So, now let me explain the 'Loganius'. I really don't like using it but it makes sense since it has the name Logan in it. My own knowledge of the Thievius Raccoonius wasn't enough and I had to do more research on it. The research told me that Sly's ancestor, Slytunkhamen Cooper I was the one who began writing it and since he was a raccoon he named it after himself, hence the raccoon part of the name. But, in this case since its humans and not animals the book would be named after themselves in a different way. So, I put it to 'Loganius' since that's his famiy name.

I don't own the Teen Titans or Sly Cooper.

(Same night)

Raven stomped into her apartment. To say that she was upset would be a total understatement. She was livid and even that wasn't enough. She angrily removed her jacket from her person and threw it to the floor. "I need a drink." Raven marched into her kitchen and pulled out a bottle of red wine along with a glass. She spilled some as she poured it. Her hands were shaking with anger.

She hated that damn thief.

She chugged the whole glass down and walked to her couch with the bottle in hand, she sat down and sighed. She rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes, trying to ease away her headache. Why does this always happen? She's gets so close to him, ready to cuff him. Only for that slimy thief to slip through her fingers, time after time. He just couldn't give her a break. She poured herself another glass and chugged that one down as well.

And to top it off, he stole from her! Her! Inspector Raven Arella Roth, the toughest cop INTERPOL had to offer. If she ever had to give him credit it would be the sheer nerve he has to steal from her. The next time they meet, no more games. Even if she secretly enjoyed them, though she would never admit that. She went to pour herself another glass but unfortunately breathed in a whiff of her underarm in doing so.

She needed a shower more than she needed a drink.

Raven sighed as she stood up and made her way to the bathroom, removing an article of clothing with each step she took. She stripped away the rest of her outfit and turned on her shower, waiting for the water to get hot. Once it did, she stepped in it and visibly relaxed the water doing wonders on her skin. She grabbed her sponge and began to lather herself with it, her mind replaying the events of the night again.

She was trying a new routine of patrolling on the rooftops. Which provided distinct advantages, she was able to see everything going on around her and nothing can see her. Another was that she was able to get across distances much faster than on the ground, she was catching bad guys twice as fast as her normal rate. It's true what they say, a rooftop really is a thief's best friend. It's probably how Logan got into H.Q.

But, why would he steal his own case file? Garfield Logan didn't care if people knew he was thief, he declared himself the world's greatest thief for fuck's sake. But, what was so important that he needed that file? What was in it, that he just had to steal it? From her of all people.

When Raven first got the file she was told to immediately put it in her safe, don't read it, don't do anything with it just put it in the safe. When she questioned why she was told that they needed her at H.Q. and not chasing around the world to a location that Garfield Logan might not even be. They also said that it needed to stay inside the safe at all times. It was a file on the supposed "world's greatest thief" and if Garfield Logan ever discovered the file, there's no doubt that he would steal it. And this night just proved that statement, good thing she went against her better judgment and printed a copy of the file before locking it away.

Wait a second.

Raven stopped washing her hair and her eyes widened in realization. The file. She made a copy of it and brought it home with her. Quickly washing the soap away and turning off the water she ran out the bathroom, throwing her robe on. Running into her home office, she began ransacking the room for it. She looked in her file cabinets but found nothing, she rummaged through her desk and not finding the specific file she needed.

"Where did I put that fucking file?!" Raven cursed out, opting to just flip over anything she could lift. She moved on to the small couch and looked under the cushions, still nothing. "Ugh! Where is it!" Raven unzipped the cushion and began to empty it of its contents. Stuffing her hand in again, she felt the cover of a folder.

Ah, there it is.

Pulling the file out, Raven was greeted by Garfield's smiling face and felt a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. Shaking her head, Raven placed the file on her desk and opened it. Finally, she had the upper hand against Logan. Grinning, she began to read it.

Name: Mark Logan, Garfield

Sex: Male

Birth: 1984, day unknown, month unknown

Age: Presumed to be 18 years old

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Green

Skin color: Light tan

Alliances: Victor Stone, professional driver and Richard John Grayson, professional hacker

Occupation: Professional thief

Based in: Paris

Status: At large

Bio: Garfield spent the first few years of his life in Africa, is to be believed that his mother was working on animal DNA to create medicines with the same animal immunities for humans. What the occupation of his father was is still unknown today. After moving back to the Paris, Garfield's parents purchased a farm and continued to live his life there. At the age of 8, a gang of criminals known as the Fiendish Five infiltrated his home. Garfield's father fought to protect his family but was overpowered by the criminals, Garfield watched as his parents were brutally-

Raven's smile began to dissipate as she reread those two lines.

