The Ocean's Job

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Stella gave Rosa a warm smile as she walked into the kitchen where Rosa was doing dishes.

"Have you seen Linus?" She asked grabbing an apple out of the bowl.

Rosa shook her head, "He was here a few hours ago, but just said something about Dodger and left."

Stella jumped when she heard that "Dodger?" She asked.

Rosa nodded not understanding quite what the big deal was. "I think his friend might have called him that," noticing the younger woman's confused look she added "a man stopped by earlier, I think his name was Mr Saul."

Stella nodded remembering their conversation a few days ago. "So Linus went with him?"

Rosa shook her head, "No he left afterwards. What's wrong honey?" The older woman's mothering instincts kicked in seeing the confused and slightly worried look on Stella's face.

"Nothing," she said a little too quickly, "I'm fine."

Turning quickly she walked out of the room grabbing the cordless phone on the way. She punched in his mobile number quickly and listened to the ringing. Stella had known him long enough to know he probably wouldn't answer the phone considering he probably didn't want to speak and this was the first time he'd left the house in days.

After three tries she gave up and instead called her father, she knew she was overreacting, but she was always like that. Anyway couldn't hurt to check how he and Charlie were doing.

Nobody had spoken since they were brought in almost 2 hours ago. They were sitting around on the benches of the one large cell. They were to be sent off in two days to separate prisons around the US.

Charlie turned towards John who was sitting beside him, "Shouldn't you call…"

Charlie never managed to finish his sentence because John just waved him off muttering something about how the officers would do it.

Charlie saw Virgil shoot them a confused look, obviously having seen the exchange. Charlie didn't really care. It wasn't that John didn't care about Stella as Virgil was probably thinking, he just felt guilty. John had spent majority of Stella's life in a jail cell, he just didn't want to end up there again.

Personally Charlie doubted they would end up in jail for too long, he was confident Linus would get them out, or find someone else to do it. And if not there was always the older guy who had dropped out that Danny had spoken about.

Of course John always said that Charlie's biggest problem was his confidence. At first Charlie thought that was just his way of saying naivety, but that had changed after meeting Linus and realising that he must have been who john based his levels of naivety on.

It wasn't that he was stupid or anything. He just had a lot of faith in other people. And even what Steve had done hadn't broken him out of it, not yet anyway.

Charlie wished someone would just say something. He could see Danny and Rusty talking quietly but couldn't make out anything they were saying, probably something about Benedict.

Though he'd never admit it, he didn't really understand these guys. They had a reputation, a great one and considering how well they seemed to know John he had originally been surprised he had met them before. It was when they were discussing the job he actually worked it out. They went about things a different way to John and his own team. It was the kind of difference that people might draw between thieves and con artists.

People like Danny and Rusty liked to play their marks, watch their faces when they realised what had happened. People like himself didn't really care. Sure Charlie would have enjoyed seeing Steve's face but usually he would only meet the mark to see the location, openings and such.

Taking another glance around Charlie could see nobody else had any intention of speaking. Swallowing a sigh he leant back against the wall, 'yeah,' he thought to himself 'Linus will get us get out.'

Rob ran a hand through his hair. They had already gone through this. Stevewould be watching the gold even more then before,and no matter how much Basher argued it, there wasn't anything they could do. He'd be waiting for them.

By now he would know himself and Lyle were still alive and not in jail, and everyone knew about Ocean's eleven. No matter how little Rob thought of Steve he was pretty sure he would be able to work out that only seven of them were locked up. They had missed their chance.

Taking a deep breath he reminded himself to keep the eyes on the road and not turn around and hit someone for their stupidity.

It was Turk who broke the silence, "There's got to be something we can do," he said, he sounded about as fed up of this conversation as Rob was.

The others had been arrested 3 days ago and with only about 4 days left to pay back Benedict Rob did understand they were probably getting a bit nervous. Of course Rob had never met Benedict, but from what he had heard Benedict seemed like the kind of guy to live up to his word.

"What about a daisy dip?" Basher asked not happy to give up.

"Not enough people" Turk told him clearly not any happier with the situation than Basher.

Rob stopped the van and climbed out, trying to ignore the others who were listing possible cons which certainly wouldn't work. Pushing open the doors of the warehouse he said over his shoulder to them. "Guys, he's looking for us as it is, we'd be lucky if we got within 50 feet of him or the gold without being caught."

"Yeah," came another voice form the corner, "But this game's all about luck really, isn't it."

Everyone turned around and was surprised to see Linus there leaning against a table. They could hardly make him out, he was in the darkest corner, and as always wasn't the kind of person who would catch a person's attention the moment they walked into the room.

"So," Linus continued conversationally, "Have you been keeping an eye on him?"

Rob took a small step back unable to form words for a moment. Eventually getting over either his surprise or annoyance Rob pulled himself together. "Oh, come on Linus, not you too!" Linus turned to look at Rob, but his eyes didn't quite focus. "I've just spent 3 days trying to convince these guys that it's and awful idea. He knows us, and he'll be waiting."

Linus just shrugged "People are always waiting, the second someone gets money they sit around waiting for someone to try and take it." He moved his eyes over toward Turk and Basher. "Isn't that why no one really saw each other after Vegas, because we knew Benedict would want to take it back."

Everyone stood in silence for a moment. That was the first real insight into the world any of them had heard from him. Reuben would have been impressed.

"You never answered my question, have you been keeping an eye on him?"

Lyle nodded, "Yeah, but we haven't been able to tap into the phone lines. We know he's doing something, but we're not sure what."

"He's moving," Linus started almost before Lyle had even finished speaking. "He's boarding the gold onto a private plane in two days, the flight plan hasn't been set yet, and I'm guessing it won't be until he's in the air."

"Hold on." Basher said cutting in, "How do you know all this?"

Linus didn't answer for a moment "What difference does it make?" he asked "Do you want to do it?"

Everyone paused, Turk, Basher, Rob and Lyle gave each other a quick look. Eventually Rob gave a small sigh and raised his eyes to Linus. "Do what?"

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Authors Note: REVIEW!

I was reading through my earlier chapters and I just wanted to apologise for crappy grammar and some spelling, (also just some really lame parts). I left most of it but I realised that Reuben's part in chapter 6 made no sense so I've gone back and just fixed up some of the names, should I ever decide to write a sequel some of those characters will be important.