"Are you sure?" the girl questions JD, as she pulls the truck into the parking place.
"Im positive. Bucks been eyeing this game for over three months," the young ATF agent replies, unbuckling his seatbelt.
"Alright, Ill go with you, but first, I need to make a withdrawal," Sam informs him, unbuckling her seatbelt as well.
JD looks over at her in confusion.
"What? I have some shopping to do too, you know," she smirks, and then opens the truck door.
As the two walk inside the bank building, JD comments on the fact that she is a much better driver than Buck.
"Id like to make a withdrawal," the teen states, to an overly cheerful bank person.
"Alright. What's the account number?" the teller questions, with a smile and a Valley girl accent in her voice.
Sam smiles back and pulls out a small sheet of paper.
"I cant believe you let them take your truck," Buck states, walking into the living room with a bag of chips.
"Well, Sams a good driver, besides, its not like shes with Bo and Luke Duke," the black clad man comments, with a glance over at Vin and Ezra.
"I take offense to that remark," the Southerner replies, not taking his eyes from the book hes reading.
"No, but shes with JD," Buck says, with a shake of his head.
"And that could be dangerous," the lean tracker comments, from the recliner.
"They cant get into any more trouble than you and Ezra," Nathan states, turning on the television.
"ON THE FLOOR!" the man yells, waving his gun around. "EVERYONE!"
Everyone inside the bank building takes to sitting or lying on the floor, including the young ATF agent.
He looks around meeting the gaze of the teenage girl who is on the ground next to him.
"Alright, now listen carefully and do as we say and no one will get hurt," commands one of the men wearing a ski mask.
His partner in crime grabs a chair to stand on, and then quickly begins to spray paint all the security cameras.
"Youre not going to try nothin', are you pops?" the leader growlingly asks the elderly security guard. The man shakes his head no and looks to the ground, but then is forced to take pieces of rope that the robbers have supplied and tie everyone up.
"Now, in approximately twenty minutes theres going to be a shipment of freshly minted money rolling in here. All we want is that cash, and then well leave. No one has to get hurt," the man tells them, as his partner moves over near him, having finished his task.
"Did you get em all?" he questions the shorter man.
"Yep," he replies, and then both men remove their ski masks.
Sam glances over to JD as the two robbers take off their coveralls to reveal security guard uniforms. Hoping JD can understand what shes doing, she silently pulls her hands around and reaches into her coat pocket. After pushing a few buttons on her cell, she takes her hands out of her pocket and looks at the two bandits. Raising her hands as if to ask a question, JD looks down and tries not to give away anything.
"What do you want?" the taller man asks, walking over near her with his gun.
"Just how do you plan on getting the money? Its not like those officers are not going to realize something is fishy. I mean, if youre going to rob a bank, you should think things out more clearly," she states, in a loud voice.
"Well sweetheart, thats where youre wrong. Weve thought it out clearly. Were just going to knock the officers out who bring the money in," he replies, then turns and walks off.
Sam glances to JD and one thought crosses both their minds, stupid criminals
"What kind of idiot would try and rob the First National Bank of Colorado?" she questions loudly, trying not to appear smug.
"HEY!" the man yells, walking back over, pointing his gun at her. "Are you trying to be a smart ass?"
"No sir, not at all," she replies, trying to keep the sarcasm from her voice.
The man glares at her for a second, then bends down and backhands her across the face.
"Hey!" JD yells, beginning to stand, but stops when the guy turns on him.
Nathan flips the channel once more, but stops as a newscaster comes across the screen.
"This just in, it appears that the First National Bank of Colorado is being robbed. Officials say that there are about ten people in the building, no word yet on the situation, but well keep you updated."
Chris reaches over and picks up the ringing phone, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Larabee," he answers. "Yeah .what! Are you sure? Im on my way."
Quickly replacing the phone, he looks over at the rest of his team.
"The 911 call they got from the bank was from a cell phone Sams cell phone," he tells them, then stands up quickly heading for the door, followed by the other five men.
The two robbers look out at the street as police cars, SWAT teams, and ambulances invade the street in front of the bank.
"Shit," the shorter of the two states. "Howd they know?"
Sam glances around at the other people in the bank. There are a few women, and some men, and all seemed rather scared at the moment.
"Hows your nose?" she quietly asks JD, who had been punched by the bigger man after he had tried to come to her defense earlier.
"Its been better," he replies.
"Can you maneuver your hands at all?" she asks, not taking her eyes off the pacing robbers.
"Little bit. Why?" he questions.
"Here," she states quietly, passing her pocket knife to him behind his back.
JD smiles slightly as he begins working with the rope that has his hands bound.
"Whats going on?" Chris asks the officer, as he nears the building.
"Im sorry sir, I cant reveal the situation " the rookie begins to explain.
With a quick flip of his wrist Chris shows his badge and the officer lets him pass.
"Chris," one of the policemen acknowledges, as Larabee and his men approach.
"Tim, whats going on?" Larabee questions.
"Well, a hostage situation is what's going on and theres about ten hostages involved," Tim informs him, as they look to the bank building. Then glancing back at Chris, he asks, "Whats this got to do with you?"
