A/N: Wow….I'm back. Hahaha it's not like I went anywhere or anything, I still stuck around the Sly fandom and read and reviewed, but I haven't really posted a Sly story since Murrays Past which, by the way, in a few days will be a year old :). Anyways, for awhile I was writing fics in other fandoms but something was wrong. I wasn't having fun. I love writing stories about the Sly Cooper characters because it's fun. So I deleted the stories I was writing that I didn't enjoy (most of them) and started writing a new SC fic. Sooooo here it is. Please R&R and enjoy Sly 4: The Lost Thief.

CHAPTER 1

Paris is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. There are many reasons people love this beautiful city. People come to fall in love, and to possibly escape it. But the main reason Paris is loved so much, is the lights. Thus earning it the nick name "The City of Light."

Every night these beautiful lights come to life in dazzling show that is sure to boggle the mind. The night is a beautiful time for Paris, but not always. Sometimes the crime of Paris rears its ugly head. On nights like that, the scum of the beautiful city emerge from the underbelly and wreak havoc on citizens and tourists alike. These poor, innocent people sadly fall victim to muggings, kidnappings and many more horrible crimes. However, the local law enforcement is more than qualified to prevent these types of nights, so they don't happen often. Sorry friends, but this sadly, is one of those nights.

Somewhere in this beloved city, a man dressed in all black, including a mask, is running from the crime he just committed. Over his shoulder he carries a burlap sack, filled to the brim with something. Nervous looking, and sweating, the black clad man pulled out a cell phone. He continued running while dialing in a number rather quickly.

"Frank! Frank, where are you?" The man screamed into the phone.

"Exactly where I told you I was going to be! Now calm down, everything, like the boss said, is going according to plan." A voice said emerging from the phone. According to his tone, he was much more calm and collected than his partner.

Looking over his shoulder, the man carrying the sack blurted into the phone, "Well what about the cops? I feel like they're gonna pop out any minute!" Over his shoulder the man could obviously see there were no police officers chasing him, but this did not lessen his worries.

Frank, the man on the other end, sighed and continued trying to calm his partner down. "Rob, how many times do I have to go over this with you?" From the sound of it, Frank had done this many times before. "The boss was able to short circuit the banks security system, so nobody has any idea what you're doing."

"Okay but what about that Inspector Fox?" From how scared Rob sounded, it was obvious this was what was bothering him the whole time. "Or her partner, whatever his name is, they are the best there is. Just because the alarm didn't go off, doesn't mean they won't find out. I'm telling you, those two cops got a trick up their sleeve."

"Looks like I'm gonna have to tell you this again to." Speaking slowly, Frank said, "Carmelita Fox and Sly Cooper are vacation. The boss planed this whole heist around the fact that those two would be gone." Now, this time, it was Franks turn to ask questions. "Why do you doubt the boss so much?"

Rob then quit running, almost falling over from the sudden stop. "Frank…I…I didn't mean it like that." Rob, this entire time, had been speaking in a tone of worry and fear, but this was different. Though he still sounded worried and afraid, this was for another reason. He was once scared of being caught, but was no scared by what might happen when he returned to the base.

"Well what did you mean, Rob?" Frank asked, only receiving Rob's panting as a reply. "Never mind just get here already." With that, Frank hung up leaving an even more terrified Rob alone. Rob looked behind him, adjusted his mask, and continued running.

Rob ran down the dark streets of Paris's bad neighborhood for a few more minutes. Occasionally beggars would approach him, only to be shoved aside. After several blocks, and still just as worried as he was on the phone, Rob spotted the place he was looking for: an alleyway no different looking than the rest. He quickly rushed into the alley and over to a nearby fire escape. Still lugging the sack behind him, Rob climbed the escape to the rooftops. Finally he spotted his destination. Three small roof tops away, a helicopter lied there with a pilot dressed in as much black as Rob, minus the mask. The fearful Rob gulped and leapt from extremely close roof top to the next. He soon reached the helicopter.

"Frank, get this thing started I wanna get out of here." Rob said to the Great Dane in the pilot's seat. He had black fur, was extremely muscular, and was giving Rob a "if looks could kill" kind of glare. Rob, now even more terrified, considering he was face to face with Frank, realized he should probably explain. "Okay Frank, look, it was an accident. You know I'd never talk bad about the boss. He's never steered us wrong, but you can't really blame me. I mean, me and most of the other guys have never seen him. How am I supposed to trust this so called "genius" when he just sends the plans through you?" There was an awkward silence, followed by a gasp from Rob, now realizing what he had said. "Frank I….please don't…" Rob was cut short by Frank leaping out of the helicopter and grabbing him by his collar.

"You leave me no choice, Rob. I'm telling the boss when we get back, end of discussion." Frank then released the shaking Rob, sending him to the floor. "Now get in." Frank returned to his pilot's seat as a hopeless Rob joined him in the passenger seat.

