-1Hi all this my first fanfic. Don't hate me. Here is the summary. Sly makes a HUGE mistake. The only way he could begin to fix this would mean the end of his thievery . But if he does not do it, he could not hold the Thievius Raccoonus® with pride or claim to be a Cooper. Just what did he do? Well he… oh look at time. Summery over.

Disclaimer: Don't own. But one day I will and then the world Eyes look back and forth. Sorry about. Didn't mean it. Sweat drop sweat drop.

The infamous Sly Copper lay near his gang hideout. For some strange reason, he was butt naked (no detail) with the cloth he used last night at the bar in a bundle. The all natural raccoon quickly climbed up the drain pipe with the bundle under his right arm pit.

'Whoo, I must try this again.' He thought grinning. If punishment for thinking this, a wicked headache hit. 'Killer hangover, killer hangover.'

He opened his window and climbed in his room. He tried to do this as quite as possible or he would wake the guys up. Sadly for him there was no need for that. Bentley and Murray were waiting for him.

"Sly, where the he- oh g-d (won't say it) put some pants on." Bentley turned his head with Murray.

"Sorry guys," He quickly put some boxers on. "Thanks guys. I think I'll get something for my hangover and hit the sack."

He tried to make beeline for the doorway, but Murray blocked him.

"Where were you? We were worried about you. Why were you naked? What happened?" He must have been taken lesson to be-like-noisy-parent from Bentley .

"Bar, don't know, don't know. Now can I get some aspirin?"

"Let him go Murray. He might remember something later" Bentley was definitely worried.

"Thank you." He opened the door and ran down stairs to get something to fix his hangover.

Carmelita woke up on her couch. There were three things wrong she could see; number one, she was on her couch, number two her whole living room was in a huge mess and the third thing was that she had nothing on (no detail). She tied to move, but that gave her a huge pain in the head. She went through her home. Mess, mess everywhere. She look at her front door. She tugged and let out a low prayer. She would die if someone came in right now. She got another headache burst. She moved to get one which took a good five minutes. She dialled Chief Barkley personal phione number.

'Pick up, pick up.' She looked around, blushing when she realized she still naked. She looked around for cloths, but when she found them she realized that she could not wear them at all. G-d damn it, what the hell happened.

"Carmelita?"

She jumped at his voice.

"Hello chief, I am just calling in because I do not feel well enough to come in today."

"Why?"

"Vomiting and headaches. Oh no." She actually felt like vomiting right now.

"Go Carmelita." With that he hung up. Not that she heard that. She was in her bathroom throwing up.

Three months later

Sly was worried. It was about the number one officer Carmelita. For some reason , she was not up to her usually performance. She was slower than usually, she seemed more easily angered and even though it was hard for him to admit it, she was getting larger. He held a priceless gem, waiting for her to show up.

"Sly don't brother, she not going to show up. She called in to get a check up." Bentley said with a tried voice. He had stayed at home due to Sly's consistent talk about Carmelite. He should do something instead of just talking about it.

"Fine." He made it to the van with out any trouble. Murray get the back without any trouble again. This was getting very boring. But little did he know that things would get very interesting. After parking in the garage they heard a shrill voice yelling at them. Or more precisely, Sly.

"Sly get up here!"

With a sigh, he ran through the door Murray opened and followed the pink hippo that was his one of his two best two friends.

"Yes mom?"

"It seems that Carmelite is on leave."

"What!? Why?!" Sly yelled.

"Let me see, let me see," Bentley hacked in the strict police files "Here we g-," He stopped in mid sentence with a shocked face. The other two read it and shared the turtle face. "Oh."

"My." (Murray)

"G-d." (Sly)

Earlier that day

"Well Carmelite, you don't have any sickness," Her doctor, Doc Fishman (not a fish) a badger, turned his head away form her for a minute.

'Well, why am I always throwing up now, have strange cravings, hmm?' She thought very angrily.

"So what is wrong with me?" She asked with an annoyed voice.

"Well the thing is…" The badger was sweating now.

"What is it!" She snapped.

"You are…"

Sorry about ending it here. Nice cliff, ay? So what is wrong with her? Why is the gang so shocked? Please review. First fanfic. Tell me you if like it. More of this next chapter, same fanfic website, same fanfic story.