Amy had had many an adventure with the team since she "joined forces with them", so to speak. She had grown close to each of them respectively after having been through several life or death experiences with them, and had come to trust them with her life. And that's why she was walking confidently into Vito Castellano's casino, Face trailing behind her a little ways off. BA was doing reconnaissance, trying to find the saferoom from the outside to assess how secure it really was, and Hannibal and Murdock were off doing research about where Mrs. Doctor Parton could be being held.

"Hello, Madam. Would you like to be dealt in?" A casino worker standing next to a table looked her up and down as she approached him, and she nodded enthusiastically, playing up her "character",

"Oh, yes, please! Thank you!" She watched with innocent and unguarded interest and waited for the dice to roll. She glanced behind her and got a small nod from Face who was leaning on a chair enjoying a drink a few yards away.

Really hope this works… She reached into her purse and pulled out a little bottle of perfume, which she discreetly sprayed into her hand. When she was handed the dice, she made sure to rub them around in her hand for several seconds before shaking her fist dramatically and saying,

"C'mon, eleven, c'mon!" She shook the dice a little longer, and then let them roll. A moment of real anticipation before the two dice stilled, a five and a six. She let out a loud whoop and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

When Hannibal had explained this invention to her and Face earlier that day, she hadn't been absolutely sure that it would work. A substance that contained "electro-centered particles" or whatever he had called them that when she rubbed the dice around in it, it would connect to a special watch. Whatever number the watch was set to, the dice would land on the right numbers for it. It seemed to Amy like something out of a science fiction novel, but… if it worked…

She went to roll again, and dramatically shook the dice above her head, saying loudly, "Okay, seven, gimme a seven!" After giving another few seconds for Face to change the watch that he was wearing behind her, she dropped the dice and struck it rich again.

After a little while, several people had gathered around her to watch, her success was so great.

"Another win! 15 to one, congratulations!" the casino worker smiled at her, and she beamed back at him,

"Thanks—just let it ride, please!" She went to take the dice again to roll, but another, more burly looking casino worker who had come to see the what the commotion was about stopped her, saying,

"That's $15,000, young lady, I'm afraid that far exceeds the house limits."

Amy gave him her most innocent look and stated, "Didn't you guys say you accepted big bets?"

"Well, perhaps if you would like, the manager will raise the limit for you." he gave a halfhearted smile as she replied,

"Well, thank you, that would be very nice." She beamed enthusiastically at him as he whispered something to the original worker next to him, who disappeared into the crowd around them. Moments later, he returned, leading another man with a well trimmed beard and gelled hair, wearing the classiest white tuxedo and a dazzling smile towards her table. The man stepped up to Amy, and said in a smooth Italian accent,

"You would like the limit raised, Mademoiselle?"

"Yes please—If it's okay…" Amy batted her eyes at him a few times and threw in a shy smile.

He looked her up and down and said, "Certainly." After winking slyly at her he turned to his worker, "Any amount the lovely lady wants."

All eyes on her now, Amy stayed in character and dramatically shook the dice once more. "Alright, c'mon, eleven!" as soon as she saw the five and six, she jumped for joy, turning to the man—Vito Castellano—and throwing her arms around his neck in an embrace.

He raised his eyebrows and brought his hand up to his beard. "That's $22,500. You have quite a sum there."

"I did it! I really did it!" She pretended to realize what she was doing and shyly pulled her arms away from around his neck, saying, "Could I cash in now?" He smirked at her, repeating himself,

"Certainly. Cash the lady in."

"Oh my goodness!" Amy put her hand over her heart, "Oh my goodness! All that money! Could you—could you keep it for me please? I mean, I'd be sorta scared to carry all that around."

"Of course, Mademoiselle."

"And," She bit her lip uncertainly, "I'd like to see where it's kept—If you don't mind." Castellano paused a little after that request and then,

"That won't be necessary, Darling, your money will be completely safe, I assure you."

Still playing the innocent, Amy looked up at him with a little pout, "Well, it is an awful lot of money, and well—I should be allowed to see…" She inwardly held her breath.

