Hey everybody! I here's a stab at a sly cooper Fic!
Chapter 1 Milo Cooper
Sly Cooper paced the hospital lobby, sweat drenching his forehead. The doctors had kicked him out of the operating room. He was so nervous that he had fainted for five minutes. The nurses had to carry him out. Can you blame him? Carmelita was screaming in his ear and all his fears were trying force themselves inside his head. Well that happens when after four years of thieving, you get the girl who was the cop always a step or two behind, you fake amnesia to be with her and join Interpol, two years later get married to said girl, said girl gets pregnant and you drive like a maniac to get her to the hospital while she's going through labor. He had even yelled at the receptionist to get Carmelita into a room immediately or he would quarantine the place. Now he had no one to yell at, except maybe the deaf guy sitting next to him, who was waiting to get a hearing aid. Very excited conversation. You yell and the dude looks at you like you're a drunken idiot.
Every time Carm screamed, Sly jumped out of his seat and ran to the operating door. It would then wind down and he would go back to his seat and then it would start over again. This went on for an hour, but soon enough there was an extra scream in that operating room. Sly jumped out his chair with such speed that a NASCAR driver would have been proud of and into the operating room.
The sight that he beheld filled him with so much pride that he was ready to burst. Before him was the beautiful Mrs. Carmelita Montoya Cooper in a Parisian hospital gown, sweating profusely, and in her arms was a small bundle wrapped in a blue blanket a little raccoon tail swishing back and forth. Sly approached his wife and the small bundle. Carmelita smiles gently. "Want to meet your son, dear?" she said as she moved the blanket and kissed the object inside. She handed him the bundle. He looked inside to see a small raccoon with wavy blue hair from Carmelita fast asleep. It was the most beautiful little boy he had ever seen. Tears flowed freely from his eyes. Tears of joy.
"What should we name him, Carm?" he said, the tears starting to obscure his vision. "My mind is in a haze."
Carmelita smiled at her husband, "I always liked Milo. Milo Cooper. The next in the Cooper line."
Sly nodded, "Then Milo Cooper it is." Sly had never been happier in all of his life. For the first time in his life, he had a real family.
7 months later
"Inspector Cooper, what is this?" yelled Chief Barkly. Sly had come in a little late that morning, Barkly was already in a bad mood because yesterday, an international drug dealer had escaped punishment by bribing some of the jury. Not a good time for Sly to do this but he had no choice. "I have only seen one of these in my time as chief. What are two resignation forms doing on my desk?"
Sly hated, absolutely hated it when the Chief was mad, because Sly was usually the one he was mad at. "I' really, really, hate to be the one to tell you this but Carm and me have decided that it would just too dangerous for us to continue working out in the field." The Chief pupils went almost microscopic. He led Sly into his office. Sly had been in their many times. It was large and spacious with pictures of him and his family on fishing trips and hiking, and one of him, Sly and Carmelita winning the best cop partnership award (Sly and Carmelita had won it but as Barkly was their chief, he was there too). Even the prize bass on his back wall.
Barkly sat down in his chair with a heavy sigh. "It's your son, isn't it?" Sly nodded. Barkly sighed again. "You're afraid that some of your old enemies will use him against you and Carmelita.
That's not surprising. You two are some of the best cops I've ever had the privilege to command, but you two have made some dastardly enemies. Mr. Cuttlefish, that protection ring in Calcutta, that pyromaniac in France, and some of the enemies you made before you lost your memory."
Sly inwardly laughed. Thankfully, the Chief didn't know that Sly had faked his amnesia. No one at Interpol did actually, well, except Carmelita. It had been a very interesting conversation when he had told her. It had even been more interesting for him that she had figured it out. Shocker. It had been their wedding night and she had made him wait four hours before they could go to bed. But, she still understood what he did; she didn't like it but still understood.
"Yeah," Sly said slowly, "Carmelita mentioned once that we fought the KLAWW Gang and some robo-mechanical owl." Sly's act almost broke when he saw the Chiefs' reaction to the mention of those criminals. He had nearly choked on his coffee. Not easy to do.
"She told you that, did she?" the Chief asked, still sputtering out the coffee.
Sly leaned back in the chair, a smile begging to show itself. "Yep, but I still don't know what she meant."
The Chief got up out of his chair and went over to a shelf on the wall. He picked up a picture in a battered wooden frame. He handed it to Sly. In the picture was a much younger version of Chief Barkly, next to him was, who Sly was guessing was his wife and in her arms was a small pink bundle. Sly knew what was in that bundle. A newly born little girl slept in her mother's arms. "When that picture was taken," said Barkly with a sad look, "I had the same dilemma that you two have. The only difference was that my wife was not a cop. She was a brilliant musician, still is matter of fact. I was worried that my daughter, Angelina, could have been used against me. I didn't have as many enemies as you have, but the ones that I had were still could have caused great damage. I think that I had made the right decision y staying in the force, but it will be yours and Carmelita's on what to do. If you want to stay in, that's fine with me. If you want to leave and find some other form of income, than that's fine with me too. Just telling you now, that whichever you chose, I'll help you out any way I can."
Reviwes PLEASE :(