At the age of 8, a gang of criminals known as the Fiendish Five infiltrated his home. Garfield's father fought to protect his family but was overpowered by the criminals, Garfield watched as his parents were brutally murdered in front of him. It is still unknown as to why they attacked and let Garfield live. The gang of criminals ransacked the house, though it is unknown as to what they were seeking it is believed that they found whatever it was they were after. After the death of his parents, Garfield was bounced around foster homes until he was finally put into the care of the Happy Camper Orphanage where he met Victor and Richard, and the three grew into adulthood together.

Raven dropped the paper onto the desk, her hand over her mouth unable to get over the shock of her discovery and a single tear rolling down her cheek. Is that why he turned to a life of crime, because he couldn't get over the death of his parents? Maybe that's why he chose thievery, since he couldn't get proper education in an orphanage. But, how did he become the shining example of a thief? Where did he learn to become so agile and wear did he get that damn cane from? Surely, he couldn't have done it all by himself and it would have taken years to perfect, he would have needed some kind of help to learn. Perhaps, she could ask him in his cell.

Of course, she sympathized for him but he was still a wanted criminal and deserved to be put behind bars. Maybe she could get him and his friends into a good prison. She flipped the paper over and discovered documents of each of the Fiendish Five members. Along with the last known sighting of each member. "Hmm." Raven smirked as she read over the files, a plan forming in her head.

(The gang's hideout, the next day)

Garfield awoke the next day with a yawn and a stretch. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of his bed, looking around the room he searched for his friends. Richard's bed was made so that meant one of two things. One being that he made his bed after getting up like he usually did and two was that he didn't go to bed last night at all, Garfield hoped that it was the former. Victor wasn't in the room either, which Garfield guessed he was asleep in front of the TV upstairs.

Throwing on a fresh shirt, he climbed up the ladder and onto the main floor of his hideout. Garfield guessed right, both his friends were asleep in the places he saw them last night. Dick's head was laying on the keyboard of his computer while Victor was asleep on the couch in front of the still running TV just as he predicted. His friends would never change and he wouldn't want them change either. Another thing he noticed was that there were now five maps taped on the walls of the train cart, each one with an X on a specific location.

Garfield shook Richard's head and successfully woke him up. With a grunt, Dick lifted his head up he had indents of the keys on his face and arms and his glasses were smudged and crooked. His eyes were assaulted by the bright light of his computer screen and pushed the chair away from his desk. "Someone didn't go to bed like how he said he would." Richard looked up and saw Garfield sipping a cup of orange juice.

He yawned and stretched his arms, fixing and cleaning his glasses. "Sorry Gar, I had to do more research than I presumed." Garfield brought a cup of OJ to Dick and looked at the computer screen.

"So, what do you got then?" He leaned on the desk to get a better look,

Richard took a sip of his orange juice. "I was only able to get enough information on one of the Fiendish Five members. I was too tired to do the rest of them." Dick brought up the info on his computer.

"It doesn't matter buddy, you got us started on of them. That's all that counts." Garfield reassured him.

"Much obliged. Now, the first member I studied is Sir Mikron O' Jeneous AKA Gizmo. When he was a young man he became bored with his life and on a spring of impulse he practiced piracy and enjoyed it." Richard read off the screen.

"Wait a minute, he became a criminal because he was bored?" Garfield questioned, completely thrown off track.

"Precisely, somehow he's causing ships to crash just so he can loot any treasure he finds." Dick began to read again. "Due to his genius intellect and extraordinary inventory skills, he was recruited into the Fiendish Five as chief machinist. It says here the last reported sighting of Gizmo was off the coast of the Isle O' Wrath in the center of the Welsh Triangle."

Garfield nodded his head as he soaked in the new information. "So, when do we head out?" Garfield asked as he continued to look at the screen. Dick looked up at him, confusion plain on his face.

"We need to think this through first, Gar. We just got this information, we need to know the environment, its surroundings, how dangerous it can be. We need a plan before we head out." Richard tried to explain to Garfield. They couldn't just run out head first into a place they didn't know anything about and fight some guy they barely had anything on. That's just complete idiocy.

"I know, Rich but this is one of the guys that murdered my family and not only that he was the one who found the Thievius Loganius. Please, understand that I want to get these guys, I need to get these guys." Garfield tried to explain to Dick, that this was a man who murdered and stole for no reason and got away with it. Garfield needed to get out there and stop this mad man and his gang of criminals and to reclaim what was rightfully his.

"I do understand you, Gar. Me, you, and Vic want these guys in jail. We all want the same thing, we want you to have what was taken from you and we all want to put these madmen away. But, we need to patient about this, Garfield." Dick, now standing, tried to reason with Garfield.

