Clash of Canes

By Ominous JFR

Chapter 1

Captured, I Think?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sly Cooper or any of the characters that belong to the series, characters such as OCs are of the authors creations and there by belong to the author. This takes place after the ending of Sly 3, Honor Among Thieves.

Rating: T-M

Language

Nudity

Blood

Drug Use

Suggestive Themes

Character Ages: Three years then they originally were in the series.

I hope all of you enjoy this story, as always, I made this story for my entertainment and for those interested in the Fictions that revolve around Sly Cooper. Anyone who wishes to know more, please send messages to me, or send it in a review and I will get back to you as soon as possible.

For Future references here is the word map.

"JFR," Normal Conversation

JFR Thoughts, or flashback.

"JFR," talk in flashback

'JFR' talk in thoughts in flashback

Ten minutes... Time gone by also be separated by this below.

That is all. Enjoy.

Heading away from the Cooper Vault...

The raccoon's eyes cracked open just barely enough for him to see. All that he saw though was darkness ahead of him, all around him. He opened his eyes a bit more, then suddenly, the pain hit. This caused him to let out a low groan, he stopped moving and laid still not wanting to cause anymore pain to his head. He thought that was where it was coming from anyways. As he rested back into the cushions of the soft bed, he smelt something different in the air, and it made him nauseous, it smelled like decaying iron...and there was something else...salt. He stopped thinking as his head throbbed, it felt like something was wriggling itself about in his head. His skull felt like it had been smashed open by a hammer.

What had caused this he had no recollection of, but the curiosity was ever-present, but he that could wait for now. Who was he, where was he as well? Those were two, more important questions at the moment. He knew his name, Sly Cooper, he was a raccoon but that was just a name. Who exactly was he, or had been. That was the real thing that got him confused. He couldn't remember anything before he had gotten here, nothing but fuzz.

He lay there calmly, and his eyes adjusted and started to show the more fine details of the room. The coon started to get an idea of where he exactly was. The lighting of the room was dim, all that showed anything in the room was the light on the ceiling which was a dim orange. This had cast a warm but ominous orange light across the small room, or was it a cabin. He had smelt salt and he heard waves crashing against the hull of what he presumed was a ship, the swaying also helped him to figure out he was at sea.

Sly noticed that the cabin was made of metal, and on the door out of the what he presumed to be the captains quarters was a golden star that brought strange emotions to mind. All he knew was it was the symbol of the worlds best law enforcers, Interpol. More questions begged for his attention. Why was he with Interpol, and on one of their ships?

Where am I? How did I get here? Why am I on a ship? the man thought. What he last saw before he woke up was...was...was...nothing, still nothing was coming back or making sense. The last thing he had seen was...no...nothing, there was nothing there but emptiness, he didn't know anything except his childhood with his parents and someone called Clockwerk killing them.

He shook off his somewhat remembered past, and tried to sit up again. But unknown to him was that his skull was cracked and the flesh had split damaging the nerves underneath. The bone had cracked but not split like the flesh, which was lucky for him. As he sat up he overstretched his neck muscles, pulling on his head. He unleashed a loud unnaturally loud yelp of pain. It rushed in like a tidal wave, would have been a good way how to describe the agony he was in.

Sly felt the blood pound in his head and he heard his heartbeat, there was so much pain, he couldn't stay awake much longer if it kept up. His vision went blurry and he saw the captains door swing open and someone ran in, seeing what had caused the commotion, their eyes fell on him. From how fare they were from the bed and his straining eyesight he couldn't make out much. His yelling must have alerted her, for it was a women, a vixen, who wore a uniform, he found out as she had come closer to the bed. His first thoughts on her was her attire, it seemed very revealing in his mind, but he liked mind what he saw.

For some innate reason he felt secure with her around him, it was strange though, he had never met this women in his life. Or had he? If he had never seen, met or even known about this women, why did he feel like this around her?

What is going on? He thought to himself, and this wouldn't be the last.

