Sorry I meant to update this a couple of days ago. I wrote a section, went away then continued without rereading. They didn't fit together and it took ages to unscramble them!
Nanard, they aren't together. The team has just assumed that they are from what they have seen on the CCTV tape. What they saw was just Chris and Street trying to hide their, gun, badges and identities from the robbers. Of course, with a little of their feelings for each other thrown in for good measure.
This continues directly from the last chapter. Thanks for reading.
'I won't let them,' he spoke. His lips didn't leave her forehead.
'You have to,' her voice was small and she was attempting to be strong. It stirred something in side of him. She always had to act so brave.
'Never,' his lips hadn't moved from her forehead and he spoke the word into her skin. He watched the robbers moving around. The money from behind the counter was being stuffed into awaiting bags.
'It has to be me. You know it does. Protect and serve.'
To hell with protect and serve. There was no way he was allowing them to take her and that was that. He pulled her in closer, again resisting the urge to have her on his lap.
'Not a chance,' he whispered as he closed his eyes taking in every feeling about this moment; the softness of her skin on his, her smell, the warmth of her body against him. When they did get out of here, and they were going to get out, he wouldn't get to hold her like this again. She had her rules, and he knew where he stood, but in this moment he could savour it.
'You'll find me. You and the team will find me,' her whisper found his ears as he felt her place her hand flat against his chest. This would be the perfect moment if they weren't sat in the middle of a bank robbery and she wasn't discussing her imminent kidnapping.
'You're staying right here,' he gave her a little squeeze and she nuzzled her head on his shoulder. Street knew he was starting to make promises he might not be able to keep.
'If someone has to go, it will be me,' she tells him after a moment. Her voice is strong this time and he knows she means business. God he hoped it wasn't going to come to that. He knew she would never let anyone else be taken from here. For her, the fact she was snuggled up against his chest was probably just as much about their cover, as it was playing along as helpless to these men so they would pick her over the other unsuspecting young woman who could be their other target.
The phone rang behind the desk. Street opened his eyes to watch the mens reaction to the call. He could picture Hondo out there now, kitted out, sending orders around. What he would give for them to be on the other side of the wall. They had walked into this situation plenty of times before and it had never been as scary as it was now. Did Hondo know they were inside? Were their pictures up alongside the other hostages around him? At least they didn't have to put a background file together for the both of them. He didn't know for sure if it was his team that received this call, but he liked to picture them there.
They had no way of communicating with them. There was no way to help. At the moment they were doing everything they could. Keeping their cover and making sure the other hostages were safe. Street couldn't help but feel guilty. Chris was the only person he cared about in this bank. The other hostage were important somewhere in the back of his head, but he couldn't loss her. She couldn't be sat safely in his arms one minute and gone the next.
He thought of his gun hidden away safely. He needed to leave it with Chris, she could need it more than he did. He wasn't stupid enough to think they could take on all six of these heavily armed men with one gun. Something could go wrong, and he was terrified that the person who would pay the price would be Chris. However, he felt helpless without it. When they were working he always knew his team had his six, but this was a completely different situation and he was at a loss. He had no way of protecting her. He had to have faith in his team.
The phone kept ringing and ringing. It made the other hostages nervous, but didn't bother the gunmen. They had ignored all of the other calls at the other robberies. Street would have been more worried if they had picked it up.
'It's going down just like the others,' her head was still on his shoulder, he was a little disappointed that her lips had moved away from his neck, but at least he could concentrate. What could he say to that? If he agreed it would mean admitting out loud that they would be pulled apart soon.
'The team will be here by now,' he spoke and she didn't dispute his statement. With 20David missing two members, there was more chance that the call had gone to another team, but they both liked to imagine their team close to them.
'Do you think Hondo's going to be mad?' she mused, thinking about how they had just disappeared mid-shift without a word to anyone. It wasn't the first time they had been in trouble for this. How had her great idea turned into such a mess?
'I think that will be the least of his worries,' he spoke his eyes roaming over their tangled bodies. His thoughts were with how well they fit together, how comfortable she seemed in his arms. 'What do you,' he stopped talking as Chris stiffened in his arms. He had been concentrating on them, and his voice had risen above a whisper catching the attention of the ring leader. Apparently her eyes had been on him.
'Do share with the group,' he stepped towards them waving his gun around talking to them like a teach would when catching two children chatting in class. There was a pregnant pause neither of them daring to speak. 'Share with the group,' his words were more forceful this time. He wanted an answer.
'We played hooky,' the lie came easily to him. It was more like stretching the truth anyway. They were meant to be at work right now after all. 'I think our bosses are going to find out.'
He seemed to buy it, and before more could be said the phone started ringing again. Street watched the ring leader attention go to it. After a few rings he strutted over to it and pick up the phone up to his ear. He was surprised; this was the first time the crew had taken a call from the police.
'I need a small favour,' he heard him speak. There was a pause while the person on the other end of the phone spoke. 'I've got a young lady in here who needs you to drop her off a few things.' That caught Street's attention. What was he talking about? 'As you wish. Call back in ten minutes and you can talk,' he smirked and placed the phone back into its cradle.
It was just him and another guy guarding them now. The other four had disappeared into the back of the bank collecting whatever they had come for. Street was guessing it was money just like the other jobs. Normally bank robbers took the manager into the back to unlock the safe for them, but the manager was sat out here. They obviously didn't need him to get their hands on the cash.
The ringleader started walking towards them menacingly. He was followed by the remaining guy who had his machine gun aiming at them. He was coming for Chris for this phone call, and he couldn't break cover.
'It's ok,' Chris tried to calm him. She shuffled as if she was going to stand up and greet the guy on his way towards her, but stopped just before she started standing.
'No,' Street spoke, he was worried if she left his arms she might not return. But there was no play here, they just had to get on with it.
'Lets go,' he arrived in front of them. He ignored Street and spoke to her. She didn't move. His large hand reached down, taking hold of her forearm he used to it lift her to her feet. Street watched fuming as she was dragged across the room. This guy wasn't even looking back, just leading her. He supposed he should be grateful for that because all it would take was one wrong move to reveal the outline of the gun and badges.
He wasn't sure if she actually was having trouble walking over there, or she was putting it on for the thugs benefit. Whether it was an act or not he was having trouble keeping himself sat on the floor. She'd arrived in front of the phone without taking one real step there. He pushed her behind the desk and into one of the cashiers seats. She was facing Street, he was still sat where she had left him. A discreet nod told him that she was ok. It filled him with hope that this was all an act. Was she really that good?
'When the phone rings you read this out,' again Street was confused. A piece of paper was placed in front of Chris and Street worried as he got a glimpse of the outline of his gun through her hoodie.
'No,' Street couldn't believe his ears when Chris spoke and pushed the piece of paper back to him across the counter. Street was more than curious to see what that piece of paper said. He wanted to be able to see the mans reaction, but the ski mask concealed his features.
'You will read it,' he tapped the paper with the tip of his gun.
'No. No I won't,' she was adamant. Her face set into a determined frown. The guy seemed amused by this turn of events, after all he had the upper hand in this situation. Leaving Chris sat by herself he sauntered around for a few paces ending up a meter away from Street.
'Do it or I will kill him,' he aimed his gun at Street, and Street watched the frown fall off her face.
'I can't,' she looked distressed. Her voice was small and already admitted defeat. Street wondered what on earth was on that piece of paper that was worth more than his life.
'Then I will kill him. It will be your choice,' he laid out simply. He was convinced she would read it when the time came. They still had a few minutes before the phone would ring and the tension inside was high.
