This is a new story inspired from the Ocean's series (you'll never guess which one). Tell me if you want it to continue !

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Some days, it could feel like your life wasn't under your control. Things would happen, and you just handle them as they come.

This wasn't how Amy was feeling. She was living a fairly normal life as the owner of an underground club in the Queens. People respected her and greeted her when she walked in a room. Most of the time, she was playing poker - cheating as always - and earning money by cutting vodka with water. Not very moral, but she was gaining a decent amount of cash with her traffic.

She was in control of every little cog in her club. It was her world. But, even when you were a queen in your kingdom, the doubt was always present, hidden somewhere in the back of your mind.

Tonight was one of those nights. She was watching an old movie but she wasn't really listening. Was she happy? Her situation was good and she was having fun some nights with her coworkers. But some days she didn't feel fulfilled, like something was missing. It lacked something she knew she had craved for before, like a drug. She wanted something new, the smell of an adventure, the thrill of the hustle which couldn't be satisfied by a simple poker game. She liked to gamble on a huge scale.

Shortstack: bring ur butt to the docks

A smile cracked on Amy's face. It has been a while since she heard from her.

She glanced around the room. The vodka was ready for the night and it was only eight thirty. She figured it was not going to be a busy night since it was Tuesday and Dave could handle it on his own. Sighing, she switched off the TV and grabbed her helmet. As she ascended the stairs, she yelled at a barman.

"Hey Dave! Going out tonight, have fun!"

He watched her with wide eyes. "Wait Am-"

She shut the door, muffling the sound of his protests. The smirk on her face was almost predatory. She typed an answer as she was getting on her motorcycle.

Fat Amy: Be there in five

"Becaaaa!"

"Put me down Amy!" There was no animosity in her voice but her tone was stern enough to sound like an order.

Relenting, the heavy blonde put Beca on the ground. "Sorry shorty, I got carried away."

"What happened to you? Jesus you seem even stronger than before if it's possible."

"I'm working out." The blonde gloated, rolling her biceps muscles that still seemed non existent. "Wait- why are you wearing an Armani coat?"

Beca smirked. "Glad to see you haven't lost your piercing vision. We gotta catch up but not here sweetheart. My body needs real food."

Half an hour later, there were seated on a bench in a park, a huge pizza between them.

"How was it captain?"

"Annoying. Like we were five in a cell and they couldn't stop chatting. So I got myself isolated to think clearly."

"About what?" Amy was curious about where this conversation was going. Beca took her time to enjoy her pizza before answering.

"Our new heist."

The blonde sighed heavily. She should've seen it coming.

"Hide your enthusiasm." Beca joked.

"Yeah about that… You know I really love you shorty but… I'm done with it." Amy sighed, looking at the crown of the trees. "Last time you tried something you ended up in jail. That was four years ago. In the meantime, I had to find a secure place, a stable income. We can't get away forever. You, above anyone, should understand it."

She glanced down at the brunette. She was still chewing her pizza pensively. She put her half eaten slice on the box and looked at Amy in the eye.

"Amy. I had four years to plan my revenge. Everyday, I would imagine a plan to earn enough money for the rest of my life. First I thought banks. It's clean money and it's stored in one place."

"But the Spanish already did it." Amy butted in with a knowing shrug of her shoulders.

"Amy, it's a fiction! This TV show is pure entertainment!" Beca rolled her eyes, a light smile worming its way on her face despite her words. The blonde shrugged in response, half listening to her comment. Beca took it as a sign to continue. "So then I thought casinos. We could go to Vegas, have some fun and trick some old business man to cover the expenses." She paused. "I dropped the idea because it was too cliché."

"Glad you realized it." The blonde joked. "So what?"

Beca took a deep breath. "Diamonds."

Amy arched an eyebrow, waiting for her friend to continue. "So what, you wanna rob a jewelry? You know, we've already done it and it's a pain in the ass to sell the jewels after, too easy to recognize them. Why would you do that?"

"Have you heard about the Hundred Stars Gala?" She asked, taking interest in the pizza again.

"Vaguely." Amy answered truthfully.