The vixen who was a mystery to him walked over to him. She quickly grabbed something out of a draw from one of the secure cabinets. It was first aid box, and she brought it over and placed it on the bed. She sat on the edge of it, and opened the box and pulled out a syringe and a small phial. This didn't matter to him at the moment, all he wanted to know was what was going on around here.

"Who..."

"Lie down!" she ordered and placed a hand on his chest. She forced him down, but didn't do it brutally. He obeyed, and he felt even more pain, he writhed a bit and that caused things to be worse.

"I need you to take calm and relaxing breaths," her voice came again. "and I need you to stop moving so much."

Sly did as he was told, but he still had a question. "W...wh...who are you?" he struggled. He felt light-headed, and now he knew what that smell was besides the salt, it was blood, and he guessed it was his.

"I'm Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox. It's Ms. Fox or Inspector to you though," she said as she fiddled about with a couple of things. He felt something tight go around his arm and felt it tighten but he didn't give it any second thoughts.

"Alright Inspector," he breathed out. "what am is going on?"

"You banged your head pretty hard, I was able to get the bleeding to stop though," she wasn't looking at him for the moment, her attention was on something else.

"That much I figured," he groaned.

She turned back to face him and had the syringe in one hand and with the clear liquid in it. He didn't like where this was going, but before he could protest or do anything, he felt her prick it into the arm she had tightened and he felt the cold liquid enter his blood stream. He grunted in pain as she pulled it out, as it got caught on the skin and came out with some blood seeping out.

"Sorry," she said as she through the needle into a trash can next to the bed. He felt her place something soft where she had pricked him and then his arm got wrapped up in medical tape.

"Fox?" he asked as things started feeling weird and he felt like he was about to black out.

"What is it?"

"Who are you, who am I?"

Her somewhat calm facial features melted to something closely resembling panic and worry. "I'm a friend," she smiled when she said that. "And you are my partner, you're a constable for Interpol."

"Oh!" he mumbled as he started to come in and out of reality. "Friends...are...are...you sure?"

"When you wake up next," she kissed him on the lips, and he was shocked. Her lips felt so soft and strangely cool, and so inviting. "I'll tell you everything." she rubbed his muzzle with a hand, before she got up and placed the first aid kit back and headed for the door.

He was so close to fading out, but he was still confused. "But...what...whe...where...you going...Carmelita...wait...don't...don't...go," he blacked out, but it was off no use, she had gone back through the door she had entered.

One month later at Paris...

A month had gone by, and things had been difficult in the least words to describe it. At Interpol's H.Q in Paris, France, Cooper was in an interrogation room after being in a hospital for four weeks due to a concussion and other injuries he had gotten from Dr. M on Kaine Island. Also being in a coma for two weeks hadn't helped either. When he had blacked out on the ship he awoke two weeks later, and he was still as confused as he was then. He had only known Dr. M had done this and where he had been to receive the injuries because Ms. Fox had told him. She had been telling him a lot about his life as an officer for Interpol, and some of the cases they had been together. She had been there for the first week when he had woken up and helped him get his bearings. When she wasn't at the hospital, there were two police men who just stood guard out of his room, and they wouldn't talk to him at all.

Still his memory had not come back, he didn't know who he was, but people knew him, but they never told him from where. It was like he was living in another person's body, and had no recollection of that other person or their life. In short, it had been a long month, the coma hadn't helped with anything, and he had overheard some of the doctors talking about how they were amazed and surprised he had pulled out of it.

Currently he was in a small dark interrogation room with six guards standing guard over him; all of them had their hands on their shock pistols. Sly only felt nervous about this fact, not understanding why he was even there. From what his partner, Ms. Fox had told him he was a Constable who had worked alongside with her for the last three years, no seven years. He did have some memories about his past after he escaped his orphanage with his two pals, and that was that they stole. Sure he had stolen small things, like food, and other bits and pieces to get them by every week. It wasn't like he had done anything major, right?

This only made him question why was he being treated like a complete world-class A criminal? He was confused and wanted to know what was going on. As he thought, he came to an answer he let it go, knowing it was nonsense.

