A/N : english is not my first language and i'm really sorry if they 're mistake in this fic.:(
disclamer: I would have a lot more money if i own ocean's eleven
Rusty knew this day wasn't going to be a good one. His throat hurt, his headaches had gone worst during the night and he was probably burning up. If today would have been a normal day, he would have stay on bed and eat junk food while watching Oprah. But not today. Tonight, they were going to steal 10 million worth of antics asian dolls. They spend the last two weeks planning this and he wasn't going to be left out on D Day. His plan was simple he needs to take as much as pain killer as he could, put a pretty smile on his face and, the most important, avoid Danny and Saul as much as he could.
10:00 am
He join the others in Saul room. He listen distractly Danny talking to everyone about the day trying to hide his coughing fits. Everything seems to go as well as planned.
11:00 am
"Rus..?"
"Danny."
"You think..."
"Everything will go well."
"You.."
"I'm sure"
"Are you okay you seem.."
Livingston choose this second to come into the room and ask dabny about something . Save by the bell. Rusty use the discration to go back to his room to let go of the coughing fit he withhold during the small talk.
2:00 pm
Rusty give a last look to the blueprints. His headaches is getting bigger and his lungs seem to want to get out of his body. More than that , Saul sends him suspicious glance every 10 seconds. This could not go worst.
4:00 pm
Rusty and Danny are the only two left in the room. They finish preparing everything then... Rusty faints.
He wake up on a really comfy bed. Stan his beside him poking and examining him. Danny is the only other person in the room and gosh... He looks angry. More really, he looks pissed off and Rusty is only waiting for him to explode. But he doesn't yell, he doesn't even talk... He just look at the blond man with his angry eyes.
" You got yourself a pneumonia Rusty. This could be pretty bad. Happily, you're case doesn't need you to go to the hospital antibiotics and plenty of rest should do the job. But you should know better than go do an heist in this kind of condition. Anyway, I come back to see you later. Take this rest statement seriously or I will not hesitate to sedate you."
Stan close the door leaving Danny and Rusty alone in the room.
"And.. The job?"
"..."
"Come on Danny..."
"The job went fine."
"Danny..."
"..."
"..."
" You could have killed yourself Rusty."
"Pneumonia ain't that bad"
"Things could have gone so wrong and you don't even realize it. What if you had pass out during the heist? What if you have been caught? What if you had I went to jail..."
"..."
"I would have been the one who has to tell Isobel that her fiancée been caught cause he's to freacking stubborn and proud to admit he's sick. I would.."
"I'm sorry"
"You better be"
"I didn't think it.."
"Obviously you don't do that a lot"
*Rusty enter in a coughing fit*
"Here.." Say danny offering him water "Take it easy"
"Everything hurt"
"You're so whinny when your sick"
"Hum..."
"You should be more... Just so you know, you're the one telling Isobel why you coming home with a prescription for antibiotics and bed rest and you're going to tell her how you let it go that bad"
"I'm so dead..."
"Yes you are"
"Arr you smiling cause it would be very mean for you to smile. I'm sick... and my fiancée going to kill me"
"I find it satisfactory..."
"You're like the pinkish girl teacher that nobody like in Harry Potter"
"Aouch... That was low... Does she brings you chocolate?"
"You have chocolate ?"
"Promise me you not doing anything that stupid again and I'm guvumg to you."
"Dannnyyyy..."
"Rusty."
"I promise"
Maybe that day wasn't so bad after all.
