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Cullen had handed the phone over to the HRT agent that had finally made it to the scene. This was a nightmare. One of his best agents shot, maybe dying, Dr. Brennan and 2 others held by this psycho. Booth wasn't just an agent, Cullen considered him a friend. And Dr. Brennan, well, they hadn't gotten off to a great start, but he had come around. Especially after Amy. He had to do something. He didn't want to let them down. When they got out of this, he vowed to give Dr. Brennan a gun himself.
Sam Richards' day just kept getting worse. He hadn't planned on any of this. He thought it would be an easy job. He had cased the bank, planned everything down to the letter. It should have gone smoothly, but something had gone wrong, he was running from the cops, and they had chased him in here. Now these idiots wanted to know what he wanted! He wanted to get the hell out of here! Take his money and go, get out of this town. He was afraid he was in way over his head. He shook off his thoughts. What was this guy saying?
"Look, I want to help you. The first thing I need to know is your name."
"Just call me Sam. Hey lady! I told you, don't move!" Karen had been inching towards her son.
"Ok, Sam, just calm down." Agent Daniels was speaking calmly, trying to avoid disaster.
"Look, we know one of the hostages is injured. Why don't you let someone come in and get him. I know you don't want him to die."
"Nobody comes in here, okay?! You think I'm stupid? Somebody comes in here, and I end up dead!"
"Sam, you've got to give me something here. I know you want to get out of there. You help me, and I'll help you, okay?"
"I just want a car and a ticket out of here!"
"I'm working on it, but we need something from you. Let one of the hostages go."
"I'll think about it." Sam slammed the phone down.
Brennan turned from Booth. She had heard Sam's part of the conversation. She guessed that they had wanted to send someone in for Booth, and there was no way he was going to let them. She had to do something, or Booth was going to die. She looked at3 Karen, then Jeremy. She was afraid that if things went wrong, they would end up injured, or worse. She had to get them out of here. Then she could overpower him, or shoot him, whatever it took. She glanced back down at Booth. His eyes were closed, his breathing labored. He had stopped trying to talk. She squeezed his hand. "Booth, just hang on a little longer, okay?" She stood up, and turned to face Sam.
"You!" Sam pointed the gun at her. "It's your lucky day. I'm letting you go."
Brennan looked him in the eye. "No."
"What?!" Sam stared at her.
"I'm not leaving." She looked towards Karen, who had grabbed her son as soon as Sam's gun had turned towards Brennan. "Let them go. You don't need them." She took a deep breath. "I'll stay."
Sam looked at this woman with the penetrating blue eyes. She had to be crazy! Nobody was worth dying for. Didn't she know that? He would have preferred getting rid of her, but short of shooting her or dragging her out the door, he was afraid he was stuck with her. Fine. She wanted to play the hero? Let her.
He walked over to the other woman and the boy.
"No, please, no!" she cried.
"Since the lady refused to leave without her boyfriend, it's your turn." She just stared at him. "Go. Get out!"
She grabbed Jeremy and started backing away, towards the door, her eyes never leaving the gun.
Cullen watched as the door to the diner slowly opened. A young blonde woman stepped out, carrying a boy of about 5 or 6. "Hold your fire." He gestured to the woman. "It's okay. Just keep walking to me."
The woman broke into a run. She reached the safety of the agents, setting Jeremy on the ground. "Jeremy, oh God, look at me!" The boy seemed lethargic, almost catatonic. She kept whispering to him, shaking him. He finally looked up into his mother's eyes. "Mama?" he whispered. "Thank God!" She held her son, rocking him, tears streaming down her face.
Cullen watched the mother comforting her son. His eyes moved back to the diner. Two down, two to go he thought. He hoped Dr. Brennan had a plan, and he was equally afraid that she had, and what it would be.