Summary: Danny Ocean is the man with a plan. One that he wants to keep his sister far away from. When she inadvertently becomes involved anyway, will she be able to remain free from the life of crime or will the temptation be too much for her to bear?
Featuring: Danny Ocean, OC, Tess, Rusty Ryan, Linus, Basher, and the rest of the gang.
Setting: AU of Ocean's Trilogy. Sort of.
Notes: I've always loved these movies. The first and third especially. I just kind of had the urge to write this down though.
Vegas, what happens there stays there. At least, that's how it's supposed to be. But before we get there, I should probably start at the beginning. My name is Evelyn Ocean and this is my story. Danny was just a kid when I was born. His parents had divorced and his father married his pregnant mistress. Danny and I weren't exactly close growing up though he still acted as the protective big brother as we got older. Thief, con man, whatever you want to call it, he became one of the best. I never really approved of his line of so called work, but then he met Tess. She was and is, without a doubt, the love of his life. I adored Tess. I really did. I thought she'd be his way out of the life of crime. Then Danny ended up in jail, they divorced, and she wound up marrying someone else.
The steel gates slid shut behind him and he chuckled softly at the sight of the brunette waiting for him. She was leaning against a Ford Mustang in a denim jacket, white tank top, slim black pants, and black heels. She raised her sunglasses onto the top of her head to get a better look at him before stepping forward opening her arms. Danny returned the gesture hugging his little sister happily.
Pulling away, he looked at her again and smirked, "Can't say I expected you to pick me up, Ev."
"Well someone's got to be the honest one in this family, Danny." She winked as she climbed back into the car sliding her sunglasses back over her eyes.
The drive away from the prison was peaceful consisting mostly of small talk and the two siblings catching up. Evelyn wasn't stupid though. She could see in her brother's eyes that he was already plotting another heist. It annoyed her, but he was a grown man. She wasn't about to tell him how to live his life. After a shower and a fresh set of clothes, Danny ate and began the task of locating his crew. Naturally he began with his right hand man and best friend Rusty Ryan. It turned out Rusty wasn't far as he was off in Los Angeles playing poker with some low tier celebrities.
"You still owe me like two hundred from the last time I bailed your ass out." The brunette scoffed at her brother asking for money as she pulled her shoulder length brown hair up into a bun.
Danny sighed running his hands over his face, "I'll pay you back soon. With interest."
"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I don't get paid until tomorrow. I'll do you one better though and drive you to LA." Not that she wanted to be anywhere near Rusty, but she'd at least make sure her brother arrived in LA safely.
Rusty Ryan was bored. Sure, it was fun cheating these celebrities out of their money, but it wasn't exciting. He had only left the table for one hand just for a breather and to get a bite to eat. The last thing he had expected was to find Danny Ocean, of all people, to have taken his spot at the table when he returned. They played a hand at the table until the game finished. The pair were at a restaurant a short time later discussing the job.
The blonde man sighed as he set his fork down asking for a third time, "What's the target?"
Danny took a sip of his drink eyeing his friend curiously. "When's the last time you were in Vegas?"
Rusty looked over at him almost in shock, "You want to knock over a casino?"
In response, Danny silently held up three fingers. An incredulous laugh fell from Rusty's lips before he covered his face with his hands. Sometime later, the two friends were in the archives building going over the blueprints for the casinos they intended to rob. Danny pointed out the vault of the Bellagio on the page.
Rusty peered down at the paper, "If I'm reading this right and I like to think that I am, this is the least accessible vault ever designed."
Danny agreed as they leaned over a table looking at the designs and he tapped the page with his finger. "These feed into the Mirage and the MGM Grand. But every penny goes into here."
He thought for a moment trying to figure out the connection, "The Bellagio and the Mirage. Those are Terry Benedict's places."
"Yes they are. Think he'll mind."
"More than somewhat."
He thought about it some more as they waited for the elevator, "You're going to need at least thirteen people doing a combination of cons."
A low whistle fell from Danny's mouth as he racked his brain, "Like, what, you think?"
Rusty nodded, "Off the top of my head, I'd say you'll need a Boesky, a Jim Brown, a Miss Daisy, two Jethros, and a Leon Spinks. Not to mention, the biggest Ella Fitzgerald. Ever. Where would we get the money to back this?"
His shoulders shrugged, "We hit these three casinos, we got our bankroll. Benedict's got a long list of enemies."
"But enemies with loose cash and nothing to lose?" As soon as the question left his mouth, realization hit Rusty. "Ah, Reuben."
"You're out of your goddamn minds! Are you listening to me? All three of you-you're nuts! I know more about casino security than any man alive. I invented it!" Reuben reacted just as they expected after they laid out their plans to him a little while later. "And it cannot be beaten. They got cameras, they got watchers, they got locks, they got timers, they got vaults." He shoved some salad into his mouth before taking a breath.
Danny's shoulders shrugged, "It's never been tried."
"Oh it's been tried. Of course it's been tried." Reuben laughed mockingly as he set his fork down regaling them with tales of past casino heists that didn't end well. "But what am I saying, you guys are the pros. You're the best. I'm sure you'll make it out of the casino, but then you'll be stuck in the middle of the damn desert."
They both agreed shaking their heads, "He's right. Reuben, you're right."
"Of course I'm right."
Danny shook his hand only for Rusty to do the same, "Thank you for lunch."
"Look, we go way back." Reuben shook each hand. "And I owe you from the thing with the guy at the place. I'll never forget it."
He smiled, "It was our pleasure."
Rusty chuckled softly at that, "I had never been to Belize."
