A/N: I do not own anything. Anything you don't recognize is mine.

So I just wanted to say how grateful I am for all the amazing reviews. I know everyone says that it helps them write more but it's the truth for me. It is so nice seeing a review because people actually take the time to read my story and it's enjoyable for them! So thank you for that.

I tried including some more original scene work into this one. A lot of them come later but I try incorporating them into earlier scenes while trying to keep the integrity of the movie. Your going to see another side of Olivia and Danny in this one as well as more into the Twins relationship with each other. I included a reference to a Jesse Eiesnberg film if anyone can find it!

Disclaimer: I did a lot of the writing on my phone so I apologize for any miss spelling or grammatical errors. My phones autocorrect is weird.

The next morning, Agent Dylan Rhodes was outside on of Las Vegas's many casinos when his phone beeped. Curious as to why the agency was calling at this early in the morning, especially since they know he's out cracking a case.

"Dylan Rhodes." He addressed the line. He furrowed his eyebrows and held the phone closer to his ear. "Wait I'm sorry...did you just say magicians?" He asked one of his fellow co workers.

Across town, the FBI agents were surrounding the Aria hotel, ready to arrest the Horsemen. The leader of this group, Agent Fuller led the group inside the hotel.

"Yes Dylan. Magicians" He confirmed.

"Where are you?" Dylan asked after he overcame his shock.

"I'm at the Aria. I'm grabbing them now." Fuller hung up the phone and ordered the agents to enter the hotel where they quickly stormed into the Horsemen's apartment.

The FBI was prepared for the Horsemen to act out and resist arrest. They expected them to be performing some weird voodoo ritual in front of them but to anyone who had no idea who the four were, they could not have looked more normal.

Merritt was laying down on the couch reading "Strange Places", Jack was playing with the deck of cards in his hands and Danny had been shifting a coin betwe

en his knuckles when the FBI barged into the threshold. The three boys all looked relax as they lazily put their hands up in surrender.

"FBI! Hands here I can see them."

The FBI shifted their focus to Olivia, who was handing off the brass railing on the staircase. She gave them a pleasant smile, even with guns pointed at her.

"Do one of you guys mind giving us a hand with our bags?" She asked, putting her hands in the air as well. Fuller groaned but sent a couple of the agents to bring down all of the Horsemen's bags while the rest began putting them in handcuffs.

The paraded them outside where dozen of fans applauded them as they walked to the FBI's car. People were congratulating them on a job well done and much to the chagrin of Fuller and the rest of the crew, the Horsemen accepted the adoration.

"Boss, please tell me this is a joke. I just got Willie Mears to finger Paulie Attanasio. I'm a month, two tops away from blowing this whole thing open." Dylan practically screamed at his boss. "Get Turkelson." He pleaded.

"He's in Atlantic City." Rhodes looked over at a man sitting at a desk and pointed at him.

"What about Cowan? Look at him, he's just sitting there on his ass." He cried out. Cowan looked over at Rhodes, unamused by his tantrum.

"Hilarious Rhodes." He's voice was deadpanned.

"I love you." Rhodes mocked.

The entered a smaller room off the main room that overlooked the city. A young woman in a crisp, blue suit stood on the other side of the room, admiring the view.

"This crap just pulled three million Euro out of a Parisian bank." Fuller thrust an envelope filled with all the information of the case. Rhodes looked at him with wide eyes.

"That's how much they got?" Before Fuller could respond, the young blonde women turned around.

"Actually, 3.2." Her french accent rang through the quiet room. Rhodes looked to Fuller to explain who this young women was and why she knew about the case. The young women caught Rhodes' confused expression and walked towards him, hand out.

"Alma Dray from Interpol." She shook his hand and then Fullers. Rhodes scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You gotta be kidding me." He rubbed his face with his hand, hoping this was all a vision of his imagination. "It's bad enough they got me chasing down David Copperfield and friends and now I'm being saddled with, no offense, with Interpol?"

Alma chuckled at Dylan's anger. "I look forward to working with you too, Agent Rhodes." She mocked him. He groaned once again.

After much arguing they had agreed on working together. They first had talked to the French man that was part of the Horsemen's trick but ultimately found him useless when they had found out he was hypnotized during the act. He believed wholeheartedly that he had gone to Paris and they had robbed the bank. They soon came into the interrogation room, where each Horsemen was isolated in a room, handcuffed to a desk. As they began passing by each, Alma noticed the Horsemen were extremely relaxed. Jack was leaning back with his feet on the table, napping, Merritt was talking to Fuller, Danny was fiddling with a deck of cards and Olivia had been spinning a chair. An Agent came towards them with a file with each of the Horsemen on it.

"Alright what do you got for me." Dylan asked taking each of the files and scanning through them.

"Honestly not a lot." The agent admitted.

"Well what can you tell me about each,"

"Well Merritt Mckinney used to be a famous hypnotist, he had a couple of world tours and TV specials but lost it when his brother/manager disappeared with all his money, he then started working on the streets. J. Daniel Atlas had been working the street Magican for a couple of years. He did it in college and dropped out shortly after. He's a bit of a control freak."

Dylan's the passed by the twins, each in their own rooms side by side. "And what about them?" He pointed between the two of them. "Oh, uh...twins. Fraternal obviously. Jack is technically the older one by about two minutes. They've been doing street magic since their parents died when they turned 18 and maxed out of the system. They used sleight of hand to basically steal money. Olivia did the acrobats to distract people while Jack set up the real trick."

"That's it?" Dylan asked.

"Oh well when they were about 20, Jack got into some trouble during a routine truck of follow the lady. Spent a couple of weeks in jail."

