Lou had just left to go talk to her new business partner about the club which left Debbie all alone in the loft. She was used to it by now, given everyone was extremely busy trying to get everything ready for the move. Today though just seemed off. Her morning routine was off by 10 minutes which made her feel gross. Someone had used all the coffee and forget to replace it, or leave a note saying they were out. She got distracted by joggers running by, which was unusual given their place wasn't near anything, and burnt her eggs. Deb was already fed up with today and it was only 8am.
She finally decided to settle down in her office after her fiasco in the kitchen and read some more books on pregnancy. She was older, 40 to be exact. Her birthday was August 8, 1978. 8 had always been a special number to her because of this, which was a huge part of her plan of using the people she did. She kind of knew Daphne would have to get involved somehow, so it was perfect. They'd have 8. She looked over at the picture of the group that Harry took on New Year's and smiled. Everything was going according to plan. She had everything she ever wanted. She then looked at the manila envelope that she kept at her desk. She sighed as she realized she didn't quite have everything. She was still missing Danny.
She pushed her books out of the way and opened her laptop. She began doing more research on her brother. Nine had set her up with a quick lesson on tracking and hacking into easy places. She went over all the stuff Nine had uncovered about his contact with Tess. After the last heist, Danny and Tess tried to live a civilian lifestyle. Something Tess, like their mother, had always wanted for them. But Danny being an Ocean could never settle. While they never got remarried, they stayed together throughout the entire time.
*buzz buzz*
Deb looked down at her phone and it was a text from Rusty.
RR -> Deb: *We need to meet, Katie's in 30.* Deb texted back.
Deb -> RR: *See you there.* The little whoosh echoed as she sent it. Rusty read the message but left it at that. She didn't get a good feeling about this. She grabbed the manila envelope before heading out of the office and to her and Lou's bedroom. She changed into a pair of light wash jeans, a grey turtleneck, and some black boots. She then grabbed one of Lou's warmer scarves and then grabbed a pair of gloves. She walked out of the loft and down to Katie's.
When she arrived she was met by not only Rusty but Tess too. Tess though was accompanied by someone she had never met before. A pair of dark brown eyes met hers and a smile ran across that person's face that made her heart skip a beat. Her breath escaped her as she realized who's smile that was. It was Danny's smile but on a boy who looked to be about 15 months old. Danny had a child with Tess, which meant those brown eyes and the smile belonged to her nephew.
"Hey Deb," Tess said softly.
"Is that?" Deb asked softly, still not able to find her breath.
"Yes, this is Daniel Jr.," Tess smiled as she looked at her son. Deb couldn't believe it. She had missed the birth of her nephew.
"Come on it's getting cold out here, we can catch up inside," Rusty said. The women both nodded and went inside after Rusty opened the door. Derek closed the shop down so that they could talk in private. Derek didn't know everything that went on in the family but he was close enough to them to know when to get out and when to stay. Before Derek left though, he made them all breakfast and put out a tray of their favorite doughnuts.
"So how did it happen?" Deb asked before she took a bite of her eggs.
"He was on some recognizance mission. He and the boys were planning to swindle some money out of Bitcoin," Tess began. Deb tilted her head when she heard the word bitcoin. Tess blushed slightly as she had forgotten Deb had been locked up for 6 years.
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Ocean's 8 1/2
Hayran KurguDebbie Ocean and Lou Miller's story after Ocean's 8. Life is quiet, simple and good. But for the heist wives it's too mundane, even with just about all the money in the world the two are getting the itch. Not quite a heist to the scale of adding a 9...