What is going on? I walked in returning to active duty with Ms. Fox, now I'm here in the integration room like a criminal an hour later. If my father saw me now he would have a heart attack from seeing me in this situation. If only if…he was here. Sly thought to himself miserably, the sad memory of the night the Fiendish Five murdered his father, and mother. That was one of the few memories he had regained. His parents and sibling were the only things he could remember, and his friends at the Happy Campers Orphanage. The Thievius Raccoonus and everything else that had made him who he had been, were gone, he didn't even know he had been a master thief and wanted in nearly every nation across the globe.

One of his few memories, one of the few that had come back, started to surface. It wasn't even a good memory and it all came up when he was stressing and thinking about his father and mother and their murder.

"Son, get in the attic and stay quiet. NOW!" his father yelled, while Sly did just as the older raccoon ordered.

When Sly got past the hatch and bolted it down, he heard the front door get smashed down, followed by the scream of his mother. A loud gunshot that would follow the boy till his dying day echoed across the house. Silence followed by demonic laughter and chuckling. He heard a wail of agony and anger come, and his father yell something. Sly's heart seemed to stop in his chest, his mother was gone. The attackers had killed his mother, i-it couldn't be, this couldn't be happening. Tears ran down his face soaking into his fur, but he did not cry aloud following his Dad's orders.

His father bellowed in pure unrestrained rage, something that scared the young cub. He was though, filled with hope again, his father could handle it, and get rid of these intruders. Suddenly crashing and the sounds of furniture and other household things being smashed, knocked over, or thrown echoed across the house as fighting took place.

Sly pressed his ear against the floor when he heard something mechanical slide back then click into place. The sound was alien to him; nothing around the neighborhood had ever made that sound. It was the sound of the Coopers most revered foe, Clockwerk. Who he would come to meet in years to come. With a screech the fighting stopped then something collapsed onto the floor with a loud thump, followed by the voices of the murderers.

The remaining Cooper in the house sat up and hugged his knees tightly, praying that the robbers, no murderers wouldn't find him. For a few minutes, he heard the house being ransacked, they seemed to be looking for something, but what were they looking for. Him? ,He heard them yell in triumph as they found whatever they were talking about. They quickly left after that leaving Sly alone in a house that no longer was his home, but a tomb.

When the murderers had been gone for five or so minutes, he doubled over and curled himself into a ball on the dusty floor of the attic. As he held himself, he was sobbing, hoping to die, only so he would be able to see his parents again. Life seemed not worth living without his parents, without a home. He was confused, scared and filled with sorrow and anguish from all that had happened.

Fifteen Minutes Later...

The police had arrived as fast as they could, after they got a call from some neighbors. Two Detectives walked in only minutes later, to try to piece together what happened.

"So, what do you think happened here Mr. Fox?" asked a younger John Barkley, who had a cigarette between his lips. He took occasional puffs of it every minute or so.

Mr. Fox, Carmelita's father, crouched down to the now dead Mr. Cooper. He had several bruises across his face, and some cuts, but his eyes were closed. The vulpine pulled the body bag down a bit more and found a deep and wide gash from the left shoulder to the opposite hip. He looked away, not wanting to look at this anymore than he had to. He pulled the body bag back up to cover his rivals face. He did not feel liked the happiest man on earth, instead felt more depressed as one at a funeral for a close friend would. He was completely taken off guard, a bit depressed, and just sick of the outcome of what he was seeing. He had chased Cooper all over Paris, damn even the rest of the world when they were younger, now he was gone.

Mr. Fox would even go so far as to say that the raccoon was a close friend of his, not a bad man, never tired to hurt anyone except other criminals, that was all, with the occasional slip up that everyone had eventually. But even with him being on the opposite side of the law, he was a descent, polite man.

"I don't know what may of happened here Mr. Cooper, but I'll make sure whoever did this to you will be put behind bars." Mr. Fox mumbled off to himself.

"Are you alright Mr. Fox?" Barkley said placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Did you know Mr. Cooper personally?

"I chased him all over Paris and other countries but he always got away, it was like a game of chess with a friend, not knowing what the other would do. Sometimes I would catch him, then he got away. But it just feels wrong that after all these years this would happen and stop him in his tracks." he stood back up and looked about the turned over house. He noticed a second body bag and from what he could tell it was a women who was inside it.

