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Harkness' Eleven - Chapter Thirteen

Harkness' Eleven - Chapter Thirteen
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack Harkness is released from prison, and gathers together a crew to pull the job of his conman career.  Based on the movie "Ocean's Eleven"
Pairing(s): Past Jack/Ianto; past Jack/John; Harold Saxon/Ianto Jones
Warning: Language
Spoilers: None for Torchwood or Doctor Who, follows situations from the movie "Ocean's' Eleven"
Author's note:  I originally started writing this for reel_torchwood , but the plot bunnies absconded before I could finish.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, Doctor Who, or Ocean's Eleven



New Vegas City

Toshiko had her eyes on her monitors, so she didn't miss the false lid of the cash cart begin to rise. She'd already switched all of the pertinent monitors over to the recorded view, so she knew anyone currently watching the vault would see only what she wanted them to see.
 

She was just that good.

But currently she was concerned with what was going on down in the vault. The idiot guard had put Owen's case down on top of Jenny's cart, and there was a very distinct possibility that the entire job would be blown if the girl in the box couldn't stop the case from hitting the floor.

Which would cause a very loud alarm to go off.

"Are they in?"

Toshiko about jumped out of her skin. She glanced backward; Gwen stood there, absorbed with looking down at the monitors.

"I thought they kicked you out?" she asked.

Gwen simply shrugged, as if it weren't a big deal. Knowing the grifter the way she did, Toshiko thought it probably wasn't one.

She turned back toward the monitors. She had one more monitor to usurp; with a couple of key strokes, it was hers. "They'll be in shortly," she answered.

The monitors were split: one bank showed what was properly going on; the other bank with the dummied images Toshiko had spent the better part of a week recording. There was also a third set, showing various areas around the casino in real time. Most people would have been confused by it all, but Toshiko was truly in her element. This was what she loved doing; controlling the information that people saw, making it hers to command.

Most of the casino was still in chaos following Mickey's taking down of the power; Toshiko had talked to the demolitions man beforehand, and had managed to shield her gear from the EMP pulse. It was simple when one knew what to expect…

Her eyes went to the monitor where Jenny was pushing the cash cart open. The case was sliding closer to the edge, and it was only a quick grab that kept disaster from befalling. Toshiko let out a sigh she didn't even know she was holding.

The tech expert then turned her attention to the camera outside the vault, where two heavily armed guards were waiting…
 

*****
 

Jack slid the lift doors open just enough to push the flash/bang grenade across the floor, toward the guards on duty. He let the door close once more, turning to Andy and silently counting down from five. There was a sudden thud; Andy went to pry the doors open again, but Jack stopped him with a hand on his arm.
 

There was a second thud, and Jack gave the okay to open the lift. He and Andy each pulled a door open; the two guards were on the floor and not moving. They hoisted themselves up to the level of the vault corridor floor, each taking one of the guards and trussing them up tightly. Then they made their way toward the doors that led to the vault.

Andy looked almost in awe: Jack stifled the urge to grin at the young man's expense. "Do you think Jenny made it out all right?"

"I'm sure she's fine." Jack really didn't know, but the job depended on it.

The pickpocket went up to the pad on the wall, and entered the code he'd stolen from Saxon. The door slid open….revealing the vault door.

Now the awe was obvious. "Goddess!"

"There's a small blonde girl with over one hundred sixty million credits behind that door. Let's get her out."

Jack raised his hand, then slapped the thick metal door with his palm.
 

*****
 

Toshiko and Gwen were glued to the monitor as Jenny prepared for her leap. The gymnast was crouched on top of the cart, her arms relaxed.
 

"Ten says she shorts it," Gwen offered.

"No bet," Toshiko answered.

Jenny flexed her legs, and was suddenly airborne, flying toward the chip rack that was between her and the door. Toshiko held her breath, not even realizing she was doing it.

The leap took Jenny over the rack, and almost onto the floor beyond.

At the last moment, she used her good hand to catch herself, and made an elegant split with one foot on the chip rack, the other against the wall.

"Goddess," Gwen breathed.

Toshiko agreed completely.

