"Dina took Mike's badge for you, didn't she?" Cameron demanded before the door was even closed behind him. In that moment, he didn't much care about keeping it a secret; John had used Dina and gotten Mike in some seriously hot water and Cameron was angry at the whole situation.

"FBI know?" He supposed he should have been grateful that his brother did him the courtesy of not lying to his face, but the cavalier attitude only angered him more.

"No-"

"Natalie?" Johnathan asked, with more emotion in his voice this time.

Cameron hesitated before answering and that pause brought him his brother's full attention; good. "I didn't tell her anything. I'm sure Dina didn't either. . . but she's smart, John, you know that. She'll figure it out eventually."

Johnathan nodded but didn't comment. "M.W. had a guard on the inside. . and I played. . right into her hands. Again," he said with a weary disappointment. Cameron felt slightly mollified seeing his brother was already beating himself up about what had happened. Only slightly. He had a strong feeling his twin was more upset about being played than any trouble he might have caused for anyone else. "And Dina got hurt 'cause of it. Again." Maybe Johnathan felt some guilt after all. "Maybe we just get what we deserve."

"No," Cameron rejected that theory immediately. "Don't go there. We don't- You don't deserve this, Johnny." None of them deserved what M.W. had done to them, the havoc she'd wreaked on their lives. "And I will do whatever it takes to get her. You know that."

He wasn't surprised by his brother's dismissal of his promises, and he couldn't help trying to lighten the suddenly dark and heavy mood with a dash of patented Cameron Black humor and charm, though even that was denied.

"I didn't exist," Johnny reminded him. "There's no life out there for me, Dina was the last of it. And now she's gone, too."

Cameron felt a stab of. . something, hearing the despair behind those words, and found himself forcing a smile and trying for humor one last time. "Well now who's recycling old material?" A moment's hesitation, then, "Besides, you know that's not true. There's Gunter and Jordan, and me, of course. . And let's not forget the president of the Johnathan Black fan club, our very devoted little sister." Part humor, part sincerity. "It's gonna be different, Johnny." He was all sincerity, now. "You just have to trust me."

"We're helping the FBI stop a bank heist? But you hate banks."

"Wh-? No I don't," Cameron replied defensively.

Natalie shot him a look that clearly asked if he was being serious. "Yeah. You do. My whole life, you never went into a bank."

"That's not true-"

"Johnny always went in, pretending to be you. Remember. I can always tell who's who." Cameron didn't reply to that, instead choosing to go back to adding notes to the bank blueprints Agent Daniels had provided for him. It didn't matter, though; they both knew Natalie was right. She'd always known her brother hated going into banks but she'd never known why. She'd also never been able to figure out why, unlike with his fear of small spaces, Sebastian had never tried to force Cameron to get over it. "Fine. Keep your denial," Natalie huffed. "You have to admit, though. . . Stopping a bank heist? Kinda sexy."

Cameron looked up long enough to make a face at his sister then returned his eyes to the blueprint. ". .been spending too much time with Jordan," he muttered with a shake of his head.

"Seven hundred-?" Cameron raised his voice. "Gunter, wouldn't that kill her?"

Gunter turned slightly on the ladder as he grunted noncommittally and answered, "Probably."

"Good," Natalie muttered next to Cameron.

"Don't see the problem," Gunter added.

"We need her alive to exonerate Johnathan," Cameron reminded them both. Natalie huffed with petulant and reluctant acceptance of this fact while Gunter made the offer to lower it a measly fifty volts. She snickered while he let out a soft, put upon sigh. "Would yo- Make sure he doesn't kill her," he begged Jordan wearily.

"No, relax, I got it," Jordan responded immediately before bounding down the steps to have a chat with Gunter. Agent Daniels beckoned Cam over and Natalie immediately made the decision to join Jordan and Gunter down by the entrance; after her brother nearly died to protect her, she had even less warm feelings for the FBI agent-and there hadn't been many to begin with. Besides, she was much more interested in seeing exactly how the wiring and mechanism worked to locked the door and send the current through the handle.

Finding out Cam was down in the vault with the safety deposit boxes sent a shudder of worry and panic through her; he'd nearly died in one before, and the FBI had just gone and sent him back into one?

True, there was little chance of this one closing on him and him nearly suffocating to death, but M.W. had proven to have a vast, extended reach of influence and Natalie didn't trust that she wouldn't find a way to try to kill her brother again. Despite Jordan's reassurance of "He's fine. Kay's down there with him," which really wasn't reassuring at all, considering Natalie didn't trust the agent either, she quickly made her way down to the vault. She relaxed a little when she saw the door wide open with Agent Daniels right be the exit, and relaxed a little more when she saw Cameron perfectly calm and intent on his work as he picked the combination lock.

She startled when Dina came up behind her then smiled sheepishly when she saw who it was. "Hey. . I was just-" Natalie gestured in Cameron's direction. "Watching. You know. ."