"Whose's in the second bag?" the fox asked.

"That's Mrs. Cooper, from what I've heard from some of the other officers she might have been killed first," Barkley growled angrily.

"How was she murdered he asked," as he looked about what was once the living room.

"Bullet to the throat, it went all the way through," the badger said following his partner about the room. As he was following the vulpine, he heard something crack underneath his boot.

"What the..." he said as he took a couple of steps back, only to find glass underneath his boot. He shrugged it off, but then he saw that there was something else underneath the glass, and he noticed that there was what was left of a frame near it. Bending over he picked up a picture. Mr. and Mrs. Cooper were in it, but so were a couple other people. His eyes focused on the kids that had their parents arms wrapped around them.

"Hey Fid," he called out.

"Yeah?"

"Come take a look at this," the vulpine came back over and saw the picture his partner was holding. The other detective handed him the photograph and he examine it.

"You don't think that those are their kids do you?"

"If they are, where are they is the more important question," John said, his voice filled with curiosity but also dread.

"I guess it's time for us to go and take a look. If they're not here then we could be dealing with a kidnapping, or a mass murder," Fox said as he started heading for the stairs.

"Has anyone checked upstairs?" the other Detective barked at some Investigators and police doing their jobs. They shook their heads and continued to do their work. Barkley hated working with average Cops, they could be clumsy but he kept his prejudices to himself and wouldn't voice them aloud, at least for now.

Barkley headed up the stairs with Detective Fox behind him. The first thing that they both noticed were huge claw, or maybe talon marks on one of the walls going up the stairs. It had gone through the paint and around two or three inches into the wood underneath.

"What the fuck!" Barkley exclaimed as he saw this.

"Whatever made those marks, I think is the one responsible for Mr. Cooper's death," he said putting the pieces together.

"Well that's for damn sure, look at the blood where the marks are," John said, nodding at it.

"Alright, we don't exactly know if they are still here, or what we may find up there, so," he took his shock pistol out of its holster, and so did his partner. "max setting, and locked and loaded," he said before going up the stairs, with his pistol ready.

They came up to the second floor and found it just as distorted as down stairs, but the marks were everywhere. They checked all the rooms, and made sure they were empty. The last place that they came to was another set of stairs that led up to a bolted door, it must have been the attic. The two officers got on either side of the door, and looked at each other. This was the only place that seemed untouched by the unknown markings on the second floor.

Mr. Fox mouthed down a countdown then kicked the door open, breaking the bolt out of its hinge. The wooden door collapsed loudly onto the wooden planked floor. With their guns pointing at a, a young raccoon cub , who was lying on the floor, his back facing them. Mr. Fox exchanged a look to his partner who looked just as confused as he did, and gave a shrug not knowing what to fox advanced slowly, not sure what to do, they had found one of the kids, and he was alive from what he could tell from how much he was shaking. He had just never done something like this in his life, and didn't know how to go about with it. The kid didn't look at them, but just shook violently, sniffling all the while. Mr. Fox's boot came down louder than he thought and the cub tensed and curled himself into a tighter ball, and stifled his crying. The detective took a few more steps and crouched next to the boy and placed a hand on the kid's shoulder, who tensed up from the contact, closing his eyes tight.

"Please just make it quick," Sly said weakly, his eyes closed tightly. He forced himself to swallow the lump in his throat, waiting for what would happen next, hoping for just instant pain and a quick release.

This surprised the two Detectives to hear something like this from a kid. Mr. Barkley just stared and watched his partner near the coon, not sure what to do. Mr. Fox had a wife and kids at home, one daughter and three sons. So he knew how to be a parent. He sat down, and placed his hand on the kit and brought him over to him. He picked up the young cub then placed him on his lap. "Hey, it will be all right, no one's going to hurt you," he said with a warm smile, and in the best calm tone he could.

"Are they gone?" Sly sniffed, still not trusting the man completely.

"Yes they're all gone, the police are here and you're safe now." What's your name son?" he added wondering who this young raccoon was.

