Ten years later.
First Bank of Chicago
"I can't believe this," Christine muttered, "I swear when I get out of this I'll kill her."
"Excuse me?" the woman next to her asked.
"My cousin," Christine replied, "she asked me to drop a deposit off at the bank for her. It'll take ten minutes of my time she said. It's on its way to the boutique, I'll meet you there, she said. This would be my luck."
"What do you mean?" the woman asked trying not to laugh.
"Murphy's Law. What can go wrong, will." Christine replied, "I swear Julia knew the bank was going to get robbed. I'll make sure Julia won't make it alive to her wedding day."
"Good, I thought Murphy just had something against me." she laughed, "Monica Davis."
"Christine Sellers." Chris said, "I'd offer you may hand, but I'm afraid they might shoot us. How long do you think we'll be here?"
"Why, do you have somewhere better to be?" Monica asked.
"No, I just love being held hostage." Christine drawled. Chills went down her spine remembering the last time.
"I think we're going to be here awhile." Monica commented, "He's too jumpy and angry. It doesn't look like the negotiator is playing hardball. It seems like nothing is going the way he wanted. The security guard surprised him and then killing one of his men hasn't helped matters."
"Okay," the man yelled into the phone, "I'll show some good faith, just keep your end of the deal. Grab that one and send her out."
The second gunman walked up to Monica and Christine. "Which one?" he asked.
"The one with the black hair. Get her out of here."
The gunman grabbed Monica's arm and pushed her out the door. Chicago police surrounded her and escorted her back to the command center.
"Monica!" Cody yelled wrapping his arms around her, "Your alive."
"You okay?" Donovan asked, looking her up and down to make sure.
"Fine," she replied, "but these guys are a bomb waiting to go off. They didn't know the bank had a security guard and when he killed one of the gunmen, they're ready to get out by any means possible."
"How many gunmen?" Donovan asked, "Where are the hostages and how many?"
"Four alive, one dead." Monica counted in her head, "About ten to fifteen hostages. The guard is on the verge of death and they know they're facing attempted murder to murder charges. The feel like they have nothing to lose. They keep going to the second floor to make sure no police made it up there."
"Where are the hostages?" Jake asked.
"Half are by the door where I was," Monica replied, "the other half are behind the counter. They won't give up the guard. What are you going to do?"
"Serve them lunch." Donovan stated, "They traded you for peanut butter and jelly."
"Peanut butter and jelly?" Monica repeated, "That's all I'm worth. Not a word Cody."
"You must've left one hell of an impression on them," Cody laughed.
"I made new friends." Monica stated.
"Alex, Jake are you ready?" Donovan said into his headset, "Alex, you're go in with the first HRT team. Jake and I will go with the second team upstairs. Here's the plan."
"Agent Donovan, you better come here." Captain Travis yelled.
"What is it Captain?" Donovan asked walking towards the window.
They looked towards the bank. They could see movement on the second floor of the bank.
"They're positioning hostages in front of the window." Jake said handing the binoculars to Donovan.
"Do you think they're going to start killing hostages?" Alex asked.
"I'm not willing to take the chance." Donovan replied, "It's time to breach the building. I want the HRT teams in position now. We breach now."
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Christine looked out the window. She could see all the police cars that were around the bank. She knew the guard was dead when the one gunman started to panic. They were in serious trouble. They were going to die.
This wasn't how my life was to end, Christine thought to herself. There was more she wanted to do in life. Christine mentally made a list of people of people she was going to haunt. She closed her eyes and waited.
She felt the muzzle of the gun at the back of her head and took a deep breath.
Suddenly they all felt the floor shake and they could hear the voices downstairs demanding the gunmen surrender. Christine cringed as she was pulled to her feet. She felt the gunman's arm around her neck and the cold steel off his gun. He started to wall up the stairs to the roof.
"Federal Agent," Jake yelled aiming his gun, "let the woman go."
"Get out of the way or I'll kill her," the gunman yelled moving up the stairs.
The gunman had his back to the door as he made their way up. Jake slowly followed them up the stairs, keeping his weapon aimed. Thinking he was safe, the gunman pushed Christine towards Jake. Jake caught the falling woman, but in the process he lost his balance and fell down the flight of stairs. The smug gunman proceeded to run up to the roof where Donovan and another HRT team was waiting.
"Are you okay?" Jake asked Christine.
"I will once you get off of me." Christine replied trying to push Jake off her. "Ow, you're supposed to be on bottom and take the bruising."
"Want me to call the gunman back and call a do-over?" Jake laughed helping her up, "Come on, let's get you to a paramedic."
Donovan handed the gunman over to the Chicago police then proceeded to look for his team. "Alex, Jake report in." Donovan said over his headset.
"I'm with Cody." Alex replied, "Jake's with a paramedic."