They watched as Jenny echoed the slap that Jack had done on the other side of the door. Jack must have heard, because he and Andy got to work. On the opposite side of the door, Jenny did as well, using the door's interior mechanism to move about without touching the floor, her bandaged hand seeming not to give her too much trouble.

The door opened, and this time Toshiko wasn't surprised. She glanced up as Mickey came over to join them. "Going well?" he asked.

"So far," Toshiko answered, feeling a bit uncomfortable by her sudden audience but knowing there wasn't anything she could do about it.

The three watched as the crew members on the monitors continued to work. Jack and Andy were connecting what looked like small boxes on their side of the vault door; Jenny had the false Arcadian diamonds from Owen's case, and was doing the same from her side.

When Jenny finished they saw her slap the door twice. Jack and Andy reacted to the noise, and Jack returned the sound to the girl in the vault. As he and the pickpocket stepped away, Jenny moved as well…but the bandage on her injured hand was caught within the door's mechanism.

"Shit," Mickey muttered.

"Jack," Toshiko said into her mic, "hold up, Jenny's in trouble."

No response. Jack simply continued to prepare the detonator.

Toshiko could hear Mickey counting down behind her… "Seventeen…sixteen…fifteen…"

Jenny was yanking as hard as she could, but didn't seem to be able to get free.

"Andy...Jack," Toshiko called, beginning to sound desperate, "do not blow the door!" She cursed, checking the connections quickly as Mickey continued to count down. Like she really needed that sort of distraction.

"What's going on?" Gwen asked.

"The EMP must have shorted out their comms," the tech answered, as she saw that everything was good on her end.

"Five….four…three…"

Toshiko desperately wanted to tell Mickey to shut the hell up, but she was frozen as she watched Jenny curl into herself while she prepared for the explosion…

Which didn't come.

Toshiko wanted to scream.

Something was apparently wrong with the detonator; Jack was fiddling with it, and Andy was watching over the man's shoulder.

"How's it going?"

Owen's arrival promptly freaked everyone out, so focused were they on the monitors. Gwen slapped him on the arm as he joined the crowd around the computer.

Jenny had managed to get herself free, and she was climbing racks and shelves to get a safe distance from the door. Jack must have figured out what was wrong; he messed with the detonator once more…

And the explosion blocked the watchers from seeing exactly what was going on down below.

Once the debris cleared, all four crew members leaned forward, to catch a glimpse of the destruction.

It was quite pretty.

Jack and Andy were in the middle of the vault; once the door had been blown the alarms in the floor had been wrecked. Jenny climbed out from the mound of bent and twisted carts, and she said something to the two men; judging from the expressions on their faces, what the young woman had said wasn't at all complimentary.

And then, they got to work.

"Have you ever seen anything quite so beautiful?" Owen whispered reverently.

A part of Tosh wished he was saying that to her, but really…she could completely understand what he meant. Seeing the three down in the vault, preparing all those hard credits for transport…

Oh yeah.
 

*****
 

There was a strange beeping noise coming from nearby.
 

Saxon was inclined to ignore it. The night had gone to hell, and quite honestly he simply wanted to go back up to the penthouse and lick his bruised pride. The fight had ended badly, and already he could tell that the crowd was totally unhappy with the outcome.

But the beeping was driving him mad…

"Are you going to answer that?" he snapped at his companion, as they made their way out of the arena and back into the casino proper.

Ianto frowned. "I don't have a comm.," he answered, matching his strides to Saxon's own.

Saxon glowered, but accepted his word.

However, the beeping followed.

He stopped, and roughly began to search Ianto's pockets. The younger man protested, but allowed the indignity; not that he had much of a choice.

Saxon made a humming noise when he found what he was looking for.

Ianto's frown went deeper. "It's not mine," he denied as Saxon held up the comm. unit.

He handed it to his lover. "See who it is."

Ianto took it, holding it between thumb and index finger like it was a particularly nasty piece of something he'd scraped from under his shoe, but he answered it. "Yes?"

The younger man froze, then looked surprised. He held out the comm. "It's for you," he said.

