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With Artie on the phone, Jay took the opportunity to try to stop Frank's bleeding again. It hadn't worked earlier, and Artie had forced him to give up, not caring if he died.

Jay knelt next to Frank, noting the complete absence of color in his face. "Hey cop," he whispered, nervously. "You still alive?"

Frank heard the voice as if from far away, his half-conscious brain not understanding the words.

Jay felt for a pulse, and found it. He sighed in relief, and looked to the hostages huddled a short distance away. "Anyone got anything I can use to stop his bleeding with?"

They all just stared at him, scared to death. Realizing he truly meant them no harm, a couple of the men threw him their shirts.

Jay was glad to see that both hostages had other shirts underneath the ones they'd so unselfishly given up. Now Artie wouldn't know which of the hostages had tried to help Frank, and hopefully none of them would suffer for it.

Jay looked behind himself to see Artie still on the phone, his back to them. He held the shirts to Frank's wound, not knowing if Frank's silence was a good or bad thing. He suddenly realized that he didn't see Frank's chest rising and falling with breath. Oh no…he felt for a pulse again, and almost didn't find one. He felt it suddenly, beating slowly, faintly. He sighed. This guy ain't gonna make it, there's no way. He tried to stop himself from being upset by it, instead trying to remember that this man was responsible for putting his and Artie's good friend in jail.

He suddenly jumped when Frank groaned softly, and opened his eyes slightly. He stared at Jay for a minute, trying to figure out who he was, realizing that he was the one who had attempted to rob the bank. Who was the man who'd stabbed him? Frank couldn't remember, only knowing that it wasn't this man.

Suddenly Artie started yelling, still on the phone. Frank listened to the threats Artie was making on his life, and he looked at Jay.

Jay could see the question on his face. "He has a grudge against you for putting someone he knows away." He said it bitterly, angry himself.

Frank tried to speak. "Who…"

"Tommy Zelano."

Frank tried to remember the name, but he could feel his consciousness slipping. It suddenly popped into his head, surprising him. "The drug dealer."

Jay shrugged. "Yeah."

"He was…selling to…kids…" Frank said, gasping when a wave of pain shot through him. "One kid died…..what I did…saved lives…kids lives…" His eyes closed and he went limp.

Jay thought for a moment that he'd died, and after what he'd just heard, he felt a wave of regret. The blood continued to flow from the wound, however, and Jay found a pulse still beating, but he had to practically dig his fingers into Frank's skin to find it.

Suddenly Jay heard a slam, and turned to see that Artie had gotten off the phone. He started to walk over, and Jay stood up, trying to block Artie's view of the hostages' shirts over Frank's wound.

Artie walked right over, and looked down at Frank. "He dead yet?"

His callous tone made Jay angry. "No."

Artie shrugged. "Oh well."

"Artie!" Jay called out, as he started to walk away.

"What?" Artie threw over his shoulder.

"What's going on now?"

Artie turned around then, and smiled, looking deranged. "I asked for a chopper!"

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"He wants a chopper."

They all looked at Jake as he put the phone down.

"And he actually thinks he gonna get one?" Cody said.

Jake shrugged. "I don't care what he thinks, I told him we'd get him one just so he'd let Frank and the others go."

"We'd better get one down here then," Chief Morgan said. "To make him think we're holding to our word." He ran over to some of his men, to give them orders.

"Did he say anything about Frank?" Alex asked, anxiously.

Jake sighed, leaning on the police cruiser. "No, he ignored the questions. Still won't tell me his name either."

"Why don't we try to use our wire camera?" Cody suggested. "Then we can get a pic of him and put it through the FBI database."

Jake nodded. "Good idea, do it."

Cody gave him a sheepish look. "It's at HQ, it only came yesterday, and I didn't put it in the van yet."

Everyone groaned.

"Go get it then," said Jake.

Cody nodded, and ran off.

"I hope Cody drives as fast as he types," Alex remarked, without humor.

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Inside the bank, all was quiet, except for the occasional sniffing coming from the group of terrified hostages.

Artie was pacing, occasionally talking to himself.

Jay was still trying to stop Frank's bleeding. He'd managed to get it to slow, but it still wouldn't stop. The shirts that the two hostages had given him were completely soaked through, and he was now using one given to him by another man. Frank's pulse seemed even weaker now, and his skin was very cold.

"Where is it?!" Artie suddenly exploded.

Jay jumped, startled at the abrupt outburst. "What? The chopper?"

Artie nodded.

Jay shrugged. "I guess it takes time, to fly it here."

Artie sighed, muttering under his breath, as he continued to pace.

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Cody had parked the van next to the chief's cruiser, and was anxiously watching the computer screen as he waited for the SWAT men to place the camera.

The rest of the team stood over his shoulder. All they saw so far was the wall of the bank, as the SWAT member looked for a crack or opening to stick the tiny camera through.

Suddenly the picture started shaking around, as the camera was being forced in. When it stopped, they could see a man pacing, and a few people sitting on the floor, part of a group that they could not see the rest of.