"Sylvester Shadow Cooper, I'm called Sly though," he said.

Mr. Fox looked at the kid seeing Mr. Cooper's resemblance in him, the facial features and that look in his eye. The Detective didn't know what to do, or what to say to the kid. 'Calm down, we can't simply throw him into jail because of who his Father was, can we?' Mr. Fox thought to himself.

"Are my-my parents gone," Sly asked holding back tears.

The older man nodded slowly, reluctant to give the answer to the kid, knowing this was going to be hard for him. Sly leaned into the Mr. Fox's shoulder, letting more tears fall. He had guessed as much, but just to hear it confirmed made it even worse. Sly sobbed into the older man's shoulder, who wrapped his arms around the boy patting him on the back, trying to calm him down, this felt awkward for the fox, he didn't know what to say and especially because this wasn't his child. Barkley watched his partner holding the boy with mixed feelings. He felt anger; that some gang would come and kill a boy's parents, shocked that he had seen the soft side of his friend, also paranoid about the kid's future, suspecting that he would follow in his father's footsteps.

In the present, the older Sly laid his head on the table, tears flowing down his cheek absorbing into his fur as the memory reminded him of his past. Which he didn't like to think about for just this reason, all the pain, guilt, sorrow, and anguish, all of it came back to him. He wrapped his arms around his head to hide this from the officers in the room with him. The raccoon refused to look weak in front of everyone else so he stifled his sobs and acted as though he was board which wasn't exactly far off. He forced the memory back into the recesses of his already confused mind, which was a fight to keep him sane. Being forced into a dark room surrounded by intimidating figures was not helping him at all.

In The Chief's Office...

Inside the office, Inspector Fox and the present Chief John Barkley had been shouting at each other for the last hour or hours now, who could tell how long they had been at this. Ever since Ms. Fox had brought Cooper back from the hospital. Carmelita was trying to get her boss to give Sly a chance, telling the old badger the raccoon had no memory of anything he did.

"I am not letting that criminal join Interpol!" Barkley yelled.

"Cooper has done more for the Interpol than anyone else has done in the last five years, without him we would have never have caught the man who stole the Diva Diamond! We wouldn't have the Fiendish Five, or the Klaww gang either if it weren't for him proving they were actually partaking in criminal actions!" she threw back angrily.

"YOU SAID YOU BUSTED THEIR ASSES AND NOW YOU"RE TELLING ME HE HELPED !" he roared, his arms smashing onto the wooden desk which made a loud smash and a groan of protest from the wood.

"He dealt with them before I could, and then I arrested them, I am not associated with him in any way!" she screamed back at her superior. "And you said Cooper would be a good cop at one point as well!"

"If it weren't for Cooper my branch wouldn't be the most disgraced law enforcers in the world!" the chief was shaking a fist at her and spittle flew of his mouth from how loud he was yelling. Other agents and officers overheard this and some cringed hearing the badgers voice booming louder than it ever had, some even cringed only imagining what it would be like to be in Ms. Fox's shoes. "He has given us more problems than any other criminal in the last century. I will not have him WORKING FOR INTERPOl!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"He has no fucking memory. If he can't remember any of that we can put his skills to use!"

"How do you not know he isn't lying to you?" Barkley growled.

"We can use the lie detectors on him." Carmelita said sternly. "And I doubt that anyone could remember anything after they got their head cracked open. Even at the hospital they did some tests on him and he can't even remember where, when, he was born and he can't even remember his gangs name. I asked him simple question and he can't even answer them."

"Fine, you put him through the tests, and if he is lying, I'm going to kick his ass into prison personally. If your father was in charge here I don't know how he would be acting right now."

This brought a painful memory to the vixen; she remembered what happened to her father, and some other officers years ago before she joined the force. He had worked here in France for a while before he moved back Italy. The officers and him had gone after Muggshot, an insane murderous bulldog who killed for pleasure and just did illegal things because he thought they were fun. Investigator Fox, with about nine others which made ten, assaulted Muggshot's in Mesa City; it went well till they got to him in person.

