I don't own Sly Cooper or the rest of the gang. That being said thanks for reading. The last week has been rough, so the chapters are a little short.

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And thank you Storyus Raccoonus for the chatting back and forth about Trooper.

A disheveled raccoon stood on a balcony in Paris. His mouth agape as he stared on in shock, Sly Cooper was confused. Eyes transfixed on the scene inside, he suddenly felt very unstable. Fighting the urge to throw up in the balcony's potted plants, he closed his eyes and gave his head a quick shake. Taking a deep breath he steadied himself and opened his eyes.

The scene was the same. Inside the apartment he shared with the love of his life, was a fox. But it wasn't Carmelita. And the fox sure wasn't female. Inside was a muscular orange tod with dark hair atop his head and a matching patch of it on his chin.

Rage was quickly clouding the raccoon's thoughts. 'Maybe I've got the wrong apartment. But, the furniture is the same. And the pictures of Carmelita's family are still on the wall. What the hell is going on!', the master thief's brain was screaming at him.

Oblivious to the ticking time bomb, just a few feet away from him, the fox continued his workout moving from curling dumbbells, to a pushup position on the floor.

Unable to watch any longer, Sly turned to head back into the Paris night. As he reached the rail he paused. If he had been replaced by another man he at least deserved to hear it from her own lips. How could she move on so quickly. Was she cheating on him during their relationship? He just had to know, and if he couldn't confront her, he would get his answers from the girlfriend stealing jerk himself.

Heading for the door he put on his most annoying grin and let himself inside. His entrance not getting the reaction that he had hoped for, he tapped the tip of his cane on the floor. Still not getting the stranger's attention Sly cleared his throat.

Continuing with his pushups the male fox grunted. "What the hell do you want?"

Annoyed the raccoon smirked. "Luckily for you it's not your life. You really should be more observant."

Jumping to his feet, the fox grinned. "And you really should work on your manners. It's not polite to break in to someone else's home. I could legally kill you."

"Is that any way to treat a guest?" Sly responded with a slight snarl.

"Guests use the door, and they usually knock." The fox crossed his arms over his chest.

"You must not know who I am?"

"I don't suppose I do."

The two stared at one another for what seemed like an eternity.

After a long silence, a smug, knowing grin appeared on the fox's muzzle, as the light bulb in his head switched on.

"You must be a friend of the Inspector."

His usually calm demeanor threatening to abandon him, Sly returned the smug grin.

"I'm more than just Carm's friend."

"That was then. This is now. So why don't just see yourself to the door, and let yourself out. 'Carm' won't be needing you any more. I'm the man of this house now."

Through clenched teeth, Sly growled, "You bastard! I'll…" Feeling dizzy, Sly staggered backwards a couple of quick steps. As the room began to spin, the raccoon's eyes rolled back into his head, as his body pitched forward.

Lunging towards the falling intruder the fox caught him before he could fall painfully onto the floor.

Heading for the couch with the unconscious raccoon draped over his shoulders, he sighed. "Well this is a change of pace. So much for a quiet evening at home."

Ghostkid33, and bestpersonyouwilleverknow, I hope you're not too terribly disappointed with what upset Sly.

This is just the beginning for our hero.