A/N: A special thanks for my beta 'Spirit Speaker'.

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Chapter 3

Hotch could not believe what he heard. He went to the shop just opposite of the bank, where the police set up a command center.
"Who taught you how to negotiate?" He threw the sarcastic question, measuring the cop's reaction carefully. Hotch was usually very respectful and careful to keep sharp and rude reactions to himself, but this guy was really green to the situation. The cop was also making foolish mistakes and that could cost someones life.
"And who the hell are you?" The man in uniform growled.
"Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, Behavioral Analysis Unit." He said looking around the room. "There's one of my men in the bank and I'm going to take part in the negotiations." he spoke with a tone that tolerated no opposition.
"So talk with Deekson" said the policeman pointing to a man in his fifties, wearing a worn suit, and was visibly underweight. He was talking on the phone, but when Hotch went to him he sadly nodded.
"You don't have a corpse, so you will only support us and not take over the investigation."
"First of all, remove this moron from the negotiations," ordered Hotch. How he was on the job in the first place, Hotch didn't know. There were hostages lives at stake!
"You don't have one hundred percent of certainty that there's no body." Hotch pointed out. Morgan mentioned that he had heard the shots, so now anything could be possible.

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"Damn dogs don't want to negotiate," shouted the Count Dracula.
"Show your good will, and let the mother with her children and the wounded people go," Jackson suggested, getting up and leaving the first aid kit on the counter.
"Alright, wise guy, then who will I keep? Who is as valuable as kids or casualties?" growled the robber.
"I'm more valuable from them all," Daniel replied, confidently and firmly, "I have friends in the Pentagon," he added. Reid looked suspiciously at the man. What was he playing at?
The criminal rubbed his temple with gun thinking on Jackson's proposition.
"I'll think on it, but for now you and the kid bring the guard out, let's not have him bleeding here. Only without any tricks." He ordered. Two of his men with guns watched and kept guard as Reid and Jackson dragged the wounded guard. When they were in the doorway and the police ran to them Reid saw Morgan nervously talking with Hotch. For a moment their eyes met but he couldn't give any sign because he was already dragged back inside.

"I said no tricks." The man snapped. Reid was already preparing for the blow from furious attacker, but it never came. The man's hand hung before his face, stopped by Jackson's hand.
"The kid didn't do anything," Jackson said chillingly, yet Reid could sense nervousness in his voice.
The attacker snatched back his hand, turned as if to leave, and then before Reid knew, with all his strength struck Daniel in the face. The blow was so strong that the glasses fell from Daniel's face.
"Hero" criminal mocked, spat, and stepped on glasses before leaving them.
"Daniel?" Reid snuck in a second look at the man.
"How's the arm?" Jackson asked, answering the question with a question. Joker pushed them to move away from the door, so Daniel and Reid sat on the floor by one of the columns in the room.

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"We had some progress" said Hotch looking at Morgan and Deekson.
"Yeah, but I don't like the look that was on Reid's face. You saw his arm? He got shot" Morgan noted sadly.
"How's the guard?" asked Deekson one of his men.
"He will come out of this"
"I talked with the local press, and Garcia checked on the Web." JJ said approaching them, "Within one year there were sixteen bank robberies in Colorado Springs, but nothing like this one. Garcia checked area nearby town and found nothing. They're new here."
"From images recorded by cameras, Penelope found a black SUV without license plates. Yet, she managed to identify the driver of the car" Emily announced them. "It's Roberto Fuentez; he's twenty-two, no criminal records, no family. We don't have his address, but we know that he lives with friend named Josh Cook."
"Morgan go with Prentiss" Hotch ordered, "JJ stay put with the local PD. I'm going to see how the negotiations are doing."

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"They losing control," Reid whispered, noting as a red mark formed on Daniel's cheek. "You're not kidding about having friends at the Pentagon," Reid tried to learn as much about a partner in distress and come up with a plan of action. His team was outside, certainly helping the police. He knew that they'll make deals with these criminals only to get everyone safe out of here.
"The man I was speaking with over the phone is good friend of mine, General Jack O'Neill. Now, sitting comfortably in a cushy armchair in an office at the Pentagon," said Daniel, smiling slightly.

So Daniel knew that I was watching, the thought crossed Spencer's mind. And then he suffered another surprise. "When you spoke about the wounded people, you didn't have just the guard in mind."
"You're hurt, you need at least two or three stitches," said Jackson then made a face. "You must've messed up pretty good if you can't painkillers."
Reid also made a face. He'd rather not talk about it. It's not his fault that he was tortured and stuffed with Dilaudid by some psychopath.
"I know how it is," Daniel began looking at him from sideways. "It's easy to get addicted, but the worst is to come out. If it were not for my friends, I wouldn't have made it through. Although, I did turn away from them because of the addiction, they still helped me."

