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Sly Cooper:

"I'm Dreaming of a Green Christmas."

Prologue

It was a beautiful September night. The Policeman's ball was always a big too do every year. Not just for policeman or inspectors, but for criminals too. It was the night that the police were preoccupied with the celebration to really watch for Tom Foolery. Sly had made it a point to make an appearance at every ball. For one reason and one reason only. To see Carmelita Montoya Fox win another award for excellence.

She always wore the most beautiful dresses. The only thing that could compare to her angry face was that beautiful smile of hers. The ball was usually lively except for Carmelita, she always sat at a table by herself never partaking in any of the dancing and entertainment. Sly wanted to change that more than anything. It must have been his night because he "found" an extra uniform that was just his size. Unfortunately it was already on one of the officers when he found it. But his thieving cane made short work of him.

Sly did his best to be quiet as he slipped out of his blue shirt, gray pants, blue gloves, and blue boots. The cool hair touching his naked body as he pulled on the freshly pressed uniform. The uniform fit snuggly as he slid down the pillar to the floor. He poked his head around the corner looking at the tables that lined the dance floor. He pushed his hands into his pockets pulling out a pair of fake glasses and a thin fake mustache. The thin rimmed golden glasses showed up against his black mask in his fur. The thin black mustache topped his thin lips. Sly knew the finishing touches were going to fool even Carmelita. The soft soled shoes clacked upon the floor, but was barely heard over the soft jazz music that filled the large room.

Sly made his way toward Carmelita offering nods in greeting to the gentlemen and a shy 'aw shucks' smile to the ladies. The young raccoon turned heads as he walked by, presenting himself before Carmelita. There was a glow around her as she looked up. Her chocolate eyes meeting his dark eyes. She swallowed hard as her eyes scanned over the name on his breast. 'O'Brien'. Her mouth hung open for a moment, there was something so familiar about him, but it escaped her.

"Can…I help you Officer O'Brien." Her voice was soft and almost inaudible over the sound of the music and the talking in the room.

Sly smiled softly as she had taken the bait and was even more pleased that she had read the name on the uniform, he spoke out with a soft Irish accent. "I was hoping that a beautiful flower like yourself wouldn't mind joining me in a dance."

The blush was there on her cheeks as he held his hand out to her, her soft voice stammered out. "I'm thank you for asking, but no. I'm not interested in dancing O'Brien."

Sly put on his best hurt face that he could muster. "Aw lass, you should at least honor me with just one dance, please."

Carmelita's eyes locked with his and held them there for a long time. She couldn't tell what this infatuation was with him, but it was there and it was so strong. Slowly she rose and took his hand. Her beautiful purple dress hugged her curves well. Almost enough to take Sly's breath away. It was hard for him to control his eyes from wanting to gaze upon her figure. Surrounded by cops was a dangerous situation to be in, but all he could think about was her.

Who was the prey of this situation, it didn't matter anymore. Her hand resting softly at the small of his back, her other hand resting gently in his. The blush was now shared between them, while his fingers cradled hers lightly. His other hand resting feather light at the small of her back. The feeling of her fur through the satin fabric was driving him mad.

A soft scent of lavender washed over him as he was now locked with her in this dance. The music moved them in slow motion. It was almost magical. Carmelita was lost in the gentle scent of vanilla. Before she could stop herself her arms rested around his neck, her nose touching lightly at his throat. Breathing the vanilla scent in deeper, the hint of ginger was there too.

Neither of them had noticed that the other officers and their dates had moved from the dance floor. Many stood in awe at the young unknown officer doing what so many had failed to do in the past. No one ever got that close to Carmelita. Sly slowly slid his fingers along her back finding himself arrested by the woman who had long since held his heart prisoner. Carmelita blushed softly as her thoughts left the sweet raccoon officer and found them on Sly. If only it were Sly instead of O'Brien, than this moment could last forever. She thought to herself as a smile came to her lips.

The song came to a stop as the pair slowly stepped away letting just there hands stay locked. Her eyes were locked on his. In the dim light of the ballroom, if she didn't know any better she could have swore it was Sly Cooper holding hands with her.

