A/N: Hello again! Thank you for stopping by!

Well, I should start by warning you that this is some sort of Crossover between Hawaii 5-0 and Ocean's 11-12-13. I hope you don't mind too much.

The man entering HQ looked vaguely familiar. He moved with a purposeful tread in Danny's direction, two rather large men at his back. Danny lifted his eyebrows, greeting the newcomers. "Hello gentlemen, is there something that I can help you with?"

Danny noticed by his clothes, gold watch and general appearance, that the man in front of him was wealthy, obscenely wealthy, most likely. And the two gorillas at his back were not packing heat, but they could cause a lot of trouble with or without a gun. He was regretting his decision of sending everyone home and staying late to finish the last of the paperwork tonight.

The man looked at Danny from head to toe. "Mr. Malloy. I believe I'm in need of your services again."

Danny lifted his eyebrows, looking confused. "Malloy? I'm sorry, but it seems you have the wrong person." He said, shaking his head.

The man didn't look concerned by Danny's answer. "You've been quite difficult to track, Mr. Malloy, much more than your brother. I must say that the policeman identity was quite a clever move." He said, with an annoying smirk.

Danny lifted his hands, getting tired of this game. "Alright, you know what? I have no idea who this Malloy fellow is, and frankly I don't give a damn. I'd appreciate it if you could go on your way and started looking for this guy in some other place, hopefully far away from here." He started making some shooing motions.

The man didn't move an inch, only lifting his hand so that one of the men at his back could hand him a folder, which he started studying very interested. "I was surprised to find out that you had formed a family, Mr. Malloy. You have a beautiful daughter." He lifted his eyes to study Danny's expression. "Very smart as well. Did you know that Grace is at the top of her class?" He said, placing on the smart table some photographs of Grace leaving her school and some documents Danny recognized as Grace's school reports.

Danny glared at the man in front of him. "Who the fuck are you and what the hell do you want?" He said in an angry growl, his hand going unconsciously to the gun at his side.

The man lifted his hands in a placating gesture. "There is no need to get excited, Mr. Malloy. While I find it endearing that you are so determined to stay in character, I think introductions are unnecessary. As to the reason behind my visit, I'm afraid I'm in need of your services once again. Some items of great value seem to have been misplaced and I believe that Toulour is responsible for the new location of these items. I want you and your friends to help me locate these items and to return them to their original location. All the relevant information is here." He placed the folder next to Grace's photos on the table.

Danny was reaching 'pissed off' territory very quickly. "And what makes you think that I give a rat's ass about whatever it is that you lost?"

The man's unaffected expression was really getting on Danny's nerves. "The fact that I have acquired information regarding your past, less than legal activities, and I would be morally obliged to deliver this information to the Governor of Hawaii. You may also be convinced by the fact that I'm very well informed regarding the routine of little Grace, of your Ex Wife, Rachel Edwards, and of little Benjamin Edwards, whose well being seem to be very important to you, even though you're not in any way related to him, except for him being your ex wife's child." With an instruction of the man in front, he and his bodyguards started towards the door. "I will leave you with this information, Mr. Malloy, I hope you decide to get in contact with your team and start working on your assignment." And with that, they turned down the hallway and disappeared from sight.

Danny moved towards the table and started checking the papers in the folder the man had brought. He was more than shocked to find a print of criminal records of a man who could have been his twin, along with a large number of photographs of the same man, hotwiring a car, breaking into a house, opening a safe filled with jewelry, and a large number of illegal activities. More distressing was a very detailed set of pictures of Grace, both coming into and leaving school, playing at the park, reading at her classroom, riding in the car with Rachel and the baby and playing at her own backyard.

Danny's blood was boiling. Whoever this son of a bitch was, he knew enough about Grace and Rachel to represent a real threat to them, and he didn't even know what the asshole wanted. Gathering the documents with trembling hands, he picked up the folder and left HQ.

Danny's mind was spinning in all directions. He had no idea who this Malloy fellow was, he had no idea who the man that visited him was and he certainly had no idea who this team was supposed to be.

He drove to his place, to try to take a minute to study all this information in peace, but once he arrived at his destination he decided that if there was someone good with secret codes, and spy-James Bond shit, it would be his partner. He took out his phone from his pocket and hit #2 on his speed dial.

Sure enough, a familiar voice answered at the first ring. "Danno please don't tell me that you're still at the office."

Danny smiled at the sound of his friend's voice, hoping that he could help him find a way to sort out this mess. "Hey, no. I'm just getting home. Listen… Something came up, and I was wondering if you could give me a hand?" He unlocked his door.

"Sure, what do you need?" Danny was relieved to hear his friend more alert and willing to help.

Danny entered his place, looking blindly for the light switch. "Well, I had an interesting visit after you left. This guy showed up at the office with a couple of gorillas at his back…" He finally found the light switch and turned it on. "And he says that- SHIT" Whatever Danny was going to say was forgotten as he dropped the phone and the folder and took out his gun, pointing it at the man sitting on his sofa bed. "DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE! HANDS IN THE AIR! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT MY APARTMENT!"

The man sitting on the couch seemed rather unaffected by the gun pointing at his face. He had salt and pepper hair and a cocky smirk that Danny hated before he even got to know the guy. He stood up with his hands held in a non threatening position. "Detective Williams, my name is Danny Ocean and I think that we are in need of each other's assistance."

TBC…

A/N: Thank you very much for reading!

I didn't post this thing in the crossover section, because I want to see what do you think about the idea so far. In my head it's kind of an ambitious story, which I'm not very sure I'll be able to pull off, but hopefully it won't be too bad.

I hope to hear from you guys, and see you around!