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H50/Oceans Fic: The Break-Even Point 6/6

January 28th, 2011 (03:16 pm)




The apartment is too small. Grace's things take up the entire nursery and spill into every nook of the place. Turk trips over baby blankets and sits on rattles and once even uses a box of diapers as an ottoman for three weeks until he realizes it's cardboard.

At three AM, when Grace is crying for reasons no one can discern, Rachel looks at the ceiling and moans. "This proves it. She really is your daughter."

Turk snorts. "I'm sorry, was there doubt about it?"

She laughs, burying her head under a pillow. "What's wrong with her?"

Turk closes his eyes and drowses while he answers. "She fed?"

Rachel unburies herself. "Completely."


"With diaper cream."

"Too hot?"

"It's 70 degrees, right on the nose," Rachel reports.

Grace cries again, louder now.

"Maybe she needs to be held," Turk suggests.

"I held her for an hour," Rachel says. "I can't take it anymore."

"They say sometimes babies just cry," Turk says, because he read it in a book. "We're not bad parents for letting her cry it out."

"I know," Rachel says.

It's hard not to feel guilty, but it's 3 AM and Turk hasn't gotten a full night's sleep in four months. He finds himself drifting, the sound of Grace's nightly crying fit fading into his consciousness.

There's a sudden pounding at the wall and Rachel groans.

Turk sits up, annoyed and pounds back. "We've got a baby, you moron!" he yells.

The pounding picks up; Grace's wails reach a new pitch.

Rachel rolls onto his stomach. "We've got to move," she says. Then she looks at Turk with a devilish smile. "Your turn."

The problem is, Rachel's right. About both.

And Turk just hopes he can remember that in two hours when he has to wake up to go to work.


Mama Donnelly watches Grace as they go house hunting. Rachel has a list of places, each more impossible to afford than the last.

"You do remember that we have to buy food, don't you?" Turk asks.

Rachel looks around at the master suite they're standing in. It's bigger than their entire apartment and he's pretty sure that not even Rachel would ever have enough clothes to fill the walk-in closet.

"It's nice," Rachel says.

"Yeah, nice," Turk agrees. "And would put us completely in debt."

"It would stretch the budget a little," she conceded.

"Honey, stretching is an extra hundred a month. Maybe two. This," he says, gesturing to the house around him, "would rip the budget to shreds. There'd be nothing left. After the payment, we'd have about two dollars to both feed and clothe Grace, which, I'm not sure about you, but I'm thinking is not such a good idea since, you know, I'd like our daughter to grow up."

Rachel stiffens, and Turk recognizes her hurt stubbornness. "You try finding a house in our price range in this neighborhood."

Turk meanders to the windows and looks down the street. Each house is bigger than the last. He snorts. "Well, maybe we're in the wrong neighborhood," he says. Then he turns back to Rachel. "Is this really where you see us?"

She crosses her arms of her chest and juts her chin. "And you think you can do better?"

Turk grins, tilting his head. "Babe, I know I can."


To Rachel's credit, house hunting is easier said than done. Turk is first overwhelmed by the number of properties on the market and then discouraged by how few homes on the market are affordable and not completely dilapidated.

He comes up with a list, though, and when he takes Rachel through, she looks less impressed with each one. But the last one, a 1910 bungalow in a middling neighborhood. It's a bit rundown, but the bones are solid and it has the space they need.

"It could work," he says, rubbing his hand on the woodwork on the staircase.

Rachel looks uncertain. "It needs work."

"And we'll do the work," Turk says.

"I don't know," Rachel says.

"Come on," Turk cajoles. "Think about it. The couch and chairs around the fireplace. Some family photos on the wall. Put a rug down for Grace and tummy time. We can get some shelves over there for storage." He moves around the room, pointing to the various features. "And the sunroom - it will be perfect for an office, a place for you to get away from things. And we'll have a big dining room table, lots of room to entertain." He stops and shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. He can almost see it now. "Patch the drywall, sand the floors. Some paint, some polish." He stops, looks at her. "We can do it."

She's not looking at the house, but she's looking at him. Watching him, her eyes narrowed. She shakes her head. "You believe that, don't you?"

He moves closer to her, putting his arms around her waist. It's not that he really wants this house, because he's not actually sure he wants to spend the next thirty years paying off this piece of crap house, especially not when he knows he has enough stashed away to put down on this thing and put it out of its misery. But he can see it, he can see all of it. He can see Rachel on the living room rug with Grace by her side; Rachel waking up in the morning, rolling over in bed; Grace playing on her bedroom floor, toys strewn all about; himself in the kitchen making pancakes on Saturday mornings.

He can see it. And it's the right choice.

He pulls her closer, dropping his forehead to hers. "Yeah," he says. "I really do."

She sighs and lets him kiss her. "Okay," she says.

"Okay?" he asks.

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Okay."


This is life.

The day starts early with Grace's schedule. They take turns watching her as they get ready for work, Turk getting her dressed and changed while Rachel showers; Rachel feeding her breakfast when Danny takes his turn in the bathroom. Turk drops Grace off at Mama Donnelly's before work, spending five minutes to bestow kisses and hugs, and remind Mama Donnelly for the fiftieth time how she likes her bottle in the mid-morning.