"One of my agents is in there, along with my daughter," he replies, with a somber expression.
"How did they find out?" the shorter of the two men asks again.
"Shut up Tommy and let me think," the other one replies.
Turning to the hostages in anger, the taller man approaches them.
"How did they find out so fast? Someone must have tipped them off. Who has a cell phone?" he questions, glaring around the room.
No one answers him and he turns to Sam. Grabbing her by the arm, he jerks her up and over to the front doors. Busting out the glass with his gun, he points the barrel at the teens head.
Sam takes a deep breath and swallows hard, then notices Chris and the others standing among the police officers.
"Ive got hostages and Ill kill them unless you do what I ask," he yells.
"What do you want?" the man in charge questions.
"I want fifty thousand in cash, and a free ride outta here," he tells them.
"Alright," the officer replies. "You let some of the hostages go and we'll get what you want."
The robber glances around for a second, and then disappears back into the bank. A few moments later, eight people quickly exit the bank.
"Just our luck," Buck comments, with a shake of his head, "hed keep JD and Sam."
Sam glances over at JD as the two robbers pace back and forth in front of them.
"You through?" the young agent mouths to her, having cut his ropes loose already and knowing Sam was busy doing the same.
Having felt the rope around her own wrists fall, she gives him a quick nod of her head.
"We could take them," she whispers to him, glancing at the two men before looking back at her friend.
JD shoots her a look that simply states, Are you crazy
"Well, think of it this way. Theyre stupid " she begins quietly.
"And they have guns," he interrupts her, trying to keep his voice down.
"Listen, if that shorter guy lays his gun on that counter again, I could go for it, while you take out the taller guy. Its that simple," she whispers. "They would never suspect we'd do anything."
"How do you plan on getting 'shorty' to put his gun down?" he questions her, talking out of the side of his mouth while keeping an eye on the bandits.
She gives him a grin and a wink and he shakes his head.
"These ropes are really beginning to cut into my wrists," she complains loudly, in a whining voice.
The two robbers glance at each other and walk over to her.
"Well, too bad, Im not taking them off. The two of you are our tickets outta here," the tall leader replies, standing in front of JD.
"Well cant you loosen them a little please," Sam states, giving the shorter man, Tommy, a pleading look.
Tommy glances at his partner who sighs, rolls his eyes and nods his head to 'go ahead'. Then Tommy places his gun on the counter above Sam and begins to crouch down to loosen the girl's ropes.
Seeing that the men's attentions are focused on his friend, JD quickly jumps up, grabbing the wrist of the leader's gun hand and forcing the weapon away from the direction of him and Sam.
Pulling her hands from behind her, Sam punches Tommy in the face, knocking him down, then reaches up and pulls the gun off the counter and points it at the man on the floor.
JD uses his other hand and swings his fist into the robbers face, causing the man to stumble a bit. Tightening his grip on the mans wrist, JD then hits him in the gut and the bandit drops his weapon. As the man falls backwards, JD lets go of him and reaches down to pick up the gun.
The young ATF agent glances over at the smug teen, noticing she has her man already under control and shakes his head, with a grin.
All the officers look up as movement from the front of the bank catches their attention. They watch as a young black haired man and an even younger brunette-haired girl exit the building, tossing some guns to the ground.
With a smile, Buck and Chris both take off towards the two.
"How?" Buck questions, as Chris pulls Sam into a hug.
"Well," JD states, "lets just say, it was all Sam's idea and shed make one hell of an ATF agent."
Sam laughs a bit and smiles. "I learn from the best," she says.
"That is gonna be a shiner," Buck comments, with a whistle, tilting her head to look at the side of her face.
"Yeah, but thats what they make Cover Girl for," the teen comments, with a grin, as the other agents walk up.
"Where are the bank robbers?" one of the police officers finally asks.
"Theyre tied up in there," JD responds, nodding his head in the direction of the bank.
"Well, Mr. Larabee, I believe you owe Mr. Tanner and myself an apology," the Southerner comments.
Chris looks to Ezra in confusion.
"Mr. Tanner and I have never found ourselves in a predicament like which our two young friends found themselves in," the undercover agent states, with a grin.
"True Ez, but when JD and Sam blow up a building " Josiah begins.
"Or drive their rental car off a bridge " Nathan puts in.
"Or get lost in the woods for three days " Buck adds.
"Then Ill owe ya'll an apology," the black clad man interjects, smiling at his two troublesome agents.
"Are the two of you alright?" Nathan questions JD and Sam.
"Yeah, just sucker punched is all," the young agent replies.
"The cell phone was a smart idea," Vin comments.
Sam smiles and nods her heads. "Yeah," she agrees.
"Well, lets head over to visit Inez's," Josiah suggests. "I believe shes got a lunch special waiting for us."
"Sounds good to me," Sam replies, as they begin to walk to the vehicles.
"By the way Chris, you wouldnt mind setting me up with a debit card for my account would you? I mean, that would save the hassle of ever going into a bank," she states, with a grin and a wink.
Chris laughs as she heads to the drivers side of his truck. "That thought has already crossed my mind."
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