safe inside, criminal minds [ 1 ]

012. the bank

"Spence!" Danielle calls, walking out of her bedroom. She hears him walk out of his, frowning when he walks out in a costume. "What are you wearing?"

"I'm going to the convention with Garcia." He says.

"Right." She mutters. "Uh, I-- I am going to the bank." She informs. "Start my new account and everything."

"Okay." He nods.

"So, you two geeks, uh... have fun, I guess." Danielle says, leaving.

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Danielle is waiting in line at the bank, sighing out of boredom, wishing this wouldn't take so long.

Danielle hears the metal detector beep, looking over and watching the guard walk closer to the guy with the backpack.

"Over here, sir." The guard points to a table. The guy walks to where he pointed, the guard following. "I'm gonna need to see your bag."

"Okay, sure." He takes the bag off, putting it on the small counter.

"Hey!" Danielle flinches at the yell, seeing a woman with dark hair holding a gun. She shoots the guard in the stomach and people start screaming.

"Oh, God." A bank teller mutters.

"I want to see hands in the sky!" The guy shouts, putting a mask on. The woman and another guy put different masks on. "Now!" Danielle quickly holds her hands up, the papers in her hands dropping to the floor.

"Try to trigger any alarm or give me any damn dye packs and you're dead. You understand?" The guy asks the two bank tellers. "Do you understand?!"

"Yes!" One of them answers.

"Cash in here." He puts a bag on the counter. They start packing up the money. "Time!"

"1:45. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we are the Face Cards. Maybe you've heard of us." The woman says. "Get your faces on the floor already. I see eyes, you see bullets. Get it?"

Everybody gets down on the floor. Danielle shakes as she lays in on her stomach, not looking away from the floor. She tries to control her breathing and keep any tears back.

"Get down on the ground!" The other guy shouts.

"1:30." The woman says.

"What the hell is that?! I said no dye packs. What the hell is this?"

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, she's sorry. Sorry?" He hits the woman. "You're gonna be sorry."

"Please." The other worker intervenes. "We'll cooperate. Just tell me what you need."

"What I need? Well..." He grabs her name tag. "Lynne... this is a bank, right?" He digs into her pocket, grabbing the keys. "What do you think I need?" He laughs. "Oh. Take me to the vault, sweetie pie. Go. Go!"

"One minute." The other guy says.

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"30 seconds, boss." The woman says.

"All right, coming." He says, coming back from the vault with the worker.

"On the ground, with the others." The woman says.

"We got trouble!" The second guy yells.

"What do you mean?" The first guy asks.

"Black and white." He says.

"Get down. Down! Down!" The first guy shouts at the worker who quickly lies on her stomach on the floor. "Side door. Let's go!"

"Faces on the ground. Count to 100. Don't even think of moving." The woman orders as the three start to make their escape. "I said count!"