Disclaimer: Same as the first one
Recap: Carmelita's being a real jerk to everyone for no reason. Barkley is now forcing her to go on vacation. How will Carmelita handle said forced vacation? When will Sly pop into the story in the flesh, not as a name or image in Carmelita"s mind? Find out the answer in to these questions in the story below.
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"A vacation?!?" Carmelita suddenly found herself standing. It wasn't easy, she felt dizzy and nauseous, and her vision was turning black around the edges. She felt high, and then she wondered why that was the only reference she could make. It's not like she had ever gotten high before. But she knew the symptoms, she had arrested quite a few intoxicated persons.
"Yes a vacation, it's the thing normal people take to get away from there job when they need a break." Cheif Barkley was looking very odd, kinda swirly, like he was in smoke."
"Wha-wait. I am.......normal" She was breathless. It felt like she just got punched in the sttomach by a prized fighter.
"Normal, ha! Do you even remember the last time you took a break?" Barkley had one eyebrow raised, maybe, she couldn't really tell.
"I..uh......there was that time......ummmm...........that's NOT the point!!" Carmelita honestly couldn't remember the last time in her 8-year-long career she had taken even the shortest break. She had never even taken a vacation before.
"Yes, it is." he sounded very amused, but she still couldn't tell, though her vision was getting clearer, " Listen up Inspector, you ARE going on this vacation, you WILL enjoy yourself, I don't want ANY arguments about this, or it will cost you your badge." At first she thought it was a joke, but he sounded completely serious.
"My......my badge?" Carmelita sounded horrified, she couldn't say she felt horrified, she was having an out-of-body experience right then.
"Yes, your badge. You are going crazy chasing Cooper, and I would rather see you off the force then at some looney-hut."
He was right, she was going crazy chasing Cooper. She would push her point, but not when her badge was at stake. If a week at Cabo was what she had to do to keep her badge, she would do it.
Carmelita took a deep breath, "Fine, I'll do it." She was coming back into herself, and she could see clearly now.
"Good, I knew you'd see things my way." It was a good thing he was getting another cigar, otherwise he would have seen the death-glare she gave him after he laughed at that last comment.
He probably expected her to say something, but she decided to save her job and glare a hole through the floor instead of through his head.
"Ummm...so...I already bought you your ticket." She looked up and arched an eyebrow.
"You already bought my ticket?" She was surprised, she didn't expect him to go and buy her a plane ticket.
"Yep, I had to make sure you were going to go somewhere that was an actual vacation spot." He through a brochure on the desk, Carmelita reached over and grabbed it.
"Spain?" He was sending her to Spain? She was expecting Rio or Hawaii or Vegas, a party city or something like it.
"Yeah, I know your mother was from Spain, and I heard that it's beautiful this time of year."
"Hmmmm....wonder who he heard that from" Carmelita mentally mused.
"When am I leaving?" She didn't really want to know, but it was best to get it over with.
"Tomorrow." Again she felt like she just got punched in the gut, but she controlled her reaction better this time.
"Tomorrow?" She spat through clenched teeth.
"Yes, you are being sent home early so you can pack. Make sure you bring at least one week, or enough money to buy some more clothes. Your hotel has already been booked and your plane tickets payed for, but you have to pay for everything else."
"Fine, see you in one week." And with that, she got up and left.
"I so deserve a raise after this." she thought bitterly. By the way she was mentally complaining, you would think she was being forced to go clean out a sewer pipe with only a shovel and her bare hands.
The plane had been in the air for two hours, and there was only two hours left.
The flight attendent had avoided Carmelita since she nearly bit her head off when the lady asked her if she wanted a drink. Smart woman. Carmelita knew she should apologize to her, but she was too irritated to say anything nice to anyone.
"It's the damn raccon's fault." She mumbled under her breath. It was his fault she was enduring a four hour flight to Spain, but she still felt no hate towards him. Only annoyance.
"There's no point in mumbling about it, you might as well get some sleep while you can." She told herself as she leaned her chair back and closed her eyes. The first-class seats were comfortable, and spaced far apart. That was her favorite part, the space. She loved having privacy, and now she could sleep without having some rebel-without-a-cause/stuck-in-their-teenage-years 25 year old blasting slasher music in the seat next to her.
She was basically unconscience when the stewardess announced that there was only two hours left.
"I wish Sly was here." she mumbled under her breath as unconsciousness finaly gripped her and she fell into a restless and shallow sleep.
Carmelita only slept one and a half hours. She woke up just as the person announced they were beginning their decent into Madrid. She sat up and stretched, noticing all the sore and stiff spots. The seats may be comfortable, but they were only comfortable for about a half hour of sleep. Anything more then that, and it was soreness and stiffness that lasted until you had two good nights sleep on a nice mattress.
She looked out the window it was night time in Madrid. The street lights were on, the hotels lit up like beacons in the middle of blackness. She was staying in a 3-star hotel about a 7 hour drive from the airport, to some little beach side town known as Viano do Castelo. The hotel was called La Quinta. She had stayed at one of those in China, she really liked it.
