Reid's Eleven
Chapter 1
Daniel Ocean: Spencer Reid (CM)
Rusty: Gatsby Algérnon (OC)
Frank: Derek Morgan (CM)
Ruben: David Rossi (CM)
Virgil and Turk: Shawn Spencer (Psych) and Eliot Spencer (Leverage)
Basher: Aaron Hotchner(CM) and Ziva David (NCIS)
Livingston: Penelope Garcia (CM)
Yen: Parker (Leverage)
Saul: Jason Gideon (CM)
Linus: Ashley Seaver (CM)
Terry Benedict: Ian Doyle (CM)
Tess: Emily Prentiss (CM)
VIRGINIA STATE PENITENTARY
"State your name for the record."
"Dr. Spencer Reid."
"Dr. Reid, what compelled you to steal?"
"Well, my wife left me. And I saw some ancient tiki mask from the Samoan tribes I just had to have."
"Do you think you'll steal again?"
"She left me once, I don't think she'll leave me again just for kicks."
"Dr. Reid, do you believe you are rehabilitated for society?"
Dr. Spencer Reid paused.
The doors to the prison opened and Spencer was a free man. After one year, he finally tasted fresh air. Contemplating on what to do next, Spencer hailed a taxi to take him to the train station.
NEW YORK
The casino was filled with gamblers as Spencer walked through it. He made his way to the blackjack table and sat down.
"Chips, please," he said.
"Good Luck," the dealer said as she handed him his chips.
"Thank you," he replied. He looked over her shoulder to see a tall, dark man with muscular built and a baldhead who was talking to a manager. He had a meaningful expression on his face.
"Twenty. Dealer has nineteen; good start." The lady was then relieved from her post and the Tall, Dark man took her place. "I'm going on break now."
"How are you sir?" Asked the new dealer.
"Hello, Derek," said Spencer and Derek looked a little bit shaken.
"I beg your pardon, sir; you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Jonathan, as you can see right here." He pointed to his nametag that said "Jonathan." Spencer just smirked making his hazel eyes look a bit dangerous; especially with his cocky smile.
"My mistake," he said.
"No problem, sir," Derek smiled politely.
"The table's cold anyway."
"You might want to try the lounge at Caesar's; it gets busy after 1:00."
"1:00?" Spencer asked as he stood up.
"Yes, sir."
"Thanks, Jonathan," Spencer said as he left.
"Thank you." The man shook his head and got back to dealing.
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Spencer was sitting at the bar looking at the newspaper and drinking a jack and coke as Derek walked up to the bar.
"Checking up on current events?" Derek asked.
"Jonathan," Derek replied dryly as he flipped the page.
"Good to meet you. "Derek Morgan can't get past the gaming board," Derek said as he sat down. "You just got here?"
"This afternoon. You've seen her?" Spencer still didn't look at his friend. Derek smirked at him as he ordered his drink.
"Last I heard she was teaching young celebrities how to play poker. Why? You got a plan already?"
"Are you kidding? I just got back," Spencer said dryly and Derek laughed.
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A petite, brunette young woman in her mid-20s was eating nachos outside of a club while waiting for one of her clients.
"Hey, G!" It annoyed her to no end when she was called that. "Gatsby, what's up, girl?" Miley Cyrus got off her silver Beetle and walked toward the back entrance to the club with her companion. "Let me ask you a question: are you incorporated?" Gatsby just shook her head and laughed. "Well, you should think about it. I talked to my manager…"
"Danni?"
"Not Danni; my business manager. Actually, they're both named Danni. Anyway, she said what we do could be considered research for a future job, so I could make it a tax write off. The one thing is, and this is her thing and it's stupid, but I'd have to pay you by check." Gatsby looked at Miley as if she were crazy and stayed silent. "Or we could just stick to cash." Gatsby nodded. "Yeah, let's just stick to cash." They entered the club and went to the back room.
Gatsby tried to teach these Hollywood movie and music stars how to play poker but they were all helpless. Josh Hutucherson kept folding, Jennifer Lawrence was bad at bluffing and Miley had a bad hand. She took a break and went to the bar to get her a drink and watch some dancers.
"How's the game?!" the bartender shouted.
"Longest night of my life!" Gatsby replied.
"What?!"
"I'm running away with your wife!"
"Oh, cool!"
Gatsby shook her head. After a while, she came back in to see a tall, lanky brown-haired guy sitting at the table with the stars.
"Isn't that hard; shedding the Hannah Montana Persona?" asked the new guy.
