A/N: Bug thnx to my beta 'Spirit Speaker'.

Chapter 2

Reid turned sharply to stare almost straight at the man in Joker's mask who had a gun raised and pointed at him. Yet, it was not at him the attacker was aiming at. Reid instinctively sprang to the side when the weapon fired. He moved a split second too late because a moment later he felt a burning sensation in his left arm. Spencer fell to the floor, tightly clutching his shoulder. Looking to the left, he could see on the floor in a pool of blood lay the guard - still alive but…

Spencer quickly turned his head and looked to his right. The stout man was kneeling with his hands raised up, and the old man breathed heavily in his chair. The object of Reid's recent observation, with a calm expression on his face and raised hands, was using his body to cover a woman clinging each of her children.
"We've got a brave one," mocked one of the attackers in the Green Goblin mask pointing the gun at the guard. "Somebody still wants to play the hero?"
When no one said anything, two attackers approached the women serving customers.

"Money." they demanded. At the same time, another one broke a camera placed in the room. Two more secured the windows and another, the exit. The sixth – their boss, dressed like the Count Dracula – went to the frightened people.
"And that was supposed to go quickly and painlessly," he growled turning his cane in his hand, hitting the metal end of the cane against the stone floor. "Come on, now." He urged his people.

Reid sat on the floor, watching the situation unfold and was trying to think of a solution to his sudden predicament.

"We gather," Green Goblin bellowed and headed towards the exit, when Freddy Kruger who stood by the window shouted:
"The cops!"
"Damn!" the leader sounded quite upset.

***
Just after police cars showed up, Morgan noted the black SUV of the BAU, out of which came Hotch, Rossi, JJ, and Prentiss.
"Speak," Hotch threw out, approaching him and looking around.
"Six armed entered the bank twenty minutes ago. I have no idea how many hostages there are. Some time ago I heard a single gunshot." Morgan told him briefly.
"Sure, the bodyguard didn't comply with their commands, and that brought them out of balance. Which may indicate that we're dealing with professionals, who don't like it when people don't follow their commands. I'm going to talk to the police." Hotch said walking away towards a group of policemen who are just starting to set up a barricade.
"I hope Reid's ok." Emily sighed, looking at the Rossi. "What do we do now? There was no murder as far as we know, though the gunshot could have been just that. We have no idea yet as to who entered the bank, or why they did, or even how many hostages are there." She added.
"This is what you should do. Call for Garcia and have her check all recorded in the area of the bank. They had to have come by car, so their driver is waiting somewhere." He turned to the media liaison. "JJ meet with the press, also check whether there recently have here bank robberies. If they are local, it'll be easier to profile these unsubs and get to their identity." Rossi announced.

***
"What do we do now, Boss?" asked one of the attackers.
"We're staying." He ordered. "Maybe we'll negotiate something."
"If I may..." Began the man covering the woman with the children. He was pointing to the guard. "You do not want to make a murder out of the robbery," he finished.
"No tricks," ordered the Count Dracula.

Reid watched the man as if he was some sort of an object (which he was eventually going to have to give a name to) goes to the guard and kneels. For a moment the man was saying something to the guard, then pulled his jacket, folded it, and put it under the wounded man's head.
"I need something to stop the bleeding," The man said over his shoulder. One of the tellers of the bank pulled out from under the table a first aid kit and carefully, with the consent of the attackers, went to the man who told her what to do next. Then, the man took the first aid kit, rose and turned towards Reid.
"This man needs to be in hospital and he needs to be there soon."
"Okay, okay. Take care of this kid," The head of the criminals growled, and then answered the ringing phone.
"Hey, how are you doing?" The man turned to Reid.
"I'm doing," he gave him a faint smile in response. "Spencer." He introduced himself, "Reid" he added. He wanted to add something more, but he knew that he had better pay attention as to what and to whom he said anything.
"Daniel Jackson," said the man not turning from the wound on his Spencer's arm. "You're lucky, the bullet just grazed you. I will bind it up quickly. Do you want something for the pain?" Daniel said with a calm and friendly tone. Reid hissed as Daniel bandaged his arm.
"I, no..., but thanks," he looked away. Reid did not want this man to recognize the reason for Reid declining the drugs by Reid's facial expressions, but he was late.

Daniel quickly guessed. Gently smiling, he said "Okay, I understand. Should only be stiff, anyways." Daniel told him.
"You have been in that situation." Reid said more than asked as Daniel finished with his arm. He knew the answer. Daniel looked up from his glasses with his gentle blue eyes.
"Once or twice," he shrugged slightly and added, "Done. Keep it in a sling and everything will be okay," He smiled and looked around.
"We need a plan," Reid whispered, watching his companion's face closely. Daniel only nodded.