I was sure," she admitted, trying to stay calm so that she could do her job.
"Okay, you get Emily and tell the officer in charge that we're going to assist them. I'll go and tell Rossi," Hotch instructed and JJ gave a curt nod again and left the office.
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Hotch took a deep breath. He wasn't looking forward to tell Rossi that Spencer had once again gotten himself in trouble, even though it wasn't the young genius's fault this time.
He knew that Dave wouldn't take it too well since he had become really protective of the younger man.
Slowly he walked over to Rossi's office, knocked and opened the door without waiting for Dave's permission.
The older man looked at him in surprise. He too had started on some paperwork again.
"Hotch?" Rossi asked in confusion, not sure what Aaron would want from him right now.
Hotch took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair.
"I need to tell you something, Dave," he started, not really sure what to tell the other man without worrying him.
Well, not worrying him was nearly impossible. Hotch himself was beyond simply worried. Three of his team were in a hostage situation, one of them heavily pregnant.
"Is everything alright?" Rossi questioned and stood up from his chair to walk over to Aaron to look the other man in the eyes.
"No, not really, Dave. There has been a bank robbery turned hostage situation in the bank just down the street," Aaron started, worried how exactly Dave would react.
Rossi's eyebrows rose and he couldn't help the funny feeling growing in his gut.
"And?" he questioned.
"Dave, Morgan, Garcia and Reid are in that bank."
There, he'd said it and it hadn't been as hard as Hotch had feared, because right now it was just a hostage situation, nothing they hadn't experienced before. No one had been hurt till now and if the BAU team could get involved, there was a good chance they might keep it like that.
Rossi stared at him and then concern was evident on his face.
"I want in on the negotiations," he demanded without hesitation and his hands clenched into fists.
Hotch noticed that it took all of his self-control to stay this calm.
"JJ is already working on that," he explained, before adding: "They're all find, Dave. Lynch has hacked into the security feed and so far nobody has been hurt."
He was glad that he could give Rossi at least some good news and obviously it had helped at least a little, because Dave's hands unclenched.
"Then let's go to work..."
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Rossi couldn't finish whatever he had wanted to say when suddenly JJ stormed into the office again, her face even paler than when she had found out that Morgan, Reid and Garcia had gotten into a hostage situation.
Without even greeting them, she told them, a tear in her eyes: "There have been shots fired inside the bank... and..."
She stopped, her eyes wide and staring at the two older men, who urged her to go on with the looks on their faces.
"One of the hostages is dead..."
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to be continued... if you're still interested...