Author's notes- I'm so digging myself a hole right now. I have three fanfictions in progress right now, yet i just had to write this one. In this fanfic, my OC Lily Cooper is going to be Sly's younger sister like you read in the summary. I have all three games and I love them! I also can't wait for the fourth one to come out! If anybody doesn't know about this, go onto Gamespot and type in Sly 4: Thieves in Time, or something like that.

I do not own Sly Cooper. If I did, I would put swearing in the game along with Lily and a lot of other stuff :P

nighthunter1220, a.k.a my boyfriend, is my editing bitch for this story and my helping with ideas department :)

Chapter One:

Lillian Joy Cooper

A shadowed figure streaked across the rooftops, the bag of jewels held tight in one hand, and her cane in the other.

"Freeze raccoon!" yelled the frustrated voice of the cop chasing her. He fired a few clumsy shots of his shock pistol, which she was able to dodge with great ease. The thief flipped off the rooftop and hid out of sight in the darkness below. He looked for her for awhile, however, he could not see her within the deep shadows of the night, and ended up leaving. When he did, she slowly crept out of the darkness and felt moonlight shine brightly upon her grey and black fur. She was a small raccoon, around the age of thirteen. Soft dove gray fur covered her body while dark brown hair fell halfway down her back. Her eyes were a deep, caramel color that seemed to glow whenever it matched another's gaze. Her clothing was a dark blue hat and gloves, complemented by a long sleeved blue v-neck shirt. Below were black sweatpants which covered her legs up to the knee, which met a pair of knee high blue boots.

The raccoon juggled the bag in her gloved hand, a smirk playing on her features. "Cops: 0, Lily Cooper: 100." she said proudly. She then pocketed the jewels and disappeared into the night.

~.~.~

"Lillian!" shouted the irritated voice of Ms. King. It was so powerful it woke the young raccoon and shook the room like an earthquake. She sat up as straight as she could in the hard wooden chair. "Yes, Ms. King?" she said, forcing down a yawn. It seemed as though the late night heists were starting to take their toll, leaving Lily with bloodshot eyes and a body that felt like rubber.

"Inspector Fox wishes to see you now," the old gray haired feline replied, gesturing to the familiar female fox, waiting in the doorway. Lily stood up and followed Carmelita through the crowded hallways of one of Interpol's police stations. Along the way, she saw many missing photos up on the walls and many documents soon to be filed under murder investigation. The sights reminded her of her own life's intersections with death.

Lily's parents had died when she was only a baby, or at least that's what she was told. She couldn't remember anything from her past, or from that night for the matter, all she remembered was the smell of blood in the air and the feeling of metal claws crushing her ribs. Ms. King, the headmistress of Worthington's Academy for Orphaned Girls, had told her only what she had remembered from the night when the young raccoon had come to them. The cat had found Lily fast asleep in a basket on the doorstep to the Academy. In the basket was nothing but a note that had her name on it, and an oddly shaped cane. The little baby had been taken in and raised in the Academy for thirteen years. No one would adopt her, or those brave enough to do so were always met with the sight of an empty bedroom the next morning.

A year ago Ms. King had been taking the raccoon to Interpol once every few months. They explained to her that the visits were to help her find out about her past. Unfortunately, there weren't any documents of Lily, so the process had been long and tedious for everyone involved. Inspector Fox had constantly asked her if she could remember anything. Her answer was always the same: no.

Lily followed Carmelita into her office and took her place in the seat across from the fox's desk. Carmelita sat down in her chair and folded her hands, and had the usual stern look on her face. But instead of asking her if she could remember anything, as usual, she pulled out that day's newspaper and threw it down in front of Lily

"There was a report of a robbery at the Central Bank last night," the Latino fox explained while pointing to the front page. "The thief made off with a bag of priceless jewels. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you Miss Cooper?"

"No ma'am," Lily answered. Having being questioned this many times she had plenty of practice putting on the innocent act.

