A/N: Several things to keep in mind-

-This is not related to the current story I'm still writing, this is a completely different story

-Carmelita is still from NY and so is Sly but elements to their overall family life and upbringing is different from my old story

-I will not abandon You Play Too Much…" I'm just taking a break from it and yes the sequel is coming. I just want to write a different Sly Cooper Story.

-Ages have changed Carmelita is 23 and Sly is 20

-The time period is in 1990 and later on in the story it progresses up to 2014

Anyway, enjoy.

"CARMELITA!"

The thief raced to the vixen to keep her from being hit by the loony mandrill but it was too late.

The blast strike her with such power that it propelled her backwards and flying several feet in the air then landing with a hard thump onto the ground, almost appearing lifeless.

Sly felt his heart sank and his eyes widened in terror. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Dr. M had just hurt the woman that despite their different statuses as cop and criminal, he had come to respect and even care for her.

He immediately rushed over to her side. She was bleeding but she was still alive.

"Thank you." He whispered to himself.

Then a roar of laughter interrupted his thoughts and he looked back at Dr. M with a frown.

"That little pesky cop deserved it. And don't worry, you'll be joining her soon enough!" The mandrill was in a stance ready for the final battle.

The raccoon stood up with his hand tightly gripping his cane and the hate burning within him for this horrible, undignified sociopath standing before. Sly couldn't understand how a man that was once associated with his father could be so evil. Thinking about it alone made him sick.

Yet, the thief didn't back down. He held his head up high with class and no fear.

"I'm ready for this to be over Dr. M!"

"Well then, I'm ready to end this for YOU!"

Even though the mandrill no longer had energy to blast his laser, he still had an advantage of killing the annoying raccoon with the mechanical headgear that had it's metal spider-like legs to knock him out.

The two went at it once again, the legs nearly swung at Sly's head but he managed to duck in time and gave the doctor a hard blow to his stomach.

Carmelita, although weak, felt her eyes slighly open. She saw Dr. M and Sly struggling to overcome one another but she was very disoriented and then blacked out.

A while later, battered and bloodied but still strong-willed, the Raccoon delivered his final hit to Dr. M's face so grueling that he swore he heard the insane mandrill's skull crack and before the man knew it, he fell backwards with no sign of life but Sly didn't care nor was he going to give the mandrill a chance to get up.

Sly went back over to Carmelita, who of course was still alive but needed medical attention urgently, gently lifted her on to his shoulder and ran as fast as his could despite his own injuries.

He needed to contact Bentley but he wasn't sure if his earpiece was on and he couldn't stop and retrieve his Binocucom, as he ran down the halls he suddenly felt a shaky disturbance surrounding. The floor was also quaking.

"Oh No! Hold on Carm!" He cried and picked up the pace while steadily keeping her on his shoulder.

Then, he heard a beep in his earpiece and a familiar voice filled his ears.

"Sly! Sly, are you ok?!" The frantic nerdy turtle shrieked, making the raccoon cringed due to the maximum volume of the earpiece.

"Yes..I'm ok but this place is about to collapse and I'm trying to get out of here."

"You need any help getting out?"

"No, I can find my way out, you know I am a Cooper after all." Sly said coolly.

Bentley couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Sly always had a way of making even the most scariest situation become light-hearted.

"However, there is something you can do. I need you to not freak out, I just need you to listen to me carefully because after this, I won't be able to talk to you until I escape."

The turtle gulped. "Ok...I'm all ears, pal."

"I need you all to get the ship ready and fast. We need to get to a hospital close by because Carmelita is hurt."

"Carmelita?!" The turtle yelled and once again the raccoon writhed.

"Bentley, I know you don't like Carmelita but now is not the time for this, we have to help her."

The other side was silence for a good ten seconds until the voice came back with a tiring sigh.

"You're right Sly, I'll get everyone ready. Just make it out of there safe." Then the line click as the conversation ended.

Without warning, a large metallic piece of the ceiling that the Raccoon was almost underneath fell and smashed onto the floor into smithereens.

The Raccoon jumped back and his heart wildly flipped inside his chest and the sweat rolled down his temple in nervousness.

"Damn, that was close." He heard Carmelita moaning in agony.

"We'll get out of here, Carmelita, hang in there." He whispered.

He continued to dodge the now trap like ruined facility. He leapt over the holes and metal junk that fell in front of him and even swinging his cane to whack away the debris.

The walls were started to crack, but Sly had to keep going and he did as he finally saw the exit.

Three weeks later back in France in the hospital...

The vixen slowly moved her head and her eyes fluttered opened.

"S-S-SHE'S A-A-AWAKE! MY BABY'S AWAKE!" The trembling voiced shouted.