Title: Unexpected

Rating: T

Pairing: Trory

Summary: It's Tristan's 27th birthday and he has an encounter with a certain brunette we all know and love during a bank robbery.

Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls and its characters sadly do not belong to me.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever, so tell me what you think. The good the bad and the ugly tell me if I should continue or just quit while I'm ahead. lol

Tristan Dugrey stood in line at the bank, not so patiently waiting his turn. 'Figures that today of all days would be the busiest'. It was his 27th birthday- and he was running late. Looking around, he tried to pass the time by making up stories about the lives of the people surrounding him. The woman in front of her was frantically dialing her cell phone, muttering under her breath about her kids waiting to be picked up. 'Single mother', he thought, 'with an unreliable ex-husband who can't keep promises'. The kid behind him was gazing off into another world, probably dreaming about the used car he would buy with the money from his summer job. Tristan smiled; sometimes he wished he could have had that dream the dream of buying something with hard-earned money. Glanced at the guy standing next to him. 'Now there is a character' he thought. The guy was sweating bullets-no surprise there, he was wearing a long leather jacket in the middle of the summer, but he was nervously glancing around and muttering something Tristan couldn't quite understand. Shrugging, Tristan stepped up for his turn at the teller.

After completing his transaction, he gave the teller a grin and told her to have a nice day. As he walked toward the exit door, he stopped to open his phone and scroll down to his sister's number; she was taking him out for his birthday and he was going to be late. If he had known those few seconds would change his plans for the day, he would have waiting until he was outside. From behind him were a shout and a scream; the man in the leather coat was waving a gun and screaming.

"Everyone against the wall. Now!"

Glancing around, Tristan saw that the half door that lead to the teller's desk was open and he quickly lunged behind it, hiding himself from the view of the burglar.

It had been an hour, and Tristan was beginning to wonder if the police were ever going to do anything. The phone kept ringing, but though the burglar would walk toward it agitatedly he wouldn't answer it. Looking through the glass windows he saw a woman walking through the door nonchalantly. 'Stupid woman' Tristan thought; she didn't even have on a bulletproof vest. 'You'd think they'd have more sense than to send in a rookie cop instead of waiting for the professional negotiators to get here.' He shook his head in disgust. 'Something about her looks familiar though, where have I seen her before?' he wondered and listened as the woman got the attention of the man who held them all hostage.

"Hey what do you think you're doing?"

" My boss wants to know why you won't answer his calls-he thinks it'skind of rude."

"Well you can tell your boss that I ain't letting' nobody go until they get me a limo to the airport and a first class ticket to Mexico."

"Do you mind if I wait here a bit? He'll chew me out if I come out to soon. He thinks I don't put enough effort into my job"

Tristan chuckled along with the gunman. ' So she is a negotiator.' He doubted that the calmness in her voice was false. She sounded sincere and utterly bored.

"What's your name?" she asked the gunman.

"Randy Ashmore, what's yours?"

"Rory Gilmore."

A/N: Tell me what you think. should i continue, should i not? r/r