Putting the newspaper away, Carmelita turned her attention back to Lily and said "I'm sure that you know why you're here."

"To try to find out more details about my past, yes," she answered very nonchalantly.

The interrogation started out like it always had. Carmelita asked her a few more questions once again, relating back to the subject of her past and what little memories she had of it. After that was over, the fox brought out a manilla file from her file cabinet. Printed on the right hand corner was the raccoon's name and photo. Opening the file, Carmelita took out some pictures and laid them out in front of Lily.

"Our investigation team uncovered these photos a few weeks ago," she explained, "Do they look familiar to you?"

The raccoon looked at the first picture. Two faces stared back at her in a faded wedding photo. The groom was tall, with his gray head fur slicked back. He was wearing a tuxedo with what looked like a dark blue flower on his jacket. The woman standing next to him looked a lot like Lily. Same dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders in beautiful waves. Same face, eyes, and dove gray fur. She held a bouquet of dark blue flowers and had a gentle smile on her face.

The second picture was in color and a tad brighter, so Lily supposed that it had been taken a few years later. A little boy raccoon was holding a cane, similar to hers, smiled brightly back at her. His eye color matched hers, and he wore blue from his shirt to the boots on his feet.

Lily stared at the photos for a few minutes more. She then shook her head.

Carmelita reached back into the file and took out one more picture. Taking it from her, the brunette saw that it was a family portrait of the newlyweds and the little boy. The raccoon was being held in his father's arms, the cane being held at his side and much to big for him. But what caught Lily's attention was the tiny infant in the mother's arms. The baby had a full head of light brown hair on her head and huge caramel eyes.

Something stirred in the back of the raccoon's mind. She didn't know why, but she felt like she knew these people. She searched through what little memories she had to find an answer. Nothing.

Finally, Lily placed the photo on the desk with the others. "I'm sorry, Inspector. But I can't remember."

Though Carmelita look disappointed, she reassured the young girl that it was okay. Lily then left the office to go back to the Academy with Ms. King.

Carmelita sat in her office, looking again at the newly uncovered pictures. She then reached into her desk and pulled out another photo. A handsome, blue clothed adult raccoon smirked back at her.

"I know that she's your sister, Sly," the fox thought, "and I know that you'll stop at nothing to find her."

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Meanwhile in America, a certain thief gang were planning their next heist. The Cooper Gang, to be more precise. It's leader, Sly, had just defeated the notorious gangster Mugshot, a tough as nails bulldog who had been running an empire of terror back in Mesa City. Now he was taking a small vacation with his two best friends and partners: Bentley the Turtle, and Murray the the Hippo. The gang was currently vacationing in Hollywood. Sly wanted to pull off a heist in the biggest museum in the city to gain some quick cash. Bentley and Murry were currently back at the safe house, formulating a plan. Sly had decided to explore Hollywood a little more before heading back. But, that wasn't the only thing on his mind.

About an hour ago, he had caught sight of a raccoon family enjoying themselves at a park. However, what really caught his attention was the couple's child. A little girl who looked like she was eight. Just looking at her made Sly think of Lily. His little sister who had been snatched away from him by the filthy hands of the Fiendish Five, the monsters who had murdered their parents. Ever since he, Bentley, and Murray had left the orphanage, Sly had been searching for Lily. Seeing the raccoon family had brought that dreadful night back to haunt Sly once more. Guilt and shame plagued his mind like a parasite, forever reminding him of another family member's possible death.

"Don't worry, we'll find her," Bentley had once promised him. But that was years ago. How did they know if Clockwerk hadn't left her to die ? How did they know if Lily was even still alive? And if she was, how long before she wasn't?

Post Notes- Okay, let me just say that I am totally in love with this fic right now! I've been wanting to write something like this for a long time. Now... if you want chapter two, make sure you review this. You give me reviews, I give you a new chapter. Deal? Good!