Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am dead broke, so don't sue me. Also, I've never written a movie fic, so this may be a little rough.
Prisons never bothered her much. Sure, they were filled with a bunch of convicts, all in there for one reason or another, but they just weren't scary as some people think they are. At least this one wasn't. It was a state prison, and her father was the warden, and he had been for at least the last thirty-two years. She had practically grown up around there.
So she was walking through the a corridor with a guard on either side, escorting her to the warden's office to wish her father a happy birthday, when she saw him. There was the occasional whistle, but she ignored most of it.
In cell #172 was a man sitting on his bed, facing the wall, and appeared to be in deep thought. He had dark hair with just a little bit of gray, and deep, dark eyes. He was dead gorgeous. It made her wonder what a man that handsome could have done to be sitting in a jail cell. As they walked by, he turned, made eye contact with her, and winked. Her cheeks turned pink, but she smiled back.
"Hey, would either one of you fellows happen to know what 172 is in here for?" she asked the guards nonchalantly.
"Parole violation, I believe, ma'am," the guard on her right answered.
She nodded. Nothing wrong with a man with a parole violation, she mused.
She slowed down a bit and let the guards get a bit ahead of her. The man in cell #172 looked at her with those deep brown eyes. "Can I help you?" he asked.
She smiled and whispered, "Quiet! What's your name?"
"Danny Ocean," he whispered back.
She nodded and winked, turned, and caught up with the guards, who barely noticed her absence.
A/n: I know, it's not that great. But there aren't a lot of other Ocean's 11 fics to compare it with, now are there? So I guess the right thing for you to do now is either review and tell me what you think, or write your own Ocean's 11 fic!