Author's note: Thanks to af881 and darkdestiney for the reviews! Especially to af881 for revising my chapter, so many thanks! To darkdestiney, I don't think so about the offspring: just Danny and Tess.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone save Andie Ocean.

Chapter 2

The hard bump of the plane awoke Rusty Ryan from his deep sleep. "What the –,"

"Please ensure that no personal belongings are left behind. Kopenhagh Airlines will not be responsible for any loss whatsoever. We hope that you have enjoyed the flight and we look forward to seeing you again. Have a nice day." The announcement bounced off the walls of his ears and brought the impending sense of a headache. He stretched in his seat like a cat and yawned loud and wide. He took a moment to gather his bearings and dragged his suitcase from the compartment above him. The sleepy look on his face as he emerged from the gates earned him a few inviting looks from some ladies.

He smiled at them.

Rusty got himself some black coffee in Styrofoam and sipped it slowly on his way to the Rejdna Hotel, where he was supposed to meet up with the gang.

Rusty looked out the window of his taxi and watched the hectic streets of Copenhagen pass him by. He made a mental note to reprimand Danny for his bad taste in hotels. It was taking him forever to get to Rejdna.

His cellphone rang, and he shut his eyes. He knew it was Isabel, knew that his beloved was very keen on knowing if he was free for dinner tonight. Dinner with Isabel was something he could never say no to, but he was not in Amsterdam, he was miles away in Copenhagen…miles away from her.

There was no way he could let her know what he and his "friends" were up to this time.

Nevertheless he plucked it out of the pocket of his black coat and answered it.

"Rusty, where the hell are you?"

Danny.

Rusty couldn't hold back a massive sigh of release. "What's the matter, Rusty? Gave you the scare of your life? I know you're afraid of that Europol agent girlfriend of yours," Danny said, with a hint of restrained laughter in it.

Rusty grinned. "Heck, I'm no different from you, old boy. Does Tess know you're here? Oh boy, you're souped."

He heard a gruff laugh from the other side. "I'll see you later, Rust."

Rusty pocketed his cellphone and felt considerably cheered.

Meanwhile Linus Caldwell had just arrived in the Copenhagen Airport and he was not having a good day.

"What do you mean you lost my baggage?" he yelled at the receptionist.

"We're – we're very sorry, sir. We are trying our best to locate it. Please be – be patient, sir," the sandy-haired receptionist stammered. Linus told himself to cool down, and took a deep breath. After a while, he smiled tightly at the receptionist and said, "Sorry for yelling. It's just that - "

"Oh, it's no problem, sir. We get a lot of angry passengers," she said and gave him a weak smile. Linus cocked an eyebrow.

"Hey Lino!"

Linus turned and saw Basher Tarr, the group explosives expert, walking towards him, one hand in the air. He grinned. "Hey Bashy!"

"Lino, what you doing here? Don't tell me Danny got you in too! I thought he called for an 'exclusive' members-only get-together?" Basher showed off his pearly whites without hesitation. "Check out these babies!"

Linus grinned. Same old Basher. "Well if it's exclusive, you can count on me to be there. Look, I lost my baggage - "

Basher clapped him in the back and laughed. "Okay, whaddaya know I gotta go see my Danny baby before he gets mad at me! See ya Lino!" He blew a kiss. "Love ya, love ya!"

Linus went after him. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Wait for me, won't you?"

Basher waved and disappeared through the airport sliding doors.

Linus stared after him with an open jaw.

"Mr. Caldwell?" A porter came up to him with a trolley full of suitcases. "We found your baggage."

Andie woke up from her nap at the sound of ringing phone. Her eyes still shut, she rolled over to her left and grabbed the receiver.

"'Lo?"

"Miss Ocean, this is your four-o'clock wake-up call."

Andie's eyes flew open and averted to the digital watch on her wrist. Right on time. "Okay, thanks," she slammed the phone down and jumped out of bed. She opened the curtains to allow the afternoon light stream in and headed for the shower.

What was she doing here in Copenhagen? She hadn't seen her father in, say, around a year. The last time was a dinner at the house, which she had to ditch halfway because Gallagher-boy got caught stealing a bike, and she had to bail him out.

"It would be an awkward meeting," she thought as she lost herself in the cool torrent of water.