Saxon took the comm., putting it to his own ear. "Who the hell is this?" he demanded.

"The man who's robbing you," said a voice on the other end of the line.
 

*****
 

John looked across the room, to where Ianto and Saxon stood. He grinned, resisting the urge to wave at the pair.
 

The moment the surprise wore off, Saxon practically bolted toward the cages. Ianto glanced around, then followed.

He hadn't seen John, which suited the conman just fine.
 

***** 
 

Saxon stormed into the security office. The look on his face must have communicated just how he was feeling, because the men on monitor duty practically came to attention.
 

"What the hell is going on down in the vault?" he snarled.

"Nothing, sir," one the men said, gulping in fear. "It's all normal."

"Show me."

The security man waved toward the monitors…and he was right, everything looked just fine.

Saxon put the comm. back to his ear. "I'm afraid you're mistaken," he said coldly.

"Are you watching your monitors?" the voice asked.

"Of course I am."

"Then keep watching…"

The monitor showing the vault suddenly fuzzed out, and when it came back up the image had changed. Three masked men were now within, and there was a mess of chips and other debris all over the floor. The men were gathering together all the hard credit into a pile.

"Goddess on a stick!" Saxon swore as the room erupted into even greater chaos than the power failure had caused.

"In this town," the voice on the comm. said, "your luck can change just that quickly."

Saxon wanted nothing more than to strangle that smug tone out of the voice,

He turned to his casino manager, who'd just come into the office. "Find out how much money we have down there," he ordered harshly.

Copley moved to obey.

Saxon was so furious he didn't notice Ianto leave; but at that point, he had bigger things on his mind. "Alright," he snarled. "You've proven your point. You've broken into my vault. Congratulations. You're a dead man."

"Maybe," the voice said jovially.

"May I ask…just how do you plan on leaving here? Do you believe I'll simply allow you to parade bags of my money out my casino doors?"

"No…you're gonna carry it out for us."

Saxon laughed. "And why would I do that?"

"Take a closer look at your monitors…"

Saxon leaned forward. The three men in the vault had loaded up about half the money into black bags, each marked with a large white "X" on the end. But…there was another stack of money, and if the wires and boxes on the pile was what he thought they were…

Saxon couldn't believe it. Whoever this was, they'd simply walked into his bloody casino and got into his vault and was packing up his money as if they were entitled to it.

"As your manager's probably reported to you by now," the voice went on, very cheerfully, "you have a little over a hundred and sixty million credits in your vault tonight."

As if on cue, Copley handed Saxon a paper; the livid man took it, seeing the actual cash count on it: $163,156,759.

Saxon felt his blood positively boil.

"You may have noticed, but we're only taking half of that. The other half we're leaving in your vault, booby trapped, as a hostage…"


                                                                                                                           *****

John was having the time of his life. He'd never felt this pleased with how things were going. Usually this would mean the ceiling would fall flat onto them, but he really had a good feeling about this. Goddess, just the ability to completely irritate Harold Saxon was worth it.


He was currently standing on the casino floor, and he knew the image he was projecting: a high roller, perhaps speaking to his banker…or ordering a pizza. Actually, food sounded good about now…

No, back to business. Food can wait.

"You let our eighty million go," he said into the comm. he held to his ear, "and you get to keep your eighty million. That's the deal. You try and stop us, and we'll blow both cash loads."

He was startled by a hard tapping on his shoulder; John spun, finding himself face-to-face with Ianto Harkness-Jones…who didn't look at all happy.

Of course Eye Candy had recognized his voice. Jack had said he would.

"Mr. Saxon," John went on, winking at the scowling man in front of him, "you can lose eighty million secretly tonight…or you can lose one hundred sixty million publicly. It's your decision." He pulled the comm. down from his ear, cupping the speaker so the man on the other end couldn't hear. He favored Ianto with a big grin. "Hey, Eye Candy. What's shaking, besides that delectable arse of yours?"
 

*****
 

Saxon pulled the comm. away from his ear, letting his rage get the better of him. He kicked out at the desk, but all he got for his trouble was a sore foot. He knew he should just let the money go…but at the same time, no one ripped off Harold Saxon and got away with it. There really was no other choice…
 

He turned to Copley. "Make the call."