Rachel picks Grace up and they're ready for dinner when Turk finally comes home. In the evenings, they relax together, and Turk tries to find new ways to make Grace giggle while Rachel checks her email. When Grace goes down for bedtime, he and Rachel fall into silent patterns side by side, watching TV, reading, making love.

On weekends, Turk works on the house, finishing projects and starting new ones. Rachel has to work a little and Grace learns to crawl on the freshly stained hardwood in the sunroom.

It's a simple life, a far cry from Vegas casinos and heists. Somehow, the long days in Salt Lake City, growing up with nothing to do except trouble seem just as far.

But Turk's found the one thing you can't inherit from your family and the one thing you can't steal.


And Turk wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.


The thing with being on a job, is that he was always ready for anything. It's hard to ever be truly comfortable when working a job, and there's always a tickle of doubt in the back of your mind. This keeps you aware and alert. Ready for the worst.

Turk's been playing this job long enough, though, that he doesn't have any of that. There is no doubt, no tickle. This makes him happier than he's ever been in his entire life.

So when the bottom falls out, it hits him like a punch in the gut.

He thinks in the years after, he should have seen it coming. If he had remembered that it was a lie, he could have seen it coming.

But he doesn't. Turk's crossed the line, slipped from criminality to normalcy, and he has to face the fact that he's just another dumb schmuck working nine to five trying to make his mortgage payments.

Danny Ocean would have seen this coming. Rusty Ryan would have seen this coming. All of them, every last one - because it's a creed in their line of work: easy come, easy go, and the trick of playing the odds is knowing when to let it ride and when to cut. The reason casinos make money, the reason gamblers are always broke, is because most men don't know when to walk away.

But Turk stops looking for his out. He doesn't have an exit strategy. He has a life and if it can make him happy, it can take him apart.

He should have seen this coming.


It's a normal arrest. He and Jason have a suspect in a murder.

"Do you think we'll be home early today?" Jason asks as they pull up to the building.

"What," Turk jokes. "Hot date?"

Jason kills the engine and piles out. "I'd just like some extra time with my wife is all."

Turk gets out too and they walk together toward the house. It's got peeling white paint and one of the front windows is boarded over. "She hitting you up for a baby yet?" he asks. He looks at Jason. "She's been pretty avid in babysitting Grace."

Jason rolls his eyes. "Ha ha," he says as they move up the walkway. "It'd just be nice to be home."

Turk can't disagree with that, and they knock on the door, pulling to the sides as Jason clearly identifies who they are.

There's a scuffle inside, and Turk draws his gun. He nods to Jason, who has his gun up, too. Turk moves around, jumping off the porch and running around the back. Jason knocks again with another yell, and as Turk rounds the back, he hears the sound of a door being kicked open.

By the time Turk gets to the back, the sound of gunfire echoes through the air and he swears he can smell the discharge of hot metal. The back door flies open at him and Turk barely has time to think twice before he sees the gun swinging at him.

The suspect's gun goes off, and Turk feels a burning in his leg, but he doesn't let it register.

Instead, he fires - once, twice - and the suspect falls.

For a moment, he stands there, heart pounding, the rush of adrenaline so strong it almost makes him sick. His leg throbs, but distantly, and he looks down at the blood in something of disbelief. He leg threatens to give out, but Turk doesn't know how to let himself fall, and he looks back at the house instead.

But the world's not standing still, he realizes, and it occurs to him that Jason would never give up pursuit like that, not unless...

He doesn't finish the thought.

He's running now, sprinting with a hobbling gait. He bangs through the back door, stumbling through the kitchen. The place is a mess, dim and hazy, but when he gets to the front room, the scene is clear.

Jason's on the ground, sprawled on his back. There's blood on his shirt and his gun is on the floor and Turk comes up short, forgetting how to breathe.

In his mind, Jason is still asking, do you think we'll be home early.

And Turk doesn't know if he wants the answer to be yes or no.


It happens quickly. Turk calls for backup, and hears the sirens as he puts pressure on Jason's wound. Another unit shows up to secure the scene, paramedics not far behind.

They pull him aside, and it's not until someone puts pressure on his leg that he remembers he's been shot.

"Looks like you missed the femoral artery," an EMT tells him, looking studiously at his wound. "And you wouldn't be moving if it hit bone."

This is supposed to be good news, Turk can tell, but he casts a sideways glance at Jason, being loaded on a gurney and whisked outside. His face is pale, chest stained red where they cut away his shirt.

"What about my partner?" Turk asks.

The EMT looks at him, then glances back at his leg. "Let's just focus on you for now."

Turk's told enough lies in his life, that he knows how to recognize them. He just has to wonder if the ones he spins sound as hollow as this.

It's hard to think about, hard to think about Rachel and Grace and Jason being treated like he is now, and the world tilts and he gasps.

The EMT is talking to him still, but Turk's stopped listening and the world tunnels out and he just gives in.


Turk wakes up in the ambulance, and it doesn't really hurt. He's still awake in the emergency room, where he's stripped and stitched.

"It was in and out," the doctor tells him. "Doesn't seem to be any significant damage. We've given you some blood to make up for the amount you lost, but with some time and rest, you're going to be just fine."

With some time, Turk thinks. He tries to remember how much time he's taken. Tries to remember when he started to be Danny Williams and left Turk Malloy behind. Tries to remember when he stopped lying to everyone around him and just started lying to himself. Tries to remember.

