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A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, got me writing sooner.
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"Cole?" Phoebe asked, hardly able to control her surprise. Her stomach gave a sharp jolt. There was no question. It was him. He never said anything, instead she saw the fine lines of his jaw in the little of his face she could see, indicating that his teeth were clenched tightly together. Phoebe let out a breath of disbelief. "I don't understand." She finally said.
"Give me your hands." He finally said. If there was any doubt in her mind that it was Cole, the definite sound of his voice got rid of it.
"What?" Phoebe asked, her heart still pounding loudly.
"I need to put these on you." Cole said holding up a pair of handcuffs.
"That's it? Five years I haven't seen you and you want to cuff me?" She asked incredulously. "What are you doing robbing a bank, Cole!?"
"Give me your hands." Cole repeated firmly. Phoebe reluctantly complied, grimacing slightly as the metal handcuffs were snapped in place.
"Where's Troy?" The man who had disappeared moments ago entered the room.
"What is it?" Troy, the obvious leader of the group reentered the room.
"Joey's having trouble with the safe." The man said. Phoebe noted Troys annoyance.
"Fine." Troy stated roughly, exiting the room towards the safe. When the second man was sure Troy had disappeared, he turned to Cole.
"Who is she?" He asked, advancing on Phoebe. Phoebe stepped back.
"Don't touch me." Phoebe said, a gleaming look in her eye.
"Oh, feisty. You've got to love tha--" He was cut off as Cole's fist made swift contact with his jaw. He stumbled back, a hand holding his bleeding lip. "What the hell, man!?" He shouted.
"I'd shut up. Right now." Cole warned. Phoebe frowned. What was going on.
"Tr--" The man started to shout out, but Cole was too fast for him. Another fist in the mans jaw, while his knee dug into his stomach, doubling him over. He fell to the floor unconscious.
Phoebe looked up, wide-eyed. "You are going to have to tell me what the hell's going on!" She exclaimed. Cole said nothing, but bent over the man, standing up, a gun in his hand. He pulled out a second gun from his own pocket. He advanced on Phoebe, who stepped back, somewhat afraid. Still silent, he pulled out a key and unlocked her handcuffs, fastening them onto the unconscious man's hands instead. He handed Phoebe one of the guns.
"The hostages are in the other room. Find them, and get out." Cole said, heading towards the door that Troy had disappeared through minutes ago.
"Cole, wh--" Phoebe started.
"Get the hostages ready, we have the money." A voice called from a room away. Phoebe saw Cole grow tense. He pulled her flat against the wall, indicating with a sole finger against his lips for silence. The first thing to emerge trough the doorway was a duffel bag. As a body emerged, Cole lashed out, flipping the man over, rendering him unconscious immediately. He ducked away as shots were fired.
"Turner, you bastard!" Phoebe heard Troy shout. She glanced down at the body on the floor, obviously the other man, 'Joey'.
"Put down the gun, Troy." Cole warned, his own gun cocked at the ready.
"So who is it, huh? Police force? CIA?" Troy asked.
"FBI." Cole replied. He glanced at Phoebe, who looked at him in disbelief. "Come on, Troy. Make this easy for me."
"Like hell!" Troy shouted. Phoebe threw herself to the ground as more shots were fired. She felt a hand grab her around the neck as she was pulled back into a standing position, coughing. The shooting had stopped, and something metal was pressed against her temple. She saw Cole in front of her, his gun pointed at Troy, who was shielded behind her.
"Great." She muttered.
"Shut up!" Troy warned roughly. Phoebe grimaced as the gun was pressed harder into her temple.
"Come on, Troy. You don't want to do this." Cole said quietly.
"You screwed me over. . ." Troy spat.
"Yeah, me. Not her. Me. . ." Cole said. "Let her go, and I'll let you go." Cole offered.
Troy laughed. "How far can I get with all those cops standing out there, man?"
"Look. . ." Phoebe began nervously. "Don't do this. . ."
"Why's that?" Troy asked, seemingly amused.
"I. . ." Phoebe began. "I have a son. He's not ready to lose his mother." Phoebe said finally. She noticed the slight hesitation before Troy spoke.
"Why should I care about that?" Troy asked.
"I don't know. . .I don't--" Phoebe flinched again as the gun was pressed harder into her temple. She looked at Cole, and they held eye contact for a moment. Phoebe was unable to read his expression. He looked away.
"Troy. . ." Cole began again.