A fire fight broke out between the authorities and Muggshot, with his thug security supporting him. The authorities were armed with modified shock pistols that fired lethal rounds as well as the standard bolts of electricity. But in the end Muggshot had killed most of the team, the wounded retreated back to a broken down station which they had set up as a base of operation, then they had to call in help. Her father had survived luckily, but he retired after he got out of the hospital.

Not Interpol itself but from the field, he took the promotion his superior had offered him and became a Chief Investigator. She clenched her fist thinking about Muggshot, he was the sole reason she joined the force so she could personally beat the living day lights out of him for nearly killing her father, and from what her father had told her about Sly's parents murder when she was younger, it was one of the reasons she became a cop, to help people and make people pay for their crimes.

"He would give Sly a second chance," she breathed her anger on the rim.

"He was fond of Sly when he was a kid, but now, I don't know anymore." the old Badger said lighting a cigar taking in a long puff than exhaling, letting it pass between his teeth. If he got his heart rate any higher up his doctors had warned he would have a heart attack, the two cops needed to calm down for a couple of minutes so he just let that quiet minute pass between them and waited for her to finally calm down, so he could in turn.

"So, should I get him, or should we let him sleep in a cell tonight?" she asked as a couple of minutes went by with no response.

"Put him through some tests with the lie detector, and tell the other security to leave the room. God knows if he'll be giving us the truth if he's being watched with that much security," he said shaking his head, not believing that he was going along with this. If it did go as she was planning he was going to have to make some calls and get this all arranged with his superiors.

Carmelita left the Chiefs office heading into the interrogation room. The two guarding the door let her in after she flashed her badge, and told them why she was here. The room was dark, with only a light hanging over the bolted table. The officers inside the room were wearing S.W.A.T gear, hiding in the shadows, seeming to blend in. Sly still had his head on the table, his arms still hiding his face. She went over to a man named Dustin; a six-foot six snow tiger, who was an Inspector like her. She told him quietly, they could leave. He was reluctant, but did all the same.

"If he does anything, I'll be in here in a second to get him off of you," the tiger said looking at the raccoon not buying they had caught the master thief. He had noticed some tears fall to the floor but he kept that to himself, he didn't want to show any pity to the thug but couldn't help it. "He's been sobbing silently, probably acting or something, but be cautious Ms. Fox, I don't trust him," he gave a hand motion pointing to the door and him and his men filed out leaving the raccoon and vixen alone.

I wonder what's troubling him? She thought to herself. I can't let myself get distracted, I'll ask him later. If there is a later.

When they had left, Inspector Fox sat in a chair directly in front of Cooper. She waited but he didn't look up. She felt a bit saddened he had lost his memory, he couldn't remember much about her, most of his past, or more importantly about them. More had happened between them then they let on. If only he hadn't risked his life-like that. Even if she told him about what happened before he lost his memory he wouldn't believe her.

"Sly, is something wrong?" she asked concerned but in a hushed voice, so now one could hear. He shook his head still not bringing his head up. She noticed that the light behind Sly turned red which meant he was lying. Behind a single side glass were some other officers working the lie detector, making sure that the criminals were telling the truth. The transmitter was locked onto his wrist, which was now on. The transmitter was over his artery and pushing into the skin so it could pick up his pulse, if he lied his pulse would show it, and he was a terrible liar anyways.

Behind cooper were two light bulbs encased in thick metal wires, the one on the left was red which meant the suspect was lying and the one on the right, green meant the truth. Luckily officers behind the thick glass couldn't hear them, they hadn't installed a hidden microphone inside the room. But it was if someone was actually listening, she didn't know so it was better to play it safe. There wasn't a microphone, except when they brought one in, that was hooked up to a transceiver which went to a computer so it could be recorded.

"Okay. Let's get to it then," she said not wanting Sly to suffer anymore," Do you remember anything that happened to you before the encounter with Dr. M? He shook his head, and the light flashed back and forth between red and green, the machine was confused.

"Do you remember anything that led us to Dr. M?"

"No, Inspector," he sighed, and the light flashed green.