He can't. Turk can't remember anything. When they give him a sedative, he lets himself sleep instead.


When they transfer him to a room, he asks about Jason. He's on Jason's emergency contact list, so the doctor is forthcoming. "He's in surgery now," she says. "They need to get the bleeding under control and deal with the damage to his kidney."

"Is he going to be okay?" Turk asks.

She smiles, squeezes his arm. "We'll have to see how the surgery goes," she says. "But he's lucky to have people like you - his family to support him. That makes all the difference."

Turk wants to believe it. He wants to believe it so badly. Because he realizes now, he can't pull out, not even if he wants to. It scares the crap out of him to be playing with stakes that matter, but with everything on the line, the risk of folding is worse than banking it all on one last hand.

Jason is his partner. Jason is his brother, not like Virgil, but close enough. Turk knows that reality is mostly perception, and the fact is he doesn't know how to separate Danny Williams from Turk Malloy anymore. The lines are blurred and the guise is deeper than the reality. He's not one or the other, but he's a little of both.

I bet you can't hold a real job.

Years later, Turk's answer is still the same.

He doesn't need to bet. Because he's seen his brother bet and raised him a family and a life, and Turk's has to bank on that until the end.


He's so preoccupied with Jason, that Turk doesn't think to call Rachel until he hears her in the hall.

"I don't care about your procedure!" she yells. "My husband is in this hospital and no one will tell me if he's alive or dead or serious maimed or whatever, so I don't care about your damn procedure!"

When a nurse finally shows her Danny's room, she stands in the doorway for a moment, looking at him before her face scrunches with tears. "Oh, God, Daniel," she breathes. She moves forward, lacing her arms around him, burying her head in his shoulder.

"Hey," he murmurs, trying to wrangle his arms around her despite his IVs. "I'm okay. It's okay."

She takes a shuddering breath, and Turk feels her tears on his neck.

Then, abruptly, she pulls away, swatting him hard in the arm.

Turk protests, surprised. "Hey!"

"I thought you were dead!"

"So you're hitting me?" Turk asks incredulously.

"For scaring me like that!" she exclaims. She shakes her head. "I mean, have you not heard of a phone? I know you have one because I bought you one for Christmas. If a phone call is too much, a simple text-"

"You know I can't work that thing," he says.

She blows out a breath. "I don't care about your goofy thumbs or your inexplicable aversion to modern technology, I just care about knowing you're alive."

"A lot was just happening-"

"Really?" she asks pointedly. "Well, it's not exactly been an easy morning from me getting a call from the hospital telling me to come right away. They wouldn't tell me anything else, and the entire drive I was trying not to think about all the ways you could be dead and how I was going to raise Grace on my own and-"

Her voice cuts off, stunted by a sob, and Turk feels his heart lurch. She's worked up and trying not to cry, so he holds his arms out and pulls her to him.

Rachel resists for a moment, then melts, sobbing into his arms right there on the hospital bed.


Turk is discharged two days later, and Jason is awake by the time he leaves. He's weak but smiling on the hospital bed when Turk visits him.

"It's nothing," Jason assures him.

"You took a bullet," Turk says. "Scared the crap out of me."

Jason huffs weakly. "If I had known how easy this was, I wouldn't have doted on you so much when you took one."

Turk laughs. "Lucky me, then," he says, and looking at his best friend awake and breathing, he knows that much is true.


Little things change. Grace starts walking and then she's talking. Jason gets back to work and Holly gets pregnant. Turk's never been more aware of his gun and he pulls it more often than he probably should, but sometimes when he hears a sound, he thinks of Jason bleeding on the ground, and he really can't help himself.

Turk's not the only one on edge. He sees Rachel watching him from the window when he pulls in at night, and she hugs him a little longer before work each morning. When Turk talks about the job, she gets uncomfortable and sometimes it makes her mad.

"You never make an effort with me anymore," she sighs at night, pulling away from him under the covers.

Turk frowns. "I thought we were just talking."

She eyes him critically. "Your idea of foreplay is telling me about how to cuff someone," she says. "I married a man, not a cop."

"You married both," he says. "I thought you knew that."

She sighs again, and rolls over.

"Rachel," he says.

"Go to bed, Danny," she says. "We've both had longs days."

He stares at her a minute longer, trying to think of something to say. When he comes up with nothing, he turns off the light.


And then they fight.

He comes home late. Dinner is cold on the table.

"I just had to finish up with the suspect," Turk explains.

"You give your best to criminals and scoundrels, and leave us with your leftovers!"

"It's not like that," Turk says back, frustrated.

She slams her dishrag on the table and stalks out of the kitchen. "Well, it certainly feels like it."


The problem is, it's easy to charm someone for a day. Turk can even pull off weeks and months. But as the months disappear into years, somehow it just gets harder.

Not that Turk doesn't try, but he's already made himself into someone different once, and no matter how hard Rachel wants him to try again, he just can't.

"I can't take it," she says, throwing her hands up. "This job, this lifestyle - it's too much."

"I can pick up extra shifts, get some more money," Turk offers, and for the first time in what feels like years, he thinks about the money he has stashed away. "We can buy a nicer house."

"It's not about the house," Rachel explodes back.

Turk flails his hands. "Then what is it about?"

