The Ocean's Job

Disclaimer: I do not own Oceans 11/12, the Italian Job or any of their characters.

Thankyou heaps for reviewing Stella828, and Kuriei137 just between you and me I have a piece of paper with all the character's names and where they are next to me while I'm writing. Also if you remember when everyone got arrested I had originally accidentally posted Basher and Lyle half getting caught but I tried to fix it in the next chapter. Glad you didn't notice.

Lyle glanced up from his computer as Rob pulled a chair up next to him. "What's wrong?" Lyle asked looking back at his screen.

Rob didn't answer for a minute. "I'm still not sure of this."

Lyle stopped typing and turned towards him, "Why not?" he asked "He knows what he's doing."

"Well I know he at least acts that way," Rob started "but there's a reason he didn't come in the first place…"

"He wasn't up to it." Lyle answered like it was something he had said hundreds of times before.

"And John never called him" Rob continued as if Lyle hadn't said anything.

"John didn't want to bother him,"

"What if he's not thinking straight, he's never run a job on his own before!"

"He's never run a job at all before," Rob looked at Lyle as if to say 'exactly'. Lyle just sighed, "You didn't have a problem going in with Charlie."

"Yeah and look how that that turned out," Rob scoffed, Lyle's head dropped a little and he turned back to his computer remembering everything that had happened. "I'm just not sure he completely understands what could go wrong."

"Oh, come on Rob!" Lyle answered exasperated. "No one's pretending this is perfect, but it's the best we've got. He said it himself, things can always go wrong."

"I'm just not convinced he knows how wrong,"

"You think he doesn't understand that we could end up in jail." Lyle said. It was a statement, not a question. "Didn't he a Stella live in the same house for like 8 years because John was in jail? He knows it could happen."

"Look," Rob said getting fed up, "His parents were thieves, and good ones at that, they never would have let him go to jail, there wasn't any danger there before, he could be careless." Rob paused hoping Lyle would at least consider what he was saying "He can't now, and he wants to go after the guys who killed his parents."

"Yeah, but he wasn't careless," Lyle said hoping to end the conversation. After a moments pause, and realising Rob had yet to change his mind Lyle sighed and turned back towards him, "Look," he said "I only met the guy a few days ago. I don't really know him."

"I know…" Rob started only to be cut off.

"Then why are you asking me? Talk to the guys who have known him for years and were on a job with him, they know him better then I do." Lyle pause, "It's not like it's just him, we're all here backing him, anyway between you and Basher he won't have a chance to make a mistake."

Rob didn't respond, Lyle was right of course, the plan was good. But one of the first things John ever told him was to never let emotions get involved, and whether you would ever tell it by looking at him or not. Linus's emotions were definitely involved in this.

Lyle checked his watch before starting to shut down his laptop. "If we're doing this we have to go." He said looking at Rob with a questioning look. Rob just nodded and led the way towards the van.

"Okay, I'm miched," Turk told Lyle through his ear piece. One of the two they had left after the others had been taken in as evidence, and it wasn't of high enough importance to have gotten new ones in the past two days.

"Good," Lyle answered him, "Remember your name's Tony Michaels, and you're new in from Phoenix, but it probably doesn't matter if you forget 'cause I doubt he'll ask you anyway."

As Turk got out of the car he thought he heard Linus mutter "Good luck," but when he turned back to say thanks the kid was just watching him quietly, almost calculatingly and it made Turk's skin crawl just a bit.

He had never seen Linus look like that before, and for a second Turk wondered if maybe Rob had been right, maybe Linus wasn't thinking straight. Isn't that what Reuben had said in Rome just after he found out Bobby and Annie were dead? That Linus was 'hardly on earth and couldn't think straight'? Of course every time Linus was asked about it he argued he was fine. And considering it would have taken a lot of thought, and contacts (some of which Turk was honestly surprised someone as innocent as Linus even had) to put this con together, it would suggest the kid was in the right set of mind. Then again there had to be at least a small part of Linus that was doing this just for revenge, but Turk hoped that part was small enough to know to pull out if anything went wrong.

