Sly sat on top of the lamppost patiently waiting. He had been here for a while now. An hour, twelve minutes, and twenty-three point six seconds to be exact. The police seemed to be a little slow on the uptake this rainy Saturday night. Usually Carmelita was almost quite literally on his tail after a theft. Speaking of a certain Interpol officer…
"Come down here thief before I shoot you down!" Her face was red and her breath unusually ragged. With a small clang her gun fell to the ground. Carmelita hunched forward coughing harshly. Sly decided to oblige the fox for once, and dropped down beside her.
After a moment she managed to control herself. Carmelita picked her gun up and pointed it at him. As always, he completely ignored this.
"You seem tired Detective Fox, and a little flushed. You didn't run around after me last night and not get proper sleep did you?" He chided. Sly didn't wait for an answer. "Shame on you! Now you're sick."
"No I'm not!" She argued. Carmelita straightened her profile the best she could. It still wasn't that impressive.
"No need to lie to me Carmelita," He winked. "I won't tell anyone else your ill. Wouldn't want to ruin your image of being an indestructible Interpol thief chasing chick." The red on her face could not be blamed on the fever this time.
"Ooh you just be quiet criminal! I'll get you even if I'm a little under the weather." Sly seemed a little amused by this comment.
"Speaking of weather…" As if on cue the heavens opened and down came the rain. She glared at him like it was his fault. He shrugged helplessly. She sneezed.
"Maybe you should go home now. Get some rest too…" He suggested.
"Well maybe you should come with me? I have a nice space just for you behind bars." Carmelita shot back in her special sweet way.
"Sounds cozy." Sly commented dryly. Absently, he flipped his hat in the air and caught it. Carmelita noticed in the time he had it off that he too suffered from hat hair. A sudden thought seemed to come to the raccoon.
"Hey why don't you ever drive a car?"
Carmelita blinked. That was a little random, even for him. So she shot at him. And unfortunately, to her point of view, missed. Damn.
Now because of her transactions she had to look up to him from the lamppost. The rain was getting into her eyes. Joy.
"Tsk tsk Ms. Fox. You shouldn't try to shoot someone that's going to do you a favor." He wagged his finger at her. She blinked again. Why couldn't she come up with any witty responses? Must be the fever.
"What favor?"
"This." He jumped down and gave her a kiss. Before she could yell at him he disappeared. Hesitantly Carmelita touched her lips. Then her forehead. It wasn't hot…