Disclaimer: I do not own nor did create Sly Cooper or other related characters. They are the property and creation of Sucker Punch not me. This is for all who wanted a sequel. I did have a sequel in mind when I wrote the ending of Captured. I can't stop smiling; this is going to be the most fun I have had. I have chapters for my other in progress Fics but I am not going to put them up this week. Instead I am going to work on starting this story. Oh, and I do not own 'Sorry' nor did I have any part in its creation.

Resurrection.

Brazil, Midnight

Sly's body was traveling in the ambulance to the morgue. He was in a black body bag surrounded by two Interpol officers and coroner employee.

THUD! The vehicle went over a pot hole and the ambulance shook. THUD! They were on a bumpy road. THUD! This time it almost tipped over.

"Hey! What's going on up there?" One of the Interpol officers asked. HE didn't get an answer. They continued travel on the pot hole filled road.

The coroner employee was getting queasy, he looked out the window. It had seemed as if they had been on the road for hours. The sky was midnight blue, full of clouds and a disguised full moon. Could this night get any weirder? He thought. Riding with a corpse on a night like this was just a little creepy for him.

THUUDDDD! CRACK! The ambulance started swerving, Sly was being bounced around in the back, and the back door was coming open.

"AH!" Everyone was afraid.

"We're going to crash!" The second officer screamed for his life.

The light was going out, the back door open completely, and Sly's body went flying out onto the street. The others in the vehicle didn't notice the stretcher flying out the back. The body bag flipped of the stretcher and rolled into a ditch and down a hill.

Murry and Bently drove in silence, still they choose not to acknowledge what they had just witnessed. Bently kept replaying the scene in his head, he saw the chip munk kneel and aim his gun. He remembered the look on Sly's face as the bullet pierced his skin. "I was aiming for his hand." Bently heard what the chip munk told Carmelita just before she sent him flying. Murry pulled the van over, breaking his friend's train of thought. Bently looked over at his friend, Murry didn't look to well. Nothing made any sense to them, why had this happened? They were the best of friends and had their whole lives ahead of them.

"It's alright man," He tied to comfort the hippo but his words didn't sound right. How is every thing alright?

Murry listened to his friends calming words and started up the van, Bently wasn't making sense but hearing his words made the hippo feel better. He didn't know where they were going to go to but they had to get out of Brazil, it held to memories that they wanted to leave in the dust and never look back on. "New York." Murry announced to his little friend. Bently understood exactly what Murry was saying.

"I heard it all before and I can take care of my self." A cheery, young amber rabbit sang as she walked the woods, at night. The eight-teen year old was wearing a purple velvet cloak over her jeans and tank top. She was about five feet tall, had sapphire blue eyes and strawberry blond hair. "I heard it all before, I heard it all before, I heard it all before... AH!" Something knocked her to the ground. She stood back up to examine what had caused the damage. "What the...?" She knelt down beside the duffle bag like thing. "OMG, is this a body bag!" She turned away in disgust; the rabbit was on the verge of puking. She took a second to compose her self. "Okay, okay." After taking a few breaths she reexamined the bag and to her surprise she saw that who ever was inside was still breathing.

Since the time that Carmelita left the crime scene she had took a real hard look at her life. To her it had been rewarding, exciting, fun, emotionally vacant, stressful, and the list went on for hours. She quit Interpol, which gave her time just for her self. The fiery fox was lying in her bed, starring at a picture of Sly Cooper; she probably got from some police files. In it the master thief was grinning as he made his way across roof tops, Carmelita couldn't help but smiling as she remembered all the little things he said to her as they played their games. "Sly." She let a few tears fall but she didn't cry.

The rabbit felt along the side of the bag, "Yes!" She found it. Slowly she unzipped the bag and opened it up. "Ah!" It was a raccoon and she was right he was still breathing.

As you can see I did plan on killing Sly, but only because as I wrote the last to chapters of Captured this little idea came into my mind. I hope that you all have enjoyed this first chapter; the second one is a long time away. Please review, I would like some feed back on this new Fic. : D