Linus was still watching Turk. His face was blank now, the calculating look gone, but Turk found it didn't help much. He didn't look confused or questioning like he had the whole time they were in Vegas, but he also didn't look as innocent as he usually did and even that small change on the kid's face was enough to keep Turk's skin crawling for just moment.

Eventually without saying anything Turk just nodded and started up the path realising two things: Firstly, he couldn't worry about what Linus was thinking, because the only thing he had any control over now was how well he played his part. And secondly, that even though he had always somehow seemed really kind and innocent (even though he was a thief), Linus Caldwell would not be a nice person when pissed off.

Steve got out of his helicopter ignoring the drivers warning to wait for the propellers to stop, what the hell did that fool know? Looking at his watch Steve was extremely unimpressed. They had arrived over 10 minutes late but the guy TNT was sending had yet to show up, Steve was pretty sure his name was Fielding. Out of the corner of his eye Steve saw the helicopter driver (what was his name, John? or Mike?) stiffen up. His eyes locked on something in Steve's blind spot, before he looked away, almost trying to seem non-challante. Idiot Steve thought to himself before once again checking that the police were properly stationed to oversee the transaction.

"Mr Frazeli?" Steve turned to look at who had called that. A young man was walking towards him, "I'm Carlford Fielding." He finished holding out a hand for Steve to shake. The guy was young, average height, darkish hair, but there was something in his eyes Steve couldn't quite place. Instead he just put on a tight smile and shook he guys hand.

"You sounded older on the phone," Steve said conversationally, 'have to make sure it's the right guy' he thought to himself, John was in jail, but he didn't want to be too careful.

"Doesn't everyone?" Fielding asked smiling, "it's either that or tired."

Steve didn't smile back, but nodded. Checking his watch again he asked the younger man "How long will this take?"

"Not long," Fielding promised "They'll just move your merchandise to the plane, I'll give your final flight plans to the driver and you'll be off." Nodding towards the now open armoured van showing the safe inside he added, "Would you like to open your safe so we can move along?"

Steve just turned a glare on the younger man, "Why don't you just move the whole safe?"

Fielding turned to him looking slightly surprised, "You asked us to just move the merchandise sir." He said slowly as if trying to grasp the concept.

'Idiot' Steve thought holding in a groan and just sighed annoyed before turning his attention on the kid. "Look kid, I get you're new at this, and you're clearly not too bright but what I am asking is fairly simple." In a slower voice as if talking to a child he explained, "I'm not opening the safe. Get your guys to just move the whole thing to the plane. Then I'll be on my way."

Fielding nodded, standing a bit straighter as if trying to look confident. "I'll need to call my office," he told his client "This will take a bit longer."

"I'll be here." Steve answered stonily. The kid just nodded slowly before turning to walk away motioning for Steve's helicopter driver to join him and pulling a mobile out of his pocket.

Steve waited in disgruntled silence as once again his helicopter deriver appeared driving out with a forklift to take the safe towards the private plane Steve had arranged earlier. Checking that the officers were all still stationed Steve followed the safe yelling at the driver to be careful as he lowered it into the baggage compartment 'Was this whole company filled with idiots" he wondered snidely. Steve watched carefully as the forklift came back out on the plane was closed. "Mr Fielding just has to get someone at the office to change the paper work and you'll be ready to go." The driver told him.

Steve wasn't even listening to him and just waved his hand indicating for 'Mike was it?' to shut-up. Not for the first time that day Steve felt as though the driver was going to punch, so he just ignored him walking out into the sunshine once again. He gave a quick glance around looking for Rob or Lyle, hell that Caldwell guy might still even be alive. He couldn't' be too careful. Getting a burst of inspiration he walked over towards some of the officers prepared to offer them a few thousand to accompany him.

Steve was stuck there speaking with them for about 5 minutes, apparently they had to check his record or something, Steve didn't really care he had taken care of all that stuff when he came here. They were still waiting for their office to finish checking Steve's background when he saw Fielding walking towards him. This time a small apologetic smile on his face, "I'm sorry that took so long Sir," he said.