"The job, Danny," she says. "It's about the job. The hours, the stress, the danger - I can't do this. I wasn't meant to do this."

And that's the breaking point, because it's the one thing Rachel can't do and it's the only thing Turk can do, and no matter how much they love each other, it's an impasse they'll never put behind them.


When Rachel serves him with papers, Turk isn't surprised, but it hurts him all the same. They fight and he rants and she raves but it doesn't change anything.

She gets custody of Grace, and it's not even a year later and she's dating again.

When Danny gets news of her engagement, he's still working his ass off as a detective with Jason by his side, and trying to figure out what sacrifices were worth what in the end.


When he moves out for good, Turk finds a box in the closet. He recognizes Virgil's handwriting and inside he finds the wedding gift. The broken relic seems lonely now, not a cherished momento of how far he's come, but sullen reminders of what he's failed. The note taunts him now.

We made a bet. Looks like I lost.

Only now, it looks like Virgil just cashed out too soon.

Turk has to wonder now, if maybe he did, too.

He takes the plaque off the wall on the way out and packs it in a box and puts it Mama Donnelly's attic, because he has no other place for it to go.


Turk's a survivor. He keeps going. Jason and Holly let him stay as long as he needs, even with the birth of their son, and Jason's mom insists on him moving in. Turk normally doesn't like charity, but this feels like family, and Turk needs that now.

Plus, it's better for Grace. She loves Jason, and calls his mother Grandma. Even without Rachel, Turk still has a family, still has a life, still has a job.

He thinks, he can do this. For Grace. He can do this and thrive.

Until Rachel tells him she's moving to Hawaii.

"Not with Grace you're not," Turk tells her definitively.

"I already talked to my lawyer," she says. "I'm sorry, but I have primary custody."

"Primary custody my ass," Turk says. "I share custody."

Rachel's expression darkens. "Oh, and how are you going to watch her while pulling twelve hour shifts? How will you pick her up from school?"

"I can hire a nanny," Turk shoots back. "It works for you and Stanley."

Her face turns red. "Then you can fight me in court," she says, and she storms out.

"Don't worry," Danny calls after her. "I will!"


Turk hasn't fought hard for a lot in his life, and nothing compares to the fight he puts up for Rachel. He expends all his finances on the best lawyer he can find, and he uses all his free time trying to make a case for why Rachel shouldn't be allowed to move so far with his daughter.

He makes a good, impassioned argument, but Turk should have known, he can't win them all.

This is the only one that matters, and he can't win it. He's put it all on the line, and come up short, and when the ruling gives Rachel the go ahead to move with Grace in tow, it feels like he's been shot all over again.

It feels like he's been shot, like his cover's been blown, like he's reading his own obituary. It feels like all of that and more, because this time, he's losing Grace.

Turk's lost some important things, but he's never lost something like this.


Grace moves on a Tuesday. He takes the entire week before off, and spends every moment with her. He takes her to the city and they go to the museums. He takes her to the zoo and buys her hot dogs and cotton candy. They see a baseball game and he buys her anything she wants.

It's a desperate week, trying to fit a lifetime into the fleeting moments he has with his daughter.

When she gets on the plane, he stands in the terminal and watches it until it's gone. He watches the sky a long time after, trying to understand the loss, trying to understand anything.

He wonders, if he had known this, if he would have picked the job over Rachel. If he would have moved to New Jersey. If he would have killed Turk Malloy. If he would have taken Virgil's bet at all.

Because the problem with really living is that you risk really losing. Turk Malloy could never lose because he never had anything worth betting.

And no matter how much it hurts, Turk doesn't think he could give any of it up, not even knowing the end. Because the in betweens mattered. They mattered so much.

Which is what makes what comes after so hard.

He drives home alone, and turns off his cell phone. He locks his room and shuts off the lights and sleeps until morning. When he wakes up, Grace is still gone and he still has a job to do, but for the first time since he started this, it doesn't seem worth it.


Life is quiet. Jason does his best to distract him and Mama Donnelly does the best she can to pamper him. But it's a losing battle, and Turk feels like he did all those years ago on his brother's couch: directionless and lonely.

In all the years since he started this con, it's never felt as fake as it does now.


Turk's not sure how Danny knows, but it's Danny so Turk really isn't surprised.

The call is from R. Kelty this time, but Turk knows the voice all the same. "I heard you might be in the market for a change," R. Kelty says.

Turk shifts silently, his gut churning. He's said no for so long, that somehow the idea of saying yes still scares him

But Rachel's married to Stanley and Grace is in Hawaii, so Turk knows that the odds are that he doesn't have much left to lose. "Maybe," he says finally. "What did you have in mind?"


This time Danny's with Linus, who somehow still looks like the same baby faced kid.

"It's a job in upstate New York," Linus says. "I've got this - we've got this - contact there-"

"He wants us to get something that once belonged to him," Danny finishes concretely.

Turk's too tired to put up many pretenses and he's been a cop too long not to ask the obvious. "And he's not calling the cops because?"

Linus glances at Danny. Danny doesn't flinch.

Linus shrugs a little. "It sort of wasn't his to begin with," he says.

"Ah," Turk says. "A thief who got robbed."

"He tracked down who did it, but can't report it to the proper authorities without the status of the piece getting pinged," Danny explains. "He wants us to come, lift the piece, and take whatever else we want to sweeten the pot."

