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Chapter 4
Rossi entered the store and just one look at Hotch told him what was going on. "You'll take care of negotiations" Hotch said coolly, and before Rossi had time to respond he added, "We know what we can expect from Reid, but we don't know who we are dealing with. And you know how to negotiate better than the cop that almost got our hostages killed."
"That bad?" Rossi just looked at the rookie cop with whom Captain Deekson was dealing with right now. "So, if it's needed I'll agree with some of their demands." stated Rossi.
Just then Prentiss came to the building. "We found Roberto, but unfortunately for us he overdosed on cocaine and his roommate doesn't know anything. He was in shock when he found Roberto's dead body."
"Garcia is on the line" said Morgan, showing up in the store and they all went to the one of computers that police had set up. "What have you got, baby girl?"
"I've got access to the camera in the bank and I've identified most of the people inside." The monitor beside the screen showing Penelope had pictures show up.
"The three ladies are bank employees. We have Mary Sue at age thirty-eight, Kate Morrin at age forty, and Pepper Close, age forty-two, the bank manager. There's school teacher Kevin Smith, age fifty-six; the cook Susan Peterson, age fifty-one and stylist Monica Spears, age fifty-three. Sitting at the sofa was Sofia Mortenson, age thirty-seven, wife of local pastor with their children age four and seven. Beside her is a war veteran George Bloom, age eighty-eight. There's someone else but this man is avoiding the areas with cameras at all times. I get his back or profile, but even then I can't see enough of his face to identify him." Penelope told them.
"I saw his face when he helped Reid with the guard." Morgan kept his gaze on a poor picture of the unknown person. They don't know if he's one of the unsubs, a criminal, or an innocent hostage.
"We only can hoped that person is on Reid's side." said Hotch and then added "We need to do everything we can to get them all out of this unharmed. These robbers can't know that Reid is a federal agent."
"I will call and ask if they have demands" said Rossi as he grabbed the phone.
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"Well, the police will negotiate," Count Dracula said happily after speaking with a new negotiator, "The guard will come out of this, therefore, they'll agree to our demands."
"We have some progress," Daniel sighed, rolling his eyes. If he could, he would have played this differently, but he didn't want to expose anyone.
Suddenly Daniel's cell phone began to vibrate furiously inside his pants pocket. Jackson looked at the attacker standing with a gun.
"I have to pick up," he said.
"Tell them that everything is okay and you will call back later," came a sharp command. Daniel nodded and picked up the phone.
"Hey Sunshine, listen, I can't talk. Everything is dragging here a little, you know how it is." He didn't even give the caller time to respond before he added, "Remember, today we're watching 'Magnificent Six'." With those last words he disconnected.
Once the robber left, Reid asked with a hushed voice "Jack?"
In response, Daniel nodded. "It's 'Magnificent Seven'".
"You gave him the number of criminals, clever. And Sunshine?" Reid inquired.
"Sunshine is me. My friend, Colonel Cameron Mitchell, calls me that." Daniel explained with softly smile on his lips. Sometimes the nicknames they give him in SGC could be handy.
"Jack knows he has to notify Mitchell to come with the rescue," Reid good interpreted but then he frowned, "Not too many of yours friend are from the Army, huh?"
"US Air Force" Daniel whispered, smiling innocently.
"When we get out of this you'll tell me what an archaeologist does with the US Air Force," Reid demanded.
"It's all classified. If I tell you I'll be forced to kill ya," Daniel gave him a meaningful look "What does a genius like you do with federal agents?" he whispered, winking knowingly.
Reid looked at him surprised. How could Jackson know, after all, he hasn't said a word about that?
Yet Jackson for sure, was not only an archaeologist, linguist and philologist, but likely also a very good ethnologist, sociologist, and a negotiator.
"BAU" said Reid after a moment's thought, "I'd also tell you but then I'd have to kill you."
"Those two man in suits... So, that's why they didn't call, they know about the situation here." Daniel guessed. How well they understood each other and they knew one another for about only four hours.
"And if I'm guessing right, Rossi is doing the negotiations." Reid whispered. He wanted to add something when suddenly a scream came from the main part of the room. Both sprang to their feet. Something not of the good was happening to an older man with a cane.
"Fuck, I did nothing, damn this," Freddy Kruger was enraged.
"Swearing doesn't help here," said Daniel walking up and kneeling beside the old man. One look was enough to Reid to know what's going on.
"He's having a heart attack; you have to lay him on the floor. He needs to get to a hospital as soon as possible!" Daniel and the stout man helped the old man lay on the floor.
"Lean him on chair," Reid he ordered, knowing that the person with a heart attack can't lay quite as flat as an injured person in other cases.
"The paramedics need to come in here," Daniel commanded sharply and looked menacingly at the head of the attackers. The man only handed him the phone.
"No tricks," he growled leaning against the desk.
Daniel quickly reported the information and went to the door looking at the same time for the paramedics and his people. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anyone from SGC, which didn't bode too well. It's possible that Cam hasn't returned from the last mission, which was connected with the fact that the SGC also had a hectic situation. Jackson saw two men talking to each other. One of them he already seen. These are people from Reid's team. Suddenly his attention caught medics with stretchers. He opened the door and together they headed for the old man.
"We'll take him," the men quickly worked on the man. "Good job." He turned to Jackson, Reid and the stout man, and then brought out the stretcher.
"I was afraid that we'd not make it on time," Reid he whispered, looking after EMT. He didn't like it when people died before his eyes and he's unable to do anything to save them. He hated that feeling.
"Me too, me too," Daniel rubbed his tired eyes with his hand perfectly understanding Spencer's reactions and emotions. The red on his cheek was now bright.