The Ocean's Job

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

Authors note: sorry I left it so long, I wasn't sure how to go about this chapter, so it's a bit of a stepping stone, kind of just finishing of the last one.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

"Excuse me?" Rusty asked Steve, with no sense of confusion on his face.

Steve smirked back at him gloatingly, "Well I figured sometime during your trip to Chicago John would have wanted to drop by and see her." Steve let out a small laugh clearly enjoying his victory, "I'm really almost insulted John thought something this simple would work on me."

He nodded to someone looking over Rusty's shoulder and two burly police guards came in and cuffed Rusty, Danny, whilst two others pulled Reuben and Frank to their feet. Before slipping cuffs on them and walking them down to where Steve was standing with Danny and Rusty.

Another officer walked over to Steve, ignoring the four men in handcuffs, "We've sent some teams out too your premises, Mr Frazelli," The guard informed him, "We'll be sure to get all their friends" he added sneering towards the handcuffed men in front of him.

Steve nodded quickly at the officer, then turned and ignoring everyone around him walked outside to his car.

The four thieves were dragged outside and thrown into the back of two police cars, while onlookers looked on and whispered to each other trying to follow the proceedings.

John looked up to see a burly police officer standing over him as three more came in through the open doorway. Biting back a curse John took his hands away from the safe and stood up slowly.

"Hands behind your head!" The first officer barked at him, "all of you." He added casting a quick look at Charlie, Virgil and Yen.

Once John, Charlie, Virgil, and Yen were all handcuffs one of the policemen started going through their rights as they were forced down the hallway and out the front door, past a team of forensic officers who were going to examen and package all the evidence.

Walking down the driveway towards the police cars John could hear two of the policemen in charge taking about the case.

"It looks like they sent their friends out to distract Mr Frazelli," The first one was saying "We found a van out the front with two guys, they had videos set up all over the house and more watching Mr Frazelli's meeting…"

John couldn't hear the rest of the sentence as he was pushed into the back of a police car. They had them.

Basher spun around and let out a breath of relief when he saw Turk standing behind him. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" he hissed.

Turk didn't answer but grabbed Basher and Lyle's arms and dragged them over to where Rob was waiting in the van.

"Seriously, what's going on?" Lyle asked, after Rob had started driving.

Turk took a quick look out the back window before answering. "We were heading back to the warehouse and we passed these two police cars, so we turned around and came back. They've got Livingston, Left-Ear, John, Charlie, Yen and Virgil."

"Shit!" Basher hissed under his breath.

"W-what do we do?" Lyle asked Turk.

Rob looked back at him through the rear-view mirror, "We do nothing," Rob said. Lyle seemed surprised and was about to argue when Rob cut him off. "We have to go back to the warehouse and see how it went for Danny, we'll work out what to do then."

Lyle just nodded slowly not sure what to say.

No one spoke as they walked back into the warehouse and waited for news about Danny and the others. After 20 minutes of waiting Lyle decided to break into the police system and found that the others had been arrested just after John and his guys were.

Saul nodded half listening as the kid told him about all the portraits lining the walls dating back what seemed like a dozen generations. Saul found it strange that he didn't know what to do, men like Saul always knew what to do and had a back up plan, needed to in his field of work. He had come here to check on the kid but he wasn't sure how to go about it.

Every time he tried to talk to the kid he'd either change the subject or just ignore him. He'd liked the kid since he first met him in Vegas he was green and unlike most kids wasn't afraid to admit it. Another thing he probably got from growing up around some of the best thieves in the world.

After their short talk in the library Saul had asked the kid to show him around which had lead to this very long discussion of long dead ancestors. Checking his watch Saul turned towards Linus, effectively stopping the kid mid sentence.

"I should get going," Saul said. Linus just nodded and started walking towards the front door. Pulling it open the kid stood back so Saul could leave.

"Have a nice night," Saul got the feeling the kid said it more out of politeness and habit then really caring.

"You too," Saul stood a few steps ahead of Linus on the veranda but Linus didn't make eye contact, his gaze wavered between the ground and the long driveway leading up to the door. After a few moments Saul began turning to leave, "Night Dodger."

Linus's eyes met his for what could have been the first time since Saul had arrived, and he had to bite back a smirk, "Think about it," Saul began walking away until a voice caught his attention again.

"Oliver Twist," When Saul turned back the kid was looking straight at him, it didn't happen much to him, but this kid was one of the few people who's eyes could almost make Saul feel like he was being read inside out. "My friend use to call me that." The kid told him.

Saul didn't get a chance to respond because the kid slipped back into the house and closed the door.

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