The Ocean's Job

Disclaimer: I do not own Oceans 11 or 12 or the Italian Job or any characters or plot lines relating to them.

Rob held the binoculars up to his eyes as he watched the house. The guy had $100 million and he was certainly making sure everyone knew it, but Rob somehow wasn't as amazed by the size as he should have been. He figured staying in the Caldwell's, as he had been for a few days before heading to LA, would do that.

This was there 2nd day in LA and it was Rob's turn for surveillance. Since arriving they had yet to catch a look at Steve, he had been in and out in ROB'S car, but the windows were all tinted. Leaning back in his seat Rob lowered the binoculars understanding why the Malloy's had been complaining about being bored after returning from their turn at surveillance yesterday.

One of the curtains opened and Rob sat up with interest pulling the binoculars up, he could see the back of Steve's head over the top of the couch as he flicked through channels on the giant TV which had been delivered only yesterday. Rob raised an eyebrow as Steve stopped flicking on Jerry Springer, he couldn't read the words on screen, but Rob figured it was probably about some guy sleeping with his girlfriend's mother, if the ages of the people on screen were anything to go by.

Already feeling pored with the show Rob leant back, and wondered how he got stuck doing surveillance on his own. Usually he'd go with Left-ear, but he was off doing god knows what with bombs and Basher. It was funny the way they had just hit it off.

Taking a drink of his coffee, Rob raised his binoculars and continued to watch Steve.

"Thanks… yeah… they went to LA… no, I'm not going I'm sure they'd be happy to see you though… suit yourself... okay, bye Saul."

Stella walked into the room, as Linus hung up the phone, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Saul," he told her not needing to hear the question, "He's part of 'the team'"

"Why isn't he in L.A?"

"He's old, said something about wanting the last check he writes to bounce." Linus told her. Stella nodded still not really understanding.

"Anyway," she said changing the subject. "What are we doing now?"

"Well," Linus started taking a sip of coffee, "I was going to go back home and hope for the best. Why?"

Stella shook her head, "I meant what are you gonna do with this place? Are you moving back in?"

Linus paused looking around himself, at the familiar walls of the sitting room, he hadn't even thought about that. Shrugging he turned back to his old friend "I don't know, didn't even think about it. It's a family house." The last part was said in a low voice, as though he was reasoning more with himself then with her.

Stella nodded in agreement, "That it is," she said "but even if you don't move back here, you've got to move out of that tiny apartment."

"I like my apartment" Linus argued weekly, feeling somewhat offended by the comment.

"Oh come on Len," Stella rolled her eyes at him, "you only bought it 'cause you thought that you acted like some spoil rich kid." Seeing he was about to argue she continued, "Which you did," she said too keep him quiet "but you don't anymore. Those guys totally didn't know you were rich. I mean did you see their faces."

Linus paused and looked back trying to remember the moment just a few days ago, before shaking his head and shrugging, "No, I don't think I was really with it then."

"Well I can't say I'm surprised, you only had one cup of coffee that morning."

"Yeah"

Stella paused, before noticing the mug in his hand. "How may have you had this morning?"

"I'm not sure." He told her, "enough to keep me going for a few hours."

"You know what else would keep you going for a few hours?" Stella asked fake excitement evident in her voice, "Sleep!"

Linus didn't answer, really not wanting to get into that again. He knew Stella cared but this was beginning to annoy him a little, but if he said that out loud she'd just tell him he was grumpy from lack of sleep. At least she's moved on from food, he thought wistfully.

Deciding to change the subject Linus spoke up, "Maybe I will,"

"Sleep?" Stella was honestly shocked by that, she really hadn't thought it would be that easy.

"No." he said, and she deflated a little, "move back in."

"You should," Stella told him, "It should be lived in."

He nodded quietly and they both stood quietly for a moment, "what about you?" Linus asked her suddenly.

"What about me?" Stella repeated.

"Where are you and Charlie going to live after the wedding?" he asked "have you told your dad yet?" he added as an extra thought.

"No we haven't told him," she informed him quietly, "but we're going too, and I don't know where we're going to live." She said, before shrugging and adding, "maybe his place."

Linus's face expression seemed to almost change then, into slight shock. It was gone as quickly as it came, but Stella was happy to know it had been there. "You're leaving Chicago?" he asked.

Stella just shrugged lightly, "well no, not yet anyway. I'll give you plenty of notice." She assured him.

Linus nodded slowly, before another though occurred to him. "Do you think we should pack up sone of their stuff?"

Stella paused, thinking the question over, she wasn't exactly an expert on post-funeral conduct, after a moment she shrugged "We could probably do it later, it's not like you completely need their rooms or anything, plus doesn't a lot of the stuff around here come from your great-grandparents?"

Linus nodded in confirmation of her question. "Well we have to do something." He muttered. It was easy if there were distractions, while they had to plan the funeral he had something else to think about, now he was really running out of options and just wanted something to keep himself amused. "What to see what's on TV."

Stella nodded, only slightly surprised by the sudden change in conversation, she knew him too well to not know what had been going through his head.

Turning they headed into the TV room.

"Mr Frazelli I assure you, the Carson's security system is top of the line. You won't need to worry about any of that." Danny, or Mr Silverton, assured Steve, as Rusty nodded on beside him. "If you wouldn't mind coming into the office on Thursday to finish off some paper work we can have it installed before the end of the week."

Rusty took a quick glance towards the door just in time to see Yen zip the bag back up with himself inside it.

Organising a time for Thursday Rusty picked up the bag, which was surprisingly light considering Yen was inside it. Giving Steve his best 'I'm a salesman smile' Rusty got into the car next to Danny and drove off the property to where Livingston, Charlie, and Left-ear were waiting.

"Well he seemed extremely proud of himself." Danny muttered, Rusty didn't answer. They had always been told to not let their feelings get involved in their work, but there was really no helping this. Johns team was taking it a lot more personally then their guys, but Rusty liked to be careful, he liked to know what was going to happen, and what anyone he was working would do if something went wrong. Anger could blind people though, make them unpredictable, stupid even. If it had been any other job he would have considered leaving, but they needed the money.

Rusty heard a zip opening and took a quick glance in the rear view mirror as Yen appeared from the bag. "Did you find it?" he asked. Yen answered with a quick nod, and a comment in Chinese about how the guy needed a decorator.

They drove back to the warehouse mostly in silence, only making the odd comment about LA architecture.

They pulled into the car park just after Livingston, "Did you get it?" Danny asked as he stepped out of the car.

"Yeah," Livingston answered quickly, Rusty could see the perspiration building up on his forehead. "Lyle managed to load up the blueprints, so between them we'll know what's inside."

"Good" Danny nodded and led them inside the warehouse. To where John and Charlie were looking at the computer generated blue prints over Lyle's shoulder. "Does it look like the original plan will work?"

John turned to look at them and nodded, "Yeah, a car won't fit though; we'll need a small buggy. Frank, Rob and the Malloys are looking for one now."

"Good," Danny said, surprisingly glad that there were more people then himself and Rusty here to take control. "We set up an appointment with Steve for 10:00 on Thursday, so we'll do the job then."

Charlie seemed slightly surprised at the time restraints, but he just nodded before turning back to talk to Lyle.

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