Steve just glared at him "Are you ready yet."

"Yes Sir, they're just bringing the plane out, it's ready for takeoff."

Steve brushed past Fielding and walked towards the plane, "There will be a few officers joining me for my trip."

Fielding just nodded not even bothering to look surprised "Alright Sir."

"What took so long?" Steve asked making it sound more like a demand.

"There was a slight problem with the driver and paper work," He answered smoothly, "but everything's fine now." He added quickly.

"Better be," Steve muttered waiting as the plane was driven out in front of them and the door opened.

Steve ignore Fielding's 'have a nice trip' as he walked up the steps into the plane. Helping himself to a beer and relaxing on a large comfortable couch.

Steve gave himself an enormous amount of credit of waiting there patiently for almost twenty minutes before getting up to check with the pilot for what was wrong.

He pulled to door open to the cockpit, but stopped dead when he found it empty. Feeling extremely confused He headed towards the main door to ask Fielding what the hell was going on, and where the hell the cops who were meant to be on here with him had gone.

Walking outside Steve stopped when he saw at least a dozen police cars surrounding him, officers by all of them pointing guns at him.

"Mr Frazeli" A guy with a loudspeaker said "Come down with your hands up. Do not return to your plane."

"What the hell is all this about!" Steve yelled out in frustration.

"We know everything," The officer continued "Mr Parkins. It will be easier on you if you just give yourself up."

"I haven't done anything wrong." Steve yelled back, 'Am I surrounded by idiots, they can't even run a simple background check.'

The officer turned to speak quietly to man next to him who Steve realised was Fielding, he looked scared and confused, Steve needed to chock back a laugh. After a quick conference the officer nodded and put the loudspeaker up to him mouth again. "What's in the safe Steve?" He asked

Steve had to sigh seeing where this was going, but then again he didn't even know what it was they thought he had done wrong. 'And who the hell was Mr Parkins?' "Gold" he yelled down at them "It's just blocks of gold."

"Show us" the officer ordered gesturing. Some of his men went over to get Steve and bring him around to the luggage compartment.

Rolling his eyes Steve knelt down in front of the safe quickly putting the code in and turning the handle. He was pulled to his feet by a large officer standing behind him as the guy who had been carrying the loudspeaker pulled the door open. There were 5 sport bags inside, just as Steve had left it after preparing for the transaction.

Pulling out one that was on the top the officer pulled the zip open, Steve's mouth fell open when he saw what was inside. "I didn't put that there." He said quickly not understanding how this could be happening.

The policemen ignored him as another one walked forward taking another bag out and opening it spilling the contents out, then another, and another… Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing all the bags were full of cocaine.

He shook his head refusing to believe it. How the hell had John pulled this one?

Having seen enough the officer in charge grabbed Steve pulling his arms around behind him and putting handcuffs on them. "Mr Parkins, you're under arrest, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…" Steve tuned out the rest of what the officer was saying as he was pushed towards a patrol car.

Steve saw Fielding watching him by the car standing next to that guy Mike? There was something different about him now though, standing a bit taller, no longer confused. Again Steve thought he recognised the eyes, in a last effort Steve yelled out to him "Help me you idiot! Your men saw the gold yesterday, just ask them!"

Fielding didn't move, but Mike seemed angry and actually took a threatening step forward before the younger man stopped him. The officer looked quickly between Steve and Fielding trying to catch up on what was going on. "Do you know what he's talking about Mr Fielding?" he asked.

Fielding just shook his head and said sorry to the officer. The cop pushed Steve into the back of the car accidentally hitting his car against the door frame. As the door closed he heard Mike say to Fielding sounding very much upset, "I can't believe you didn't punch him."

Steve looked up at the younger man still watching and replayed the episodes of the past week. He couldn't control it he started laughing,yeah he had seen those eyes before.

REVIEW!

I realised my chapters were getting shorter and it was bugging me, so I made this one longer.

I think only 2 more chapters to go