"Do you remember anything about your old life?"

"Somewhat, just my child hood, everything else from there is blank," he mumbled.

"What do you remember of your old life Mr. Cooper?"

"All I remember is my child hood, as I said, when..."he felt a lump in his throat and choked it out. "When the incident took place, and the assignments I worked on with you, the ones you told me about Inspector Fox. I remember breaking the law before I joined the force, with some friends of mine," Sly mumbled, the light flashed green again.

"You told me all of this, so why are you asking this?" the light flashed green but she ignored his question. She had been at Sly's side for the second week at the hospital. Barkley ordered her to stay away from him after she went in the third day to see him. Security was then set up to make sure he didn't escape, they were their day and night and Sly didn't suspect or understand a thing. But when she was there for those first few days she told him about his false life that she had made up for him, how he was a Constable for her and all that stuff she hoped he would be, and he bought all of it. If he truly had amnesia then the lies she told him would be the truth because of course he didn't remember. She did feel guilty for lying to him but she wanted to give him a second chance.

"How long have you been working with the authorities at Interpol for?"

"I don't know maybe five to seven years, I think," again the light flashed green.

"Do you remember anything about your life at Happy Campers Orphanage?"

"Yes. Why are you asking me these STUPID QUESTIONS INSPECTOR?" Sly yelled banging the table with a fist making a dent in it. He looked up at her, his brown eyes looking into hazel ones, a look of hurt and anger in them. The light behind him flashed green then turned off again. "I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO DESERVE THIS SHIT, I AM AN OFFICER OF THE LAW NOT SOME DAMN CRIMINAL FROM OFF THE STREETS!" he yelled losing his temper, what the hell was going on?

Carmelita wanted to reassure him that she was on his side, to hold him in her arms telling him it would be alright, but she couldn't do that, it would show everyone at the Interpol she had feelings for the him, which she had for a long time. It was confusing, they had been together for a while and he couldn't remember. If he didn't go to jail and he became a cop it was going to be hard to work with him when he didn't remember much about them.

"Just a few more questions and we'll be done Constable." Sly nodded leaning back in his chair crossing his arms, closing himself off from everyone, his breathing came out in quick breaths through his nose, the anger still obvious on his face. His hackles rose in annoyance as she asked him the questions, but other than that he answered the question, with a snarl or a grimace.

"Alright, where were you born?"

"Paris," he growled. Green.

"Do you have any family members or loved ones?"

"I have a brother, and a few cousins on my mother's and father's side, a couple uncles on both, a grandparents on my mothers and fathers, side, and maybe a great grandparent, but I think they're all dead, except my brother, that's all I remember." The light flashed green and red, he had forgotten a part to it, and the people working the lie detector could be slow at some points.

"Any love ones Constable, you forgot to answer that one?"

He locked eyes with her for barely a second. "Yes I have someone dear to me." The light flashed green. She hid her smile, maybe some of his memory was working correctly, or maybe his new self had a crush on her. In truth, Sly was slowly gaining his memory and remembered that he had feelings for Carmelita, but didn't remember when they started, he just knew that he liked her.

"A couple more questions and we're done. When were you adopted?"

"I wasn't, I never had a family after my parents were murdered," he spoke dryly," again a green blink.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-four, I think." Green

"Have you ever been convicted of a felony or misdemeanor?"

"Not that I know of," it was another green light.

"Alright just a few more. Who is part of the Cooper Gang?" she asked.

"I've never heard of the Cooper Gang," he replied confusion crossing his face as the light changed green. "Was I part of it? Am I part of it? It has my families name so..."

"No, you weren't. I just wanted to know if you knew anyone on it," she said calmly.

"Do you know anything about Kaine Island?"

"Only about the assignment you reminded me of," the light flashed green once more.

"Okay that is all the questions I have for you. Just wait here till further notice," she said leaving Sly alone in a dark room. Carmelita was going to head to the Chiefs office, but he met her outside the interrogation room.

"I can't believe this; he actually forgot all that shit he pulled?" Barkley said his eyes wide open.

