Hello, everyone! This is my first Sly Cooper fanfic! Please review, and comment so I can see that people are liking it, or want me to update more.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters. (Sly Cooper, Bentley, Murray, Carmelita Fox, etc.) They belong to Sucker Punch Productions, Sanzaru Games, and Sony.

I will let you all know at the beginning of a chapter if I added some of my original characters that I made up.

Takes place before Sly 3 Honour Among Theives.

Chapter 1: One Feisty Vixen

In the city of Paris, a young woman is getting ready to tackle her day like it's her last. She is a strong, fierce, and an independent woman with such stunning beauty that even some of her male co-workers try to find a way to get their hands on her. She is a beautiful orange furred fox with dark navy blue hair, and has one of her ears pierced. Her light brown eyes are full of energy to conquer her job. When she gets angry, her light brown eyes ignite like dancing fire balls. The Latin fox is an Interpol Inspector. One of the greatest Interpol agents in history with a 90 percent success rate of capturing criminals. She is the fox you don't want to mess with. She is the one, and only feisty vixen, Carmelita Montoya Fox.

Location: Carmelita's Apartment - Paris, France

Time: 7:50PM

The young vixen came back from her Interpol office to freshen up before her night patrol. The fox stepped out of her car, and went up the elevator to her apartment. Her black heels clack on the floor as she walks toward her apartment. She walked in a smooth motion. Her dark blue strapless dress hugged her hourglass, yet strong figure that showed off her toned, and muscular arms. She unlocked the door with a click, and a clang of her shiny, sliver coloured keys. She closed the door, kicked off her heels immediately, and dropped her purse on the couch. She let out a sigh, and sat on the black leather couch beside her purse. She reached up to her head, and untied her hair that was in a elegant bun. Her dark blue wavy locks fell upon her back, and shoulders. She leaned back on the couch, and rested her head against it, while taking a moment to think about the party that she just came back from. It was a surprise birthday party for her boss. Everyone pitched in on the idea, and were setting up the party for a week without letting her boss know. The boss loved it, and he was very happy. Everyone was having a fun time, and for once, Carmelita got to dress up formally without being the center of attention for some of her male colleagues. She was enjoying the moment with no stress about her work, until she remembered about her night patrol. She didn't mind having a night shift today, because she's very flexible with her schedule, but she is a definite workaholic despite being sick, or exhausted. She soon snapped out of her thoughts, and looked at her wall clock that hung silently, when it made a noise that made Carmelita switch her attention towards the clock.

"Dinggggg"

Clock reads 8:00PM

"Looks like it's time for me to freshen up before I head out in two hours", she said with a tired look.

She got up off the couch, and stretched her sore muscles with a tired yawn. The tired fox bent down, grabbed her purse, black heels, and headed towards her bedroom. She turned on the lights, stored her purse, and black heels in her walk in closet. She then stripped off her strapless dress, hung it in her closet, and went straight to the washroom to freshen up. She walked in, closed the door behind her with a click, and sat on the cold surface of the toilet. After she was done, she got up, and washed her hands. Then she soaked her face with luke warm water to get all the makeup off her face. She then reached to grab a makeup remover wipe. The wet, cold wipe slid across her face, dampening it with it's formula to get every grain of makeup with swift, firm motions pressing against her face by her right hand. She got out of the washroom, and went to her bedroom, heading toward her walk in closet again. She got out her usual job outfit that she wears everyday to work. She rummaged through her closet, grabbed dark blue pants, a belt, and a dark blue halter top. She zipped up her pants, halter top, and fastened her belt to her pants. She went up to a full length mirror in her closet, and tied her hair in a classic braid that she always wears. She went to her living room, and looked at her clock with a big yawn.

"It's 8:30PM. Might as well get a cup of coffee, and a snack", the fox told herself while walking towards the kitchen.

She grabbed a large cup from a cupboard, and placed it on the coffee machine to brew some coffee. She then went to open her fridge to fetch something to eat. The chilly air brushing against her exposed fur made her fur stand slightly. She closed the fridge, took out a chocolate granola bar, and some cream for her coffee. She took her cup of freshly made hot coffee, and sat on a dining chair in the kitchen. She stired in the cream with a spoon that made a cling sound every time it hit the walls of the cup. The warm liquid rushed down her throat, giving her the energy back to function. She then ate her granola bar, cleaned up after herself, and went back to the living room. She stared at the wall clock with full of energy.

"It's only 8:45PM! I'll watch some T.V since I have time until I head out", she told herself.

She sat on the couch, turning on the T.V with the remote resting on the coffee table in front of her. She huffed in a irritated way. She couldn't find anything good enough to watch. The only thing on T.V were shows that she didn't like. She gave up searching for something to watch, turned off the T.V, and placed the remote back on the table.

"Might as well go early to night patrol", she said as she got up.

She went back to her bedroom, went to her walk in closet, and took out her combat boots, yellowish jacket, a pair of socks, and her trusty shock pistol. Once dressed to her full attire, she checked if she had everything with her on her belt.

"Shock pistol. Check. Hand cuffs. Check. Flash light. Check. Cellphone. Check. Looks like I got everything necessary", she said with a grin.

Once the Inspector was satisfied with herself, she took off. She grabbed her keys, and headed out the door with her combat boots thumping on the wooden floor. She locked the door with her keys, and headed towards her car. Her night shift officially begun as soon as she stepped out of the building. The vixen had a grin pasted on her lips. She loved the feeling of busting criminals, and throwing them behind bars. She was fired up to conquer the evil creatures that roam around during the dark.

"Let's catch some criminals, Inspector Fox", she told herself with a wide grin.

Well, there you have it folks! Hopefully you guys like my first ever chapter of a Sly Cooper fanfic. Please comment, and give feedback if you'd like!

- Unknown Person :)