"All stolen goods?" Turk asks.

"From private collections around the world," Danny confirms.

"We're talking six figure draws for each person involved," Linus offers.

Turk thinks about this. "Who do you have on board?"

"Me, Danny," Linus begins. "We think we've got Basher in from England and Livingston's always up for something."

"Yen, Rusty," Danny continues.

"That enough?" Turk asks critically.

"With you, that's seven," Linus points out.

"I think we can do it with seven," Danny says.

"But we do need seven," Linus says.

Danny looks at him, benignly curious. "So are you in?"


Turk takes a weekend. Danny says they'll be in town until Tuesday, so Turk can take his time. On the way back to Jersey, Turk thinks about the first time Danny hired him. Funny, in all those years, Danny hasn't changed. Rusty hasn't either. They are constants, held true in the unyielding current of this world.

Turk could have been like them. Turk could still be working out of Utah, doing what he always did. Turk could have still been stealing cable and blowing cash.

But he's a different man now, and some things are the same, but a lot of it isn't. Time has gone by and it has shaped who Turk is.

It's a choice, not just between crime and respectability, but between making the rules and following them. Between getting ahead and getting by.

Between enduring and living.

This was never Turk's idea, and that's the funniest part to him. That he never would have done this without Virgil, and that he never thought it through any step of the way. He's learned about plans and details, and Turk threw them both away, and so maybe it's no surprise he's ended up where he has.


He's got a new place, at least, but it's smaller and lonelier than his apartment back in Salt Lake. His things are still in boxes and he's stopped concerning himself with anything resembling house cleaning. His books are still at Mama Donnelly's, and he sprung for extended cable for lack of something better to do.

He spends the day after meeting with Danny on the couch. He gets up to take a piss and get a new beer, but not much else. When there's a knock at the door, Turk zones it out.

When Jason is standing right in front of him turning off his TV, it's a little harder to ignore.

"I was watching that," Turk squawks in protest.

Jason rolls his eyes, tossing the remote on a chair. "Really? So what was on?"

Turk opens his mouth to reply, but beyond the flash of lights and the droning sound, Turk doesn't know.

Jason shakes his head. "This is stupid."

Turk glowers at him. "It's not stupid."

"No, it is stupid," Jason says.

Turk sighs, letting his head drop back against the couch. "I do not need another lecture," he says. He lifts his head to look at Jason again. "Every single person in your family and half the NPD have given me this speech."

"That's because we're all worried about you," Jason says.

Turk sighs, holding his hands out. "I'm transitioning, okay? My wife left me, married some little turd, and then took my daughter, the only thing that I had left, all the way to the middle of nowhere."

Jason rolls his eyes again, this time in total disgust. "Oh, please," he says.

Turk shrugs incredulously. "You think I'm being inaccurate?"

"I think you're being a moron."

"How am I being a moron?"

Jason throws his arms out. "How aren't you being a moron?"

"All things considered, I think I'm pretty dead on," Turk says.

"You do?"

"I do."

Jason's posture shifts and he leans forward. "First of all, what the hell are you talking - the only thing you have left? What about me? Holly? Scottie? Or have you forgotten that you're his godfather? And what about Mom? We accepted your pansy ass into our lives long before Rachel was ever in the picture and if you think you're going to get rid of us now just because she bailed, then you're even more of an idiot than I thought."

Turk opens his mouth.

Jason doesn't stop. "Second, transitioning implies going someplace. Doing something. Right now, you're sitting on your ass doing nothing. You're not transitioning, you're decaying, and I'm pretty damn sick of your pity parties all the time."

Turk's jaw drops further.

"Third," Jason continues, unrelenting. "Rachel moved to Hawaii, which contrary to your insistence, is actually an official part of the United States that is very nice."

Turk's eyes may bug.

Jason gives him no chance. "And last of all, you're acting like there's nothing you can do about it except sit around on your ass and act like a friggin' moron, which, really, does make you a friggin' moron, not to mention a pissy best friend and a poor excuse for a partner!"

Turk's mouth closes and he breathes hard through his nose. He looks at Jason, who doesn't waver, hardly even blinks. Swallowing hard, Turk sits tensely. "Are you done?"

Jason's stances eases slightly. "Almost," he says.

"Almost? You mean, you have more? It's not enough to kick me when I'm down, you want to actually run over me with your car? Maybe just dig my grave and then bury me while I'm still breathing, because, you know, my life doesn't suck enough."

Jason looks away, wets his lips. He looks back at Turk, shaking his head. "You don't get it, man."

"No, you don't get it," Turk says, sitting up a little now. His voice sharpens, because this is the reason he's drowned himself in anything but the truth. "Rachel and Grace - they were my world. I did everything for them. I didn't know what being happy was until them, and then Rachel - she took that from me. She took it from me. Because I could cope playing the divorced dad. I could cope with getting every other weekend. But she took Grace to Hawaii. And I don't care if it's the tourist capital of the entire world, it's not here."

Jason shakes his head, almost laughing now. "Yeah, I get all that," he says. "But aren't you forgetting?"

Turk frowns, shaking his head. "Forgetting what? That Rachel screwed me for alimony, too?"