She glanced at Beca, who was busy eating her slice. She huffed silently. Beca always had a strange way to make her interested. She was just giving her half sentences to keep her on the hook. When it was too late to go back, Beca would give her more details, often requiring she put herself in a very dangerous situation. Everytime was similar. The worst thing in this: the Australian always caved in the end.

The brunette was licking her fingers, moaning about how good it was to eat real food again. She lifted another slice and offered it to her friend with an innocent face.

"Beca." Amy's tone was stern. "Don't play this game with me." All she got in return was a wicked grin. "What about this Gala?" She knew it was a bad idea to ask, but she was slowly giving in.

"Good question my fellow partner in crime." The other woman was still grinning and holding the slice for Amy.

"I'm not your partner anymore, Beca." She dismissed the pizza with a wave of her hand. "You're alone in this." At least, she was not going to cave without a bit of a fight. The more informations she could get now, the less surprises she'll have later.

"Have I ever disappointed you?" The brunette mocked with a false pained expression. When Amy glared at her, she continued. "So what, you're just gonna cut vodka with water for the rest of your life? Come on Ames, you're wasting your talent. You and I both know you can do better."

The Aussie didn't respond. It was the truth after all. And how did her friend knew about her traffic?

"Listen. I had four years to think about it. This isn't about living a criminal life again. One last big heist, and we'll be so loaded we'll never need to work again." She paused to let Amy take in the news. "I'm not talking about a jewelry. I'm talking about one of the most precious necklace designed by Cartier, Le Joyau. They keep it locked underground in a vault since 1935."

They locked eyes, silence flowing around them in the busy park. Amy had a bad feeling about this. At the same time, she was really interested. It has been too long since she'd taken part in a project like this. Beca was right, some days she hated her job. She needed the fun of the planification and the big reward they always got in the end.

"How do you take it out of the vault?" She arched an eyebrow to show she was serious - for once.

"They will bring it to us." Beca's cryptic answer came along with a smirk.

"Even if this was possible, we cannot do something like this on our own. We'll need, like, fifteen people and a million dollars." Amy reasoned.

"Only seven. And for the expenses, 10 000 will be enough."

Beca surely had time to plan this. And she was rarely wrong with numbers. So when the brunette answered quickly and with confidence, Amy had faith. The offer was really tempting and she had nothing more interesting to do.

"I'm in." Beca smile was wide and genuine this time and Amy couldn't help but to tease her a bit. "So, should I still call you captain or Shawshank is more appropriate now?"

Amy led her partner - the debate captain/Shawshank was settled in a matter of seconds by a death glare - in a depot next to the docks. It was one of her properties, the club was really doing wonders on her bank account.

"Nice place." Beca commented, looking around.

The first floor had three different spaces. One was filled with a couch and a few cushion surrounding a coffee table. On the other side of the room, there was a big round table, some poker chips still visible between the paperwork. The kitchen was behind a counter-top at the end of the room. The whole warehouse was decorated with taste - so uncommon for someone like Amy - and it was really bright. Quite surprising for a seeming old depot on the outside.

Beca walked to the table and picked up a paper. It was a bill for a local with a catching name.

"You named your club 'the Fatty's'?" Beca grinned at the blonde, who quickly took a wad of papers and stored it inside a cabinet.

"Aye captain! Bedrooms are upstairs." Beca could see some closed doors on the mezzanine. It was a big place. And a quiet one. What a nice change from the prison cells. "By the way, you never told me about that coat."

"Oh, I don't know. I just stole it." She shrugged it off.

Amy rolled her eyes. Her friend was the worst kleptomaniac alive. Or the best, she didn't know how to qualify her. She was one really talented shoplifter.

Step one: constituting a team. Beca was sure it was the most crucial part of their work. They had to find someone reliable and willing to give everything to succeed. Even with a huge paycheck, traitors could be everywhere. So, the objective was to find a person with an unstable situation. The money gained with the heist would provide them the stability they wanted.

It was risky. They had to be very careful with their choices and convince them at all costs. They couldn't afford a second choice.

