A/N: I like to thank Dewaysha for the inspiration behind this story. Check out her version of Ocean's Eleven featuring the characters of X-Men Evolution called Daniel's Eleven. I wish people would've taken the time to review this story, but that's okay, hopefully you'll review in the near future. Enjoy this last chapter! Keep on believing, True Believers!

Chapter 13

"Mr. Doyle, they took the van, sir," Hankel said.

"And?"

"It appears that no one was actually driving the van, sir and there was no money in the bags."

"What was in them?"

"They were flyers sir, for hookers." Doyle sighed and put his head down before he suddenly remembered something.

"Tobias, cue the tape of the robbery," he told his head of security as he cleared a space in front of the vault.

"Yes sir, I'm looking at it now," Hankel replied.

"Does it say "Bellagio" on the vault floor?"

"No, it doesn't. I don't understand."

"We had it installed Tuesday. The images we saw of the men robbing us were a tape." His voice was shaking.

"What?"

"It was staged," Doyle said, losing his patience. Someone made a duplicate of my vault. What we saw on the monitors wasn't really happening."

"I don't understand," Hankel replied in a confused voice. "Where did all that money go?"

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The SWAT team's footsteps echoed on the casino floor as they left the building and got into their truck. The leader of the team pushed her helmet up, revealing a soft, caramel face, brown hair and intense brown eyes. Gatsby adjusted her bag and wiped the sweat from her brow as she and her team left.

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FLASHBACK

As the eye in the sky, Garcia clicked on some keys and intercepted the emergency call that Tobias Hankel made while the others sat motionlessly behind her. "911 emergency response."

Gideon huffed and puffed as they all descended down the elevator shaft in a hurry.

"Night goggles on." Gatsby ordered in a professional tone. Shawn and Hotch each ready their automatic firing weapons coming up on his sides.

"Clear," Shawn told her, pulling his own goggles down, scanning the area and thus complying with "the leader's" command.

"Prepare to cut the power." Gatsby spoke into her wrist before readying her own visor and training her gun's laser sight on Spencer, Ashley and Parker, who were seated calmly on the 160 million take. Upon seeing the team, they, with the aid of Shawn and the others, began moving out the money out of the vault loading it into the SWAT bags.

"Breaching elevator doors now," she paused a moment letting the effect settle and noting that the three were now outside the vault, "we have two guards bound and unconscious-wait a minute…" Ziva taking her cue, popped a canister top and heaved it into the vault. "Guys! Guys! Someone's here!" Ashley shouted as she helped Shawn load the bags.

"Take him down now!" Shawn yelled!

"I got him!" Gatsby shot her machine gun off, shielding her eyes, as the explosive Ziva sent in earlier did its work.

END FLASHBACK.

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Gatsby and the others got into the SWAT van and Eliot safely drove them away. Doyle finally put all the pieces together and quickly exited the vault like a man on a mission. He stopped abruptly outside of the interrogation room. "Open it," he said to the twins. The inside revealed Hurley delivering a painful punch to Spencer's ribs and Sawyer throwing the young man to the ground. Spencer fell in a heap. Doyle knew that Spencer had been tortured once in his life before, which is probably why he didn't look too hurt.

"Ian," Spencer said mockingly as he slowly stood up straight. "How's the other fight going?"

"Did you have a hand in this?" Doyle asked calmly.

"Did I have my hand in what?" Spencer asked, out of breath. "The Cookie Jar?"

"Don't play games with me, lad." Doyle growled. "Now I'm going to ask you again. Did you have a hand in this?"

"Doyle, I don't know what you're talking about." Doyle smirked.

"Okay, you're free to go." He turned to the goons. "Show him out."

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Upstairs in her lavish suite, Emily was pacing the floor quickly; worried, not of Doyle's incident, but for Spencer and Gatsby. The ringing of the phone jolted out of her worried thoughts. Suddenly stopping, she grabbed the phone and put the receiver to her ear.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Turn to channel 88," said a female voice on the other end.

"Who is this?" There was no answer as the caller hung up the phone. Emily quickly grabbed the remote and turned to the correct channel. What she saw was a hallway of the casino cages. As she continued to watch, Spencer emerged with Doyle right behind him.

"What happened, Ian? You get robbed or something?" Spencer asked mockingly.

"Stop," Doyle ordered. He then walked toward Spencer. "I'm gonna give you one last chance. Where's my money?"

"What if I told you I could get your money…if you give up Emily?" Spencer asked. "What would you say?" He was curious to know the answer. No moral-less man deserved Emily. Even he had morals sometimes.

"I would say yes," Doyle replied without regret or hesitation in his voice.

Bastard! Emily thought; which wasn't far from what Spencer was thinking. Who would willingly give up Emily? It was insane-then again, Ian Doyle was kind of insane.