"SHUT UP!" Troy started. "JUST SHU--" Phoebe took advantage of his lapse of concentration and managed to pull herself out of his grip. A single shot was fired. She opened her eyes. Troy was lying on the floor, a bullet would in his chest. She looked up at Cole.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Apart from the fact that you never told me what was going on?" Phoebe asked, pulling herself up off the ground. "Peachy."
"I needed you to act normally." Cole said simply. He bent over Troy and felt for a pulse. "He's still alive."
"I'm glad." Phoebe said sarcastically. Cole didn't reply. Instead he pulled a phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
"It's over." He said into it. "I need an ambulance."
Phoebe waited while he talked, her nerves not calming. When he had finished he looked at her again, pulling off the ski mask. Phoebe noted the change in his haircut, and some lines on his face that made him look slightly aged. Other than that he looked exactly the same.
"That was smart what you did. Talking about kids. It always manages to make them nervous." Cole said, for lack of better conversation.
"I didn't just make that up." Phoebe said, watching for his reaction.
"You have a son?" Cole asked, a strange look on his face.
"Yes, I do." Phoebe said. She contemplated telling him the truth. But was now the time?
"Oh." Was all Cole managed. "So you're married?" He asked. Phoebe was surprised at this.
"Engaged." She replied. "But he's not the father." Cole raised his eyebrows. He didn't say anything. Phoebe wondered why he didn't put two and two together.
"I should probably get these guys ready to--" Cole began.
"Cole." Phoebe interrupted. "Wade - that's my son's name - he's five years old." She said. She watched Cole, who was frowning slightly. The frown disappeared after a moment, and his mouth opened slightly in disbelief.
"He. . ." Cole trailed off.
"He's your son." Phoebe finished. She opened her mouth to say something else, but a crash was heard behind them as the door flew open. Several men clad in black entered the room, guns cocked in their hands. They lowered the guns as they saw Cole.
"Is that all of them?" One man asked Cole. Cole nodded, unable to speak. More men filled the room. Phoebe glanced at Cole through all the commotion.
"I tried to reach you when I found out, but I couldn't." She said. "I don't expect anything from you." She stepped away from him and headed towards the exit. That was right, she didn't need him. She had made it this far without him. She didn't need him. No. . .not at all. She made her way outside, trying her hardest to ignore the weird sensation overcoming her body.
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Okay, that's it. Review, tell me what you thought.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, got me writing sooner.
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"Cole?" Phoebe asked, hardly able to control her surprise. Her stomach gave a sharp jolt. There was no question. It was him. He never said anything, instead she saw the fine lines of his jaw in the little of his face she could see, indicating that his teeth were clenched tightly together. Phoebe let out a breath of disbelief. "I don't understand." She finally said.
"Give me your hands." He finally said. If there was any doubt in her mind that it was Cole, the definite sound of his voice got rid of it.
"What?" Phoebe asked, her heart still pounding loudly.
"I need to put these on you." Cole said holding up a pair of handcuffs.
"That's it? Five years I haven't seen you and you want to cuff me?" She asked incredulously. "What are you doing robbing a bank, Cole!?"
"Give me your hands." Cole repeated firmly. Phoebe reluctantly complied, grimacing slightly as the metal handcuffs were snapped in place.
"Where's Troy?" The man who had disappeared moments ago entered the room.
"What is it?" Troy, the obvious leader of the group reentered the room.
"Joey's having trouble with the safe." The man said. Phoebe noted Troys annoyance.
"Fine." Troy stated roughly, exiting the room towards the safe. When the second man was sure Troy had disappeared, he turned to Cole.
"Who is she?" He asked, advancing on Phoebe. Phoebe stepped back.
"Don't touch me." Phoebe said, a gleaming look in her eye.
"Oh, feisty. You've got to love tha--" He was cut off as Cole's fist made swift contact with his jaw. He stumbled back, a hand holding his bleeding lip. "What the hell, man!?" He shouted.
"I'd shut up. Right now." Cole warned. Phoebe frowned. What was going on.
"Tr--" The man started to shout out, but Cole was too fast for him. Another fist in the mans jaw, while his knee dug into his stomach, doubling him over. He fell to the floor unconscious.
Phoebe looked up, wide-eyed. "You are going to have to tell me what the hell's going on!" She exclaimed. Cole said nothing, but bent over the man, standing up, a gun in his hand. He pulled out a second gun from his own pocket. He advanced on Phoebe, who stepped back, somewhat afraid. Still silent, he pulled out a key and unlocked her handcuffs, fastening them onto the unconscious man's hands instead. He handed Phoebe one of the guns.