"I don't get it, where can we find seven other people qualified enough to do the job?" Amy whined, setting two mugs of coffee on the table.

Beca was gathering all the magazine they just bought. "Five. We only need five other people. You and I are good enough to do some of the job." She set the magazines and went to search a folder. "As I already told you, we are going to rob someone in the Met museum. The security system is one of the best in the world." She took one of the photos she has in a folder. "Every year, a Gala is organized, it's a huge event with plenty of celebrities."

"You mean, only rich people are allowed inside." Amy corrected as she turned on her laptop.

"Exactly. So, while they're hosting the Gala, there is the Hundred Stars exhibit at the same time. Which means, the museum will have a lot of precious items displayed. Such as the crown jewelry from old kings in Europe." She took another picture out of the folder and dropped it on the table.

"Then, why do we have to get one necklace? It's easier to get the exhibit right?"

"Not quite the same Ames. Let me get to the point." Amy made a waving motion with her hand, the universal gesture for 'get on with it'. Beca only smiled at her friend. "Le Joyau is not part of the exhibit, Cartier owns it and intended to keep it in the vault as long as they can. Our mission is to convince Cartier to lend it to a celebrity."

"How?" Amy raised an eyebrow, her full attention on her partner.

It was by far their most organized heist. Or maybe the biggest. They had always worked together and never hired anyone to help them. Sometimes they asked a friend to fetch the necessary items for them but that's all.

"It's simple. If a star request the necklace, Cartier would either refuse and have a really bad image for years, or accept and Le Joyau will be walking in the museum." She put one of the images on the table. It was Le Joyau, almost six pounds of diamonds combined in the most sophisticated way. Amy emitted a low whistle at the sight.

"I like it captain. Alright then. But how is it easier than the exhibit?"

"It's a moving target. We can take it out of camera range." The brunette pointed out as she sat.

Amy smirked. "I like where this is going. So who do we need to coax first?"

"A designer. If we want to influence the decisions of the star, we need her to approve everything. She's our messenger."

"Wait a second shorty! You never said it'll be a she!"

Beca rolled her eyes. "Amy don't be ridiculous. If Cartier allows someone to wear Le Joyau, it'll be a girl."

"It could be a boy. Come on Beca, all this diamonds on a candy stick, what's not to like?" She put the photo of the necklace next to her face and started making embarrassing noises.

"You're impossible." The tiny woman shook her head and snatched the picture back.

"You mean, I'm the best partner in the world who is kindly offering food and shelter for your skinny ass." Amy wiggled her eyebrows, leaning on the table in a conspiratorial way.

"Yeah well, you know how much I appreciate that. I'll buy you an ice cream when we'll be rich." She deadpanned.

"Hell yeah you will."

Beca sighed but she was smiling. Instead of responding she put the other picture in front of the blonde. The reaction was instant.

"Holy shit! That girl is hotter than the sun in Australia!" The blonde stood straight immediately to take a closer look.

"I figured you'd say something like that." Beca snickered. "Her name is Chloe Beale and she's a model. I picked her because she is used to getting attention and because she's as dumb as her face is pretty."

"So much for the spicy hot tamale. Want to bang that Becs?" Her tone had dropped to a whisper and she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"She doesn't have a designer for the Gala yet." Beca ignored the inappropriate question. "So we need to be fast and find someone interesting for her and willing to work for us."

"Gotcha captain. Amy's on the hunt." She winked and took a magazine. She didn't call her partner on her female interests, but she could tease her another day.

An hour later, after a lot of groans and false hopes, Beca closed the lid of the laptop, exhausted.

"I can't seem to find the right one." She sighed while rubbing her temples.

"What about her?" Amy extended her arm to show the article she was reading.

The brunette took the magazine, inspecting the face on the front cover. "She seems familiar, why?"

"Emily Junk, heiress of the Junk's company. Huge affair with her parents two years ago and the whole family was ruined. She's still paying back her students loans and her last show was terrible. Self financed from a credit. According to the article, she needs more than two million dollars to repay it."

"Seems like we got our candidate." Beca smirked at her partner. Things were getting interesting.