"No, genius," he says. "That even in Hawaii, your so-called hell, there are cops. I mean, I don't want you to leave, but I can't see you like this. I want you to be happy. If being by Grace will make you happy, then put in for a transfer."

Turk can't hear the rest. Can't hear anything. Because he hasn't been looking very hard for a counterargument to Danny's offer, but Jason has given him one nonetheless.

Like most things in Turk's life, the thought doesn't cross his mind until someone else brings it up, and then when they do, it's all he can think about.

There are cops in Hawaii.

It's a revelation.

Rachel left him and moved Grace across the world, but there are cops in Hawaii.


It's been years, and Turk's sitting in his crappy apartment, thinking about the way this all started.

It started as a bet.

A foolish gamble between brothers. Not the first he's made, but in all these years, it sort of looks like it may have been the last.

He started this to prove to Virgil that he could do it, and he found every reason in the world to stay with it. The pay, the stability. Rachel, Grace.

That's all gone now. Rachel's taken Grace to live with Step Stan in some tropical paradise Turk has no desire to see. He grew up in the desert and came to life in this city, and pineapples and crystal blue oceans don't pay like robberies and don't make him human like a badge.

He has visitation rights, of course, but with all the miles between them, it's not like he has much opportunity to use them. Rachel would never know if he's still working as a cop or not, and if he's honest, she no longer has a right to care. Grace's still young enough to believe whatever he tells her, and as long as he shows up with presents, he figures she'll still love him all the same.

In all, Turk has no reason to decline Danny's offer. The pay is good and with that kind of loot, he can buy Grace enough stuff to make sure she won't forget him no matter where he's living. He's proven his point - proved it years ago - and so maybe it's time to stop trying to hard and live the good life.

It's a no-brainer, really. Working with the best of the best, with no strings attached. Turk knows he should say yes.

So he's not sure why he can't make the call.

Because he's sitting there, in his crappy apartment, surrounding by all the things he's built. It's not a lot, really, not for the time and effort he's put into it, but it's still stuff that matters. Pictures of Grace. A commendation from his captain. His badge and gun. Memorabilia from the ball games with the guys from the precinct.

Danny Williams matters to people. If he takes Danny Ocean's call, they'll miss him. They'll know he's gone.

In all his years out of the game, he's only gotten calls for gigs and subtle check-ins from Ocean's team. There's making a buck and making a difference, and if Turk has learned nothing else these last few years, he's learned that much.

Danny Williams is down, but he's not out. He's got some money in his savings account and a support system that will help him. His captain will put in a good word for him, and even Hawaii needs cops.

Turk can follow Danny Ocean and become a rich man, no strings attached.

Or Turk can become Danny Williams, once and for all, and let that take him wherever it will.

It starts as a bet.

It ends as another one. Because Turk doesn't know what life is like in Hawaii and he's got no guarantee that he'll get more visitation if he moves, but one thing he knows is that some risks are worth taking, and the trick is knowing when to bet it all.


NOTE:  There is an awesome follow up fic to this called Tell the Truth (but tell it slant) by moogsthewriter , which everyone should read because it is uncannily brilliant.




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Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 29th, 2011 03:25 pm (UTC)
oceans french

This was one of those fics that seemed to write itself for me--once we started thinking about these two characters together, the transition just seemed natural.

Anyway, thank you :)

Posted by: Karen (heavens_stars)
Posted at: January 29th, 2011 04:53 am (UTC)
alice - lost little girl

Wow, this was such an amazing read. I love the fusion of the two universes, and the build up and transition from Turk Malloy to Danny Williams. This is a great characterization of all the cast, but especially Turk/Danny. I could really see how he moved from criminal to cop. Thank you so much for writing this, and sharing the story with us.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 29th, 2011 03:26 pm (UTC)
turk wins

It was remarkable to me how naturally these two universes blended together. I'm glad the characterization worked :)

Thank you for reviewing!

(And I really like your icon!)

Posted by: Cedara (cedara)
Posted at: January 29th, 2011 02:43 pm (UTC)

Now I have to get me a copy of Ocean's Eleven.

(Yes, I haven't watched it yet.)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 29th, 2011 03:27 pm (UTC)
turk waiter

You should totally get a copy of Ocean's Eleven. Scott Caan's part is a bit on the small side, but he really does steal the scenes he's in and the rest of the movie is pretty entertaining.

(As an FYI, Target and Best Buy both sell combined discs with the entire trilogy for about 10 bucks. That's the version I have and it works quite well.)


Posted by: seraphina_snape (seraphina_snape)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)
H5-0_ McDanno

This was amazing. ♥

~ sera

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
hawaii family

Thank you so much :)

Posted by: jayj530 (jayj530)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 02:18 am (UTC)

I've seen a few people do cross-overs between H50 and Oceans but this is the firt time I've read one that really works. This was so, so good and I loved how true it was to both Turk and Danny. Excellent work and I hope you'll write some more in this universe.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 08:59 pm (UTC)
turk 15 minutes

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! There are definitely plans to continue this verse, so I'm glad you're interested :) Thanks!

