Note: My first Sly Cooper fic! Yayyy! I have been really bored so I thought of this idea and well....wrote it. I hope you like it! P.S. I don't own Sly Cooper. Or Bentley. Or anything else for that matter.

Monday

Bentley sighed. It had been two months since the gang broke up and went their seperate ways. On the way to China, Sly and Penelope bonded. Bentley tried to keep Sly's mind on getting the Panda King to their side, but Sly and Penelope wouldn't stop thinking about eachother. Heartbroken, Bentley had suggested that the gang should break up. If Sly couldn't do his job right, than there was no point in attempting to retrieve Sly's belongings from the Evil Dr. M.

Murray and the Guru decided to go back to the Austrailian Outback, where Murray's training contiuned. Bentley hoped he was doing well.

Bentley didn't know where Sly and Penelope had settled. They could have been anywhere in the world, doing anything they wanted. When the gang broke up, they each got their share of the loot that had been stolen. Bentley had enough money to do whatever he wanted as well, but he didn't have the heart to give up the money. It was one of the few memories he had of being in the gang.

Bentley lived in Utah now. He lived in the penthouse where Sly's old nemisis, Mugshot had lived. It was another memory that he couldn't let go. Bentley didn't work, not because of his criminal record (Interpol had finally decided to give up on catching the once gamous Cooper Gang) but because he was ashamed to be seen in a wheelchair. Even the Miss Carmelita Fox had decided to give up on catching the Cooper Gang. Bentley felt lonely and bored for two months.

Bentley made his way over to his computer, where he spent most of his time. He decided to check his email, something that wasn't rare or exciting, but had to be done. Bentley frequently got emails from his doctor, who likes to check on Bentley's progress.

As soon as the page pulled up, Bentley noticed an email from his doctor. He sighed. The Subject read: 'Very Important!' Bentley usually got emails that had the subject 'Important' but they were all only checking on his progress. He cursed Neyla for taking over Clockwerk's body and crushing his legs. Bentley clicked on the email. It read:

Dear Bentley,

I am emailing you to let you know that we have found a way to cure your legs. Please call me or come to my office right away so we can talk.
Thank you.

Sincerely

Dr. Dellhart.

Bentley almost jumped for joy, but then realized he couldn't. He looked at his clock. It was eleven p.m. Too late to go to the office now. But he would definatly be going in the afternoon tomorrow. Bentley did a small dance in his wheelchair before seeing another email that caught his eye. It's subject was a mere 'Hello' but that wasn't the reason Bentley noticed it. The sender was from Carmelita Fox. Bentley raised his eyebrows. What in the world would Carmelita want from him? And how did she get his email address? He clicked on the email.

Hello Bentley,

This is Inspector Carmelita Fox. I heard that you lived in Mesa City now, and I happened to be visiting there from Monday through Friday. I was wondering if you wanted to come have lunch with me around noon on Monday at the Mesa City Cafe. Please write back, I'll be waiting for your reply.

Carmelita Fox.

Bentley's mouth dropped. That was completely unexpected. Bentley hadn't seen Carmelita in a while. He didn't know why she wanted to see him. His curiosity came over him, and he emailed Carmelita back that he would see her on Monday. Yawning, Bentley turned off his computer. He rolled himself into his room. Going to the place where his bed should be, Bentley pressed a button on his chair. The chair vibrated as it turned into a small bed. Bentley quickly and quietly drifted into sleep.

Bentley checked his calender to see how long until he was supposed to go see Carmelita. What he didn't expect was to see that it was Monday already. "Oh god." He muttered. Bentley figured he would have time to plan out what he was going to wear and if he should dress up. He looked at the clock. It was already ten thirty. He slept in late. Wheeling over to his closet, he began to wonder why he was getting so worked up about seeing Carmelita. It wasn't a date. And he didn't even have feelings for her. So why was he freaking out?

Once Bentley had changed into a pair of jeans and a button up shirt, he headed out the door. It was the first time he had left his home in days. It was eleven thirty by the time Bentley had gotten downtown. He figured he could look around the shops for a little while. He went into one of his favorite stores, TechnoGeek. It was an electronic store with all kinds of little gadgets that Bentley enjoyed using. Most of the things in the store were connected to his wheelchair. He had lots of weapons and other things that he built into the chair. Then he remembered: I was going to go see Dr. Dellhart today!

Bentley quickly pulled out his laptop from one of the pouches designed in his chair. He pulled up his email and told Dr. Dellhart that he would be in later than expected. Noting the time, Bentely put his laptop back in its pouch and headed out the door for the Mesa City Cafe. He arrived at eleven fifteen.

Carmelita was already there, sitting at a table. Her face lit up as she saw Bentley come through the cafe doors. She stood up as Bentley rolled toward her. She looked beautiful. Her hair was straight and longer than Bentley remembered it. Bentley thought it looked great in its navy blue color. Carmelita still had a gold hoop earring in her left ear. She wasn't in her Interpol uniform. She had on a pair of blue jeans and a light blue tshirt.

"Hey Bentley! I can't believe I'm seeing you after so long." Carmelita spoke with a softness in her voice. It no longer had the authority Bentely was used to. This was definatly different than being chased by her.

"Y-Yeah. I can't believe you invited me here. I was kinda worried I'd have to run away from you and your shock pistol."

Carmelita laughed. "It was a bit unexpected. And I quit Interpol a while ago, so they confiscated my shock pistol. I thought this would be a good time to start over. Where is Murray and Sly anyways?"

Bentley's heart sunk. Would Carmelita only invite Bentley to spend time with her to find out more about Sly? They had always had a romantic connection. Why did Sly get all the girls?

"Murray went back to Australia with the Guru to continue his training. I don't kow where Sly went. He left with Penelope. That is the whole reason the gang broke up you know."

"Really? That sucks." Carmelita tilted her head a bit. "Penelope was that girl from Holland right?"

"Um. Yeah." Bentley really didn't want to talk about Penelope. He had loved her from the moment he saw her. Even if she did lie about her appearance on their chats. She was beautiful...

"Bentley?"

Bentley shook his head. "Sorry. Just thinking."

The two sat in silence until the waitress came. They ordered and started talking about the Cooper Gang.

"So why exactly did you guys go your own way?" Carmelita asked.

Bentley hesitated. He definatley wasn't fond of the story.

Carmelita saw Bentley's face and said quickly, "If you don't want to tell me that's okay."

"No no, it's fine. Let's see." He began telling Carmelita about getting into Dr. M's fortrace and how they would need help with it. He told her how he and Penelope met, over the Internet, and when they met in person. He explained how Penelope lost all interest in him and went for Sly.

"Then they just clicked. They couldn't focus on anything, and I thought, 'What's the point of doing this? It's not for me, it's for Sly.'" Bentley shrugged. "I got sick of it."

The food arrived and Carmelita began to explain why she quit Interpol.

"I had gone after the Cooper Gang for years. Once I found that you all had stopped being thieves and causing trouble, I found nothing else to do. You were my only challenge." She said before shoveling a piece of steak into her mouth.

The two talked about careers, family, and more. At two o'clock, Bentley annoucned that he had to go.

"I have an appointment with my doctor. We're setting up a date for me to get my legs fixed." Bentley smiled widely.

"That's great! You'll have to call me when you find out when your surgery is set up. I'll come down and see you."

Bentley felt fluttery inside. Finally, someone who wanted to hang out with him, be with him. He was ecstatic.

They left the Cafe and said goodbye.

"I'll call you!" Shouted Bentley.

"I'll be waiting!"

Bentley grinned as he headed toward his doctor's office.