Castellano was silent for a moment, and Amy took a step closer to him, putting a hand on his arm with a quiet "Please?" He smiled handsomely and finally relented, much to Amy's relief.

"Of course." He gently took hold of her hand and led her through the casino, and she stole a glance back at Face, who seemed annoyed for some reason, but gave her a reassuring nod nonetheless.

Amy was shown into a large and beautiful office, and one of the workers followed them with a stack of money in his hands. "Um, could I hold it for a sec? It's just I've never had this much before and I'd like to hold it… if that's okay." At a signal from Castellano, she was given the stack of money and the employee left the two of them alone, shutting the door behind himself.

While Castellano was busy grabbing something at his desk, Amy—heart racing—took out her own $100 bill and inserted it into the stack before continuing to gape at it in awe. The mob boss looked over at her, smiled charmingly, and gestured her over to him. There was a small rectangular metal box sitting on his desk, and he grabbed her hands and the money in his own hands, dropping the money in the box before closing and latching it with one hand, the other still holding onto Amy's.

He led her over to the wall directly behind his desk, where a small compartment opened that he set the metal box into. It shot off on a conveyer belt and the wall closed over the hole again at the press of a button on his desk.

"Well, that's quite the system you have there, Mister…?" Amy felt her cheeks turn slightly red and she resisted the urge to slap him when his arm snaked its way around her torso as he led her to small table on one side of the room, answering her question,

"Vito. Vito Castellano. And who may I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

"Susan Callaway—or just Susan, if you please." He bent into a gracious bow and pressed his lips to her hand.

"My pleasure. Would you care to take a drink with me, Just Susan?" She smiled bashfully, and nodded, which got a chuckle out of Castellano as he poured two glasses of wine and motioned for her to take a seat in a lovely red velvet chair.

"I'm glad to know that my money will be kept safely, it seems like you have a pretty good system here." Amy accepted a glass from him as he sat a few feet away from her in another chair.

"Yes. I pride myself on our security systems here at my casino. But that is not what has my attention at this moment, Miss Callaway." Amy blushed and looked down at her lap, inspecting the lovely deep purple dress Face had bought her and the sparkling bracelets she wore that matched her necklace and earrings.

Minutes later, Amy was walking out of Vito Castellano's private office with a promise to see him at the bar the next night and a huge sigh of relief. He hadn't let her go without a kiss, and she subconsciously wiped at her mouth when she saw Face light up, stand up, and head out the door as he noticed her walking past. But there were more pressing things to be thinking about at the moment, and so Amy cast those thoughts away and left the casino, getting into a limo that Face had somehow acquired earlier that day.

"So, ah, how'd it go?" Face rolled down the barrier between the driver's seat and the back compartment so they could speak.

"Well, he opened a hole in the wall with a button on his desk and put the money in a little metal box and then in the compartment. It was carried away on a conveyer belt to who knows where, he wouldn't take me any farther than that, so that's all I found out. He told me that the conveyer belt took it to a room with two large men waiting to take care of it—I did slip the special bill in with it, though, so at least there's that." After a moment of awkward silence, Amy mentally cleared her mind of the past few minutes and changed the subject. "What did Hannibal say that bill was supposed to do again?"

Face seemed grateful for the tangent as well and jumped into an answer, "He said that they treated it with some kind of chemical that will show up on a special machine that they have back at the lab. Supposedly, when they go to put your money in the safe, it will detect the combination that they use."

"Well the first invention worked like a charm, so this one should too."

"We can only hope. I did some snooping around as well while you were, ah, busy." Another awkward pause. "I found out that a few months ago, Castellano purchased 200 square feet of electro-grating. That means they probably have the walls or floor electrocuted somewhere near the saferoom."

"Great. This just gets easier and easier as we go along."

Hey! Queen here.

Gotta say, I don't own anything, and I probably wouldn't do it true justice if I did.

Also, I didn't put it under "crossovers" because there are no Man From U.N.C.L.E. characters in it, though I took the plot and idea of the episode and substituted our favorite outlaws into the story.

If anyone is interested in getting into a new fandom (the more the merrier), I highly recommend both the reboot movie and original TV show of The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Thank you :)

-Queen