There was no sign of Frank.

Using the computer, Cody moved the camera around at every angle he could, but still couldn't find their boss.

They all made noises of disappointment, at missing the chance to see their leader's condition.

Cody pointed the camera back at the pacing man, zoomed in, and snapped a few pictures of him, at different angles as he paced.

"The guy's giving us some great shots," he said, with a laugh.

"Does he look familiar to anyone?" Jake asked.

They all shook their heads.

Suddenly the man stopped pacing, and started talking to someone they couldn't see. He turned in their direction, and it seemed like he looked straight at the camera.

"Oh yeah, man, great pose," said Cody, snapping away.

Suddenly the man started walking towards it, taking out his gun.

"Uh oh," said Cody.

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"What the—? Jay, drag Donovan over here!"

Jay looked up, in surprise. "What?"

"Do it! NOW!"

Jay looked at Frank, in despair, and sighed. Artie's mind had apparently snapped this day, and Jay was afraid he'd kill him if he didn't obey. How did I ever get into this? he thought, as he grabbed the unconscious Federal Agent under his arms, and carefully complied.

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 "Frank!"

The team all watched as a man dragged Frank over to where the other man was still standing. The phone was in reach, and the man grabbed it, and quickly dialed.

Chief Morgan picked up the phone when it rang, and Artie's voice screamed in his ear.

"Nice camera! You just signed Donovan's death warrant! Before this ends, I'm gonna kill him right in front of you!"

Morgan's mouth dropped, but before he could say anything, Artie hung up.

The team watched in stunned silence as Artie yelled into the phone, pointing his gun at Frank's head. Then he slammed the phone down, pointed the gun—Franks's gun, they realized—and shot the camera. To their utter shock, it shattered.

"$3,500, down the drain!" Cody wailed. He realized a minute later how that sounded, and he made a face as if to say, 'opps.'

Alex was speechless, not able to speak for a minute, after what she'd just seen.

Monica swallowed hard. "Guys…I don't think Frank's gonna make it out of this one."

Jake slammed his fist on the computer table. "No! This jerk is NOT gonna get away with this! Cody, send those pictures to the FBI! The minute anything comes back, I wanna know."

Cody nodded, looking like he agreed with Monica.

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The hostages screamed when the gun went off, and Jay jumped a mile, himself.

"What was that for?" Jay asked, not having seen the camera, though it was more obvious then the SWAT team knew; the camera being black, the walls being white.

Artie walked over and grabbed it, bringing it over to Jay. "Now they know who we are."

Jay paled.

"Throw the people in the vault."

Jay blinked. "What?"

"I said; put the hostages in the vault! What are you, deaf?"

Knowing better then to argue, Jay went over to the hostages and motioned for them to get up and walk. He forced them into the vault, trying to shut out their cries of fear. Why did I ever get into this, I must've been crazy! he thought. Man, I will NEVER commit another crime as long as I live. When he returned, Artie gestured towards Frank with the gun. "Him too."

Jay almost protested, but luckily caught himself.  If I'm not careful, I'll probably end up in there! Trying to hold in a sigh, he again started to slowly drag Frank, this time in the direction of the vault.

Frank moaned softly once, and if Jay had a weapon, he would've taken Artie out then and there.

Who does this guy think he is? he thought. Taking people's lives into his own hands, like he owns them? Anger started to grow in him. The bank job was supposed to be clean, a simple, 'this is a holdup, gimme the cash! Thanks, see ya!' He hadn't even known Artie had brought the knife! I was in it for the money, not to hurt people. If this guy dies, I will not let Artie get away with it.

He kicked the vault door—which he wasn't about to lock, sealing the poor hostages in—and dragged Frank inside.

The hostages crawled back as far away from him as they could, clearly afraid.

Jay looked to make sure that Artie couldn't hear him, and then said, "You people don't have to be afraid of me, I had no intentions of anything like this! I didn't want anyone hurt."

They all just stared, not sure what to think.

Jay sighed. "Look, I'll prove it." He pulled Frank closer to them, and then stepped back. "Artie made me bring him in here, maybe that's a good thing, you people can help him better then I can."

The three men who'd given their shirts slowly crawled over to Frank, keeping a wary eye on Jay as they got closer.

"I know you don't trust me, after what has happened I wouldn't trust me either!" He frowned, thinking that didn't sound quite right. "Look, I really mean this, if there was a way for me to get you all out of here, I would!"

Suddenly he heard footsteps, and realized that Artie was coming. He quickly left the vault, and closed it as much as he could without it sealing.

"Hey, what's taking you so long?"

"Nothing. Everybody's inside, figured you wanted me to stay here and keep an eye on 'em."

"Oh." Artie turned around, looking nervous.

Jay had to force himself not to sigh. Artie's sudden unease was making him practically shake with fear. If Artie was now doubting a successful getaway, after getting them this far—after causing it, you mean—then he felt he should kiss his life goodbye while he was still alive to do it.