well, we meet again, here i am, writing yet another story that wont be finished for a while...or may even be a one hit wonder... maybe that's why everyone hates me...

LaZY pEoPLe RuLe!!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SLY COOPER, but I own Mona and hardware heaven. :D

location: hardware heaven,

paris france

Now dont ask Sly what he was thinking when he was thinking; unless you want to hear the worlds longest list of everythings and nothings. Leaning on the wall near the entrance of Hardware Heaven, a small shop near downtown (emphasis on the down) France, nothing was out of the ordinary. Everything remained conspicious, aside from the fact that the store was right around the corner of some dark alleyway, and there were only one to two streetlamps on each block. There was no van in sight; and that raccoon leaning on the wall, pssh, could have been anyone. So, as I was saying, there Sly was, thinking the unguessable, waiting for his pals to buy that modem or whatever it was they were in there for, and tonight was pretty a silent night. Until she arrived.

----MONA----

"She" or better known as 'Mona', had been watching Sly. Not for a day or two, but more per se, a whole year. She had finally tracked down his location; of course the most obvious place in the world for a master thief in the most excuisite and expensive Paris. Even more specifically: a run down alleyway, in a creepy dark street next to a descreet but no less creepier shop. But still in Paris.

"This block needs god." she whispered as she turned her back to the wall. Had he had seen her? She peeked again. Nope. Placing a finger on her pursed lips, she had to think of a way to get his attention.

"hmmmmm"

----SLY----

Tonite Sly wans't in the cheeriest mood; heck, you wouldn't be either if you had found out the object of your desire was shipped to England unexpectantly just a few hours before you could get your paws on it. But Hey, another day, another dollar, as Sly's father always said. He opened his eyes. Nothing. No one. A pin drop could be heard in this silence. Sly thought he heard a cricket. Nope, that was just a trash can. He closed his eyes again just be silently startled by a new sound.

"Sly."

His right ear twitched to the right ever so slightly, but that whisper definetly sound like anyone he had known. Turning to it would be like slapping the person in the face with a big "I am Sly Cooper" sign. He closed his eyes again.

"pssst. Sly."

ignore it, ignore it, ignore it, ignore it...

----MONA-----

Now why in the friggin world wasn't he answering? Obviously because he was indeed sly cooper. Now miss Mona, she has had some expirence with criminals. Its not like she didnt know how to get into their head. Well, HELLO, she did marry one, and had attempted to follow the thieving path. Unfortunetly, it wasn't her "thing", so she had dedicated her life to joining the law. But of course, before she gave thievery the ol' cold shoulder, she had picked up a few things. She knew what thoughts hid behind those calm eyes, she learned to identify strenghts and weaknesses just from a glance, or even a lucky 3 minute talk. Yep, she was very persuasive, and it was about time she show Sly a little trick.of.her.own.

----SLY----

"psssttt, Slyyy."

Like i said before, Sly was NOt in the mood. He was NOT about to answer this woman, he was NOT about go inside the electronics store and retreat, and he definetly was NOT going to walk away. Ok, maybe he might. He exhaled deeply and opened his eyes very...disturbed-like.

Looking straight ahead and almost talking to space, Sly asked, "You looking for someone?"

And well, whaddya know, a mysterious woman popped out from the street corner. How mysterious, Sly honestly never would have guessed. This raccoon stumbled, but than had a look on her face that said she had just found what she was looking for. Nonetheless, she replied,

"Well, I was looking for someone, but I guess I must have the wrong person."

Lovely, but too old for my taste. "Sorry about that."

"No problem" She reached out a paw to greet Sly. How...warm.. "And I'm Mona." There was really no need to lie, she knew that Sly didnt know who she was.

"Kent. You're new around here." Sly had stated, more than asked.

"Yeah. Paris is... beautiful." She pretended to gaze at the city.

Sly turned his view to look into the store entrance at Bentley and Murray, who were already on the way out.

Trying not to sound rushed, Sly asked, "Anything else I can help you with?"

"Oh no, no. I'll get around. I'll hope to see you again sometime...son."

And with that, Mona backed around the shadowy street corner.

..Son? what is that, some new type of slang?...

----MONA-----

The raccoon flipped open her phone and brought it to her ear.

"Hello, Bette? you won't believe who I bumped into..."

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Well, well, and so this is where we part. Will you send me a review? Will I decide to make another chapter of sly/ mom madness? And when will I ever stop procrastinating? The world may never know.

Ta-ta!