Hello again everyone! This is a little short story based off of work by BoringRaccoon on Deviantart. I do not own any of these characters and the Sly Cooper universe belongs to Sony/Sanzaru. For those of you who do not like fanfiction based on fictional offspring rather than Sly himself then you may not wish to proceed. Please read, review and enjoy!

The cat, the wolf and the raccoon

Chapter 1: The Cat

It was a dark winter's night in the city of London. The streets were mostly empty, as it was already midnight and a chill wind blew through the air. Suddenly, a silhouette flashed across the Parisian rooftops. Jumping and swinging, the hooded figure made their way across the darkened city before abruptly halting atop the London museum of art. Slipping through a window conveniently unlocked, the figure knelt in the shadows and lowered its hood. A slit of light revealed the figure to be a female raccoon with some white markings. Nicole Cooper, heir of the Cooper legacy, hid in the shadows and quietly used her binocucom to contact home base.

"So Conner, where is the forged Monet work that I'm supposed to steal?" Nicole asked in a soft whisper.

"It's on the second floor, the first gallery to the right. Hugo has already disabled the majority of the security around it, with the exception of some laser alarms surrounding it, and has taken out most of the guards, so you should be home free. Once you have the painting, get in the van where we'll be waiting."

"Roger that." Putting the device away, the raccoon scurried through the museum. Upon reaching the painting, she smirked. Red lasers surrounded the target and one wrong move would set off all the alarms, bringing Interpol. With athletic skills that would have Olympic gymnasts boiling in jealousy, Nicole flipped, turned and danced her way through the threatening beams and reached her objective. Quickly, she lifted the light-weight forgery from the museum wall, automatically disabling the laser beams.

Before she could leave however, slow clapping filled the air. Horror flitted across Nicole's face for a moment before she schooled her face into a cocky smirk and turned around. She had to struggle to maintain the expression because standing behind her was a black cat. He seemed to be alone and was dressed in a similar manner to her, dark clothing meant to blend into the night. She had to admit that he was quite good-looking, sporting white marks similar to her own.

"Why I didn't expect anyone else to be here this evening" the stranger purred in a deep, velvety voice.

"What can I say, I'm just full of surprises. May I help you this evening?" Nicole replied, surreptitiously scanning him for any sort of weapon he might try to use on her.

"A name for the lovely lady would be most helpful indeed." He seemed to have a British accent and also seemed to be one of those people who flirted their way through life. After growing up with Hugo and already having a boyfriend, she was immune to those types though she decided to string him along to see what he was up to.

"My, my, don't you have some nice manners. As for my name, well I'm afraid you'll just have to find out on your own." Instead of annoyance, the cat's face showed delight at Nicole's evasive answer.

"Bravo, my dear. However, if you can't oblige me with a name, then I must ask for the painting there in your arms."

To the cat's shock, Nicole grinned at him. "Ask me naught and I'll cheat you not!" And with a flick of her bushy tail, was gone. The cat blinked then guffawed.

"What a woman!"