The shower took five minutes, and Andie was careful not to get her hair wet. She put on a white polo shirt and a pair of faded jeans. Then she pulled her hair into a ponytail and grabbed her coat and bag of gizmo, and left.

In the elevator, she thought of the opening words she would say to her father. "Hi, dad! Wow, it's been a while!" She laughed aloud, enjoying her solitude in the elevator.

Danny Ocean looked at his watch impatiently. He crossed his legs and sank deeper into one of the plush leather cushions that littered the lobby of Rejdna Hotel. The old lady sitting opposite him watched him with her small, beady black eyes. He gave her a gracious smile. She grunted, muttered a string of incomprehensible words and looked away. Danny stifled a laugh.

A man with closely cropped hair passed through the main entrance, carrying a metallic suitcase. Danny's gaze rested on the man, who looked around, locked eyes with him, and, with a big smile both of them could not suppress, the new presence walked towards where Danny sat.

Danny finally gave in to a laugh and embraced his old friend. "Rusty!"

Rusty Ryan returned his comrade's affection. "Old Danny boy!"

"Danny boy!"

Danny released Rusty and looked to find good old Basher Tarr jogging towards them. "Bashy!" They hugged each other.

"I swear, were you guys any later, I would have you both crucified," Danny could not resist the joke. "Try me," both Rusty and Basher said simultaneously.

Then the safecracker, the 'private contractor' appeared, with his arms wide open. Danny grinned. "Frankie Cotton!"

Frank Catton's eyes bulged. "Hey, who're you calling 'Cotton', O'Sean?" They embraced. "Good to see you, Catton," Danny shook his hand. Now it was Frank's turn to grin wide. "That's more like it, Ocean."

"So, is everybody here?" Rusty asked, searching the faces. "Old Lino got stuck at the airport," Basher replied, smiling mischievously. Danny's eyebrows rose. "Courtesy of?"

"Rogue baggage, and a little help from careless staff," came a familiar voice. The group turned. Linus Caldwell grinned at them; a backpack slung over one shoulder, the other hand dragging a suitcase. The men took turns clapping the pickpocket's back. Basher said disbelievingly, "How did you get outta there so fast?"

Linus opened his mouth to retort but Danny intervened, "Glad you could make it out of the mess." Linus pursed his mouth and didn't look too happy, but he let it pass.

The Malloy brothers, Turk and Virgil, appeared next, followed by Reuben Tishkoff, who, for once, was late. "I couldn't help it," he shrugged.

"Yeah right you couldn't. Saw you flirting at a café at the airport," Virgil replied, with a smirk on his face, which made him look comical with his moustache.

Reuben's face grew red. "Flirting with who?" he retorted.

"Some good-looking cakes," Turk grinned smugly. The men laughed and Reuben smiled good-naturedly, "I couldn't help it."

"Yo, yo yo, my men!" It was Yen and Livingston Dell. Close behind them was Saul Bloom.

Danny grinned and watched his gang, his Eleven, chat and embrace each other. The group was complete. He looked at his watch and glanced around. Rusty caught his searching gaze. "Who're you expecting? We're all here."

"And in time for tea too!" Frank commented. "Hey Danny, treat us to tea. We paid for our flights, now you pay for our meals, all right?" Virgil stuffed his fists into his leather jacket and looked at Danny expectantly. "Man, I'm starving," Basher added.

"And I ain't eaten nothin' since breakfast," Yen chirped in, joining in the prospect of a free meal.

"Spare me won't you?" Danny emptied his coat pockets and shrugged. "I'm broke."

"Yeah, that's why you called us in, right? Don't worry, Danny, we're broke too. Thanks to good old Benedict," Linus said wryly.

The group sobered for a while, remembering their payoff to the Vegas casino owner. The same line rang in their minds: 'I want the money back – with interest – or else.'

The elevator doors opened and a familiar figure emerged. Danny looked up, broke into a wide grin and waved. The figure saw him, gave him a relieved smile, and strode casually towards them. The Rat Pack turned in the direction Danny was looking.

Their breath caught in their throats as all eyes rested on the very image of Tess Ocean herself, only . . . Tess Ocean would not be caught in a white polo shirt, faded jeans and black heels. And her hair was too red to be Tess's.

Rusty raised his eyebrows at Danny, who winked back.

The gang leader hugged the young woman, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He turned to face the surprised men.

"Guys, I want you to meet my daughter, Andie."