"What am I going to do here?" she wondered out loud. She looked at the brochure, there were a whole bunch of museums around might as well go to those. She liked looking at art, it was interesting, sometimes.
"This is going to be the worst week of my life. Damn you Cooper."
So the next three days passed like this:
Carmelita woke up at six, took a shower, got ready, ate breakfast, was out of the hotel at eight, went to a museum until 10, left, had an hour lunch at some random cafe or diner, went to a different museum until 1 0r 2, then went to a different museum until 5, walked back to the hotel, hit the gym or pool until eight, then went to her room, and then repeated it the next day. Yeah, I know, boring right? Well, Carmelita thought so too.
"This is the worst week of my life. Damn you Cooper." Carmelita grumbled as she walked down the stairs of the third museum she had gone to that day. It was boring, and she knew it. SShe also knew there was pplenty of stuff for her to do there, but she secretly wanted to make herself suffer so she can have a good reason to yell at Sly for a few hours. Plus she was hoping she might see him at one of the museums, and her hope died every time she didn't.
She would usually turn back and head for the hotel at this point, but it was only 3:30, and she still had one and a half hours before she went back to her routine. So Carmelita decided to go left instead of right. She had never actually gone left and she wanted to see what was down there. Yeah, and just her luck, it started raining. "Just freakin great!" she yelled as she threw her hands over her head. She probably would have said something more rude, but there was a family with two little children walking by her at the moment. No need to poison the mind of such innocent little bunnies, there would be plenty of time for that in high-school.
It was raining really hard now, so Carmelita put her arms down, knowing it was useless. She just kind of stood there, not wanting to go back, but not that nterested in walking god-knows-where in the rain.
"Oh, well" she sighed as she continued walking own the street whose name she had forgotten. She found herself starting to enjoy the rain, it gave her a sense of freedom that she usually only felt when she was with Sly Cooper. Carmelita was now spinning around down the abandoned streets, splashing in puddles, dancing, laughing, and just letting loose. It was probably the most fun she had had in her time here.
"Ahh!" she playfully screamed as she jumped in a puddle.
"Now you've gotten me wet too!" a voice said behind her, Carmelita froze. She knew that voice. All the happiness she had felt, doubled. She turned slowly, only to see a ringed tail disappear around the corner. She chased after it.
She rounded the corner and saw Sly climbing and emergency stairwell can in his mouth. He looked and winked at her, and continued climbing. he ran after him, now growing angry at him for running away from her all these times. For continually eluding her, and for following her to Spain (although she was secretly flattered by it).
"I've got you now Cooper." Carmelita had now realized that it had stopped raining, and that she was soaked. he was COMPLETELY drenched, like just out of the shower wet. And to add to the greatness of this chase, it was windy on the rooftops of Spain. Freazing cold wind, wind that cut like razor blades.
Carmelita chased Sly across the rooftops, jumping from building to building and slowly gaining on him until she was right behind him. She took a chance and jumped at him and tackled him to the ground, well to the roof. Carmelita was just realizing that she was giggling. She rolled off of Sly and just sat on the ground laughing uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?" Sly asked, laughing along with her.
"I **giggle** don't know **giggle**" armelita took a few deep breaths and calmed down.
"Wow, Carmelita, that was a new one. A flying tackle, didn't see that coming."
"I know, I just kind of, went for it. Ya know?"
"No, I can honestly say I don't know." Sly reached down and pulled Carmelita up. As soon as she was standing, he gave her a hug.
"Good to see you georgeous." He said as he released her, flashing one of those smiles that mnade her melt.
"You too." "Woah, deja vu" she thought remembering the time she burst in the Cooper vault just as Sly defeated Doctor M.
"What are you doing in Spain?"
"Forced vacation, what are you-, you know what never mind. I don't want to know what you are doing here. As an Inspector of Interpol it would be my duty to put you in to custody, but-"
"But?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"But, if I don't know anything about it, I can't arrest you."
"Oh."
"I'm cold" Carmelita said suddenly, realizing she was shivering violently.
"Here," he said taking of his sweater and handing it to her, "you wanna go somewhere?"
"Sure." She put on his sweater and felt immediately better. The sweater as warm, and it smelt amazing. It was a woodsy smell, with a little bit of vanilla. It was her favorite scent in the world. Just smelling it made her feel safe and loved, and a little weak at the knees.
He stretched out his hand, and they ran off across the rooftops together.
How you like it? I am going to add one or two more chapters.
I know the ending was a little weak, but at least it's longer. Right?
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I'm going to add one or two more chapters, and I add each chapter daily so check back tomorrow (6/11/09) at this same time (9:30-ish) to read the next chapter.
Well, now it's time for my special thanks of the day. Special thanks to Tex-Hempioro for telling me I need more description. You're right. It's boring, I need more awesome words instead of said and it and blah,blah,blah, excetera. The next chapter will have more detail, promise. Scout's honor, wait, I never was a girl scout!!! Nevermind. Special thanks to slylady345 for being an awesome friend and fellow dedicated Sly Cooper fan!!! You'd rock my sox if I was wearing any right now!!!
Well, that's it for now, t.t.f.n
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