Dina nodded and took one step towards the vault then stopped. "I was just gonna have a chat with Kay, but- You alright, darling? You seem-"

"No, yeah," Natalie said quickly. "I'm fine. I'm good. Go ahead, talk with Agent Daniels." Dina hesitated until Natalie smiled and waved her on. She moved silently closer when she heard Dina mention Mike.

"It's just a formality, though, right? I mean, we all know that he didn't steal the diamond." Natalie wondered if Agent Daniels could hear how forced Dina's laugh was, and if Dina even realized it herself.

"FBI agents have to be beyond reproach. At best, they cite him for failure to protect his property. At worst, they fire him and he never works in law enforcement again." Agent Daniels' quick dismissal of Dina's totally hypothetical question of what would happen if someone came forward left a pit in Natalie's stomach. "Just stealing a badge is fifteen years."

Dina. . What have you gotten yourself into? None of them had too much time to worry about it, as it turned out, because Cameron spoke up moments after saying something was wrong. Then the rumbling started. Natalie made her way into the vault, sliding past Dina and Agent Daniels, and stepped up to Cameron's side; if something went wrong, she wanted to be right next to him this time. She was silent, though as Cam continued to work. She was there to be supportive (and if necessary, protective), not to be a distraction. Cam got the door open and they were met with a long tunnel where the box should have been. Her brother bolted from the room and Natalie was hot on his trail.

"Cam!"

"What the hell was that?" Gunter demanded.

"Drilled through the basement, pulled one of the boxes straight out of the wall," Cameron replied only slightly breathless. Seemed he'd been working out since getting lectured by Gunter for being out of shape after his embarrassing seven minute escape. Her brother didn't stop to talk, though. Natalie tried to follow, but Jordan caught her arm.

Before she could protest, or do more than pull her arm away, Jordan was calling Cam back. "There's an entrance to the building's basement two hundred feet down."

Cam seemed to ignore the fact Jordan offered as he turned towards the bank entrance again. Natalie caught the way his whole posture shifted, bristling with tension, and moved down a couple of steps to see out the door and saw it-or rather saw her. "It's her," she breathed, the words coming out quieter than a whisper.

"She's there. She's right there!"

Natalie was almost right behind him, except Jordan caught her arm again with a much firmer grip than a minute before. "Wa- Cam, it's live! IT'S LIVE!" Jordan shouted. Cameron either didn't hear, or didn't register the words of warning. Either way he ended up grabbing onto the bar across the door and getting the same shock that had been intended for M.W.

Natalie screamed as sparks rained down on him and tried to pull free of the restraining hand so she could get to her brother, but Jordan only wrapped his other arm around her waist and hefted her up the two steps she'd made it down. She was about to scream some choice words in Russian when the security guard rammed into Cameron like a damn linebacker and slammed into the wall. Everyone seemed to scream his name at once when he bounced off the marble and fell to the floor. While Kay and Gunter rushed forward, Natalie felt like her legs would give out and suddenly leaned heavily against Jordan. "I got you," he said with a rare gentleness in his tone. "I got you, it's okay." His arms tightened around her when her knees started shaking.

I can't lose him. I can't lose him, she thought.

"You won't," Jordan assured her. Well. She thought it was a thought. She'd meant it to be. But apparently she was whispering it to herself over and over like a magic charm or a prayer. "Hey, hey. Nat. Look at me," Jordan demanded as he gave her a light shake. He waited until she obeyed, staring at him with wide eyes, before continuing. "Gunter lowered the voltage, remember? You watched him do it. It wasn't enough to kill that skinny psycho, and it definitely wasn't enough to kill a grown man." Jordan paused, for what reason, Natalie wasn't sure and didn't care enough to try to figure out in that moment. "Cam's gonna be fine." Jordan looked down at the group crouched around Cameron. "Gunter? Kay? How's our boy?"

Kay was the one to answer. "I called an ambulance just to be safe, but he's breathing fine and he's still conscious. . He's gonna be okay." The last part she addressed directly to Natalie, whose legs promptly gave out as soon as she heard the news.

Rather than trying to hold her up, Jordan sank down to the floor wit her and gave her a controlled descent instead of the otherwise painful drop she would have experienced had he not been holding her up. "Hear that?" he asked softly, still with that gentle tone. "He's gonna be okay. So take a breath, Fly."

That got Natalie attention, and even earned him a weak, watery sort of smile. "We're back to Fly?"

Jordan shrugged. "Cam's not dying, so yeah. We're back to Fly."

She could live with that.

This really only covers the first fifteen-ish minutes of episode 12, but it felt like a good place to end the chapter. Just like with the other two-parter storyline, there will be multiple chapters covering this! I'm really excited to write them all, too, because boy-oh-boy have I spent a lot of time thinking about Natalie's confrontation with M.W. and her reaction to her being put in wit-sec instead of admitting Johnathan's innocence and going to prison. Not to mention how she plays into the forced switched at the very end.

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