Hey all! Say hello to my first fanfic! This little story has been floating around in my head for a while, and I finally decided to try and write it down. And I'm even sharing it with you! What's wrong with me? I must be out of my mind to post this. Eh, whatever.

This little fic is inspired by many Sly Cooper fics I have read over the past few weeks. After reading them I finally decided to try and write my own. Anyways, whether you think it's good or not, here's my very first fanfic. And I intend to finish it! It's all downhill from here people!

I'd appreciate it if you guys send me some reviews, seeing as how I'm a first timer. I'd like to see what other people think of my writing. I appreciate all reviews, good or bad! Just don't be too harsh on me!

I don't think I need to tell you this, but major Sly 3 spoilers ahead.

Enjoy! Or don't! It's your choice after all.

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Chapter 1: Guilt and Fear

It was getting late, and most people had already turned off their lights and went to sleep. Though it was night, the full moon, as well as the many stars in the sky, illuminated the streets of Paris. There wasn't even any need for the streetlights to be on. Anyone could see perfectly well without them. Out on the balcony of one of the many rooms in an apartment building stood a raccoon staring up at the night sky, thinking.

Sly had always loved the night. Being a nocturnal master thief does that. Though, he wasn't the infamous master thief Sly Cooper anymore. No. He was Constable Sly Cooper of Interpol, who suffered from amnesia after a terrible accident. This was who he now was, or at least, was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to remember his thieving ways. He wasn't supposed to remember that he used to be one of the most wanted criminals at Interpol. But he did remember. In fact, he never even had amnesia. It was a lie. Not to keep himself out of jail, but to go after the one treasure he always wanted. A certain inspector by the name of Carmelita Montoya Fox.

It had been a little over a year since the incident on Kaine Island. After the accident that caused his "amnesia," Carmelita had enrolled him into Interpol as a constable. It wasn't easy convincing Chief Barkley that it was a good idea, but she somehow managed to pull it off. The Chief reluctantly pardoned Sly Cooper of all his crimes due to his amnesia. However, he told Carmelita that Sly was her responsibility, and assigned him as her partner. If anything went wrong, it was her ass on the line. Sly knew this, and did everything he could to become the best damn cop there was. It wasn't as hard as he thought it would be though. He was quite athletic from being a thief almost his whole life, which proved to be extremely helpful. He knew how other criminals thought, seeing as how he used to be one, and his recon skills turned out to be very useful when it came to the many cases he had worked on with Carmelita.

Seeing as how he didn't have any place to live after the accident, Carmelita offered to let him stay in her apartment. She had a spare bedroom after all. Of course, Sly accepted her offer. While not on duty, Sly and Carmelita spent time together, just as friends. They didn't really go anywhere though. They mostly just stayed at home and talked or watched TV together. After a few months of his new lifestyle, Sly finally worked up the courage to ask Carmelita out on a date. He was amazed that she said yes. And now, he still couldn't believe how close they were. He had done what nobody had thought possible, not even himself. He had finally gotten with the cop who had chased him for years. And now, he couldn't be happier.

Or at least, that's what he tried to believe.

Though he loved Carmelita, he always felt guilty for constantly lying to her. It pained him to do it, but he felt it was the only way they could be together. He wanted to tell her the truth. He wanted to let her know that he lied to be with her. But he never could build up the courage to tell her. He was far too scared of what might happen if he told her. He didn't really care if he went to jail. No. He was afraid that Carmelita would leave him. That was the only reason he wouldn't tell her. He had lied for over a year, and he knew that she would never forgive him if she found out. Even if she knew he had given up everything for her. His life, his family fortune, his friends...

His friends. He hasn't seen them since the Cooper Vault job. Well, besides spotting Bentley spying on him while he was with Carmelita a few months after Sly had left the gang. He missed them. Terribly. He had tried to keep tabs on them, but was unsuccessful with everyone but Murray. Apparently he was living somewhere in the U.S. making quite a name for himself racing with the team van. As for the others, Sly had no idea where they were. He was certain that Bentley and Penelope were somewhere in Paris, but they had apparently switched safe houses, and they haven't shown up in any of the cases he had worked on. Did they give up thievery? And what of the other members? Dimitri, Guru, hell even the Panda King! He missed them all. He didn't know where they were, or how to contact them. All he knew was he wanted to see his friends, but he couldn't think of anyway to do it without Carmelita finding out somehow.

Carmelita. Sly's thoughts went back to her. He felt the guilt from lying to her. He felt the fear of her leaving him. He loved her, and he knew she loved him back. But he couldn't help but wonder. Did she love Constable Sly Cooper, or just plain Sly Cooper? He wasn't sure. The only way he could be sure would be to tell her the truth, but again. His fears stopped him. He didn't want to take the risk of losing her. All of these thoughts flew around in Sly's head. He was so focused on them that he didn't notice the door to the balcony open, revealing a red furred latin fox.