"Leave your addresses with Dominic. I've got some things to send you." Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Reuben called out. "Hey, just out of curiosity, which casinos were you bozos choosing to rob?"
The two men shared a look as Danny adjusted his suit cuffs, "The Bellagio, The Mirage, and the MGM Grand."
"Those are Terry Benedict's places." He nearly choked on his wine.
Rusty smirked, "They are."
"You guys, what do you got against Benedict?"
Danny eyed the older man innocently, "I think the real question is, what do you got against Benedict?"
"He torpedoed my casino. Muscled me out. Now he's going to blow it up and build some monstrosity of an eye sore in its place. Don't think I don't know what you're doing."
They looked at him, "What are we doing?"
"If you're going to steal from Terry Benedict, you better know. With Benedict, when it's over, he better not know you're involved. No names, nothing. Because he'll kill you and then he'll go to work on you." Reuben advised them carefully.
He nodded his head in agreement, "That's why we've got to be precise."
"And well funded." Rusty added.
"Yeah, you'll also need to be nuts and have a crew just as nuts as you are."
They shared a look before smirking at Reuben, "Who did you have in mind?"
Rusty glanced up from his drink as they sat at a hotel bar two days later, "Frank C is in. He recently developed a bad case of bronchitis and put in for a transfer to warmer climates I.E. Nevada."
He nodded taking a sip of his drink, "Drivers?"
The blonde sighed, "I talked to the Malloys yesterday."
Danny raised his eyebrow, "The Mormon twins?"
Rusty nodded, "They're both in Salt Lake City. Six months off the job and I get the sense they're looking for something to fill their schedule."
Another two days passed and they met back up in a cafe in LA.
Rusty swallowed the food in his mouth and wiped his lips, "Livingston Dell. Been doing freelance surveillance work for the FBI Mob Squad as of late."
He looked skeptical at that suggestion, "How are his nerves?"
The blonde shrugged, "Not so bad that you'd notice. Munitions?"
The older man nodded in agreement. "Phil Turrentine."
Rusty shook his head, "Died."
Danny looked surprised, "No shit. On the job?"
He shook his head again, "Skin cancer."
Danny nodded his head, "Send flowers?"
He shrugged, "Dated his wife for a while."
The older man thought for a moment, "Basher's in town."
Rusty sighed, "There might be an issue with availability."
Basher was running a high class bank job with an irritatingly inexperienced crew. He truly believed he was up the duff, so to speak, when he heard the sound of sirens. It wasn't until he heard a familiar voice while one of the cops had him pinned to the hood of a cop car. Glancing over, he saw Rusty Ryan dressed as a government agent. The blonde grabbed him shoving the munitions expert against the car while simultaneously slipping some materials into his hands. It was only moments later that Basher completed assembling the small bomb attaching it to the car unnoticed. As he was led away by Rusty, the car blew up behind them. They hurried to the car that Danny was waiting for them in. Rusty drove them away while Danny laid out the job details for Basher.
The next stop on the list was the Chinese circus. It was almost two days later when Danny and Rusty were sitting in the crowd. They were waiting to see someone called 'The Amazing Yen'.
Danny didn't appear too impressed though, "Which one's the Amazing Yen?"
Rusty stared out at the Chinese circus acts, "The little Chinese guy."
Rolling his eyes at Rusty's attempt at humor, he sighed. "Who else is on the list?"
The blonde snorted, "He is the list."
He still wasn't impressed as Yen's performance began. His eyes grew wide however when he realized just how skilled the guy really was which made him realize Rusty had been right.
As the crowd started cheering, Danny smirked, "We've got ourselves our grease man."
Rusty chuckled as they headed out to the car, "Yeah, we do."
Danny nodded his head, "We need Sal."
A sigh fell from his lips as he knew that comment was coming, "He's out. No way he'll do it. He got out of the game about a year ago."
His eyebrows raised at that, "He get religion?"
Rusty shook his head, "Ulcers."
Danny chuckled softly, "I'm sure you can sweet talk him back in."
He was right. With Sal now in, they had everyone they needed. Still, there was one loose end that Danny wanted to tie up first. That was how Evelyn found herself face to face with her brother and his right hand man as she pulled herself out of her pool. Danny handed her a towel as Rusty stood there staring at the brunette in her silver bikini. It was Danny smacking him upside the head that snapped him out of it.
"Rusty." She simply said as she walked past him drying herself off on her way inside.
The blonde smirked watching her pass by, "Good to see you too, Evie."
As she showered and changed into a fresh pair of clothes, the two men made themselves at home in her living room. It was Rusty that noticed the Bellagio folder laying on her coffee table. He picked it up out of curiosity and flipped through it. Danny snatched it out of his hands and placed it back on the table. They shared a look, but the older man shook his head.
"So boys, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Her voice filled the room as she strolled in a few moments later.
Danny pulled a small stack of money out of his jacket handing it to her, "The money I owe you with interest. All legal, I promise."
"Danny.." Evelyn wasn't sure if she believed him, but she accepted the money anyway.
It was Rusty who spoke up changing the subject as he gestured toward the folder, "The Bellagio, huh?"
"Oh that. I work there." Her shoulders shrugged nonchalantly as she picked up the folder.
Danny looked over at her raising his eyebrows in shock, "You work for Terry Benedict?"
"I work for Tess."
Rusty's blue eyes widened as he realized just then exactly why his friend wanted to do this job.
"Speaking of, I'm going to be late if I don't get going soon. It was good seeing you boys. Thanks for the money, Dan." She hugged her brother pressing a kiss to his cheek before escorting the pair out.