"Is he okay?" Donovan asked.
"The guy you caught pushed his hostage down the stairs towards Jake." Alex reported, "Sadly the hostage took the brunt of the fall."
"I see him." Donovan replied, walking towards Jake.
Jake was sitting in the back of an ambulance with Christine. The paramedic was wrapping her left wrist. "You're lucky is only a bad sprain." the paramedic replied.
"Oh, yea," Christine replied, "the bandage will look smashing with my bride's maid dress."
"Jake are you okay?' Donovan asked. He nodded at Christine. Christine looked at the man who just walked up to them and felt that she knew him from somewhere. She studied him for a few moments. That voice sounded familiar. "Miss, are you okay?" He was looking directly at her. Christine realized she was staring into the intense brown eyes that rescued her years earlier. "Are you okay?" It's him, Christine thought.
"Donovan, I think she might be in shock." Jake commented.
"Donovan?" Christine asked, "Frank Donovan?"
"Yes," he replied.
Christine stood up and sized Donovan up. It looked like to everyone that she was going to walk away when she suddenly turned and punched Donovan in the face. Jake grabbed her as she tried to hit Donovan again.
"Easy," Jake said grabbing her arms, "he's on our side."
"Let me go." Christine yelled, trying to shake Jake off her, "I've been waiting to tell this jerk off for ten years."
"Let her go Jake," Donovan ordered, rubbing his chin. He was trying to figure out where he's seen her before.
"Ten years I've waited to tell you off," Christine yelled trying to punch him again. Donovan was ready this time when she took another punch. He grabbed her right arm and twisted his arms around her. "Let me go."
"Not until you calm down." Donovan ordered, "Who are you?"
"Christine? Let me go, that's my cousin." a woman yelled, pushing her way through the police line.
"Donovan, what's going on?" Alex asked running up to them.
"Seen any snakes lately, Juan?" Christine spat out. Stunned by hearing that name again, Donovan let go of Christine and looked at her and smiled. "What, nothing to say? Are you going to say something or just smile at me?"
"Why is she calling him Juan?" Alex asked Jake.
"I'm as lost as you are.' he replied shrugging his shoulders. They could see the frustration in the woman's face as Donovan continued to smile at her. They watched as Christine threw her hands up and stalked off.
"Are you going to fill us in?" Alex asked walking up to Donovan.
"Later," Donovan smiled, still rubbing his jaw, "Let's get the paperwork done on the case first."
First Bank of Chicago
"I can't believe this," Christine muttered, "I swear when I get out of this I'll kill her."
"Excuse me?" the woman next to her asked.
"My cousin," Christine replied, "she asked me to drop a deposit off at the bank for her. It'll take ten minutes of my time she said. It's on its way to the boutique, I'll meet you there, she said. This would be my luck."
"What do you mean?" the woman asked trying not to laugh.
"Murphy's Law. What can go wrong, will." Christine replied, "I swear Julia knew the bank was going to get robbed. I'll make sure Julia won't make it alive to her wedding day."
"Good, I thought Murphy just had something against me." she laughed, "Monica Davis."
"Christine Sellers." Chris said, "I'd offer you may hand, but I'm afraid they might shoot us. How long do you think we'll be here?"
"Why, do you have somewhere better to be?" Monica asked.
"No, I just love being held hostage." Christine drawled. Chills went down her spine remembering the last time.
"I think we're going to be here awhile." Monica commented, "He's too jumpy and angry. It doesn't look like the negotiator is playing hardball. It seems like nothing is going the way he wanted. The security guard surprised him and then killing one of his men hasn't helped matters."
"Okay," the man yelled into the phone, "I'll show some good faith, just keep your end of the deal. Grab that one and send her out."
The second gunman walked up to Monica and Christine. "Which one?" he asked.
"The one with the black hair. Get her out of here."
The gunman grabbed Monica's arm and pushed her out the door. Chicago police surrounded her and escorted her back to the command center.
"Monica!" Cody yelled wrapping his arms around her, "Your alive."
"You okay?" Donovan asked, looking her up and down to make sure.
"Fine," she replied, "but these guys are a bomb waiting to go off. They didn't know the bank had a security guard and when he killed one of the gunmen, they're ready to get out by any means possible."
"How many gunmen?" Donovan asked, "Where are the hostages and how many?"
"Four alive, one dead." Monica counted in her head, "About ten to fifteen hostages. The guard is on the verge of death and they know they're facing attempted murder to murder charges. The feel like they have nothing to lose. They keep going to the second floor to make sure no police made it up there."
"Where are the hostages?" Jake asked.
"Half are by the door where I was," Monica replied, "the other half are behind the counter. They won't give up the guard. What are you going to do?"
"Serve them lunch." Donovan stated, "They traded you for peanut butter and jelly."
