A/N: Thanks to Zabe Rogue for giving me the push I needed to publish the last chapter. There will be a sequel but I'm not quite sure when I'll get started on it. In the mean time, check out Zabe Rogue's version of Ocean's Eleven featuring characters of Criminal Minds. Enjoy.

"Mr. Pyro, they took the van, sir," Mesmero 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." Pyro sighed and put his head down before he suddenly remembered something.

"Mesmero, cue the tape to 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," Mesmero replied.

"Does it say Bellagio on the vault floor?"

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

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

"What?"

"It was staged," Pyro 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," Mesmero 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 his helmet up, revealing a soft face, brown hair, and icy blue eyes. Piotr adjusted his bag and wiped the sweat from his brow as he and his team left.

FLASHBACK

At the eye in the sky, Beast clicked on some keys and intercepted the emergency call that Mesmero made while the others sat motionlessly behind him. "911 emergency response."

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Amara huffed as they all descended down the elevator shaft in a hurry.

"Night goggles on." Piotr ordered in a professional tone. Scott and Wolverine each ready their automatic firing weapons coming up on his sides.

"Clear," Scott told him, pulling his own visor down, scanning the area, and thus complying with 'the leader's' command.

"Prepare to cut power." Piotr spoke into his wrist, before readying his own visor and training his gun's laser sight on Evan, Bobby, and Kurt, who were seated calmly on the 160 million take. Upon seeing team, they, with the aid of Scott and the others, began moving out the money out of the vault loading it into the S.W.A.T. Bags.

"Breaching elevator doors now," he 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…" Wolverine, taking his cue, popped a canister top and heaved it into the vault."Guys! Guys! Someone's here!" Bobby shouted as he helped Scott load the bags.

"Take him down now!" Scott yelled.

"I got him!" Piotr shot his machine gun off, shielding his eyes, as the explosive Wolverine sent in earlier did its work.

END FLASHBACK

Piotr and the others got into the SWAT van and Alex safely drove them away. Pyro 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 Fred delivering a painful punch to Evan's ribs. Evan fell in a heap. John knew that Evan had an accelerated healing process which was probably why he didn't look too hurt.

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

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

"Did I have my hand in what?" Evan asked, out of breath.

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

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

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

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Upstairs in her lavish suite, Wanda was pacing the floor quickly; worried, not of Pyro's incident, but for Evan and Piotr. The ringing of the phone jolted her out of her worried thoughts. Suddenly stopping, she grabbed the phone and put the receiver to her hear. "Hello?" she asked.

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

"Who is this?" There was no answer as the caller hung up the phone. Wanda 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, Evan emerged with Pyro right behind him.

"What happened, Johnny? You get robbed or something?" asked Evan mockingly.

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

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

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

Bastard! Wanda thought; which wasn't far from what Evan was thinking. Who would willingly give up Wanda? It was insane; then again, Pyro was kind of insane.

"All right," Evan said with a hint of sadness in his voice. He never wanted to hurt Wanda. "I know a guy; we were in the Morlocks together." Wanda quickly grabbed her jacket and purse and walked out of the suite. No one had ever disappointed her so greatly. Not even her father or brother. "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." Pyro nodded and smirked.

"You know a guy?" he asked. He turned to his goons once again. "Show Mr. Daniels the exit and contact the police. I'm sure that he's in violation of his agreement with the government."

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

Pyro pushed the button to the elevator and waited for it to come. When the doors opened, he was greeted with the sight of Wanda. She glared at him with her grey-blue eyes and stormed out of the elevator. "Wanda," he called after her. She turned around.

"You of all people should know, Pyro," 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 just did and what she truly wanted. She looked around and finally saw Evan 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 boyfriend!" She quickly shoved the two officers aside and hugged Evan. "Evan," she said with a smirked which was quickly answered.

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

"I didn't." He shrugged.

"Of course, you have been out of the game for a while," 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," Evan 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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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 Alex and Scott, to start their sports shop. Then Kitty and Kurt, deciding to go on a date, finally. Then Amara, she still had an island to run, after all. Beast went off to do research for the mysterious Professor X, a fellow thief like themselves who had connections in the government. Bobby would go to Bayville; he heard there were some younger mutants there and felt that it was a bit more his scene for now. Ororo and Logan went off to do God-knows-what. Probably to do something with nature involved. Piotr was the last to leave. He would go to Wanda, and they would wait out Evan's sentence since he had no one to go to. He was sure that Wanda would change that the first chance she got, though.

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Three to six months later.

Piotr leaned against the gate to the prison while eating his big cheese burger; waiting for his friend to come out. He was wearing a black dress shirt, white slacks, and a white jacket with dark sunglasses on. Evan walked up to him, his appearance shaggy and he still had on that same tux as the night of the heist.

"I hope you were the groom," Piotr joked as he threw his burger into the bushes. He hated government facilities.

"John Travolta called, he wants his suit back," Evan replied. They both smirked and walked toward Piotr's car silver Cadillac truck. "Thirteen million and drive this gigantic monstrosity cross-country to pick me up?"

"I blew it all on the Saturday Night Fever suit," Piotr replied seriously. Evan 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." Evan leaned his head in the driver's window toward the back and smirked.

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

"Hi," she replied with a smile. "We need to get Petey a girl." Piotr shook his head. He knew she was going to say that.

"There's a women's prison down the road," Piotr joked as he started the car.

"That's not what I mean and you know it," Wanda replied.

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

"I'll find a way."

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

"I did say that."

"Liar," Evan said.

"Thief," Wanda replied as Piotr rolled his eyes. They were about to get into it, he could tell. Evan smiled and kissed her as Piotr speed down the street. The goon-twins started their own car and followed after them, not knowing how deceptive their prey could be.