Sly Cooper and All Character's from the three games belong to Sucker Punch Productions. Any other characters, traditions, or organizations belong's to me.

This Story is rated T for excessive violence and profanity in English and other languages.

This is my first Fic, so feedback would be great.

This is to all viewers and fans of Sly Cooper. Enough explaining! Time to enjoy.

Chapter 1

Prologue

Rain. It can be both a blessing, and a annoyance. Leigh thought, while lying in a pool of water mixed with blood. So, is this it? Has my bloody luck run out? The English wolf thought to himself. Through his blurred vision his saw a raccoon appear over him. He barely heard him say, "He's still breathing! Carmelita we need an ambulance here!" The raccoon turned back to the wounded wolf, Leigh could just make out his voice. "Leigh?" it sounded like he was miles away. "Leigh, can you hear me?!" Leigh's vision was blurring more and more with each passing moment. "Leigh! It's me! It's Sly, can you hear!?" Then things went black.

14 Months Earlier

The Notorious Sly Cooper had retired from his thieving ways, in order to pursue a life with his favorite Interpol Detective; Carmelita Montoya Fox. He had lied to everyone that he had gotten Amnesia while fighting Dr. M, on his family's Treasured filled Kaine Island. He left his friends and gang behind, and been renamed: Constable Sly Cooper.

Chief Barkley, at first was not too enthusiastic about having the same thief, who had outwitted his best officers for maybe five years, as a Constable at Interpol. After Carmelita's side of the story and a few months of arresting several criminals, Barkley gave in and formally pardoned Cooper and the rest of the gang as well.

Sly fearful for Carmelita, pushed himself hard, chasing and arresting the worst scum in the world. It was easy since he knew everything about criminals, being a former criminal himself. He could tell when a robbery, or a murder were about to take place. Sly also became the second best shot at Interpol, the first being Carmelita.

Sly, who didn't have a dime in his pocket, and no roof over his head, was allowed by to stay at Carmelita's Parisian apartment. Sly, of course, did not protest. On their free time they went spent time together, mostly listening to music, or watching TV. Occasionally they had their new friend Leigh Garret over for dinner.

Leigh was an English mix of Wolf and German Shepherd, and a fellow Interpol officer. Everyone knew Leigh had served with the British army in both Iraq and Afghanistan, but after the latter, he came back, with what looked like shock, depression, and guilt. It's mostly a glorified babysitting job for Sly and Carmelita, since Leigh comes over very intoxicated. Most of the time he passes out in the couples living room. Thankfully Leigh only lived two doors down from them.

Soon, after a month of being together, Sly and Carmelita slept in the same bed, but strictly sleeping only. Then after six months Sly worked up the nerve to ask her out for dinner. To his bewilderment she said yes. After this it only got better for Sly and Carmelita.

Finally after a year of being in love, Sly was getting anxious to tell Carmelita the truth. He loved her so much, but he just couldn't imagine her throwing him out when he broke the news.

Sly was thinking this even after he, the vixen and wolf went to work that day. He just couldn't get it out of his head.

Carmelita worried for her partner, suddenly spoke, causing the raccoon to jump slightly. "Something wrong ringtail?" She said, eyeing him carefully.

"No, it's nothing." he said recovering from her sudden appearance, cracked one of his all-too familiar grins.

Leigh who was sober and who sat right across from both of them, perked up his ears. He could tell Sly was lying. "Mate, I've known you long to know that ain't true." Sly scoffed, the raccoon knew there was no lying to Garret when he was sobered up. "Your right." He said to the English wolf. "I guess it's all the stress from work. Chief has been pushing a lot of paper work on me."

Leigh sat up right in his chair and swivelled around to face him. "So take a bloody holiday." he said, gapping at Sly. "You should too." he said turning to Carmelita. "I mean look at yourselves!" he said, swinging his arms at them. "You look like neither of you have slept in weeks."

"What about this paper work?" Carmelita asked, her pointed ears sticking up. Leigh merely laughed and shook his head. "I'll handle it." He scoffed at this, flattening his ears. "Not like I've anythin' better to do."

Leigh then felt a surge of pain, specifically in his chest. He put his right hand over his heart. Damn, that one really hurt! He thought. Carmelita seeing something, asked, "Leigh?" The wolf looked at her. She flattened her ears when he did. "Heartburn again?" Leigh looked insulted at this. He merely waved his hand and laughed.

Just then a voice was heard over the telephone calls and computer keys clattering. "Hey Leigh!" The wolf's ears shot up and looked around for his shouter. "Yeah, mate?" An American Fox hound in full tactical armor, came up to the middle of the desks, he was holding his helmet in one hand and an M4 assault rifle in the other. "You three are working on the Mancini case, right?" "Aye." Leigh nodded. "Well, he and his gang just set a ransom, ten million Euros for thirteen hostages in an express elevator down town." The hound then turned to Sly and Carmelita. "He rigged the elevator to blow in two hours." The two and Leigh looked at their watches. "Well, we better get there before they get any more crazy then they already are." Carmelita said with concern.

The trio got up and went immediately to the armory.

Both Sly and Carmelita had taken their shock pistols, and began putting on Kevlar. Leigh shook his head at the two. "Don't you guy's ever go lethal?" Carmelita was taken aback by this question. "We're cops, Leigh, not executioners." Leigh, who had just taken out his customized Colt 1911 .45 handgun, said in a serious tone, "Well, if you been through the shit I have" he pulled the slide back, "you'd understand" he released the bolt and it snapped shut.

After putting on some body armor, Sly and Carmelita got in a Ford Lincoln and Leigh in to a Ford Ranger and the two vehicles sped off towards downtown Paris.

"Sly?" Carmelita asked him after awhile. "Hmm?" he answered keeping his eyes on the road. "I'm starting to get worried about Leigh." she then turned her head to face him. "That's sixth time this week that's happened to him." The car stopped because Sly had hit a small traffic jam. Using this he perked up his ears hearing the vixen's concerns about Garret. "I'm sure Leigh is fine Carmelita. Besides he says it lasts only a minute." Carmelita shook her head at Sly's stubbornness about the wolf's problem. "All the same, after this, we should get him to a doctor." "Ha! You might as well ask him to jump off the London bridge." Sly said chuckling. "Leigh wouldn't be caught dead in a doc's office. Besides, from what I understand, the guy hates needles." Carmelita looked back at the road and laughed. "CabrĂ³n, survives two wars, and eight years at Interpol, and he's afraid of needles?" Sly smiled and said, "Sad, and shocking, isn't it?"

I made only a few changes. One was prolonging the story, where as adding more interesting parts. And the second was this footer. Nothing serious just something for my fans.

The next chapter is on it's way, might be after Thanksgiving, what with that, school, and work, I really don't have much time to write. The 2nd chapter will have a lot of action and violence in it. I will not give up on this story, I will not fail my readers!