David saw the paper in the man's hand. He feared that now the team had what they wanted they had what they wanted; he and Spencer had become disposable.
"There seems to be a problem though." He looked to Spencer, who had an odd smile of his face.
"Which is?" demanded Donny.
"That account is somehow in my mother's name. I thought my father got rid of them, but if you think you're going to get in to that bank and just ask for that box you can't. Only next of kin can." The youth explained. Dave smiled; they would be alive for another while yet. And there was no way Garcia wouldn't have anything in the Reid's names flagged. They may get out of this yet.
"You're next of kin though right?" Donny asked.
"That's a very astute observation." Spencer said taking on Dave's bored demeanour. The brutish man was about the hit the younger. "I wouldn't do that, if I go in covered in bruises they will assume I am being coerced and call the police. If you want me to get in and out unnoticed with that box, I have to look normal." He smiled wolfishly. David laughed. Spencer was showing no fear, he knew they would be annoyed by it; he was stronger that David gave him credit for.
Larry pulled Donny back. "The Little twerp is right." He walked over to Spencer and punched the wall next to his head. "If you alert anyone to what is going on, we will make David here pay dearly. Understood? Donny will be joining you in the bank."
"Not the most appealing company, but I can't really be picky can I?" Spencer shrugged. The brutish man cracked his knuckles at Spencer's insolence. David could not understand the younger man's reason for baiting their captor, but he could see the youngster had a plan concocted, so he said nothing.
"I am going to need my passport. I had it hidden in my room." He looked to Larry who seemed somewhat confused. "I am going to need identification when I go in there. You hardly think they are just going to give it to me. I could be just about anybody. I'll need that paper and a form of I.D. as I said previously; I have a passport in my room."
Larry stood behind Spencer and indicated for him to move, Spencer walked out the door followed by the other man. Donny pushed Dave, who walked forward, the unknown man bringing up the rear.
They reached a small room at the end of the hall; Spencer left out a little laugh and mentioned it looked the exact same. David noted it was not big enough for the five of them, but he profiled it from the hall, neatly designed, everything placed in a place where it allowed for the maximum floor space, he was unsurprised to see there was both a bookcase and several shelves, no doubt they used to be filled with the young man's books maybe even a figurine or two, he struck David as a sci-fi fan.
He watched as Spencer went to a bed side locker that was for some unknown reason nowhere near the bed. He moved it and knelt down. With his back in the way, David was unable to see past the young man, but he could hear wood being lifted. He saw Spencer holding a small box when he turned around. Larry grabbed it off him and David noticed Spencer's bemused face. After a moment of trying to open it Larry seemed to realise, that like the rock outside, there was a knack to opening the small box. He thrusted it into Spencer's stomach winding him once again.
David felt himself getting annoyed, but knew that if there was any chance if them being found, he and Spencer would have to remain level headed at all costs. He stood silent and waited as Spencer regained his breath and opened the box. Larry took it once more and held up its contents. Twenty-five dollars in ones and fives which the man pocketed, a few museum ticket stubs, an acceptance letter to CalTech, both of which were discarded and a passport.
"How did you have a college acceptance at sixteen?" asked the unknown man, eyes wide as he was able to read the page that had been thrown to the floor near them.
"That was my first college acceptance letter from when I was twelve; I had a PhD in Mathematics by the time you lot fucked up my life." David was surprised to hear the timid man swear.
"Whoops." Laughed Larry. "So you're a genius then?"
"No shit, glad you're finally up to speed." David let slip before he could bite his tongue.
The man was going for him when Spencer interjected. "Shouldn't we move out before the FBI arrives? They will notice this place is still vacant and will more than likely check here."
It was clear to David none of the men holding them hostage had even thought about that and they momentarily panicked. Larry took charge and ordered them downstairs, with the page from the bank referring to the box and the I.D. they had everything they needed so they left swiftly, not even taking the time to put the key back in its hiding place. David could not believe their luck. The team would realise very quickly that they had been there by the mess the men had made and know they were still in the immediate area. Both men were thrown into the truck once more and hidden, before the three men got into the car and they drove off once more. After ten minutes, unbeknownst to David and Spencer, or indeed any of the other occupants of the car, SSA's Alex Blake and Jennifer Jareau passed by in a FBI SUV heading to Spencer's old house to see if it held any clues.
It wasn't long before David could hear car horns, voices and other signs to signify they had made it into the city. He felt the car go over a bump, but it was sharp, so he guessed it was actually a step. Then it came to a halt. He heard doors opening, the occupants getting out. The sound of footfalls to the back of the car became clearer and the trunk was opened, the men were pulled out and made stand. David noticed they were in a small and somewhat unpleasant smelling alleyway. Spencer was straightened out as much as possible, but ill fitted clothes and messed up hair didn't help. They were then both shoved into the car with their captors, who exited the alley and headed for what David could only assume, was the bank.
Sure enough they arrived at their destination a mere fifteen minutes later. Sunstrust Bank seemed like every other DC bank to David, boring and business like. He sat and waited. Donny got out of the car and went around to Spencer's side of the car. He noticed the young man looking at him sadly.
"Just go in, stay calm and get what they want okay Kiddo? Don't bow you're head down, you'll raise suspicion." For a moment David though that Larry was going to tell him to shut up, but he remained silent, allowing the man give the advice. "Look those you deal with in the eye and do not scratch, fidget or sigh when waiting. Understood." It seemed basic advice, easy to follow and nothing odd about it to their captors, but he was hoping Spencer would get the meaning behind it all. Make sure they saw his face to make him easier to recognise. Frightened people do not tend to fidget, making him rouse their suspicions more. Spencer nodded, making David think he did understand.
"Just remember, you little shit, one wrong move and I will gut your friend here. You don't want another person to die because of you do you?" Larry reminded the young man. Spencer's eyes were wide with guilt and fear; he shook his head and got out to join Donny. Once to two left the car, Larry drove off down the street, away from the bank, but still in view of it. And they waited.
David sat silent, hoping that Spencer would remain calm and yet alert the bank personnel to his presence. It seemed a long wait, but was in fact less than thirty minutes. David could see Spencer and Donny coming towards them. Spencer's face fearful, Donny's livid. This wasn't good. They got into the car.
"Where is it?" Larry demanded.
"It wasn't there." Donny replied.
"What the fuck do you mean it wasn't there? It had to be there. That loony bitch said it was."
"It wasn't, it was all just paperwork and a few things like a watch and a few earrings."
David looked at Spencer, who looked back at him regretfully. His heart went out to the kid, he did everything they asked and they still were no closer to getting out of this and the men's patience were wearing thin.
"My father is going to have our heads for this." Larry slammed his fists into the steering wheel. David gasped, Michael Sawyer, he was behind it. Hopefully Garcia would work her magic and get to the bottom of it. "We can't come back without that gem." This was all about some diamond or something, David thought spitefully. A little shiny fucking rock.
He looked to Spencer to see if he thought the same. He was not prepared for the look on the boy's face. One look told David everything, Spencer now knew what they were looking for and he clearly knew where it was.
A/N I originally had Spencer's I.D. as his drivers licence, but Pipinheart informed me you have to renew it every 4 years in the US, so that wouldn't work (we don't have to renew them near as often here. So I did my research and chose passport instead. Thanks to Pipinheart for pointing out that oversight on my behalf.