Disclaimer: Writing these gets old real quick. You non-writers might think that it's not a big deal but when you've got multiple stories on the go and you have to write a disclaimer on each and every chapter…well you just want to hurt someone. It stings having to admit that you don't own anything more than the computer you typed your fic on and maybe a few cans of soup.

Benedict stared.

Harry stared back.

"You seem to have gained another one since last time Ocean," Terry said curiously as he puffed on his cigar. "At least this one cleans up well, much better than your Jethros."

Harry glared at the man. "Are you always so insulting to those you haven't been introduced to?"

Benedict chuckled. "I wasn't aware that I insulted you. It seems I've been remiss."

"I happen to be fond of the Mallory's. Despite their shortcomings," Harry said stiffly while Rusty smirked at Benedicts expense.

Terry considered him for a moment. "Forgive me. I forgot myself momentarily."

Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You're forgiven."

"May I have the name of the man who defends his absent friends?"

"No." Danny and Rusty said forcefully at the same time.

"No offence Terry," Rusty said.

"But we don't trust you." Danny said bluntly

"So forgive us if we won't make it easier for you to harass one of ours who hasn't maligned you in some way," Rusty finished.

"My name is Harry Potter," Harry said thoughtfully as he ignored Rusty sputtering behind him as well as Danny's quiet groan.

Benedict's eyes narrowed in recognition. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter. I've heard great things about you."

Harry smiled and Benedict had to suppress the need to shudder. "I'm sure you have. Danny, Ryan, would you two be so kind as to wait in the car for me?"

"No."

Danny gave him a look. "You gonna be long?"

Harry turned his smile on him. "Not at all."

- - -

"So Mr. Benedict I'm sure you understand the consequences of what will happen should you continue to badger my associates," Harry said with an easy-going grin.

Benedict frowned. "I know who really stole the egg. You know who really stole the egg."

"Ah, but why would anyone take your word, when I have evidence that clearly shows Toulour stealing it? Along with the photos of the two of you conspiring…. Well it doesn't look all that good for you Mr. Benedict."

"What is it you want from me then Mr. Potter?"

Harry shrugged with a shit eating grin. "Not much. However, if anything were to happen to Ocean's Eleven, or any of their associates who may have helped them in paying you back… well let's just say you wouldn't like the outcome."

"Why are you protecting them?" Benedict asked with a scowl. "What's in it for you?"

"Not a hell of a lot," Harry replied bluntly. "I just don't like your choice of associates. Toulour is an ass. By choosing to work with him you've made a lot of enemies. I just happen to be one of the more powerful ones. Now, do we have an agreement?"

Benedict fiddled with the papers on his desk before pinning him with a dark look. "Fine. All I wanted was my money, you have my word that I won't take any further action against Daniel Ocean or his associates."

"Thank you Mr. Benedict," Harry said with a grin. "I'll show myself out."

- - -

"Wow," Danny breathed in awe later that night. "I think if I didn't love Tess as much as I did, I'd be in love."

"Flattery will get you no where Mr. Ocean," Harry teased as he raised his glass of scotch. "You're not my type."

Danny grinned. "I think I should feel offended."

"Well, if the shoe fits," Reuben jabbed at him playfully.

"So he really agreed to back off?" Frank asked. "Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"Damn," Frank said playfully. "Any chance I can get you to talk to my creditors?"

Harry chuckled before he caught sight of Rusty frowning at the end of the table. "Who shoved a baseball bat up your ass tonight?"

Rusty looked up with glare. "Real mature. Did you stop to think about what Benedict is going to do to you in retaliation? He knows your name now."

The green eyed man cocked an eyebrow. "Hmmm…. No, not really. Besides, my name is what's going to protect me in this instance. He wouldn't dare try anything against me now. He knows if he comes after me I'll make the Bellagio job look like a kid's game."

Rusty swore. "I-"

"We," Danny corrected with a shit eating grin knowing that whatever point Rusty was about to bring up would be shot to smithereens by the green eyed young man.

"Thank you," Rusty said as he rolled his eyes. "We should never have taken you to see him. Did you honestly think that Benedict wouldn't have cameras or recording devices…," he trailed off once he saw Harry's widening grin.

"You mean," Harry paused to take a drink before waving his glass dramatically. "The various technological devices that coincidentally broke down moments before I entered the building? The ones Benedict didn't realize where malfunctioning until five minutes after my departure. Those recording devices?"

"You," Turk said reverently as he got up to kneel before him while the others watched dumbstruck, "are my God."

"Get off the floor dumbass," Virgil rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I can't take you anywhere."

"Shut up asshole," Turk shot back. "I'm worshipping my God here."

Harry sighed contently. "Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?"

"And you let this guy go why?" Danny hissed at Rusty.

Rusty sighed. "I ask myself that everyday."