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Sam Evans stood outside National Merit bank in search for his wallet; he knew he had it when he got out his 2014 RAM 2500, he just couldn't remember where he put it. He exhaled as he checked his jeans found it in the back pocket. He slapped it across his left hand with his right and started towards the front door. His mother was right as always. She would tell him and his brothers, if their head wasn't screwed on they would lose it. He checked his watch wondering if he would have time to pick up his mother's gift. As the oldest son of Mary Evans his gift had to be better than his brothers. It wasn't a competition because every year his brothers try to outdo him and every year they fail.

Checking the time he knew he had about 5 minutes or so before the real reason he was going to the Bank arrived. A few months back he randomly showed up to the bank one saturday because the online banking site was down and he bumped into a woman who smiled and took his breath away. She was exiting and he was entering but he knew he had to see her, so the next week he went back about the same time and there she was in line talking to someone on her bluetooth. It was her laugh this time that caught him right in the heart.

The next week he missed her because he was running late but that didn't stop him. For some reason they never said more than a few words to each other. They would smile and do small talk in line but never exchanged names or numbers. It was better that way. He didn't want more than that back then, but the more he saw of her the more he wondered if maybe they should be more.

His phone rang and he answered, knowing it was his mother, checking his status, he was running late as per usual for his Saturday.

"I know I am running late, I just need to stop at the bank and one more place then I will be over." He stated before she could even speak.

"Take your time I know how busy you are."

"Never too busy for you momma." And that was the truth, Sam and his brothers would walk through fire for her, do whatever they had to, to make sure she was fine.

She smiled into the phone. "I was just talking to Mike about finally trying to find another job."

Sam shook his head. "That is never going to happen, he loves being a detective."

"You know I worry about him like I worried about you being a profiler. I know you loved it just like he loves his job, but as your mother, I worry and I cannot help that. And then you see all these killings of police officers and shows where they are being shot at. I just want to know that my boys are safe, is that too much to ask?" she ranted on.

"Mom, I have to get inside, but I will see you in a little bit." He didn't want to rush her, but given an inch, his mom would take ten miles.

"Ok, but don't forget your dad should be calling you in a few hours or so please make sure you are there."

Sam ran his hand over his short hair. "So his flight landed safely?"

"Yes and your grandmother was more than thrilled to see him."

"I bet! Okay well once I leave here and go and see about your gift I will be there."

"Okay, I love you."

"Love you too."

Sam hung up smiling, he loved his mom and her crazy ways. Raising three boys and one girl wasn't easy, especially whenever their father traveled to Nashville to see his mom. Between Dwight Evans working as a Chef, then opening his own bakery, and Mary working as a nurse it allowed them to provide for their boys and see that all of their boys followed their dreams. One thing they instilled in their children was never to give up on their dreams, their goals or their happiness.

Sam; who was the oldest at Thirty-two and known as the Protector of the four, graduated top of his class in both high school and college despite his learning disability. Graduating in three years he was scouted to be a profiler for the FBI. Ten years of serving, he retired knowing there was more to life than profiling Criminals, and opened his own security store selling state of the products from alarm systems, to surveillance to Survival Kits. You needed it, he had it or could get it.

Blaine Evans, originally Blaine Anderson, was adopted by the Evans family when he was 2. His mother was 14 and couldn't keep him and after he was born, she tried but it was just too hard. While Sam was the joker, Blaine was the "level" headed one as his friends and family know him, he decided instead of breaking the law he wanted to be the law and worked his butt off to become one of the youngest detectives on the force.

Stevie a year younger than Sam was the charmer of the four, taking his love for photography and opened his own studio after finishing school. When his business grew, he moved in next to their father's bakery, so that he could help out when needed but still have his own place. And rounding out the foursome was Stacy the spoiled one known as the lover, not a fighter, while her brothers all went the route that worked for them, she decided to go into law and become a lawyer.

Each Evans followed his dream thanks to the love and support from their Parents, they always told their kids to never judge a book by its cover because that is the person who will surprise you every time. Mary learned that when she first met Dwight. He was as she always described as one of the sexiest men she had ever met. Standing at 6'4 he was the man all of her friends wanted, but to her surprise she got. She being 5'4 and extremely shy, she just knew he was not interested in her, but when he asked her out, she vowed to never let him go. And now thirty-four years later. They were still just as in love as ever.

Getting out of his head, he walked towards the front of the building wondering if the woman was inside already. As he reached the door and hand reached the door with him and jerked back feeling the immediate spark and knowing who it was because of it. The woman looked at him and shook her.

"We have to stop meeting like this."

She smiled and Sam grinned.

"If I didn't know any better I would swear you were following me here."

"In your dreams, it was nice talking to you again. Come on Tina."

His smile widened as he pulled the door open.

"Same here."

She smiled and something inside him stirred as it always did, a warm feeling came over him. Their situation was weird but he knew every time he saw her, he looked forward to seeing her. He looked at her as she glanced across the street.

"Man parking is crazy and it's loud what's going on over there?" He looked at her, not sure if she was talking to him or her friend. He answered anyways.

"Construction. I think a demo is going on."

"Demo?" She asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Demolition it's just a small job though. I thought they would be done by now."

"Are you in construction?" Her friend asked. He shook his head no.

"No, but a friend of mine is over it."

"Cool." The woman smiled again, then walked into the building arm and arm with her friend. He took another look behind him before following after them, glancing over her body and summing up in his head everything he needed to know about her. He looked her up and down and grinned to himself. She was always cute when entering the bank and today was no exception. About 5'2, beautiful coca complexion that looked like it was kissed by the sun. Her hair hung over her shoulders in dark curls. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of square bottomless rimmed sunglasses as it often was, but he knew behind them were two intoxicating brown eyes.

As he looked down to her body, it was covered by her coat, but he could tell she was a very voluptuous by the way her blue jeans curved around her tight round behind and thighs. His eye went down to her black heeled boots and realized he was staring hard at her.

Tina leaned into Mercedes as they walked into the bank. "Oh my God hes is one tall drink of flipping sexiness!"

Mercedes blushed shaking her head. "Tell me something I don't know."

No you tell me something I don't know, like what the hell are you waiting for? Why aren't you hoping all up on that as my boo says?"

Mercedes sighed looking back at Sam. She bit her lip looking over his body and wondering if he was as in shape as she assumed he was. Glancing to his face she met his green eyes and butterflies filled her. She turned away from him and looked back to Tina.

"Maybe I just like the way things are,"

Tina rolled her eyes. "Liar, you scared."

Sam looked away from her and walked over to the counter and began filling his deposit slips, as he did he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, it was a feeling he knew well, it was his instincts telling him something wasn't right. Those ten years as a profiler taught him to always trust his instincts. He glanced around trying to get a feel for what was happening. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but he knew his instincts never let him down. Instead of looking for the trouble he assessed the situation.

There were eight teller booths with six tellers. One exit in the front and a hallway towards the back, which he assumed lead to the vault and a few conference rooms. Counting himself and the two security guards there were twelve men, fourteen women and five children. He looked over to where the woman he met earlier and her friend stood and felt the overwhelming urge to protect her; he grabbed his slips and walked behind her pulling out his phone. He decided it wouldn't hurt to write a text to his brother and another to hie friend at the police department that way if something did happen they could be on alert.