"I don't understand it either; some of the things I asked him he answered wrong, but the lie detector says he was telling the truth," she said hiding her true emotions and knowledge on the matter. Her eyes also widened in surprise, they had installed a microphone into the interrogation room. She wasn't informed about that.

"Well I guess it's time to see if this plan of your's works," he said gruffly. "May god help us all," he said fearing the worst.

"Yes, Sir."

"Uncuff him, and bring him back to my office, I want to talk to him." Barkley ordered heading back to his office still puffing on his cigar.

"Sir, why though?" she called after him.

"You'll see just go get Cooper," he smiled, then chuckled remembering all the times he had told the vixen that. She couldn't help but to laugh and smile herself, that was something that he seemed to always tell her before Sly had lost his memory.

Carmelita returned to the room to find Sly out of his hand cuffs and twirling them about in his finger, reminding her of all the times he had broken free. The lie detector cuff was on the table. Unlike all those other times, he had a scowl on his face and his eyes looked at her accusingly. She shook her head, and motioned to the door. He gave her a slight nod walking out of the open door. She expected him to hand the cuffs over but her kept them. Before he reached the door she placed a hand on his shoulder which made him look at her questioningly.

"Constable, I'm sorry that this happened," she whispered very softly.

"I can never stay mad at you Inspector," he smiled gently at her, and she nodded. He was angry at the circumstances and situation he had been put in, she was only doing her job and he couldn't blame her for it.

He was about to start heading out, but her hand remained on his shoulders. He looked at her. One of her hands was open and she looked at him with a serious expression etched into her face. "Give me the handcuffs," it was an order.

"Don't you trust me?" he asked with a small smirk, but gave them back to her anyways.

"Yes, but these aren't yours are they?"

"No, I guess they're not," he said slyly.

No one could see them at the moment, mainly because everyone had gone back to their regular duties. She had an idea on how to answer her questions. "Sly what do you remember?"

"Just a few things about my childhood and I think some about you, Gorgeous," he winked at her, signalling he knew just a but more than he was leading on. She nodded and opened the door.

Anyone who was around in Interpol looked shocked that the Sly Cooper was walking through their H.Q like he had been there his entire life. He opened the door letting Carmelita walk in first, and then closed it. He sat down in one of the two chairs in front of the Chiefs desk. The Chief looked over the raccoon, noticing how the little kid he had seen years back was now an adult, the one who had kept him up most nights, trying to figure out where the Cooper Gang would strike next. He had been a handful, and in some ways he considered him his son, just not in the good way. He certainly thought about him more often than not, so it was basically like they were related.

"You wanted to see me Sir," Sly said with respect and an air of recognition for the Badger.

"Yes I did Constable, I am informing you that you have been promoted to Inspector," the Badger said still not believing what he was saying.

"Inspector? Sir, I-I don't know what to say."

"Before you thank me, you will be working with Inspector Fox still. And as for what happened on Kaine Island, you lost most of your gear, so head down to the armory and replace them before you clock out tonight."

"Thanks sir, for the promotion," Sly said offering his hand to the Chiefs. Barkley shook it firmly and Sly left leaving the real cops alone.

"Just from taking a concussion, this is great," Barkley grumbled. "And how long do you suppose this antic of yours will work.

"I don't really know, a few months, years till his memory comes back at least, and then we'll see where it goes from there, I guess. Are you angry about this, sir?"

"You know what I said, he steps out line, his ass is going to prison. And yes I'm mad, but not as much as I was feeling earlier," Barkley said with the remnants of his rage. "Well go keep an eye on Cooper, then you're relieved, it's late, and I've dealt with a lot of shit today.

Carmelita nodded and got up leaving the Chief to his own thoughts, who was wondering where things would go with Sly Cooper as one of his Inspectors. It may work out for the best; Interpol had become less renowned due to the work ethic lately. Most of the other officers couldn't be bothered to push themselves hard enough, only Inspector Fox did this. And maybe with Cooper who was known to get a job done once started, maybe things would improve around the H.Q. He could only hope and pray to god that this didn't backfire in his face, or he was never going to hear the end of it from his superiors or himself.