Dylan thanks the agent and watched him scurry away before handing the files over to Alma, who flipped through them. "So which one do you want to talk to first?" He asked. Alma looked through the files before looking up at Olivia, still spinning the chair with her foot. "Her." She jutted her head to Olivia's cell.

Alma and Dylan entered slowly and Olivia moved her eyes to them, putting on a sarcastic smirk. Alma sat down first and the Dylan. No one spoke for a couple of moments. Olivia assumed that they were trying to think of a logical question to ask her.

Olivia pulled out a card from her sleeve pocket and held it up to the two agents.

"Is this your card?" She asked mockingly. It was the Queen of Hearts.

Both agents were extremely puzzled at her sudden card trick and looked at each other in curiousity. Where was she going with this.

"See I knew you weren't a queen of hearts, and I respect that." She said, placing the card in front of Alma. "That trick usually works better when I'm not strapped in here but I understand protocol."

Dylan cut to the chase."So you want to tell us how you were able to get the playing card from the French guy into the vault."

Olivia looked at him with a smirk. "Oh yes that would be...what do the kids call it these days?" She paused for a beat. "Oh yes, that's right. Magic."

"Just answer the question, okay, smart ass." Dylan barked at her, his patience growing thin. Olivia leaned back in her chair.

"Alright, sorry, sorry, sorry." She apologized and leaned forward towards them. "As far as I understand it, when the man from Paris out on the magical helmet-"

"Listen to me. If you didn't rob that bank, then you knew about it. Which makes you an accomplice. So if you wanna walk out of here today. I'd suggest you start talking." Dylan threatened the young girl. Alma looked shocked at how quickly Dylan's temper changed but Olivia was unfazed by Dylan's threats.

"Unless you think there's a D.A. in the state of Nevada who'd be willing to make sense of this to a jury then be my guest. If it means you would actually go to a jury but you won't because if you did then that means you, the FBI and your French friend here actually believe in magic." She explained and then leaned back in her chai. "The press would have a field day, and we'd be even more famous than we already are and you guys would look like idiots even more than you are." She sounded just like Danny when she spoke to the two agents and mentally patted herself on the back. The year of their time together taught her something.

Before Dylan could retort with another threat to her, Alma stuck out her hand, silencing him. Taken back by her brash movement, he stood up and paced behind he chairs. Olivia looked pleased at the agent's fidgety nature.

"Look." Alma pulled Olivia's attention to her. "We just want to try and help you. Your what, nineteen?Twenty?"

"I'm twenty one."

"Your young. You have so much left to explore and experience. I'd hate to see a young girl like you end up behind bars, rotting away for twenty years." Alma tried reasoning with the girl. It proved useless.

"If you're trying to play the pity card on me, you better find a new card in the deck." She quipped. Dylan turned around.

"Okay what about your brother, Jack right?" On instinct, Olivia's fist curled inward, her nails digging into her flesh and leaving marks. "You know, Jack technically has a criminal record. So while you might get a nice slap on the wrist, it may be a lot harder for Jack then you." Olivia eyed him.

"So you can either tell us how you guys managed to rob a bank in Paris or you can watch your brother behind bars for thirty years. Your choice."

Olivia leaned forward, resting her hands politely on the steel table in front of them. "Like I said, go to a D.A. and it shows that the FBI actually believe in magic."

Dylan, whose patience had run out, stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Alma sighed, thanked Olivia for her time and followed Agent Rhodes.

After a couple of hours, The Head of the FBI department ordered the release of the Horsemen when he realized they would be getting no substantial evidence and Tressler had wired bail money for all of them. The four horsemen sauntered out of the FBI headquarters like they had come out of the pub after a couple of hours of hanging with friends. They laughed at the agents attempt to pry information out of them. Two expensive cars were parked in front, awaiting their arrival. Merritt and Jack had taken the sleek black sport car, Merritt of course said that he has to drive while Danny and Olivia made their way to the clean, bright white car in front of them.

On the way to the airport, Danny had noticed the off nature of Olivia. She was quiet, somber and distant. She leaned her head on the glass window and gazed outside, watching the many cars fly past them.

"Hey." He said, pulling her attention away from the traffic in front of them. "What, what's wrong."

"Nothing." She said, turning her gaze back out the window.

"Obviously it's not nothing." He pointed out. "And it's not like we don't have the time." He gestured to the long line of traffic to enter the airport.

Olivia sighed and sat up in the car seat. "During interrogations, they started talking about arresting us and putting us in front of a jury-"

"But they won't because it would ruin the FBI reputation and the press would have a field day." Danny interrupted.

"It was not just that Danny." She argued. "They threatened to throw Jack in jail." Danny remained silent.

"They said that when they arrest us and we go before a jury they might give him a longer sentence because of his previous criminal record."

Danny scoffed, refuting Olivia's notion that they would be getting arrest. "That's not going to happen. They won't arrest us and besides, they planned out everything. We do our job and nothing happens to us."

"But Danny what if-"

"What if's don't happen. We have a plan, we execute it and we become famous. Simple as that. Their just trying to get into our heads. If you believe those silly threats then of course we'll end up in jail."

Olivia stared at Danny for a second. "So your saying that because I'm worried about my brother going to jail, that's what's going to make it happen?"

Danny looked at her and then the road ahead. "I'm just….I'm just saying that worrying about little things like that derail you from the task at hand."

"So I'm not aloud to be concerned for my brother's safety." Olivia asked.

"No I'm just saying that it shouldn't be your top priority to make sure your brother safe. It should be to execute this plan."

Olivia scoffed and leaned back in her chair. She didn't want to speak anymore about this because she knew that arguing with Danny was pointless and exhausting. It's like arguing with a stair master.

Danny kept his hands on the wheel and eyes in front of him. Olivia glared out the window. They didn't speak for the rest of the car ride.