Disclaimer: I own nada not even some of the things I know about crime. That comes from Leverage.

NO P.O.V.

Looking back it had started small. Little things people wouldn't notice were missing from their pockets. She had started purely to see if she could however now it was an obsession, a need, a job she loved. Her dad was always busy with Sonic Boom and her mom was off in Africa doing who knows what they always said she needed a hobby. They never thought this would be it though. The first time she pick pocketed she expected to be caught only…. She wasn't. Not that time, not the next time, all those years of piano made her fingers so deft, quick, and flexible that this was almost second nature. Over the next four years she not only could pick pocket but also pick locks, break combinations, find a way out of every building, dodge lasers set up in her bedroom, con a man out of all his money, and a half a dozen other things. As she got better her confidence grew and while she still may never sing for a crowd she could do things she never would have been able before, but even with all of this she never was amazing until Trish had caught her only instead of spilling she helped. Now 21 years old Ally Dawson was one of the most wanted criminals in the US of A with the help of her bff.

Ally

Tonight was the night; the night I stole the 30 carat diamond necklace. I would be taking it out of its case for the first time in 50 years. I already had a buyer set up in San Lorenzo willing to pay 175 million for it. My current identity was Eliza Jane gem expert hired to inspect the diamond to prove its authentic after someone, my best friend Trish, started worldwide rumors it had been stolen and replaced. Turns out all the time Trish spends on her phone and computer not doing whatever job it was that day was useful and after a few courses on computer programming Trish was able to hack into almost anything. Anyway, after stating its authenticity my character soon had its owner wrapped around my finger. I couldn't wait to be rid of that slimy excuse of a man. I need a shower every time he kissed my hand. The six months it had taken for him to trust me with the codes to the house that would soon be "ours", remind me to gag myself, were some of the longest of my life.

"Sweetie pie what's wrong?" looking around I realize I had been starting at the mirror for a while going over the plan for tonight.

"Nothing honey bear just thinking of what im going to do to you tonight." I said with a sexy grin as I sashayed over to him only to drag my hand across his chest. If only he knew what I had actually meant by that. I snickered on accident then.

"What's so funny sweetie."

"Just wondering how I got someone so perfect for a fiancé." Smooth Ally smooth.

"I don't know how I got someone so beautiful for my fiancé."

"aaaaahhh I love you." I say while trying not to hurl on his hand made, quality leather, Alberto Vico shoes.

"Eskimo kisses! Well I better go honey I have to find the puuuuurrrrfect dress for tonight."

"Here use my credit card and get yourself some nice under things to match make sure to surprise me."

I walk back to him grabbing the card and sliding the card in my bra with a grin.

"With pleasure."

With that I walk down the hall out to the garage getting in my last week's present a neon pink mustang.

Once I was a few miles down the road I dug my ear bud out put it in and tapped it. The first noise I heard was loud munching.

"Trish what are you eating my ear is about to go numb."

"Mymmm fammm cruch cruch chimmmmmps."

"Your what and please swallow before you answer."

"My favorite chips duuuuh!"

"Yeah well I have John wrapped he thinks were finally going to have sex tonight."

" HAHAHAHahahaha what an idiot!"

"I KNOW! Well I'm off to buy a dress and 'under things' I said in a mock sexy voice. You have everything set up on your end?"

I heard some sort of explosion on the other end.

"OMG Ally I just spewed water out my nose at that. And yes I have the alarms to go off at 9:35 your future hubby will have been 20 minutes into his speech by then you will have 15 minutes to get to the necklace and back and it seems the paranoid freak has installed a laser system."

"Hummm more good news; how bad are the lasers?"

"Pretty standard, varying pattern changing ever 10 seconds with a set of solid lasers around the box its self that will slice through an inch of steel in .5 seconds."

"How wide from start to box?" by now I was finally entering into mainstream L.A.

" Five feet."

"Wonderful I have 15 minutes to cross five feet of lasers get the necklace and get out and back to the ball in before anyone notices I'm gone."

"Sounds about right."

"You hear from the buyer?"

"Just got an email from him a few hours ago says we should meet at the posada noche perezoso."

"Translated lazy night inn sounds like a crap hole. You have video?"

"What do you think I am 8 of course I have video check your phone."

One look and I knew I didn't like the place calling it a crap hole was a compliment. It screamed drug dealing slim all over it.

"How…. Charming."
"That's what I thought anyway he wants to meet at 9 pm Sunday following the heist."

"Do able. You have any new toys for me?"

"Only a new harness and rig its smaller and thinner still can hold you and one other person and able to be hid under a tee and jeans."

"Who's the best Latino friend I've ever had?"

"I am!"

"Okay I'm at Victoria's I'll be over there once I'm done to grab my bag."

"Will do chica toodles."

With that I took out my ear piece and shopped; tonight was going to be fun!