Reid closed his eyes. He didn't want to go back to painful memories that often haunted him in nightmares.
"Each of us has his own demons, Spencer," Daniel said, gently placing his hand on Reid's good arm. If you only knew mine, Daniel sighed bitterly in his thoughts. Jackson looked at his watch. They're already been held for three hours. Three hours? How did time fly? Maybe it just seemed longer because they had been sitting forever. Daniel looked at the pale face of his young companion. He needed to pull the younger man's attention away from painful memories, and above all from focusing on his sore shoulder.
"So, Spencer or do you prefer people to call you Reid?" Daniel asked suddenly.
"Doctor Spencer Reid," he said, smiling slightly. "Only my mother calls me Spencer. The rest call me Reid. "
"What is your specialization?" Daniel was glad to have found something that will draw kid's attention.
"Uh, a little of everything," Reid smiled faintly and looked at Daniel. "Let's just start with mathematics, chemistry, engineering, sociology, psychology and philosophy," he said.
"Impressive," Daniel gave him a look full of respect and understanding.
"Yes, but I've had a lot of trouble because of it..."
"I know how it is from personal experience. So... "Daniel rubbed sore cheek," Who do you think I am? How'd you profile me? Because that was what you were doing when you came here."

Reid looked at him suspiciously. How'd he know?

"Been there, done that" said Daniel, "So…?"
"Well… I will say honestly, that you are a real challenge. You are calm, which means that you're familiar to situations like this. You've certainly worked in the field. You handled my wound and the wound of the guard, so you have a good medical preparation. You have friends at the Pentagon, which may indicate that either you work for the government or as a military consultant," These last words Reid almost whispered because he didn't want that the criminals hear him. "There's something else..." Reid hesitated, unable to reach it. Maybe it's because of his sore shoulder? But thanks to the conversation he focused his attention on something else. He smiled.

That's just what Daniel wanted. He specifically pulled Reid's attention from this. So Daniel knew how to read peoples and how to use this knowledge. But… how?
"In some part, you're right," Daniel looked at him with seriously gaze. "But I'll begin with a proper introduction of myself. I am Doctor Daniel Jackson ".
"Doc-tor?" Reid gasped surprised. It will not be surprising if Daniel says that he's a doctor of physics, astronomy, or chemistry. What Daniel did say really surprised Spencer.
"A doctor of archeology, linguistics and philology," said Daniel.
"Archaeology?"
"Specifically Egyptology." Daniel said, as if it was something quite normal. "I was born and grew up in Egypt."
"Wow," Reid couldn't hide the surprise in his voice. "You now remind me more of Indiana Jones." Morgan had finally sat Reid down to watch the movies.
"Oh, yes. You're not the first to compare me to him, "Jackson laughed lightly.
"Linguist," Reid latched onto this, wanting to know more about his comrade, "So how many languages do you know?" What else can Jackson surprise him with?
"More than twenty. Twenty ... I think twenty-five," Daniel shrugged his shoulders, slightly bored. This situation hanging in the bank irritated him. On one hand, he was listening to what Reid said; on the other he was trying to overhear the robbers' actions. Or rather, the lack of them.
Suddenly he felt someone's hand on his shoulder.
"Twenty-five?" surprised Reid replied, to which Daniel smirked and shrugged one shoulder.

"Yep" was the short answer from Jackson.

Reid smiled. The two men had a lot in common. Even with such different areas of expertise, both of them were highly intelligent and working for the government. Everything that he found out from Jackson matched together with himself.
"Coffee ..." Jackson suddenly muttered, recalling that he drank just two today. It also served for changing the subject. He didn't like to talk about his scientific achievements, even with someone who surpassed him and is in so much younger in age. If Daniel had guessed correctly, Reid was at most thirty years old. The fact that the whole knowledge of the entire universe resided in Daniel's subconscious (after his ascension/descension thing) wasn't taken into account. That was all deep in his mind and he doesn't use it. He doesn't want to and is scared at how much there is. Above all, it's dangerous for him and the entire world.

"Coffee is my biggest and the worst addiction," Daniel said aloud after a while. Well, at least he's not drinking strong black, but with sugar and cream. Although in very dire circumstances, when the coffee has not helped with the additional ingredients, he reached for a strong black.
"Lack of caffeine?" Reid smiled. What could cause an archaeologist to be addicted to coffee? A caffeine addiction of that level wasn't totally uncommon, but usually seen in higher stress careers.
"When I suffer a shortage of caffeine I become just like Jack," Daniel said closing his eyes.
"Meaning?"
"Annoying, sarcastic, uncontrollable, cynical, hyperactive, irritable, annoyed, and an overall pain in the ass"
"Oh..." Reid smiled. Not knowing why, Reid began to like this man more and more. Jackson was the person that attracts you to himself like a magnet with his intelligence, charm, kindness, politeness, and his general way of being. However, in the dark circles and the tired eyes Reid could see years of suffering and pain. This man went through many trials in his life. He had a rich baggage of various types of experience and, without knowing why, Reid wanted to know Daniel's experiences.