Title: The Thief

A/N: So I decided to write this after watching a bunch of crime films because I was bored. It gave me a plot that I pictured with the cast of Merlin. I know, it's pathetic. But I'm not losing anything so what the heck. Hope you like it! R&R!

-McDiggin'It

Summary: They're thieves and highly trained manipulators. But their new target is not so easy to rob. Morgana realizes that she's not as good at lying and stealing as she thought, and their target turns out to always be one step ahead of them.

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Chapter One:

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She's thief. A master manipulator. A woman. And a highly desirable one too. Her older sister had made sure she was trained in the ways of a true seductress.

Their job is risky, but easy. They go to large business functions, economic forum conferences, invitation-only events, and they scope out rich, single men who are looking for a good time. They get themselves invited to said rich men's homes, and from there, all they have to do, is disarm the alarm and CTV systems in the house. The rest, is just acting surprised and scared as the remainder of their team breaks in to the house, threatens and ties up the rich owner of the house, and steals everything of value, including the usually hidden vaults.

They liquidate everything, and split the cash amongst the group. They make an average of $25,000.00 per job, each . It's not an ideal career path, but Morgana knows no other life. She grew up with a mastermind sister who taught her everything she knows about crime.

All she knows is deception and crime.

Until she met him.

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Merlin Emrys. A billionaire born in North Ireland and now residing in London, England. He owns several large companies, has several estates around the world, but really only occupies one estate located in the heart of London- Emrys Court: Worth $47,872,318.00 in U.S currency. The estate is 8,236 square feet, has 8 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms (each with a hot tub), 2 kitchens, an indoor gym, sauna, basketball court, lap pool, outdoor pool that runs around the entire backyard, direct lift access, and the security system of a bank.

Merlin Emrys himself has a net worth of $62 billion, placing him at number 1 on the list of richest people in England, and ranking 3rd in the entire world.

He's their largest challenge ever, and they still haven't gotten a clear clue as to how to get past his front door.

He's very careful on who he lets into his home, and so far, all of their disguised scope-out teams (plumbing, air conditioning, electricity, cable, air ventilation, roofing repairing, carpentry, housekeeping, day porters, security guards, etc.) have come back empty handed. They've tried several times, but still, no luck in getting into the estate. On top of having a state-of-the-art alarm and security system, the estate has a number of security guards crawling around the place. The owner of the estate is clearly paranoid.

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"It's not going to be easy."

Morgana's eyes dart up towards the reflection of her older sister entering her room. "What is?"

"This mission... it's going to take time, patience, and some bloody good acting." Morgause says matter-of-factly.

Morgana sighs heavily and leans forward, careful about her makeup. For tonight, she has to look absolutely flawless. This whole mission is depending on her. "I know."

"Do you?" Morgause asks skeptically.

Again, Morgana's eyes flicker up the mirror to meet her sisters stare. "Do you not trust me, sister?"

"Of course I trust you. It's him I don't trust."

"And by him, you mean the man we're trying to rob?"

"Yes. He's extremely smart and powerful."

"Aren't they all?" Morgana asks sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.

"None of our past clients are like this one."

"Clients?" Morgana asks mockingly.

Morgause shrugs, "Would you rather I call them victims?"

"I'd rather we not talk about them at all."

"Why? Are you affected by them or something?"

"They're not all bad people, you know?"

"I know. But they don't need all that money."

"Neither do we." Morgana says softly, looking down at her hands. They're clean, but underneath the cleanliness of the pale soft skin of her palms and fingers, are years of dirty work and experience in crime and deception.

Morgause's expression is that of surprise. "Are you- Morgana, don't tell me you suddenly feel bad about what we're doing." Her voice is sharp and stern, leaving no room for denial.

"No... but that doesn't mean I feel good about it either."

"But that's why we steal from people who don't need it." Morgause reasons.

At that, Morgana rolls her eyes, getting up from her seat in front of her mirror and turning to look at her older sister. "You say it like we're doing them a favor. We're not exactly like Robin Hood here, Morgause."

The older girl scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Where is this coming from? Just 3 weeks ago, you were completely okay with seducing some guy into telling you the passcode to his family's vault, and now you're suddenly Miss Goody-shoes? Please."

"Three weeks ago, my face wasn't plastered all over the news for breaking into someone's house!"