"Not for me, dude," said Miley as she noticed Gatsby. "Hey, G; we got another player…if that's cool with you."
"It's fine," Gatsby said softly as she sat back down at the table. They talked about Spencer's life as a genius as they played poker. Then they talked about Spencer's stint in jail.
"What were you in jail for?" Selena Gomez asked.
"I stole something," Spencer replied.
"What did you steal?" Josh asked.
"I stole Ancient Tiki Masks from Samoa."
"Are they worth anything?" Miley asked.
Spencer started to reply when Gatsby cut him off. "Millions." She said. "That is, if you can pick them up off the ground."
"I didn't know that at the time." Spencer reasoned.
"Guys, what's the first rule of bluffing?" Gatsby asked her clients.
"Always spot a tell?" Selena imputed.
"That's right, Selena."
Spencer easily won the game with Gatsby's unnoticed help. Gatsby walked outside and Spencer discreetly followed her. They walked down the street and to Gatsby's blue Lexus.
"I'm bored," Gatsby said as they started driving. She was only ever comfortable talking with Spencer and two other people besides David.
"You look bored," Spencer chuckled.
"I am bored." She sighed. "So tell me, how was the trip? Did you get the cookies I sent you?" Gatsby's snarky, playful, flirtatious side was coming out.
"Why do you think I came to see you first?" They walked into a small, dark coffee shop and sat at a table after getting their drinks.
"So tell me," Gatsby said.
"It's tricky; never been done before. It'll need planning and a large crew."
"Guns?" Gatsby asked, curiously.
"Not quite; high security. The take…"
"What's the target?"
"Eight figures each." Spencer was avoiding the question.
"What's the target?" Gatsby persisted.
"When was the last time you've been to Vegas?"
"You wanna knock over a casino?" Gatsby asked, incredulously. Spencer shook his head and held up three fingers and Gatsby almost choked on her coffee, laughing.
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Spencer and Gatsby were in a building looking over the plans to a casino. "The vault at the Bellagio," Spencer said grandly. Gatsby made some noises that would be classified as awe and frustration.
"If I'm reading this right, and I'd like to think I am, this is probably the least accessible vault ever designed."
"Yep," Spencer said, simply.
"You said three casinos?" She only saw one vault.
"These go into the Mirage and the MGM Grand but every dime ends up there."
"Okay, the Bellagio and the Mirage…wait a minute. These are Ian Doyle's places."
"Yes, they are." Spencer confirmed. Gatsby sighed. "Do you think he'll mind?"
"What do you think?" Gatsby scoffed.
"So, what are we looking at here?"
"You'd need at least a dozen guys doing a combination of cons."
"Like what, you think?"
Gatsby shrugged. "Off the top of my head?" I'd say you're looking at a Boesky, a Jim Brown, a Miss Daisy, two Jethro's and a Leon Spinks. Not to mention the biggest Ella Fitzgerald ever. Where will you get the money to back this?"
"Hit these three casino's we'll get out bankroll. Doyle's got a long list of enemies."
"Yeah, but enemies with lots of cash and nothing to lose?" Gatsby then got a smile to her face. "Rossi."
"Rossi," Spencer replied.
Soon, a Flashlight shone, blinding them both. Spencer shielded his eyes to see Dwayne the Security guard making his rounds.
"Dwayne, point that thing somewhere else will ya?"
"Sorry, Reid. Just doing my job," Dwayne replied. "You guys got what you wanted?"
"Yeah, we're just going to take these blueprints if that's alright with you."
"Cool. Just bring them back Monday."
Spencer nodded as they took the plans and made their way toward the elevators. Gatsby looked a little bit perturbed and was still shy about asking questions. Even with Spencer.
"What?" asked Spencer when he noticed his best friend's face.
"I need a reason. And don't say money; why do this?" Gatsby was truly curious as to why Spencer wanted to do this specific job.
"Why not do it?" Gatsby shook her head. She needed a better reason. "Because I just left Quantico after losing a year of my life and you're teaching poker to Teen Beat cover boys." Gatsby reluctantly nodded. "Because the House always wins. Play long enough you lose your focus. Unless, when that perfect hand comes, you bet big. Then you take the House."
"You practiced that speech and took that from a movie, didn't you?" Gatsby asked, amused.
"A little bit, did I rush it? Felt like I rushed it."
"No, it was good; I liked it. The Teen Beat thing was a little harsh though." They got into the elevator. "I wonder what Rossi will say."
Spencer also wondered what David Rossi would say.