(A/N) I admit it, I'm bored and this is what people like me do when I'm bored. This is the first story in my second generation heroes series. Well, with every hero in the books finding true love all the time there's bound to be kids eventually. How come the next generation doesn't get some grand adventure? How come there is always peace throughout the land. History repeats itself and the problems always continue. So since I'm in Sly Cooper mode what better way to satisfy my weirdness and make a story about their kid: Conner Cooper!

Summary: More than two decades have passed since Sly left claiming to have amnesia to be with Carmelita. Things went alright for a long while. They were happy and he turned into a decent cop. Without him always making her look unprofessional Carmelita was able to take over the department like she would have so many years ago. Things were perfect. But times change and eventually there's going to be another criminal that is just impossible to catch. And for young Officer Conner Cooper that is a problem he will just have to handle on his own without getting the same record of his mother.

Copyright: All Sly characters (except those I make up) don't belong to me. The belong to sucker punch and whoever else owns them

He cursed as he pushed the pedal hard against the floor. The car's engine roared as he sped forward. He wasn't letting this criminal get away. He knew the terrain was dangerous, the sharp curves in the road making high speed travel difficult to say the least. But his target continued on, faster and faster by the moment, and obvious master at the wheel. Well, he would just have to be better.

"Unit 745, halt your advance," His superior commanded over the raido.

"I'm not letting him get away this time." He growled. He had seen that blue and white van speed away so many times he hated it.

"We have a chopper after him." She told him, "Don't worry, I'm not about to let him get away."

"You know this guy is an RC expert and an excellent marksman as well. He'll shoot down your chopper and take off after I leave him." His paws tightened around the wheel as he took a sharp turn that knocked pebbles off the edge of the cliff beside the winding road he followed.

"We'll catch him Conner," Her voice was almost soothing, contrasting the harsh squeal of his tires as he turned yet again, "Don't worry. It doesn't do you any good being obsessed with your target. Trust me."

"You just don't want me hurt."

"That's true. But orders are orders no matter who they come from. Hold back."

With an annoyed growl he did as he was told, watching as the enemy van disappeared. How dare she call him of when he was so close? With an annoyed sigh he leaned back in his chair. That was the second time the inspector had done this to him. He would have to have a word with her. Still angry he threw the car into gear and sped off.

Several minutes later he threw the door of her office open. He didn't care that she hadn't asked for him, or that she was probably busy, he was going to say this. "You let him get away again."

"That was a necessary precaution." She said not looking up. Usually she gets mad at anyone who comes in unannounced.

"He shot down your chopper didn't he?" Connor growled, nearly shouting "Why couldn't you just listen to me? A few more seconds and I could have had him."

"A few more seconds and you would have been thrown off the Cliffside."

"That's not true and you know it. I'm a better driver than you ever were."

"Yes, yes, so you tell me." She only rolled her eyes.

"Carmelita I-"

"We have talked about this," She interrupted finally looking up. There wasn't furry in her brown eyes, but she sure wasn't happy. "Inside this building and as long as you wear that uniform I am Inspector Cooper to you. And no, I don't like it either."

"Fine. mom."

"Conner why do you-"

"Dad would have let me finish. If he was there he would have just blown right through that van and you know it."

"What your father does is different. You know is rebellion is the only reason he hasn't grown in rank since before you were born."

"Well I don't care. Sooner or later I'll catch that mangy thief and I'll do it without marrying the team leader." He didn't listen to any more his mother had to say, just turned and walked away. But outside he wasn't alone. He was joined by Jeromie, a sloth, and Hercules, a gorilla.

"You really should take things like this less hard," Jeromie told him. He really wouldn't have known since he had never really been in the field. "It'll only mess with your brain."

"I could've had him and she knew it." Anger was still in him. His mom was only lucky she didn't follow him out, he wasn't sure what he'd do no matter who she was.

"It's not like you've seen the guy before." Hercules told him, "No one can really blame you."

"He's a bear, Herc, that's all. I should be able to do this."

"You can't do everything."

"I never said that." He sighed and looked out one of the closest windows. The view from here to the rest of the city of Paris was beautiful, but he couldn't care about the lights of the city now. "But this I can do. Maybe if I just had a little help from you guys we could pull this off." Mom always worked alone before dad joined the force. I won't be like her. "With you behind the keyboard and you behind the trigger no thief would stand a chance against us."

"A partnership?" Jeromie rested his head on a paw. "I suppose my services could be of great assistance in tracking down this bear."

"And I could just pound him he ever came near me." Hercules added.

"Then we're a team." He extended his fist and both of them placed their paws over his.

Things were slightly different for me. As an Interpool cop like my mom and dad people would make sure I didn't get any special treatment. See, my mom, Inspector Carmelita Mantoya Cooper, has always been a cop. Born and bred in the law. Even her parents were cops, and their parents, and theirs. It only seemed right that I be one too. I even looked more like her with my orange and yellow coat, but I did have my father's ringtail. My dad, Constable Cooper, well, I never knew much about him except that he was a thief in a group he called the Cooper gang with a turtle and a hippo. He left the team to be with my mother and sired me and my sister. Oh, yeah. Angela-Maria is my younger sister, but she never uses both of her names just one or the other. About the time I was in my third year of police work she was headed off to a college of the arts. Even though she looked more like our ringtail father she had taken a great talent for music, specializing in the flute. But since then none of us had seen her. When we tried to contact my little sister she would only disappear, as if she didn't want to be found. Dad said he understood, said she had learned something in her time alone and she would have to fight it without us as some great personal test. She'll come back when she's ready. Anyway, even though I work for Interpool now like my mom did, doesn't mean I'm like her. See, my dad told me of his life as a thief and about how all that changed after he realized he loved my mom. At first it was just stories, until I realized it was true and this new thief was living almost like he did, running around the world with no master. So far he's only been seen by my dad, but it's enough to give this guy a record. And I'm gonna be the one to catch him.

(A/N) That's all there is to this one. Just a short little introduction to characters.