"Peanut butter and jelly?" Monica repeated, "That's all I'm worth. Not a word Cody."
"You must've left one hell of an impression on them," Cody laughed.
"I made new friends." Monica stated.
"Alex, Jake are you ready?" Donovan said into his headset, "Alex, you're go in with the first HRT team. Jake and I will go with the second team upstairs. Here's the plan."
"Agent Donovan, you better come here." Captain Travis yelled.
"What is it Captain?" Donovan asked walking towards the window.
They looked towards the bank. They could see movement on the second floor of the bank.
"They're positioning hostages in front of the window." Jake said handing the binoculars to Donovan.
"Do you think they're going to start killing hostages?" Alex asked.
"I'm not willing to take the chance." Donovan replied, "It's time to breach the building. I want the HRT teams in position now. We breach now."
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Christine looked out the window. She could see all the police cars that were around the bank. She knew the guard was dead when the one gunman started to panic. They were in serious trouble. They were going to die.
This wasn't how my life was to end, Christine thought to herself. There was more she wanted to do in life. Christine mentally made a list of people of people she was going to haunt. She closed her eyes and waited.
She felt the muzzle of the gun at the back of her head and took a deep breath.
Suddenly they all felt the floor shake and they could hear the voices downstairs demanding the gunmen surrender. Christine cringed as she was pulled to her feet. She felt the gunman's arm around her neck and the cold steel off his gun. He started to wall up the stairs to the roof.
"Federal Agent," Jake yelled aiming his gun, "let the woman go."
"Get out of the way or I'll kill her," the gunman yelled moving up the stairs.
The gunman had his back to the door as he made their way up. Jake slowly followed them up the stairs, keeping his weapon aimed. Thinking he was safe, the gunman pushed Christine towards Jake. Jake caught the falling woman, but in the process he lost his balance and fell down the flight of stairs. The smug gunman proceeded to run up to the roof where Donovan and another HRT team was waiting.
"Are you okay?" Jake asked Christine.
"I will once you get off of me." Christine replied trying to push Jake off her. "Ow, you're supposed to be on bottom and take the bruising."
"Want me to call the gunman back and call a do-over?" Jake laughed helping her up, "Come on, let's get you to a paramedic."
Donovan handed the gunman over to the Chicago police then proceeded to look for his team. "Alex, Jake report in." Donovan said over his headset.
"I'm with Cody." Alex replied, "Jake's with a paramedic."
"Is he okay?" Donovan asked.
"The guy you caught pushed his hostage down the stairs towards Jake." Alex reported, "Sadly the hostage took the brunt of the fall."
"I see him." Donovan replied, walking towards Jake.
Jake was sitting in the back of an ambulance with Christine. The paramedic was wrapping her left wrist. "You're lucky is only a bad sprain." the paramedic replied.
"Oh, yea," Christine replied, "the bandage will look smashing with my bride's maid dress."
"Jake are you okay?' Donovan asked. He nodded at Christine. Christine looked at the man who just walked up to them and felt that she knew him from somewhere. She studied him for a few moments. That voice sounded familiar. "Miss, are you okay?" He was looking directly at her. Christine realized she was staring into the intense brown eyes that rescued her years earlier. "Are you okay?" It's him, Christine thought.
"Donovan, I think she might be in shock." Jake commented.
"Donovan?" Christine asked, "Frank Donovan?"
"Yes," he replied.
Christine stood up and sized Donovan up. It looked like to everyone that she was going to walk away when she suddenly turned and punched Donovan in the face. Jake grabbed her as she tried to hit Donovan again.
"Easy," Jake said grabbing her arms, "he's on our side."
"Let me go." Christine yelled, trying to shake Jake off her, "I've been waiting to tell this jerk off for ten years."
"Let her go Jake," Donovan ordered, rubbing his chin. He was trying to figure out where he's seen her before.
"Ten years I've waited to tell you off," Christine yelled trying to punch him again. Donovan was ready this time when she took another punch. He grabbed her right arm and twisted his arms around her. "Let me go."
"Not until you calm down." Donovan ordered, "Who are you?"
"Christine? Let me go, that's my cousin." a woman yelled, pushing her way through the police line.
"Donovan, what's going on?" Alex asked running up to them.
"Seen any snakes lately, Juan?" Christine spat out. Stunned by hearing that name again, Donovan let go of Christine and looked at her and smiled. "What, nothing to say? Are you going to say something or just smile at me?"
"Why is she calling him Juan?" Alex asked Jake.
"I'm as lost as you are.' he replied shrugging his shoulders. They could see the frustration in the woman's face as Donovan continued to smile at her. They watched as Christine threw her hands up and stalked off.
"Are you going to fill us in?" Alex asked walking up to Donovan.
"Later," Donovan smiled, still rubbing his jaw, "Let's get the paperwork done on the case first."