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Carmelita looked at the figure standing in front of her. Sly Cooper. Her partner. She never thought that Sly would ever give up his thieving ways, and yet there he was. Standing on the balcony of her apartment. Their apartment. Of course, she knew that he was not there because he chose to. He was there because he had amnesia. And she decided to take advantage of it by lying to him. He thought he was a constable, but she knew who he really was. Hell, everyone knew who he really was. But he didn't, and Carmelita felt absolutely horrible about it. She had been lying to him for over a year after all. She was the sole reason that Sly was no longer a thief. Sometimes she felt that what she did was wrong. However, if she could have had a second chance, she would have done the same thing. She loved him, and it took him nearly being killed for her to finally realize it. Still, her guilt, as well as her fear that Sly will one day remember everything and leave her, kept her from being truly happy with the raccoon. She sometimes wished that he would always have amnesia, but everytime that thought crossed her mind, she felt terrible about it. She just didn't want him to leave her. She knew that once his memories came back, he would be out the door and back to his thieving ways. She feared the day that he regained his memories. If there was only a way for the guilt and fear to go away...

Carmelita walked up to the ex-thief who was leaning on the railing, staring at the sky. He apparently didn't notice that she was there.

"Something wrong Sly?" she asked with a soft tone. Sly jumped a little when he heard her voice. Exactly how long had she been standing there? "You've been standing out here for quite a while now." Sly forced out a smile.

"Nothing's wrong. I guess I just love staring up at the stars." She wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Come on," she said to him. "Don't give me that. I've known you long enough to know when something's on your mind. Tell me." Sly looked down and sighed. He knew she wouldn't believe him. He hasn't been himself lately. He was feeling more guilt and more fear every day, and while he tried to hide it, Carmelita noticed something was wrong.

"I guess it's just stress from work," Sly said while rubbing his neck. He hoped that Carmelita would believe him. It wasn't exactly a lie. He had been swamped with paperwork from the many cases he had been working on lately. Carmelita smiled at him.

"Maybe you should take the day off tomorrow."

Sly chuckled. "What's this? Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox is actually telling me to take a day off from work? The apocalypse must be here!" Carmelita merely laughed at him.

"Just because I'm a so called 'workaholic' doesn't mean you have to be," she told him.

Sly turned around to look at her. "Yeah well, I think I'll pass. Unless, of course, you take the day off as well. After all, a day without you sounds rather unappealing." He gave her one of his trademark grins. Carmelita smiled at him. She was glad that he still had his charm.

"Well then we'll both take the day off. The Chief owes me a few favors anyways. I'll call him now."

"You really think he'll still be awake? He's probably sleeping on his desk right now."

"Trust me. He's more of a workaholic than I am."

Sly smiled and nodded his head. "If you say so. Hey, since you're taking the day off as well, how about we go out tomorrow and spend the day together? We can see a movie, maybe get some dinner..."

"Ah, the old dinner and a movie date," Carmelita interrupted. She chuckled. "I guess we could do that."

Sly smiled. "Well we don't have to do just that. There's more to do in Paris than just go to dinner and see a movie."

Carmelita eyed him suspiciously. "Like what?"

"Oh don't worry," Sly reassured her. "Leave everything to me. I'll plan out our whole day. How does that sound?"

She smiled. "Sounds good Sly. Just don't go too overboard. The whole point of taking a day off is to calm down and take a break."

"Says you," Sly said. Carmelita laughed at that. She kissed Sly and turned towards the door.

"You should go to sleep soon," she said. "You've got a busy day tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah."

She smiled and started heading into the apartment. As she stepped into the living room, she stopped. She knew that he was stressed, but was there more to it? She had her suspicions, but she didn't think much of them. Still, she had to be sure. She turned back around to see Sly staring at the sky again, his back towards her.

"Sly?"

He turned around and looked into her eyes. They showed concern, but that wasn't all they showed. Was it fear? Guilt? Worry? He couldn't tell.

"Do you remember anything from your past?"

Sly's heart fell. Suddenly he felt all the guilt rush back into him. He knew what he should do. He knew he should tell her the truth. He knew that he should tell her that he remembered everything. He wanted to tell her. This was it. This was his chance to be honest with her.

But then his fear kicked in.

Sly shook his head. "No, I don't."

Carmelita breathed a sigh of relief, but Sly didn't notice. "I'm sorry to hear that." She headed back inside and grabbed the phone to call the Chief.

Sly stared back into the night, overwhelmed with guilt. For the first time since they were on Kaine Island, Carmelita asked him if he remembered anything. And he flat out lied to her. He didn't feel bad about it when he lied the first time, but this time was different. Now that he knew she loved him, it felt terrible. If only he wasn't so damn scared to tell her. He knew that there was a chance that she would stay with him, but he just wouldn't take that into consideration. He was only thinking that if she found out he was lying, she would leave him. Hell, she'd probably try to get him thrown in jail. Sly shook his head and started to head inside. He headed to his bedroom, knowing that there was no way he would be able to sleep that night.

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Well? How did I do? Was it good? Bad? Worse than bad? Tell me!

I plan to post at least one chapter a week, though don't be surprised if I post more in one week! I'm a fast typer, and a fast thinker. I could probably finish this entire story in about a week if I really wanted to, but I'd rather pace myself so I don't end up with one big jumble of a story. I don't have a beta reader for this story, so I'm proofreading it myself. If you spot any errors, whether they be grammatical errors, or just errors within the story, please tell me so I can fix them! I want this to be a good fic!

Until next chapter folks!

-eaglefan101