Okay so this is my first story every that i actually made it onto the site (hoping to get the others) so please don't flame me to bad... but if you do make sure the flames are good cause I like roasting marshmallows =D. My friend asked for a Oceans 11 and Bourne Identity crossover so here we go

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So is it Linus Bourne or Jason Caldwell?

Brooding, bar fights and friggin ninjas

The first thing Danny noticed was how tense the kid was. Not that it was obvious. He was slouched over, on arm propping his chin up while he spun his glass with the other. Bright blue eyes despondently staring into the amber colored whiskey completed the look of an unremarkable young office worker who was looking to get drunk, but Danny could see the way Linus's eyes darted around the room periodically and how he glanced up at every person who walked in. He looked tense but not the kind of tense a person looked after spending eight hours at a desk, no, Linus looked the kind of tense where you about to get into a fight.

"Are you gonna sit down or just stand there?" Linus didn't glance at them but Danny and Rusty knew the younger man was talking to them.

They didn't respond but both sat down, Linus placed his glass down and reached over the bar to grab two beers. He placed them on the bar then went back to swirling the ice. For a couple minutes the only sound was the clink of the ice and the chatter of the other patrons, than unexpectedly, Linus drained his glass his glass, set it down and grabbed a beer for himself.

This caused Rusty to raise an eyebrow, "Trying to get drunk, kid?"

Linus considered it for a second than shook his head slightly, "Trying to forget."

The bitter and dark tone of his response made Danny and Rusty glance at each other over Linus's back.

The bartender, a tall lanky man in his late thirties came over. He had shaggy dark brown hair, bright green eyes and a handsome face. Combine his the tan which showed on his olive toned skin, the scruffy boots, baggy jeans, boldly patterned plaid button down with the sleeves rolled up and 5 o'clock shadow he seemed to be used hard work, but his smile was bright as he came over.

"Hey Matt."

Matt grabbed the empty glass and put it in the sink before leaning up against the cabinets and watching the three customers with an expression of wry amusement.

"What?" Linus finally lifted his head up to glare at the older man, the annoyance showing in his voice and in his eyes was the most emotion that the two older conmen had heard or seen in his usually expressive visage.

"Well, this is the first time I've actually met someone who knows you other than Paz and Kirill, and second, how the hell are you still coherent right now?"

Linus rolled his eyes, "We've been over the second one multiple times, and the first their names are Danny and Rusty, you can talk to them you know, they aren't quite as likely to kill you."

Matt chuckled and left the young man to his brooding, "Sooo… who's Rusty and who's Danny?"

"Rusty Ryan."

"Danny Ocean."

"Ahhh… I've heard of you, I'm Marty Deeks, but call me Matt and I see you already got a beer." Matt looked at Linus for a second as if he was carefully considering something.

"Yes, I am in that bad of a mood." Linus didn't even glance up from his contemplation of the dark wood but he sighed heavily, "And it's about to get worse."

Right as he said that the door opened and two men in black suits walked in. They scanned the room and when they saw the little group at the bar they hurried over. Everything from their haircuts to their shoes to the darkly tinted sunglasses still on their faces screamed government and the look was obviously supposed to be intimidating.

As they got closer the man on the right, he had light brown hair, was taller and leaner than his companion and had a slight tan spoke, "Sir, I need you to come with us."

Linus groaned and turned to face them, "And what if I say no?"

The other man, who had light blond hair, was shorter but more built and had a deeper tan answered, "We have been given authority to use as much force as necessary."

"Oh that's fabulous!" Linus rolled his eyes but didn't move from his seat.

"We have been authorized to use lethal force, we don't want to resort to that for fear of a repeat of Maria…" The blond trailed off with a not-too-subtle glance in the direction of Danny, then Rusty and finally Matt.

That comment and the underlying threat seemed to set Linus off, he jumped up suddenly his face perfectly blank, "Go ahead, try. I dare you."

"Kid…" Rusty warned as he watched the younger man challenge the government men. Linus was shorter then both and lanky. Not much muscle and no experience fighting. They couldn't even figure out why the government wanted Linus.

The taller man lunged forward in an attempt to tackle Linus but suddenly the pickpocket wasn't there, he had jumped over the men and was now behind him. Before anyone could fully process this change Linus swept the taller man's legs out from underneath him and the man stumbled to the ground. Seeing his companion go down in such a manner the blond suit threw a punch at Linus, who in turn grabbed the man's wrist as it came towards him, turned away so his back as facing the blond and flipped him over his shoulder, onto the top of the counter where he lay unconscious. During this time the taller suit had gotten up and his fist connected with the side of Linus's head. Linus barely stumbled before he countered with a kick to the man's chest. Said man went crashing into the counter and lay still. It was quiet for a moment the Linus looked at his now broken beer and then at the unconscious form that had broken in, "He's paying for that beer."

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Kebakira
QK (sideways ninja!)