So this is my second story but first attempt at an AU. The idea came from watching Ocean's Eleven. I just thought, wouldn't it be fun to read about our favorite team as they crossed over to the other side of the law? I wasn't going to write it but my muse thought otherwise so here it is. Let me know what you think.

I don't own anything surprisingly.

-Andie

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Chapter One: Welcome To The Team

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The yellow taxi cab pulled to a slow stop outside of the building. The sound of the brakes was drowned out by the footsteps and chatter of the many pedestrians that flooded the sidewalks of New York City's Upper East Side. Rays from the warm sun beamed onto the hoods of parked cars, creating streaks of bright lights that reflected onto the glass windows of the many high end retailers placed strategically along the street, preying on the rich and wealthy to come and spend fruitfully. The warm June morning was inviting, encouraging those in its wake to take advantage of the majestic weather and meet the day with ambitions to enjoy it.

That's why Mac Taylor was currently exiting the cab outside of the tall condominium. He paid the cab fare and casually made his way into the building. To anyone who didn't know him, they would think that he belonged there. Of course, however, he did not. Of all of the talents he possessed, Mac considered that to be his favorite. The ability to act as those he belonged. Looking back on his life, he knew that that was the reason he had been able to achieve the many things he had.

He gave the doorman a slight nod as he walked into the building, quickly navigating his way through the revolving doors. He made his way into the empty elevator and pushed the button that indicated the fifth floor.

The elevator ride was a short one and his destination was reached quickly. He left the elevator and made a left, walking about ten feet until coming to the door he had been told was the right one. He fist pounded the door three times.

About twenty seconds later the door swung open to reveal the face he had been looking for.

"Surprised to see me?" Mac asked with a small smirk.

Sid Hammerback's mouth hung slightly open as he stared at the figure before him. "Damn right I am," he said, a wide smile appearing on his face. "Come in Mac, come in." The old man ushered him in quickly, closing the door behind him.

Mac walked a short distance into the modernly decorated penthouse apartment. The walls were painted a light beige that accented with the gold frames of the many paintings that hung on the walls.

"Now Mac, if it were anyone else, I would ask what they were doing here but with you, I think I already know that answer to that question," Sid said as he led Mac down the hallway and into one of the many living rooms in that Mac was sure were in the penthouse.

"Maybe I'm just here to say hello to an old friend," Mac commented, following Sid.

Sid chuckled as he took a seat in one of the many parlor chairs in the room. He gestured for Mac to do the same in a chair across from him.

Within five seconds of Mac sitting down, a woman dressed in a maid's uniform appeared with a tray of drinks causing a laugh to erupt from Mac. He accepted the drink, giving Sid a knowing look.

"What?" Sid asked in mock innocence as he took a drink of his own from the tray.

"You've seem to have done well for yourself."

Sid smiled as he sat the glass on the end table next to his chair. "Well of course. But enough about me. I'm curious to hear your reason for visiting Mac."

Mac leaned back in his chair and let out a small sigh. "Like I said, just visiting an old friend."

Sid tilted his head and stared at Mac with a smirk. "You know I know you better than that Mac."

Mac let out another sigh as his eyes trailed along the walls of Sid's penthouse. They stopped at a large marble statue of a woman that sat in the corner of the room. "New statue?"

Sid turned his head to see what Mac was referring to. When he turned back he had a shy smile on his face. "It was a gift," he said with a shrug.

"The Orsay Museum in Paris gave it to you?" Mac asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Fine, fine. I was there on vacation when I decided that my living room could some new décor," Sid said, taking a sip from his drink. "But enough of this chit chat Mac. Tell me the real reason you're here. Last time I heard, you were rolling in a take home of 2.5 mil."

"Yeah well, now I'm down to about 2.5 dollars," Mac admitted.

Sid's eyebrows went up in surprise as he stared at Mac. "How do you lose 2.5 mil in what, five months?"

Mac shrugged as he took another swig from his drink. "Bad investments here, pointless purchases there."

