Epilogue.

That night was the last time Eddie saw the grifters for a long while. He suspected something had changed when Mickey offered to pay the tab, (an offer that he refused, feeling that – despite all his complaining – if they paid up, it would seem like goodbye somehow). He knew something had changed when he discovered two bundles of fifty-pound notes stuffed in the tips jar. It was Eddie and Carol, however, who would bring everybody back together by inviting them to their wedding three years later.

When the ten million had been divided up, (including a generous cut to Danny for not actually killing them), the grifters went their separate ways. Sean expressed an interest in joining Danny's crew, and the two of them flew to Vegas to meet up with Cheryl the cocktail waitress. As much as he loved his sister, Sean was keen to make a name for himself out of her shadow. Danny's crew proved to be the perfect place, and Sean found like-minded friends in Danny and Billy.

Their first job as a team was to successfully con Cheryl's husband out of his life savings, which they then offered back to him in return for his signature on the divorce papers. Danny requested a long engagement, which Cheryl agreed to. Danny needed to prove he was serious about her, and quite frankly the idea of marriage scared him a little. He would eventually decide that it was for him after all.

Mickey and Emma took a holiday together, hitting Vegas to see Sean off, then retreating to Hawaii. It turned out to be the perfect place for them to finally spend some time alone, where they happily discovered that they were as well-suited as they'd suspected.

Albert received his daughter's contact details with surprise and gratitude, swallowing his pride enough to admit to being scared to see her. Ash and Stacie offered to accompany him, which he accepted. They stayed nearby for a week before realising that Albert didn't need them, being far too busy teaching his grandsons every card trick he knew. Nobody was surprised when, several months later, he went to join Sean in Danny's crew. Albert simply didn't know how to retire.

After leaving Albert in the capable hands of his family, Ash and Stacie remained in America for a few weeks, touring various states in a rental car and taking the time to relax together. They soon returned to London, as Ash couldn't leave June for too long, where they bought the kind of luxury apartment they usually scammed their way into. Stacie purchased her dream beach house in the Caribbean, ensuring that they had at least one holiday in the sun a year.

They spent their time developing hobbies that had always fallen by the wayside, and running the occasional short con – just for practice. Above all else, they spent their time being happy together, with the others always easily contactable. When everybody gathered together for Eddie and Carol's wedding, it was to discover that Ash and Stacie had quietly beaten them to the altar.

With two failed marriages between them, (Stacie's, of course, being far worse than Ash's), they had been hesitant to go through it again, but both relented under a finely-crafted argument from June. It was a quiet ceremony, with only June and her carer as witnesses. They had had their days of being glamorous and flash. For their wedding, they wanted something real.

It wasn't long after Eddie and Carol tied the knot that Ash and Stacie received an invitation to Mickey and Emma's ceremony. Ash suddenly found himself thrown back into something of a fixer role as best man, while Stacie accepted a position as a bridesmaid along with Carol.

Stacie couldn't help but marvel at how domestic they all were. During their years as a crew, she had never imagined leading a normal life. Part of her missed the art of the con, and always would, but she had other priorities now. Someone else could fill their shoes as the best long-con players in the business.

During the reception, however, she realised that some of them would never change. She nudged Ash with her elbow, nodding her head in the direction she wanted him to look. He turned to see Albert attending the wrong party in the next room, chatting enthusiastically to a group of expensively-dressed, snooty-looking men. Ash chuckled, glancing back at her so they could share their amusement.

"Can't tame a roper in their natural habitat," he said sagely. "Wanna dance?"

"Shouldn't we keep an eye on Albie?"

"Nah, he'll be fine. Danny's watching 'im."

Stacie laughed. "Of course he is. Yes, let's dance. It's Mickey and Emma's party, we should be focused on them."

Ash led her onto the dance floor, where Mickey and Emma were rounding off their first dance. As they swayed together, Stacie felt obliged to report what she could see over his shoulder.

"Danny's talking to Sean. And now Mickey and Emma are heading over."

"No," Ash said at once. "Mick wouldn't…not at his own wedding."

Stacie smirked at him sceptically, and Ash rotated them so they could both see the impromptu meeting that seemed to be taking place at the edge of the dance floor.

"We're supposed to be retired," he added.

"We are retired," she reminded him. "They're not bothering us…oh."

Her words trailed off as Danny broke away from the group, awkwardly dancing his way through the crowd towards them.

"All right?" he greeted them cheerily, shouting over the music. "Nice moves. Listen, Ash, me old mate…'ow long would it take for you to rustle up a treasure map?"

Ash raised an eyebrow, meeting Stacie's amused gaze. It was rare for grifters to retire, but it was possible. They were proof of that. Then again…

"Few days, maybe?"

Stacie shook her head, a fond smile aimed at her husband's slightly-sheepish expression. It was difficult to give up a job you excelled at. She, on the other hand, had had quite enough of being a lure to unsavoury marks.

"'Ow's your Spanish accent, Stacie?"

That said, parts of the job were just fun.

She looked at Ash, taking in his smile, reading it perfectly. Partial retirement was good enough.

A/N: Because they deserve happy endings. Because I hate the thought that Albert never saw his daughter again. Because I also hate that after season four, everybody acts like Billy never existed!

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