"It's happened before! It'll pass, and we'll move anyway."

"Well maybe I don't want to move, Morgause! Maybe I want a real life, and a real career, and a real family!"

Morgause's nose flares in disbelief at what she's hearing. "We are your family!"

"Oh don't give me that bloody nonsense, Morgause. Just because we all work well together as criminals, doesn't make us a family! If any one of us gets caught, I'm pretty damned sure that we'll all throw each other under the bloody bus when it comes time to confess in exchange for immunity or lesser time in a cell!"

"Well that's why we're always careful! So we won't have to throw each other under the bus."

"Morgause, we can't keep doing this forever! One of these days, we will get caught!"

Morgause's appalled expression is rather surprising considering the fact that she's hardly ever able to do anything with her face past frowning, smirking, and scoffing. "And what exactly do you plan on doing after this, sister?"

Morgana sighs heavily, shaking her head. "I just don't want to keep running. I want to settle down and live a normal life. I'm tired of moving every time we complete a mission."

"It hasn't bothered you before."

"It has!" Morgana snaps angrily, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "It's been bothering me since the first time we did this, but I never said anything because I didn't know that you actually planned on doing this for the rest of your life!"

"My life?!" Morgause roars disbelievingly. "I did this for us!"

"No! You did this for yourself, Morgause!" Tears have now begun to flow freely down her pale cheeks, and she dabs quickly at them, not wanting to ruin her makeup. "Don't pretend like you we're doing me a favor by teaching me how to be a thief. I never, for one second, wanted this life. But I chose it because you're my sister and I loved you." Morgana turns slowly, collecting her purse and her apartment keys before walking towards the door. She stops, not bothering to look over her shoulder to where she knows her sister is still standing in shock at her revelation. "After this mission, I'm out." With that, Morgana shoulders her purse and leaves.

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"What took you so long?" Gwen, Morgana's best friend asks curiously as Morgana hops into the passenger seat of her car.

Morgana sighs heavily and shakes her head. "Morgause and I had a disagreement."

"On what?"

Had it been anyone else, she would've yelled at them to mind their own business. But Gwen is more like a sister to her than Morgause ever was. Yes, they're all criminals, but Gwen at least shared the same interests as her. "Morgause didn't take my 'rebellion' well."

"Our rebellion." Gwen corrects, albeit sympathetically. She finally pulls out of the parking lot and begins their drive towards the auction a few blocks away from Morgana and Morgause's apartment. "We're in this together, Morgana." Gwen continues softly, glancing over at her best friend and smiling softly. "If you go, I'm going too."

Morgana nods thankfully. "I know. I probably would've never had the courage to tell Morgause that I want out, if it weren't for you."

"Oh, flattery will get you nowhere, Morgana." Gwen laughs.

Morgana joins in, shaking her head as she takes a deep breath. Wanting to change the subject, she asks, "So what do we know for sure about this Merlin guy?"

Gwen snorts as she turns the car down a winding path. "Not much. We just know that he's highly intelligent, rich as bloody hell, and owns an estate we can't even look at without a security clearance. And no one bloody knows what he looks like, so that's another challenge."

Morgana groans as she massages her temples. They've never gone so blindly into a meeting with their 'victim'. "He's probably some huge, old, bald man with a mustache and a cane... I'm sick of those dirty old bastards." She shudders involuntarily as she remembers her last old victim. The guy definitely deserved to be robbed of his money. He was the epitome of the words, dirty, old geezer. He not only kept trying to put his hand up her skirt, he also had the audacity to call a prostitute to his house and asked her to have sex with said prostitute while he watches. Things ended badly when Morgana basically knocked him out, kicked out the prostitute, and then called the squad in to just take everything they wanted from the guys place.

"Well lets just hope this Merlin guy doesn't smell. My last victim smelled like moldy cheese." Gwen cringes and Morgana laughs as they finally pull up in the parking lot of the auditorium where the Paintings auction would take place.

"Shall we?" Morgana asks in mock cheerfulness as she checks her makeup one last time on the car rear view mirror.

"We shall." Gwen replies, hopping out the car and pulling down her light blue, knee length, v-neck dress.

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A/N: Next up, well... you'll have to wait for this update to find out. I'll try to update regularly. Thanks for reading and please review!

-McDiggin'It