"O'Brien you are a wonderful dancer, can I have the pleasure of your first name." Carmelita felt her voice tremble, only one other had ever gotten her voice to tremble like that.

Sly opened his lips to speak as he heard a voice call out. "Stop him, he's the one that took my uniform."

A young canine fumbled forward through the crowd, his Irish accent was spot on. Sly's eyes slipped over to the young cop. Everything slowed down around them. Without him even knowing it, he had used the technique of his ancestor's to slow down time, buying him some time to think. Sly knew he had been caught, if he didn't make his escape now, there would be no escape. His eyes found Carmelita's again, her eyebrows bent in worry. It was plain to see, she was worried about him.

Sly should have run right then, but something told him to stop. Before he could react he pulled Carmelita into his arms his soft lips caressing hers' in a passionate kiss. To his surprise there was no fight from her against his kiss. He could feel her hands resting against his chest as he held for what seemed like forever before pulling away.

Carmelita's cheeks were flushed red as the thin mustache that once adorned Sly's upper lip now adorned hers. Quickly he pulled the glasses off giving her a little wink before dashing off. Carmelita just stood there trying to keep from falling over. The kiss had left her weak in the knees.

Sly smirked as he pulled the coat off tossing it in the direction of a very large pig in stature. The coat covered his face as Sly agilely climbed the pigs frame, throwing himself up to catch a pillar pushing himself onward. The shoes were an issue. The slick bottoms making it impossible to grip the marble.

Like a cat that had just been dunked in the bath tub Sly scrambled up the pillar. He jumped from the pillar onto the bandstand running as fast as he could. His tail bouncing happily making sure his balance didn't fail. He threw himself into a front spin, rolling into a ball. As fast as he could, his fingers flew to undo the shoes and cast them off. The floor was a bit cold under his feet but that was of little concern to him as he ran left, diving off the stage into a large crowd of cops, sending them sprawling.

Sly rocked onto his shoulder flinging himself up on his feet as he snagged a single rose from the expensive vase on the registry table. Sly licked his lips as he reaches into his pocket pulling out a card cutout of a raccoon head and lay it on the table next to the register book. His fingers gripped the pen, as his fingers wrote in a flourish along one of the lines. "Sly Cooper."

By the time he had finished his taunting the group that were sprawled on the floor were slowly getting up. It was Sly's time to leave. He made his way across the floor towards Carmelita who, hadn't moved from her spot. Her eyes locked on Sly the whole time. Sly skidded to a stop in front of her as he slipped the rose gingerly behind her ear, lacing it with her hair.

"I'm sorry my sweet Inspector that I have to cut our date short. I promise I will make it up to you." Sly gave her a dashing smile that would make his teeth gleam if this were some form of video game.

Sly was off again back up the pillar he originally started climbing. His eyes caught a horseshoe hang on the pillar a smile came to his lips as he snagged it, tucking it in his teeth. You just never know when you're going to need a good luck charm. His mind laughed as he climbed up on the rafters of the large ballroom. His hand closing around the red thigh pack that waited for him.

The cops were coming faster and he knew he had overstayed his welcome. His fingers gripped his cane and out the window he had come in. The roof was cold under his feet, but he didn't have time to stop and put his boots back on. He crouched down and slid down the roof. The drain pipe getting closer as he flexed the his muscles in his legs, his mind clicked like a giant X flashing in his head. The force of his legs pushed him from the roof into a somersault. He eyes locking upon a spire on top of the lamp near the power lines. A circle flashed before his eyes around the tip of lamp cause him to perch on it with excellent accuracy.

Behind him a clutter came from the roof. Her turned back to see Carmelita and half a dozen cops pile out onto the roof. She held the rose in her hand, her eyes meeting his again.

"Oh Carmelita, you have something on your lip." Sly taunted playfully.

Before she could say anything he jumped and perched atop the power lines and slid out of sight. "Damn you Sly Cooper, I'll get you!" Carmelita voice filled the night sky.