Disclaimer: I don't own the challenge; that belongs to Lee. Buffy and Angel and respective characters belong to Joss Whedon, and Ocean's Eleven belongs to Warner Bros.

Feedback: Please do.

Challenge: Basically, redo the basic plot of Ocean's Eleven with Buffy and Angel characters. Angel should take the place of Danny Ocean, and Connor as Linus Caldwell. The other characters are up to you.

Other Requirements:
Keep the running gag of the Rusty character always eating/drinking something.

All characters should be at the jobs they were in the movie (Frank a dealer in a casino, Basher in the middle of another heist, Rusty teaching movie stars how to play poker, Danny/Angel in jail, Livingston working freelance for the FBI, etc.)

Melluvben: Hope I don't disappoint

Jojo Momo: David Nabbit was a billionaire who was being blackmailed and hired Angel to help him (He helped Angel buy the Hyperion in return) and Parker Abrams was the first person Buffy slept with after Angel left, but he regarded it as only a bit of fun and then pretended he'd done nothing wrong.

Night Essence: Here you go; the rest of the Eleven are coming in…

Imzadi: Yeah, Wolfram & Hart were involved, but it'll take a while before we learn more details about whatthey did to her…

YelloSparkStardust: Good to hear, because I have to confess I have NO idea who Topher Grace is; I got the name from the novelization of the movie

SpikingJennsAngel: Sorry, not happening; I absolutely HATE m/m slash with a passion.

A2zmom: Glad to hear it; I contemplated just making him a criminal, but, for me, Angel must always be the good guy.

Tariq: Spike's showing up soon, but as for Xander… Well, you've got a while yet.

Melanthe Vida: Glad to hear it; hope I continue to keep you entertained.

C'est Magnifique: Yeah, Lorne would have been a good choice, but I couldn't do it; for me, if Lorne isn't the guy with green skin and red horns, he's not Lorne, so how could I write something featuring him as just a normal human?

Angel's Eleven

"So, who's in?" Wesley asked, as he and Angel sat in a restaurant a few hours later, Wesley casually eating a bacon sandwich while Angel sipped at some newly-purchased beer.

"Well, Gunn's in," Angel explained, looking over at Angel. "He got a job as a blackjack dealer here, but he's developed a bad case of bronchitis and has requested a transference to warmer climates."

"Vegas?" Wesley asked casually.

"Naturally," Angel said, nodding. He smiled slightly as he remembered Gunn's description of events, him signing the transference forms while coughing madly into his right hand…

He chuckled. Who said you can't mix business with pleasure? He thought to himself; all Gunn had to do was cough now and again, and he'd scored a free holiday in Vegas.

"Who are you getting for transportation?" Wesley asked, looking inquiringly at Angel.

"The Raiden sisters still about?" Angel asked, looking up at Wesley.

Wesley blinked in surprise.

"The… the Raiden sisters?" he asked, looking at Angel. "Are you sure about that?"

Angel looked confused for a few seconds, then sighed and his expression changed to one of sympathy.

"Look, I know you're a bit touchy about them, what with what they did to you and all…" he said, trying to avoid the issue.

"'Touchy'? Angel, they tortured me just to get information about how to infiltrate that bank!" Wesley yelled angrily back at his friend.

"Yes, I know, but… look, you know they got past that phase, right?" Angel asked, staring back at his friend. "After all the effort that I went through just to convince them to take responsibility for their actions, I'm not going to have you ruin that because you don't like them."

At an old, out-of-business racetrack somewhere down in Salt Lake City, a large truck, driven by a stunning brunette dressed in form-hugging black leather, halted behind a long white line painted on the track. Beside her car was a smaller one, almost a toy, and a similar-looking brunette with curlier hair and dressed in red leather was sitting on a seat beside the track.

The brunette in black leather was Faith Raiden, a former mob killer who was now trying to leave her past behind her. The red-clad one was her sister Gwen, whose primary specialty was cat-burglary, and had less of an official criminal record than her sister due to her stealth abilities.

But, right now, they weren't two ex-convicts; they were just two sisters, preparing for a bit of a race.

"Ready?" Faith asked, calling over to her sister.

Gwen raised the remote for the car and nodded. "Ready," she said to her sister.

Instantly, the two cars tore forward, Gwen's smaller car rapidly outmanoeuvring Faith's larger model; its small size made it far easier to turn around the larger car, and its lack of bulk to weigh it down was also a distinct help.

But even as the small truck tore up the track, the life-size model, its driver smiling wickedly, swung the steering-wheel sharply to the left, rolling over the toy car before proceeding to the finish line.

Gwen swore under her breath, jabbing her right middle finger up at her sister.

"Besides," Angel said, as Wesley took another sip of his beer, "I get the impression they're having trouble filling the hours; this job could help them do something practical with their lives."

Wesley sighed as he put the drink down, looking back at his friend.

"Well, maybe you're right," he said, nodding slightly at his friend. "Do you have any candidates for surveillance yet?"

Angel shook his head. "Why; you have a suggestion?" he asked his friend.

"Indeed," Wesley said, nodding at his old friend. "Willow."

Angel looked up in surprise at that.

"Willow?" he said, raising a startled eyebrow. "Why?"

"Oh, right; you haven't heard," Wesley said, smiling slightly at his absent-mindedness in an only partly serious manner. "Since you were sent to prison, Willow's started doing surveillance work for the F.B.I. in a freelance capacity. She's become a professional hacker, really; she can now hack into pretty much everything that has even the slightest bit of internet access."

Angel blinked. "Really?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Then a thought occurred to him. "Would she be interested?"

"In stopping Wolfram & Hart?" Wesley asked, looking back at Angel. "Angel, after what they did to you, do you really think she wouldn't be? You know as well as I do that she was also supportive of you two as a couple; I highly doubt she's forgiven them for breaking you up."

Willow sighed as she sat in the monitoring van, her fingers flying over the controls to her computers and video monitors. She seemed completely focused on the job at hand, but then she suddenly reached out one hand and grabbed the hand of one of the FBI agents as he began to reach towards a monitor control.

"D-don't touch that," she said, inwardly cursing as she spoke; she'd gotten better over the years, but her childhood stammer still came back at moments like this.

"What?" the agent asked, looking over at her.

"Do you s-see me taking the gun out of your holster and w-waving it around?" Willow asked, trying to sound at least fairly casual.

"Hey, radio shack, relax, will you?" the second said to her.

Willow sighed.

She really needed to find a better career move…

"Grease man?" Angel asked, looking up at Wesley. "If we're bringing Willow in, how about Tara?"

"Dead," Wesley said sadly. "She died two or three years ago."

"Oh," Angel said. "How?"

"A deranged gunman was trying to take out Willow after her surveillance work helped the FBI gather evidence to imprison his superiors," Wesley explained. "He attacked Willow while she and Tara were out on a date, and… well, Tara took the bullets for Willow."

Wesley sighed and took a sip of beer. "Willow spent at least six months in trauma therapy after that. She's mostly gotten over it- we never mention Tara these days- but, well, she always gets a bit angrier around the time of the 'anniversary'."

"Ah," Angel said, regretfully; he'd never had the chance to really get to know Tara, but he'd always assumed he'd be able to do it when he got out of prison. After all, she had always seemed like a nice person whenever they'd met in the past…

But now, he'd never have that opportunity.

He sighed and took a brief sip of his drink, before looking back at Wesley.

"Ideas for a replacement?" he asked the ex-watcher.

Wesley nodded. "One," he said.