DiScLaImEr: I do not by any was own any of these characters. They belong to Suckerpunch Inc.
Chapter One
Carmelita was sitting at the table she set up in the small apartment she rented. The chief sent her home early that day after she busted a car thief who had been terrorizing the city of love for quite some time but, being the overachieving fox she was, Carmelita brought home and began filling out the necessary paperwork and procedures.
Even though when she came home she usually hung up her leather jacket, her keys, took off her boots and opened the curtains,today she left the curtains closed. She didn't want to be distracted by the people and cars passing by. Little did she know, her most sought after criminal, Sly Cooper, who, by chance, was extremely charming and handsome, was just across the alleyway on the rooftop. He glanced at his watch, which bore the Cooper Gang logo. It was 2:47. 'Good,' He thought, 'I have until 7.' He leaped onto a phone line and slid down to the side of her apartment complex and began climbing up to the air vent. He popped off the cover and scrambled inside. After a short crawl through the ventilation system, he silently pulled off the grill and jumped inside. Even though no one's around, or so he thought, silence became a habit, a way of life. Not something you can turn off and on. He glanced around his officer's room. Her bed was made, hastily it seemed, her clothes were all folded and put away, the carpet recently vacuumed and the windows seemed clean. 'Nothing to do here,' Sly thought. He quickly dug through his pocket, and placed a blue logo card on Carmelita's pillow. He crept down the hallway and began to walk into the kitchen before he hurriedly dashed around the corner. Carmelita was sitting at the table! 'What in the world is she doing here? She's not supposed to come home until 7:00! She probably finally cracked that car thief and Mr. what's-his-face finally let her go home early. She deserves some time off.' Sly peeked around the corner and stared at the back of her head. 'She's so beauti- No, Sly, stop it! She's a cop, cops are the people trying to whip your sneaky butt...' he let the last thought draw on. 'But what is she doing? Paperwork. Dang, that girl needs a night off.' Sly continued to stare and think about the current subject of his attention. 'and I can make sure she has a night to remember.' Sly concluded.
Sly silently crept up behind the fox and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of her shampoo, something fresh and clean smelling. He put his hand on top of a pile of her work, held his breath, and awaited her reaction. He let his breath out after a minute and lowered his head to look at her face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing steady. "Aw," He said under his breath. She looked like an angel when she was sleeping. Sly criticized himself for the last thought. He pulled her chair back and picked her up, cradling her in his arm. His expression became very tender and he quickly made it stern again. He was glad she could not see it. 'Why are you even doing this? Because I'm a gentlemen.' Sly tried to stop thinking, he was getting confused. He walked into her bedroom and lay her down on the bed, next to his calling card he left on her pillow. He pulled off her shoes and pulled the blanked out from under her then lay them on top of her.
He then did what he came there to do. He went over to her laptop and, using the code Bentley gave him, began searching through the files of the cases she was working on. He found the one he was looking for and downloaded it on a compact disc Bentley supplied him with. It was a case that Carmelita had been working on for a little over a month that Sly had managed to find information on. The Cooper Gang always looked to make sure the criminals they stole from landed in jail, or at least were completely ruined. They also liked to help people out, especially good, hardworking people, for example, Carmelita. If they could plan there heists to somehow assist her, it wouldn't be a problem.
He heard Carmelita shift around in her sleep. 'Gotta go, gotta go.' He said and, before he escaped, he stole a glance at her. She was smiling, she looked happy. He ran down the hall and acrobatically left the apartment that belonged to the woman who was always chasing after him. Not that he minded, of course.