Posted by: Anna (wolwiegirl3)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 04:33 am (UTC)

I'm not sure I can come up with much more than in my last comment, but in short, I have been smacked in the head. Over and over again. It sounds so right, I'm just going to expect the Ocean team to show up in Hawaii. *Mumble* maybetoconstepstan *mumble* . I really, really, really, really ( I cannot put to much emphasize on it) hope you will write more about it. I would love to see more of Turk/Virgil annual reunions (because it's still going on, right ? right ? ), with maybe some family coming on vacations in Hawaii ? *wink wink*. That makes me wondering : what about Grace ? does she knows about her uncle and cousins ? If not, how Turk/Danny deals with it ?
It fits so perfectly with canon that now, I just know that Turk finally decided the hell with it and touched a little bit of the money for the camaro (which is kind a wedding gift to Steve, when you think of it XD). Moreover, I know that I'm going to be disappointed by Danny's brother on the show because he isn't Virgil ><
Anyway, what I'm trying to say here, in a very confuse way, is THANK YOU for the ride, it was awesome !!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 03:24 pm (UTC)
turk wins

There are plans to continue this. In fact, there is a sequel up by Moogsthewriter called Tell the truth (but tell it slant). And together we have a fairly large project planned that introduces the H50 team to the Ocean team. So I'm very glad there's interest in it :)

Posted by: Lali Lewicki (lali_lewicki)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 04:39 am (UTC)

This took me the longest time to read (and I'll explain it in a minute how that IS a compliment), it just that my usual reading style of sometimes skipping a few words and anxiously scrolling down for the good parts wasn't going to cut it for this one. This had to be read calmly (stopping once to see a youtube video os some scenes in Ocean's Eleven just to remind myself how much I like these characters and to see Scott Caan again), and I truly savored every single word you wrote.

The thing I found most amazing in this, though, was the transformation of one Turk Malloy, conman extraordinaire, into Detective Danny Williams, tie-wearing father with an interesting need to express himself through ring tones. I was able to see everything that makes Danny, Danny integrate itself into Turk. From the clothes and hairstyle, to separating his contacts by Frank Sinatra and Bon Jovi, to learning how to speak Jersey, with his hands and in long rants (Danny seems to live by the motto of: if you're still not out of breath, you still have something more to say), his unusual preference for crappy apartments, why he just won't take the money he rightfully stole, why he chooses Danny as a name for himself (and aren't we all thankful he didn't pick Reggie after all?). His adoration for Grace, his heartbroken love for Rachel, his decision to move to Hawaii.

And he really starts off as Turk, wasting time and money with cars he won't fix, lounging on his brother's couch, stealing cable and internet because he can't be bothered to pay a bill, not because he doesn't have the money, living for the cons and conning for a living.

Summing it up, character development was nothing short of amazing in this piece. You wrote it beautifully, I can only hope you're not done meddling with this universe yet.

I'm a really big fan of both franchises, as in I've been reading Ocean's Eleven fanfics since I first watched the movie and I'm completely involved in Hawaii Five-0 since my friend gave me the first three episodes in a flash drive, told me to watch it and in one boring night, my internet was down and I did watch it, all three of them and every single episode since. Usually in the Ocean's fandom, I'm a bigger fan of Linus, because I may or may not have a crush on Matt Damon and because I could never remember who was Virgil and who was Turk (though now, I sure do remember). But now, since I may or may not have a crush now on Scott Caan, Turk has unexpectedly grown on me, so I would be REALLY willing to read more fanfics in this universe.

I mean, you wouldn't even have to ask me twice. Or once, for that matter, just an update notification and I'd be all set. Anyway, what I mean after this really long and unnecessary comment is: the fic is awesome, great job, would love to read more.

But I really like talking, even if I'm just filling empty space. And I really wanted to express myself fully on how I liked this.

I'll end this now before you ask for a restraining order. :D (the trick is finishing it all up with a smiley face!)

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 03:27 pm (UTC)
turk waiter

LOL. The smiley is a powerful thing indeed :)

But seriously, your review makes me smile. It was remarkable to me that once I had the idea for this crossover, a lot of the details just wrote themselves. It all just came together in a way that made me think it was meant to be.

I had seen the Oceans trilogy before, but when I found Scott Caan on H50, I got intrigued enough to go back and watch them with fresh eyes. And promptly became very obsessed--not just with Scott/Turk, but with the entire franchise. So it's been so fun to write this.

And there are plans to continue. There is a sequel by Moogsthewriter linked in my master post and we have a joint fic planned that introduces more of both casts together.

In all, thank you :)

Posted by: verob2002 (verob2002)
Posted at: April 5th, 2011 06:12 am (UTC)

Posted by: Miss Otis regrets she is unable to lunch today... (gershwhen)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 06:45 am (UTC)
Hawaii5 0  Danny

Very interesting character study. It was good to seem the transition from Turk to Danny. My only disappointment was that I thought the Oceans' crew would show up in Hawaii and I was waiting to see that all play out. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 03:28 pm (UTC)
danny steve walk

Well, I had to finish the fic somewhere. There are definitely plans to continue this with more mingling of the casts. Thanks!

Posted by: Rina (rina9294)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 12:16 pm (UTC)
Turk back

Wow, what a beautiful, well-paced story! The transition in voice as Turk's mindset evolved and changed was perfect, keeping him the same even as he developed into the mindset that he has as Danny. The fact that the transition wasn't easy for him made it all the better. Thanks so much for writing this!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 03:29 pm (UTC)
turk 15 minutes

I'm so glad it seemed in character for both Turk and Danny. Writing that evolution just really seemed to flow for me, so I'm glad it worked for you, too :)


Posted by: Doctor Science (mecurtin)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 04:17 pm (UTC)

Wow, did I stay up too late last night. Wow, was it worth it.