"All right," Spencer said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "I know a guy; we were in the joint together." Emily quickly grabbed her jacket and purse and walked out of the suite. No one had ever disappointed her so greatly. Not even her mother. "Anybody who pulls a job within the Western U.S., he knows about it. Give me 72 hours, and I'll find out who took your money." Doyle nodded and smirked.

"You know a guy?" he asked. He turned to his goons once again. "Show Dr. Reid the exit and contact the police. I'm sure he's in violation of his parole."

"Yes, sir," one answered. They grabbed him and lead him out of the building.

Doyle pushed the button to the elevator and waited for it to come. When the doors opened, he was greeted with the sight of Emily. She glared at him with her green eyes and stormed out of the elevator.

"Emily," he called after her. She turned around.

"You of all people should know, Ian," she said. "In your hotel, there's always someone watching." She turned from him and quickly walked through the casino and out the doors as she thought about what she truly wanted. She looked around and finally saw Spencer being walked toward the police car by two officers. She hurried to catch up to them.

"Wait! Wait!" She finally caught up to them. "Wait, that's my husband!" She quickly shoved the two officers aside and hugged Spencer. "Oh, Spence," she called him by his pet name with a smirk, which was quickly answered.

"Emily, I told you. I knew what I was doing."

"I didn't."

He shrugged. "It's okay, it happens to the best of us," he joked with her. It was just like old times.

"Alright, let's go," said one officer.

"How long will you be?" she asked with a sad look.

"About three to six months, I guess." Spencer said, hiding his own sadness. He had to be strong for his girl. The officers closed the door after he got in and he winked at her through the window. She smiled sadly as she watched them drive away.

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David Rossi and the ten thieves stared at the majestic water display of the Bellagio. They did it; they had won and had a lot of fun along the way. One by one, each left. First, it was Gatsby Algérnon. After taking one last look at her friends, she left to go to Emily. They would wait out Spencer's sentence together since the young genius had no one to go to. She was sure that Emily would change that the first chance she got, though. Then it was the Shawn and Eliot Spencer, as they left for Santa Barbara to start their "private detective agency." Then, Derek Morgan and Parker, deciding to go on a date, after much coaxing from Parker. Penelope Garcia went off to do research for a fellow hacker of hers, Alec Hardison. Aaron Hotchner and Ziva David went off to do God-knows-what. Probably off to their humble abode and have all the "money sex" they can get. David Rossi bid the last remaining thieves adieu as he headed to his car and headed home. Ashley Seaver left for Chicago, decided to start a talent agency to train all potential "clients." Jason Gideon was the last to leave. He was happy that he did this job and was now 13 million richer. He would now go back to his life in Florida but he won't live so mediocrely anymore.

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NEVADA STATE PENITENTARY-THREE TO SIX MONTHS LATER.

Gatsby leaned against the gate to the prison while eating her big cheeseburger; waiting for her friend to come out. She was wearing a bright pink halter top, White pants, Pink denim jacket, a white hat with pink sunglasses on. Spencer walked up to her, his appearance shaggy and he still had on the same tux as the night of the heist.

"I hope you were the groom," Gatsby joked as she threw her burger into the bushes. She hated government facilities.

"Nicki minaj called, she wants her suit back," Spencer replied. They both smirked and walked towards Gatsby's car, a red Hummer v. "Thirteen Million and you drive this big piece of shit cross-country to pick me up?"

"I blew it all on the Pink Friday outfit," Gatsby replied seriously. Spencer laughed.

"Where are they?" He knew the monkeys would be around.

"Back row, silver sedan. Ten o'clock." They finally reached the truck. "I stopped to pick up your personal effects. I hope you don't mind." Spencer leaned his head in the driver's window toward the back and smirked.

"I'm not sure these belong to me," he said. Emily just smiled and took off her sunglasses as he got in. "Hi," he said as he put his arm around her.

"Hi," she replied with a smile. "We need to get Gatsby a man." Gatsby shook her head. She knew that she was going to say that.

"There's a Federal Prison down the road, they always have cute, well-behaved guys," Gatsby joked as she started the car.

"You know what I mean," Emily replied.

"I know. If you know a way for him to forgive me, I'm all ears."

"I'll find a way."

"Of that I have no doubt," Spencer replied. He looked down and saw that Emily was wearing her wedding ring. "You said that you sold this." He smirked at her.

"I did say that."

"Liar," Spencer said.

"Thief," Emily replied as Gatsby rolled her eyes. They were about to get into it, she could tell. Spencer smiled and kissed her as Gatsby sped down the street. The goon twins started their own car and followed after them, not knowing how deceptive their prey could be.

THE END?