A/N Welcome to my heist au (creatively named the Heist)! Pretty much all the characters are laid out in the description and I don't have a lot more to add. This first chapter is sort of more of a prologue to get the ball rolling, but please enjoy!

Christopher Pike strode briskly down a dim hallway. Blurry shadows cut across him and fell harshly against the grey carpet, making the narrow corridor seem darker. Stray trails of lost cigarette smoke drifted aimlessly through the air, curling around Pike's shirt collar, and resting in his hair. The dingy wallpaper was peeling away from the plaster, whether from water damage or sheer age he couldn't tell.

Pike brought a hand to his face and gruffly pushed the smoke away from his nose. He glanced to his left as he passed a door. That was the second one so far. According to the bartender he'd bribed with a few well-placed twenties, the next door was the one he wanted. Pike spared a moment to muse on the fact that such a small bar would have such large back space. Of course he suspected, (and his suspicions usually proved to be correct) that the bar depended on a few… side businesses to supplement its income, and needed the extra space to carry them out inconspicuously.

He broke out of his thoughts as he came to the third door. He placed his hand on the knob, hesitated for the briefest of moments, then twisted it open.

The first thing he noticed was the obscene amount smoke. It hung in the air so thickly that he could hardly see. He coughed and blinked a few times, until the vague outlines morphed into sharper shapes, and finally to people sitting around a table. Well. At least it was clear that this is where the smoke in the hallway had escaped from.

There were maybe eight men staring intently at a poker table. Most of them had cigarettes or cigars dangling from their bottom lips. Pike noted with some surprise that none of them seemed to have noticed his entrance. Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, he moved to the side of the room and quietly observed the game.

By the looks of it, only about two of them were still in the hand, and from the large assortment of chips and bills sitting in the center of the table, Pike assumed that the pot was fairly large. A quick scan of the faces hunched around the table told him that the bartender's information had been good.

A wide grin cracked across the face of one of the players. He was a considerable bit younger than the rest of them. "Well boys, I win again!" he declared triumphantly, spreading his hand down on the table.

The other man who was still in glanced at the younger man's cards, mumbled a few curses under his breath, and threw his own hand down. He picked up the glass beside him and chugged its entire contents. There was a loud crack as he slammed it back against the table.

The first man didn't seem to notice. The smug smirk stayed firmly in place as he raked the considerable pot towards himself. He also failed to notice when a few of the other men at the table started nudging each other and glancing at him.

Pike caught a few of their muttered words. He decided it was time to step in when he saw them begin to stand up. "Jim Kirk?" Pike said, looking at the winner.

The other men at the table turned in surprise, staring at Pike and no doubt wondering when he'd entered the room, but Pike was happy to see that they sat back down.

The young man didn't take his eyes off his winnings. "Who's asking?" he said, placing the chips into neat stacks.

"Christopher Pike. I was an old friend of your father's. Can I talk to you…" Pike glanced at the other men. "Privately?"

Kirk looked up at Pike for the first time. After a moment, he chuckled and went back to his money, this time piling up the bills. "My old man had a lot of friends, not all of whom I would necessarily go into a dark hallway with."

Pike couldn't help the laugh that vibrated through his throat. "Can't say I disagree."

Kirk flipped the bills into his pocket and leaned back in his chair, looking intently at Pike. "So?"

"I have a proposal for you."

The young man stared at him and seemed to consider his offer. Finally, a smile once again flitted across his face. "Jack, I'm out," he said, shoving his chips towards another a man who was currently shuffling the deck.

Pike presumed that Jack was the one running the game.

Jack sighed irritably, but snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray next to him and pulled a wad of cash from his pocket He started peeling off bills, counting out the rest of Kirk's winnings. "Here." He said gruffly, handing them to Kirk.

"Thanks." Kirk flashed him another smug smile before getting up, snagging his glass in the same movement. "That's it for me, gentlemen," he proclaimed, giving a mock bow, careful not to spill his drink. "Good luck to you all."

Something about his teasing tone led Pike to believe that maybe Kirk wasn't as oblivious to the men's feelings as he'd previously thought. A small smile played along his lips. "After you," he said, motioning towards the door.

Kirk nodded politely and exited the room, followed quickly by Pike.

Pike shut the door behind them.

"This better be worth it; I was earning some good money in there," Kirk said, whirling to look at Pike.

Pike let out a snort of laughter. "Sure. Earning."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kirk asked.

"It's not exactly earned if you're cheating your opponents for all they're worth."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Kirk insisted, raising his glass to lips, but before he could take a sip, Pike's hand darted out and grabbed his wrist. Kirk looked at the older man in surprise.

Pike just smiled and reached his free hand up to the edge of Kirk's sleeve and pulled out a card. He flipped it in fingers so he could see it. "Let's see… ace of spades. Tell me again about your honest game," he said, releasing the other man's wrist.

Kirk smiled. "I still earned it. If they're too stupid to notice they're being cheated they don't deserve to keep their money."

"Maybe, but I estimate they were about thirty seconds away from busting your ass. How long do you think it would've taken them to find this?" he asked, holding up the card.

"I could've taken them." Kirk said confidently, and with a jerk of his wrist finished his drink.

Pike shook his head, but he could tell that Kirk was serious. The boy was fearless. That was good. He smiled, as he suddenly felt sure that he'd picked the right man for the job. "I want you to rob a bank for me."

Kirk spluttered on the last of his drink. "You want me to what?" he asked coughing, but then continued without waiting for an answer. "You're crazy."

"I heard you're the best."

"You heard wrong. You have to have done something to be the best. I've never robbed a bank. I can't do it."

"Your father could've."

Kirk refused to look at Pike. "And look where that skill got him."

"Fair enough," Pike said. "But I knew your father well. He was one of the most brilliant men I've ever met. From what I hear, you're a chip off the old block."

Kirk chuckled, looking down at the empty glass in his hands. "Maybe." He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "I still think you're crazy."

Pike shrugged. "Possibly, but I'm also about to be very rich, and I'm offering a way for you to be too." He looked down at the bills sticking out of Kirk's pocket. "It's a step up from cheating a few hundred bucks off couple of idiots in a backwater bar," he pointed out.

Again, Kirk laughed. He looked up and asked, "Supposing I took your offer, what would it entail?"

"I've assembled a team of everyone we should need to pull off a bank heist, but I still need a leader. A mastermind if you will."

"You're crazier than I thought if you think that's me."

"I do," Pike answered curtly.

"Fine. But if I take your offer, I have one condition."

Pike raised an eyebrow.

"I never work a job without Bones."

"Bones?"

"Uh, Doctor Leonard McCoy," Kirk quickly amended.

"I fail to see why we'll need a doctor…" Pike said.

"He's more than that. He's gotten me out of more than a few tight scrapes."

"Fine. Be at this address the day after tomorrow at three to meet the team. Bring Doctor McCoy," Pike said, handing him a small white business card.

Kirk took it and flipped it in his fingers to read the address. Pike started to turn away, but the younger man stopped him. "This doesn't mean I accept the job."

A smirk appeared across Pike's lips. "No of course not."

With that he turned and strolled out of the bar, leaving Kirk staring at the card, and with any luck, contemplating the offer.

A/N WHat did you guys think? Please leave any reviews and like and that sort of thing. I have a plot line in my head but this is the only thing I have written yet. I will decide whether or not to continue based on the response to this chapter. Thanks so much!