What I particularly admire is how much of Danny's canon characterization you explain, in way better than future canon is likely to.

For instance, his accent. As my NJ-born kid says, "but he's got all those *consonants* in the middle of words!" (Many natives pronounce the name of the state capitol as "Treh'uh")

And I've been pondering canon!Danny's word choices, how many "five-dollar words" he uses, and what kind of family/educational background he might come from. But your idea that he was self-book-taught as an adult, that makes perfect sense, *that* I can believe.

And the breakup with Rachel, how much it's about the money and how much it's not -- foreshadowed by the too-expensive wedding -- that is also very good. For me, there's a weakness there in that Rachel doesn't seem to have a job, and conflicts over her work/money aren't involved. Yet the fact that she's an immigrant in the NYC area from LSE strongly suggests that she's in the financial industry, which implies a different set of money stresses in their marriage than what you show.

But I keep thinking of things in canon!Danny that your backstory explains -- like how when Steve asks, "Where do people from Jersey take vacations?" Danny doesn't *immediately* answer, "Down the Shore, duh!" His ambivalence about the ocean in general, in fact, is not very Jersey: we're a state with a *lot* of shoreline, and even surfing. Why, it's almost as though Danny really didn't grow up there ...

And the way Danny keeps saying "Grace is my life" -- when he also talks about his family, etc., back in Jersey. It makes much more sense for Turk!Danny to be *utterly* focussed on Grace, because she's the only blood relative he sees more than once a year, and she embodies everything that's good about his new life.

This is a great achievement. I'm starting to wonder if TPTB are dropping breadcrumbs leading toward canon!Danny coming from a family with criminal elements, so that what you've picked up for Turk!Danny is actually what they have in mind. Even if they have some other plan, as far as I'm concerned *you've* set the bar for what they have to live up to.

I see that you've written quite a bit of H50 I haven't seen before. Have you thought about uploading your stuff to AO3 for wider distribution? I can get you a code if you're interested -- you deserve to be widely read!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 03:32 pm (UTC)
danny steve bust

Sorry for making you stay up late! But I'm glad you found it a worthwhile read.

It was really fascinating to me while writing how much of the characterization just fell into place. There are obvious discrepancies between Turk and Danny, yet so much of Danny can be found in Turk and vice versa. I find your idea interesting--that the writers are working with the notion of something darker in Danny's family--because I can see that as a viable choice based on what we know of him so far.

As for Rachel--I think I kept her pretty vague, and if I had it to do again, I might have explored it a little more. I think ultimately I was trying to keep it focused on Turk/Danny, and some of her characterization simply fell by the wayside.

I actually don't know much of anything about AO3. I've been there one or two times, but don't have much experience with it. What exactly does posting there entail?

Anyway, thank you for your thoughts :)

Posted by: Ridiculously Fanatic (nel_ani)
Posted at: January 30th, 2011 11:49 pm (UTC)
h50 steve/danno sky by faye_dartmouth

This? This was AMAZING. You totally sold me Turk, and I loved his character growth and how he came to be the Danny we know.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 03:33 pm (UTC)
danny doesn't get fired

I'm so glad it worked for you! Thank you :)

Posted by: epic escapist love (chaoticallyclev)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 06:27 am (UTC)
h50 team

Okay, I feel like I need to take a calming breath or something before starting this comment, anyway.
I clicked on this, more than a little intrigued and also wondering how you were going to make this work. And then I was halfway through the first part with this overwhelming feeling of 'yes' as everything was falling perfectly in place. I actually had to stop reading this a few times because it was so enrapturing. which seems contradictory, but i needed a break to just kind of bask in it.
Long story short, I adore this to the point of being ridiculous with it and really can't think of anything else to say except that this is perfect. ♥

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 03:34 pm (UTC)
turk 15 minutes

I'm so glad you liked it! Writing this was such a fun experience, especially since most of the details really just seemed to write themselves. Turk and Danny blend together much better than I expected :)

Anyway, thank you so much :)

Posted by: glam_geek (glam_geek)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 09:35 am (UTC)

This was brilliant. I'm absolutely gobsmacked and I can't coherently sum up my incredibly love for this story.

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 03:35 pm (UTC)
hawaii family

Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it.

Posted by: Zinnith (zinfic)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 11:33 am (UTC)

Wow. This shouldn't work, and yet it does, so perfectly. Excellent times ten!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: January 31st, 2011 03:35 pm (UTC)
oceans french

It was remarkable to me how well it worked--when I got started, most of it just fell into place.

Thank you!

Posted by: Doctor Science (mecurtin)
Posted at: February 2nd, 2011 03:31 am (UTC)
follow-up note

I just came across this EW article:

On his vision for Danno, Caan says, ''I wanted him to be fresh and different, so I actually based my character on a criminal.''
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE. No wonder this worked so well! You didn't make anything up, you *recognized* it!

Posted by: do i dare or do i dare? (faye_dartmouth)
Posted at: February 3rd, 2011 01:14 pm (UTC)
Re: follow-up note
turk 15 minutes

That actually makes a lot of sense :) LOL, though it makes me seem much smarter than I actually am.

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