The duo buckled up in their seats as Frank began to flip a few switches. Soon Frank took a breath and reached for the controller. He firmly griped it and was ready for takeoff, until a sound shocked both of the criminals. It was loud and painful sounding, like something mettle being ripped from its machine. Actually, that's exactly what the sound was. After the sound erupted, the helicopter actually rocked a little bit.

"What the hell was that?" An already on edge Rob screamed. Frank, after a roll of the eyes, pulled a revolver from under his seat.

After making sure it was loaded Frank looked at the nervous, mask wearing face next to him. "I'll check it out. You just stay here and make sure the bag is safe." After receiving a nod in return, Frank left the chopper. Once outside there didn't seem to be anything wrong, but then he turned around to see something that would jeopardize their plan. The helicopters propeller had been ripped clean off. "Damn it!"

"What is it?" Rob asked, covering his face with the sack out of fear. "Is everything okay?"

"No its not! Where the hell did that freaking propeller go?" As Frank paced around in anger, he noticed something. A few rooftops away there was a helicopter, smaller than theirs (it almost looked like a toy), hovering, with a long tether below it. But this was not what caught his attention. Connected to the tether was a claw, and in the claws grip was their propeller. "What the…..Rob you gotta see this!" Rob was outside the helicopter in seconds. "Look at that thing. It's got our propeller." After saying this, Frank looked at Rob and the two erupted in laughter.

Rob took a breath and said, "That thing looks like toy. How they hell did it get our propeller?"

Wiping a tear away Frank answered, "Beats me, but don't worry about it. I'll just shoot it down and we will take the propeller back. I'm sure we've got enough tools in the chopper to reattach it." As he said this, he raised the revolver and aimed, this was followed by a sudden gun fire. It, however, wasn't his. A bullet whizzed by Rob's head and nailed Frank in the revolver hand. The Great Dane yelled in pain as he dropped his revolver and clutched his shot hand.

"Holy crap what…..uh oh." Rob said, his attention suddenly taken away from his partner's hand.

"Damn it, Rob! What the hell was that for?"

"That wasn't me." Rob said, pointing into the distance. Frank looked from his hand and the revolver on the floor, to where Rob was pointing. On the roof top next to propeller stealing, little helicopter sat a small toy car. It had an antenna topped with a flower, but what Frank looked at were its gun barrels. Two of these barrels were mounted on top, smoke emitting from one of them "What is this?" At this point, Rob was shaking in his boots.

"Nothing." Spat Frank, reaching for the pistol with his good hand. That's when it happened, seemingly, out of nowhere, someone landed on the roof top. They ran towards Frank and delivered a swift kick to his face. He wobbled backwards before collapsing near the roof's edge.

"Frank, what the hell is that?" Rob screamed. Running through town, being in trouble with the boss, the propeller being stolen, and now, this mysterious person who obviously wants to hurt them showing up, all had become too much for him. He took a quick look at their attacker. Him, her, or whatever it was had been dressed in a black trench coat, covering their body. They also had black combat boots, gloves, and a skull cap. There was also a scarf wrapped around the mouth and nose. The only thing visible was its eyes, two brown eyes wearing a large pair of glasses.

"I don't know," Said Frank, who now had a bloody lip to match his hand, "Just shoot it!"

Rob quickly dove for the revolver but it was kicked away. However, Rob did receive a quick punch to the nose, sending him spinning. But before he could wobble away, the figure grabbed him by the collar. It then, with a sinister glare, pulled Rob's mask clean off. With the mask gone, Rob is seen to be a rat, a very skinny one with sickly green fur. After becoming less dizzy, he realized his mask was gone and felt his face.

"My mask!" Rob was then cut short when this mysterious person kneed him in the gut, and was then drop kicked in the face. The rat stumbled backwards, in the process running into the helicopter. With Rob collapsed on the floor, the person took a break, not knowing what was behind them.

Suddenly a voice erupted from its pocket and yelled, "Look out, Penelope!" The person in black, apparently known as Penelope, spun around to see Frank running at her with a knife. She quickly kicked the knife away, delivered many swift chops to the stomach, and super kicked him on top of Rob. Tired, and in pain, Rob and Frank just lied there, not wanting to fight back anymore.

The girl known as Penelope removed her hat and scarf to reveal she was indeed a girl. She had long blonde hair that was kept in a bun, until she released it letting the hair fall to mid back. She also had a small snout and had a sort of pinkish, purplish fur. Her ears, which drooped at the sides of her head, showed that she was a mouse. Penelope after clearing her throat pulled a strange device from the pocket the voice came from.

The device looked like a pair of binoculars, except for a few things. It had many odd things attached to it, like flashing lights and knobs. She raised it to her eyes and began speaking. "Thanks for that one, Bentley. I'd be dead if it weren't for you."

