Disclaimer: I don't own "Heist". If I did, it'd be running.
A/N: OK, for those of you who have never seen or heard of the short lived NBC television show "Heist", here's the plotline:
A group of thieves, led by the expert con Mick O'Neil, are planning to rob three of the most prominent casinos in Beverly Hills….at the same time…..during Academy Awards Week. Trying to stop them is Detective Amy Sykes, who knows Mick and doesn't realize that he's the leader. At the same time as their heist, Mick finds out that his old partner, Sam Gordon, is also planning the same heist. Sam is the one who shot Mick and left him for dead then married Mick's wife and raised Mick's daughter Katie. This fic takes place during the pilot episode, in which Mick watches his daughter's violin recital.
The hall had mostly plastic chairs, and none had cushioning in them for those who were seated to lean against. The audience itself consisted of homeless people looking for something to do, a few old ladies, a balding dad or two, and dozens of adoring moms with siblings who were either falling asleep, listening to iPods or looking extremely bored. The music was scratchy, the notes slightly off pitch, but he didn't care.
Hidden in the wings, watching everything from behind the scenes, Mick O'Neil didn't care. His coat was folded neatly across his arm as he didn't move; barely breathing as he watched her. There she was, sitting tall and proud in her seat, violin across her shoulder. Reddish brown hair was swept out of her face in a short ponytail, and blue eyes stared, focused, at the music she was playing. To Mick, Katie's music was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. If he was a normal dad, he'd be in the front row, cheering his baby girl on. But he was anything but the normal dad. Katie's brow furrowed slightly in concentration, and a small smile graced Mick's lips. She'd grown a lot since he'd last seen her. In seven years, Mick. He reminded himself. You lost her seven years ago, remember? Mick brushed the past away and focused on his daughter. She's got my mouth, he thought absently. Probably her mother's brains, too. Mick smiled at the thought. All the years they'd been married, Katie's mom had never lost an argument. Her quick logic had sent him to the couch on many a night. He peeked out and saw her in the audience, a vacant chair at her side. Mick smirked. Great job, Mr. "Family Man" Sam, he thought smugly. Miss Katie's recital, why don't you?
Mick sighed. He'd better go, before it ended and someone saw him. Silently telling his daughter what a great job she'd done and how much he loved her, he sidled over to the stairs and slowly, carefully, made his way down. As he headed towards the exit, he looked up one last time and saw her, staring right at him. Blue eyes crashed into blue eyes and her face turned to shock, then confusion, and then joy. It couldn't have been louder if she'd screamed Daddy through the auditorium. The corner's of Mick's mouth lifted in a hasty smile before he looked away and vanished into the crowd. He could feel her blue eyes, searching desperately for him. Mick's heart clenched; he wanted to turn around, run up onto the stage, and take her in his arms, the way he had all those years ago, when she had still been his. But he knew that he couldn't. If he did, questions would be asked. And questions were one thing that Mick didn't need right now. He went outside and leaned against the wall, clenching his teeth. The doors crashed open, sending out a stream of kids and their parents, all talking animatedly. Mick straightened up and hurried to his car. As he drove off, he whispered the three words he wanted so badly to say:
"I miss you."
There you go! Please R&R, though I doubt anyone will. Reviews are appreciated, but not required. I'll probably write a sequel to this oneshot about Katie's POV during the recital.