"The hostages are in the other room. Find them, and get out." Cole said, heading towards the door that Troy had disappeared through minutes ago.
"Cole, wh--" Phoebe started.
"Get the hostages ready, we have the money." A voice called from a room away. Phoebe saw Cole grow tense. He pulled her flat against the wall, indicating with a sole finger against his lips for silence. The first thing to emerge trough the doorway was a duffel bag. As a body emerged, Cole lashed out, flipping the man over, rendering him unconscious immediately. He ducked away as shots were fired.
"Turner, you bastard!" Phoebe heard Troy shout. She glanced down at the body on the floor, obviously the other man, 'Joey'.
"Put down the gun, Troy." Cole warned, his own gun cocked at the ready.
"So who is it, huh? Police force? CIA?" Troy asked.
"FBI." Cole replied. He glanced at Phoebe, who looked at him in disbelief. "Come on, Troy. Make this easy for me."
"Like hell!" Troy shouted. Phoebe threw herself to the ground as more shots were fired. She felt a hand grab her around the neck as she was pulled back into a standing position, coughing. The shooting had stopped, and something metal was pressed against her temple. She saw Cole in front of her, his gun pointed at Troy, who was shielded behind her.
"Great." She muttered.
"Shut up!" Troy warned roughly. Phoebe grimaced as the gun was pressed harder into her temple.
"Come on, Troy. You don't want to do this." Cole said quietly.
"You screwed me over. . ." Troy spat.
"Yeah, me. Not her. Me. . ." Cole said. "Let her go, and I'll let you go." Cole offered.
Troy laughed. "How far can I get with all those cops standing out there, man?"
"Look. . ." Phoebe began nervously. "Don't do this. . ."
"Why's that?" Troy asked, seemingly amused.
"I. . ." Phoebe began. "I have a son. He's not ready to lose his mother." Phoebe said finally. She noticed the slight hesitation before Troy spoke.
"Why should I care about that?" Troy asked.
"I don't know. . .I don't--" Phoebe flinched again as the gun was pressed harder into her temple. She looked at Cole, and they held eye contact for a moment. Phoebe was unable to read his expression. He looked away.
"Troy. . ." Cole began again.
"SHUT UP!" Troy started. "JUST SHU--" Phoebe took advantage of his lapse of concentration and managed to pull herself out of his grip. A single shot was fired. She opened her eyes. Troy was lying on the floor, a bullet would in his chest. She looked up at Cole.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Apart from the fact that you never told me what was going on?" Phoebe asked, pulling herself up off the ground. "Peachy."
"I needed you to act normally." Cole said simply. He bent over Troy and felt for a pulse. "He's still alive."
"I'm glad." Phoebe said sarcastically. Cole didn't reply. Instead he pulled a phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
"It's over." He said into it. "I need an ambulance."
Phoebe waited while he talked, her nerves not calming. When he had finished he looked at her again, pulling off the ski mask. Phoebe noted the change in his haircut, and some lines on his face that made him look slightly aged. Other than that he looked exactly the same.
"That was smart what you did. Talking about kids. It always manages to make them nervous." Cole said, for lack of better conversation.
"I didn't just make that up." Phoebe said, watching for his reaction.
"You have a son?" Cole asked, a strange look on his face.
"Yes, I do." Phoebe said. She contemplated telling him the truth. But was now the time?
"Oh." Was all Cole managed. "So you're married?" He asked. Phoebe was surprised at this.
"Engaged." She replied. "But he's not the father." Cole raised his eyebrows. He didn't say anything. Phoebe wondered why he didn't put two and two together.
"I should probably get these guys ready to--" Cole began.
"Cole." Phoebe interrupted. "Wade - that's my son's name - he's five years old." She said. She watched Cole, who was frowning slightly. The frown disappeared after a moment, and his mouth opened slightly in disbelief.
"He. . ." Cole trailed off.
"He's your son." Phoebe finished. She opened her mouth to say something else, but a crash was heard behind them as the door flew open. Several men clad in black entered the room, guns cocked in their hands. They lowered the guns as they saw Cole.
"Is that all of them?" One man asked Cole. Cole nodded, unable to speak. More men filled the room. Phoebe glanced at Cole through all the commotion.
"I tried to reach you when I found out, but I couldn't." She said. "I don't expect anything from you." She stepped away from him and headed towards the exit. That was right, she didn't need him. She had made it this far without him. She didn't need him. No. . .not at all. She made her way outside, trying her hardest to ignore the weird sensation overcoming her body.
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Okay, that's it. Review, tell me what you thought.