"Oh it's fine," a nasally voice on the other end said, "After all you've done for me, it's the least I can do" Penelope smiled and the voice, which belonged to a turtle named Bentley, continued. "Now, I've alerted Interpol that we've subdued our target and that the helicopter, the stolen content, and the criminals, of course, will be waiting for them to pick up. I've estimated that it should take them 15 minutes to arrive, so please hurry and tie those two up, and while you're at it check the helicopter and the contents of the bag. We need all evidence to be there for Interpol when they arrive, so just take pictures of anything important looking."

"Okay sure, but just one question."

"Yes?"

Penelope, feeling a little embarrassed, asked, "Um….how do you take pictures?" To Penelope's relief, Bentley thought it was funny and let out a chuckle.

"Ha-ha its okay. Just press the button labeled "R1" at the top of the camera." Bentley said this clearly and perfectly, as if he had said it many, many times before.

"Oh, okay I found it. Thanks, Bentley." Penelope noticed the "R1" button and took a picture of the pile that was Rob and Frank for practice. "Sorry that I'm not used to using a binocucom quite yet. I never had to use them that much before."

Bentley grinned and responded, "Perfectly alright. I need to get around to making one of your own, anyway. That old thing hasn't been used in ages, considering it used to be Sl…." Bentley suddenly stopped talking, but not because he forgot or he was interrupted, it was because he realized what he was talking about. Penelope had a mixed look of sadness and concern.

"Bentley, are you alright?" Penelope received no answer for what seemed like ages. However, a sigh was eventually heard and Bentley spoke.

"Yeah….yeah I'm fine. Just get back to the place as soon as possible." Bentley looked away from the binocucom, making it unable for Penelope to see his face.

"Okay." A worried Penelope simply replied, believing ending the conversation was the best.

"And Penelope!" Bentley quickly said before she hung up.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Penelope began to blush and her face of worry vanished, replaced by one of the biggest smiles ever. "I love you too." Bentley then showed a quick grin and hung up.

Bentley sat alone in his "home", a turned off binocucom in front of him. He looked at the desk in front of him, tears welling in his eyes. The force smile he had shown Penelope quickly faded and was replaced with a frown. The turtle, however, was not willing to cry. Though it was eating him up inside, he would not let it happen. No, not again.

The house that he was sitting in was a small, humble, but nice home. There was a small kitchen, a large living room, and three bedrooms, though only one was used now. Bentley was currently in the large living room, which contained the desk he was sitting behind, a couch in front of a T.V., and a bunch of weights that looked as if they hadn't been touched in ages.

Wiping away the tears in his eyes and sniffling, Bentley left the desk. He rolled away from behind the desk, considering he was in a wheel chair, and over to a hallway. The hallway contained five doors. One was a bland brown door that led to a bathroom, the others all very different. One, across from the bathroom was a green door. There was nothing on it except gold letters spelling the name BENTLEY. Obviously this room belonged to Bentley, but he was more concerned about the two others. Next to Bentley's was a pink door that had posters of, what looked like, wrestlers (it was hard to tell because of all the dust). Also, like Bentley's, there were gold letters, but these spelled MURRAY. Finally, Bentley looked from Murray's door to the one across. It was a blue and had a raccoon head, the symbol of the famous Cooper Gang, pasted in one of the upper corners. And just like the rest, it bore a name, this one being SLY.

Bentley then noticed that tears were once again forming. He shook it off and rolled to his door. He figured it would be best to go to bed, so he wouldn't have to deal with how he was feeling at the moment. But just as he reached for the door knob, something glimmered in the corner of his eye. He really wanted to ignore it. He wanted to pretend he'd never seen it and just lie down in bed and fall into a deep sleep, but Bentley, being the curious man he was, spun to face where the sparkle had come from. It had been from the door at the very end of the hallway, the fifth door. It was black and all it had on it was the famous Cooper gang symbol. A nearby window was open, causing the moon light to shine on the symbols metal surface.

Bentley now wanted to go to bed more than anything. He knew what lied beyond that door, and he really did not want to see it. The state he was in, opening it would send him into hysterical tears. But, for some reason, part of him wanted to see it. The house he was currently in was the place where he had spent most of his adult life, and he'd be lucky if he was able to see it once a year nowadays. Just exploring one time wouldn't be so bad, right? Well, that's what Bentley thought as he rolled himself to the door. Soon he was face to face with the Cooper Gang symbol. With a sigh he wiped the dust of the symbols surface, making it able for him to see his glasses wearing face. Bentley chuckled a little about how the reflection made him look, but he quickly stopped and got back to business. He placed a shaking hand on the door knob and turned. The door swung open so quickly that either Bentley really wanted it open, or the door itself was sick of being closed. But either way, it was open and Bentley rolled inside.

A/N: Well I hope everyone liked it. Sorry if it is a bit long for a few people, but I wanted to get allot of things set up for the second chapter, in which the event occurs that starts the gang's next big adventure. Wow I'm actually excited to be writing again! Lol so please R&R, have a very Jabala Day, and BYE!