Author's note: Okay, after hitting on every single Ocean's 12 fic I can find, here is one of my own. I don't mind flames (please, help yourself). This is my very first foray into the world of heists and of Ocean's 11/ 12 so if I get any facts mixed up, please tell me so that I can correct it. I don't own any member of Ocean's 12, but I do own Andie Ocean, Gallagher, Orson, Stanson, Jimsky and any other character that you have not seen in the omovie before. And, oh, one last thing: errors are unavoidable because I have not watched both movies!

Chapter 1

Lying on the belly was not an uncomfortable position, so when her cellphone vibrated painfully at her thigh, Andie's patience was done being patient.

She rolled onto her side, bit her lip to refrain from shouting 'ouch!' when her head hit the cold, concrete wall beside her, and gingerly plucked the irritating and slim gadget from her trouser pocket.

"Hello?" she said gruffly, turning the laptop resting on the floor to her. She kept a close eyes on the blinking red and green dots on the screen as they moved about.

"Andie! I didn't know Athens is a place with very little phone coverage," a wry female voice said.

Mom.

Andie sighed and shifted to adjust her uncomfortable. It couldn't get any better than this. She didn't know which was worse: getting stuck on a small concrete platform in an elevator shaft not knowing when the elevator would get fixed and take her life in the middle of the riskiest heist she had ever pulled off with her small team of bandits, whom she was not going to see ever again after this ripoff; or having her insufferable wanna-know-what-my-daughter-is-doing-right-now mom walking in on her doing the ultimate crime.

"Thanks for caring, Mom. Gotta go!" Andie removed the phone from her ears and was about to flip it close when her mother's angry voice yelled at her: "You're getting more and more like your father, Andromeda Theresa Danielle Ocean! First you run out on your very own birthday celebration, then you start taking 'vacations' to locations where it is so hard to catch hold of you, and now our conversations don't last more than a sentence!"

Andie shut her eyes in exasperation and could picture her mother standing by the phone, her arms folded and her pretty face as red as a raging bull's. That was just Mom.

"Look, Mom, I – I'm really occupied right now. It's not that I don't want to talk to you on purpose, but - "

"Ocean! The elevator! Get the hell out of there!" Her earpiece buzzed painfully in her ear. Andie looked up and saw the no-longer stagnant elevator moving downwards towards her. She shrieked and gathered her equipment, ignoring her mother's furious and confused yells and kicked open the black emergency door at the wall. She dashed through it just as the elevator whooshed dangerously past her.

The plan was not going well.

She shut her cellphone,cutting their conversation,and spoke into her headpiece. "Gallagher! Should we abort?"

"No," a cold voice replied "Get another grotto. We're almost done."

"Are Stanson and Jimsky out yet?"

"No."

"I'll meet you in the van."

"What about the controls? How are we ever going to get through security?"

"You'll be fine. I cleared everything.Don't you worry, Gallagher-boy."

A snicker, then their connection was off.

Andie snickered as well. She pulled her long, red hair into a ponytail and crept through the secret passages she had studied in the building plan. She walked slowly; making sure that no noise was made. She held the laptop in front of her the whole time to ensure the gang a safe route through the Centrale Bank of Paris, whose bank vaults they were quietly emptying into a delivery van waiting several blocks away. Orson, the getaway guy, dressed as a lazy courier man, was sitting in the van that very moment, enjoying a box of Dunkin Donuts while keeping an eye on the traffic.

She crept out through the back door, leapt over the brick wall and hurried towards the delivery van. After some furious knocks, Orson admitted her in and asked if everything was all right. "Everything's just great," Andie replied irritably, "My mom found out that I'm not in Athens, and I narrowly escaped the elevator, aka Death himself."

Orson cringed, and then the van door slid open and several bags landed in the storage area. They looked behind. It was Gallagher in his courier uniform, emerging from the Parisian sewage. He stank.

"Hi fellas." He jumped into the van and shut the door. "Stanson and Jimsky will meet us in the warehouse in about a few. Now let's get outta here pronto."

Orson obeyed.

"So, Ocean," Gallagher said as he pulled his cap off and ran a hand through his thinning brown hair, "who were you talking to in the shaft?"

Andie gritted her teeth and shut her laptop. "No one."

"Oh, I know who!" Orson offered. "Her mom!"

Gallagher burst out laughing and slapped her shoulder.

Andie kept silent.

"Oh my gosh, it is your mom," Gallagher stared at her in disbelief.

"So?" she snapped back at him.

Her cellphone rang again. "Go on, honey, go answer your mommy!" Orson laughed at her, "and tell her you're looking at the statue of some Greek god. That should crack her up."

Andie laughed gruffly and answered the phone. "Yeah, Mom?"

"Andie," this time it was a husky male voice. "It's me."

Andie groaned and rolled her eyes. This is just great! Just great!

"Andie?"

"Hey Ocean, what did I tell you about the Greek god statue? It works like a charm, honey, anytime, anywhere!" Orson cracked up over his own joke. Gallagher looked at her with a big, expectant grin on his face.

This is not happening.

"What is it, Dad?"