Summary: Brian and Michael are in their local bank when it is held up.
"Well, what can I say. The service around here needs ..." Brian looked up at the bank assistant, "a little extra attention."
The assistant looked at Brian and smiled. "We have got ... additional services you might want to check out sir."
"Good God, Brian!" Michael complained as he checked his statements. A monthly event to which Brian regularly came, in more ways than one.
Brian shrugged, unashamed. "What can I say? I like my men smart, loyal and firm."
Michael looked at Brian, his face softening. "What about Justin?"
Brian smiled and shrugged. "Not one for relationships, Mikey. You know that."
Michael shook his head knowingly. "Anyone would think Brian Kinney was scared of commitment."
Brian smiled and put his arm around Michael's shoulders. "Not afraid to. Just don't want to."
Just then, the door flew open and four masked men walked into the bank. Guns raised.
Brian turned around and watched the four men warily, standing protectively in front of Michael.
"Everybody down! Now!" One of the men said, lifting his gun threateningly.
Brian threw his arm around Michael and knelt on the floor, never taking his eyes from the men before him. He quickly surveyed the scene that was taking place - two of the men were trying to get an assistant to open the safe, another was scooping cash from the tills and drawers, and the final man was watching them all with gun in hand. There were around ten people in the bank, including the assistant and manager.
Brian's arm was firmly around Michael's shoulder. Knowing Mikey, Brian suspected he would try to interfere. "Keep down Mikey, don't do anything."
"What am I going to do? Grab the gun with my telekenetic powers?" Michael said, sarcastically.
"You've been reading way too many comic books." Brian said, watching the gunned man carefully.
Suddenly, the sound of police sirens could be heard ... and a tinny metallic voice echoed into the bank from some kind of megaphone. "This is the police. Come out with your hands up. You are surrounded."
All four men froze.
"Fuck!" One of them groaned in desperation. "What the hell do we do now?"
"Brian? Will it be over soon?" Mikey asked, his right hand seeking out Brian's hand for comfort.
Brian looked into Michael's eyes and smiled bravely. As Michael put his head on Brian's shoulder, Brian comforted his friend gently. "Of course Mikey. It'll all be over very soon."
Secretly, he knew they'd be stuck there for a while.