His manager nodded, pulling his own comm. from his pocket. "This is Mr. Copley at the Gallifrey…we have a situation here…"

Saxon nodded, knowing that calling in the local law enforcement was the best way out of this. He pulled the comm. back up to his own ear. "You have a deal…"
 

*****
 

It had taken Ianto about a second to recognize John Hart's voice on the other end of the comm. that had mysteriously ended up in his jacket pocket.
 

Following that reasoning, the only way it could have gotten there was if Jack had put it there.

Because if there was one thing Ianto knew…where you found John Hart you inevitably found Jack Harkness…and vice versa.

He'd followed Harry to the casino's security office. He had to know what Jack was up to. When he saw the theft in progress he'd known instinctively that one of those men in the vault had been Jack. It had come down to betraying his ex-husband…

And Ianto didn't think he could do that.

He'd had to admit to himself over the last several days that he still had pretty intense feelings for Jack. He'd tried to tell himself otherwise, but he couldn't deny it. But he was with Harry now…and the problem with that was, that he honestly didn't know how he felt toward the casino owner. He knew exactly what Harold Saxon was…there was no ambiguity where that was concerned. Harry had been pretty much up front with Ianto almost from the moment they'd started sleeping together. And sometimes Harry was pretty dismissive of Ianto's feelings.

But he thought he knew exactly where he stood with Harry, and that was a nice change from his time with Jack, who swore that he'd loved Ianto and yet had lied about so many things. Jack thought it was just about being a thief; but really, he'd lied every time he'd gone out on a job with John Hart; he'd lied about what he'd done for an actual living; and to Ianto that meant that Jack simply couldn't be trusted with anything else. How could he believe that Jack loved him, when he was so ready to lie about so much else?

At least he knew Harry cared for him.

And so, feeling completely conflicted, Ianto had left the security office, knowing that John Hart had to be nearby if they really were robbing the casino. It hadn't taken long to find him; missing Hart in a crowd was like not recognizing a rock star among their fans. Hart simply stood out, which Ianto thought was something a good conman shouldn't do, yet Hart pulled it off.

And now, he was standing practically in John's face, staring him down as the man blatantly flirted with him.

Ianto didn't even dignify that comment with a response. "Where's Jack?" he demanded, as if he didn't already know.

John rolled his eyes. "He's fine. He wants you to go upstairs and watch the vidscreen."

Ianto's own eyes narrowed. "He does?"

"It's all right, Ianto," the man said, suddenly very serious. "I promise." John brought the comm. back to his ear, saying, "Good. Here's what you do. Five minutes from now, the men in the vault are going to deposit six bags in the vault lift…"

Ianto stepped back, not at all sure what he should do. Didn't he owe Harry his loyalty, after the time they'd spent together? But could he really condemn his ex-husband to whatever torments Harry could dish out? And Ianto didn't have any illusions at just how ruthless Harry could be. He'd heard stories long before they'd gotten together, and some of them had been truly horrible.

But Jack had betrayed him...and Harry hadn't.

With that thought, Ianto made up his mind.

Comments

Poor Ianto
Great update
I know, I do feel sorry for him...
before yesterday, I saw Ocean's Eleven with great pleasure!
thanks to you
read your fic, my only regret is that there have no more scene with Julia / Ianto: too cute

thank you for answered and warned that you put the following
Thanks! There will be more Ianto before the end! One of my favorite parts is coming up...
I'm so sad that this is nearing the end ...
I know. All good things do, though.. :(

Thanks!
So, I just found this fic and I am really enjoying it. I just got the Ocean's Eleven and Twelve DVDs and was wondering if to look at them one time. XD Reading this has me hankering to look at OE ...Thanks.

I love your characterisations as you have the entire TW and DW characters playing out this great caper. I hope there is a part 14, I'm going back to the Masterlist XD
Thanks! Glad you're enjoying it.

I hope you found the last two parts...they're on the masterlist, but if there was a problem let me know. :)