Sid shook his head at Mac. "You know Mac, for a guy as careful and controlling as you, you are lousy at keeping up with your money."

Mac laughed at Sid's comment, knowing the truth behind it.

"Sid,"

His laughter was cut short by the sound of a woman's voice entering the room. He looked up to see her standing in the entryway. Mac couldn't keep his eyes off her as she drifted gracefully in the room. Her deep brown curls hung loosely from her head, perfectly framing her face. Even from his seat, Mac could see the sparkle in her olive eyes as she looked between him and Sid. Her body was that of a Greek goddess: tall, statuesque, exquisite. She went to stand next to Sid's chair, eyeing him curiously.

"Ah, Stella," Sid greeted as he looked up at her from her chair. "I want you meet a good friend of mine, Mac…"

"Taylor," she filled in on her own.

Mac's eyebrows rose as he eyed her carefully. He wanted to speak but was unable to find any words.

Stella laughed at his expression. "Don't worry Mr. Taylor. I know all about you and the jobs you've pulled off in the past. I have to say, I'm a fan. You're one of the greatest thieves in the business."

Mac finally was able to recover long enough to speak to her. "Why thank you Ms…"

"Bonasera," she told him.

"Bonasera. I like it," he said with a smile before turning to Sid. "So, how did the two of you meet?"

Sid held up his hands at Mac. "Oh no Mac, it's not what you think. Stella here is my daughter."

Mac's eyes shot open in surprise. "Daughter? I didn't know you had a daughter."

"Neither did he," Stella commented as she moved to take a seat next to Sid.

"Turns out that I made more than just money when I pulled off the job in Greece all those years ago," Sid said with the raise of an eyebrow.

Mac laughed out loud at Sid's comment. "You're one of a kind Sid."

Sid nodded in agreement. "That I am," he said. "So, Mac. Who's the target?"

"Target?" Stella inquired, looking at Mac. "You're planning another job?"

Mac hesitated as he watched Stella's curiosity grow before him.

Sid took notice and spoke up. "Don't worry Mac. Stella here takes after her old man when it comes to pulling off jobs. Turns out she had made quite a name for herself in the business before the two of us even met."

Mac nodded at Sid before turning back to Stella. "Jack Hancock."

Stella's mouth dropped open as Sid nearly choked on his drink. Between the two, it seemed that neither could gather a voice. Eventually it was Stella who spoke first.

"Wait, wait. Jack Hancock, the billionaire real estate guru?" She asked.

"The one and only," Mac answered simply.

Finally, Sid was able to find his voice. "Mac, you're crazy. He's like the richest man in the city. There is no way you can pull this off."

Mac leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees. "Not alone. But if you can help me get a good enough team, we could do it."

Sid scoffed as he leaned back in his chair. "Mac, you don't get it. Not only is Hancock rich, he's powerful too. He's got ties to all kinds of people in this city, not to mention the NYPD. His security team is probably better than that of the President's."

Mac couldn't help but chuckle. "I know. But I've done high profile before and I know you have too. It's simple. All we have to do is break into his office, steal his bank information, and then take it from his account."

Sid stared at Mac incredulously "Do you hear yourself when you talk? I mean, not only is his office guarded tighter than a military base, whatever bank he uses is sure to be one of the most technology advanced in the city. It's impossible."

Mac shook his head. "Not if I have the right people. I know you know some people Sid. At least five or six good ones will do."

"Mac, even if I knew people who could do it, I don't see why they would. Anyone who agrees to do this with you would be…"

"I'll do it."

Both Mac and Sid's heads turned towards Stella who sat with her arms crossed over her chest and a smirk on her face.

"Stella," Sid started.

"Don't worry Sid. I've done big jobs too. Most were back in Greece but they were big nonetheless. I mean, as long as we get a good team I don't see why we can't pull it off," she told him before turning to Mac. "So Mac, you'll let me be a part of it?"

Mac smiled back at her as he leaned back in his seat. "Welcome to the team, Ms. Bonasera."

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