A/N – Thanks for all the great reviews from everyone. I'm sorry this is taking so long, but I really want this to be good.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone associated with Ocean's 11 or 12. All the characters (except Sam) belong to Warner Bros.

Finding Someone New

Sam stood there admiring a painting at a gala. She looked like she fit in with the wealthy people around her. She wore a golden yellow dress. It didn't show much skin and suited her perfectly. She had good taste for someone as young as her and went for the classic look. Her golden brown hair was pulled back in a sleek pony-tail.

Every so often people came up to her and made small talk with her. She found it amazing how oblivious people were.

She didn't belong here, she was a thief.

Galas were the best way to learn everything you might need to know. No noisy tourists and minimal security.

Just as she was admiring her next target, someone walked up beside her.

Here we go again, she thought to herself, prepared for yet another stimulating conversation on the weather, the art and how nice it was to have so much money, not that she would know. She stole for the fun, not for the money. However, nothing could have prepared her for this.

"It's a nice painting, isn't it?" he said, looking at the painting.

"She looked over at him and replied, "Yeah," and looking back at the painting, "Yeah, it is."

"I've seen your work."

She looked back at him calmly and asked, "What do you think?"

"It's good," replied the stranger, not taking his eyes off the painting.

"Thank you," said Sam, returning her eyes to the painting once again.

"I have a proposition for you."

Oh, really?" said Sam, clearly intrigued. No one had ever approached her in the open before. He was either a pro, or completely stupid. She was willing to bet he was a pro.

The stranger leaned in a little closer and whispered in her ear, "Meet me at the Café Dumont tomorrow at 11:00am sharp."

Before she had time to reply he was gone as quickly as he had come. She was definitely curious about what he had to say.

When Sam arrived at the Café Dumont, the man from the day before was already sitting there, eating.

Gosh, he's good-looking, she thought. He sat there with his sandy blonde hair, in a nice, obviously expensive suit with expensive sunglasses on. It was obvious he didn't take much time to look as good as he did and that he was born with it. His calm collected and cool attitude just helped his look along more.

She walked up to him, stuck out her hand and simply said, "Sam."

"I know, I found you remember," he said, not acknowledging her hand.

She sat down slightly embarrassed and a little flustered. "So what is this about…?" she asked, searching for a name.

"Rusty. I can't tell you exactly. There's a job and we need you help."

"Just how bad?" she asked, leaning forward, clearly over the embarrassment.

Rusty smiled, playing along, "Real bad."

"In that case," replied Sam, sitting back.

"I have a plane ticket for you, but I can't give it to you."

"And why not?"

"I'm being watched by some people that can't know you're involved. At least not right now. So here's what you're going to do…" explains Rusty.

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Sam stood up and said just loud enough for Benedict's men to hear, "It's been great to see you again, Rusty. I missed you so much."

"It has been nice," replied Rusty, giving her a hug. Benedict's men didn't notice the he slipped a plane ticket into Sam's coat pocket.

Sam kissed him on the cheek and said, "I'll see you again soon."

"Real soon," he said playfully.

With that, Sam walked away.