never grow up, criminal minds

018. hit

Spencer had some sort of Doctor Who event with Penelope so Clara is spending the whole day with her friend, Isabelle.

The two girls follow Isabelle's mom into the bank, Megan holding both of their hands.

They go to one of the counters while she starts dealing with what she needs to. Clara looks around, not liking all of the people, hating it's so busy. She notices a woman with a black bob haircut and frowns. She doesn't know why, but something about her puts Clara off, giving her the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach her dad warns her about.

Clara shuffles closer to her friend and friend's mom, tightly holding onto Isabelle's hand.

"What are you doing?" Isabelle asks.

"I just don't like it here." Clara says.

Isabelle shrugs, letting Clara grip onto her hand while talking about random stuff.

"Hey!" Clara flinches at the yell, turning to see the same woman holding a gun. She shoots the guard in the stomach and people start screaming. Clara whines, backing up towards the counter.

"Shit!" Megan hisses, grabbing the two girls and hiding them behind her.

"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!"

"Stay calm. Just do what they say." Megan whispers to the girls as they all hold their hands up.

"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?"

"Get down. Lay down." Megan whispers, gently pushing the girls down so they're lying face down on the floor. "Keep your heads down." She whispers, lying next to them.

"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 ground. "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!"