"We've been patient for 10 years, Rich." Garfield's voice became solemn and he stared down at the floor. "For 10 years I trained, for 10 years I planned, and for 10 years I looked for these guys. And now we have the information to find them."

Richard placed his hand on Garfield's shoulder to try and comfort him. "And for 10 years me and Vic have been with you every step of the way. We trained with you, we planned with you, and we looked for them. We helped each other up when one of us fell and now that we know where they are, we will get them Gar, I promise.

Garfield nodded softly and tense shoulders relaxed. "I know Dick. I just want them gone."

"All three of use do."

Garfield breathed in and out, and made his way to the refrigerator, refilling his cup with orange juice. "Still though," he took a sip and asked his question after swallowing, "when do we head out?"

"We'll head out tonight." Richard shut off his computer and stood up, yawning and stretching for a second time. "If I did my math right, and I always do my math right than it's an 8 hour drive, so we should all get some extra rest."

"Looks like Vic is way ahead of us." Garfield said as he referred to the large man still asleep on the couch and continued to snore loudly.

(Police HQ, later that day)

Raven was on her way to Chief Inspector Steven Dayton's office with the copy of Logan's file in hand. She was mentally preparing herself from the berating she was going to receive from Dayton. Not only was he going to believe that she was directly responsible for Garfield stealing the file but also going against direct orders and printing the file. But, if she could convince him that printing the file gave them a major advantage over Garfield Logan than a chance that she would keep her job. She stopped in front of Dayton's office, Raven took in a deep breath and raked her knuckles on the door.

"Come in!" Chief Dayton's loud voice rang through the walls of his office as if there weren't any. Taking in another breath, Raven opened the door and stepped the bright office. Chief Dayton was seated at his desk, his brow furrowed and a cigar placed firmly in his mouth, he appeared to be writing something. Looking up, a vein immediately began to throb on the side of his head. "Inspector Roth, you should be the last person who needs to see me! How dare you walk into my office after the careless stunt you pulled last night! You cost INTERPOL thousands of dollars in damage and to top it off the file that you were supposed to protect was stolen by the very person the file is on! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T FIRE YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW!" Dayton finished his ranting and was now breathing deeply, the vein on his forehead still plainly visible.

Though Raven didn't show it, she was internally cringing and wincing with each word he said. But, that was Chief Dayton for you, he expected the highest standards from all his officers and didn't listen to any excuse. Sucking in a breath and straightening her back, Raven held her head high and her eyes directly on Dayton's as she stepped up to his desk and threw the printed copy on his it. "Is that good enough for you, sir?"

Steve fell back in his chair, which he stood from when he began his rant, completely surprised that the stolen file on Garfield Logan was now sitting in front of him. "Where did you get this?" He asked as he opened the file, he didn't read the file as his superiors told him not to but he did count the papers inside and knew that this was the same exact copy of the file. His cigar somehow stayed in his mouth even if it was open due to shock.

"I printed a copy of it before locking the original file in my safe. I knew that Logan would be able to track down his file and so I made another just in case." Raven felt pride consume her for thinking ahead of time but she didn't show it. She needed to be professional to convince Chief Dayton of…anything really.

"And you also disobeyed a direct order." Chief Dayton shook his head in disappointment and put down the file.

'Does he try to find reasons to be mad me?' Raven thought. "Chief please just listen to me for second. I know I disobeyed orders and I know that I destroyed most of our squad cars. But, we have the file that Garfield Logan stole and we can use to find him!" Chief Dayton leaned forward on his desk with a cocked eyebrow, a clear sign that he was listening. "Chief, I don't know if you read the file-"

"I didn't."

"- but I did and in my defense I read the copy and that was last night." Raven shuffled the papers of the file so each member of the Fiendish Five was shown. "This is a gang of criminals that is known as the Fiendish Five and each one has a role in the murder of Garfield Logan's parents."

"So, these five people murdered Logan's parents?" Chief Dayton questioned Raven.

"When he was 8 years old, it says so right in his bio, sir and each document comes with the last known location of the suspect. I believe that Garfield Logan will go after these people the very people who killed his family, otherwise why would he steal the file? He doesn't hide the fact that he's a thief, in fact he's proud of it." Raven finished her reasoning of having a copy of the file, hopefully her plan would be enough to convince Chief Dayton.

Chief Dayton nodded as he mulled over Raven's words. It made sense, all that she said. He was reading Garfield's bio as she was speaking and he examined each document of the Fiendish Five members and each one did have a possible location. And if it was true that Garfield Logan would be going after these people than it was a double win, INTERPOL would finally bag Garfield Logan and a bonus criminal charged with First Degree Murder. There was only one problem though.

"How would we know which one he's going after first and the ones after that?" Chief Dayton questioned her a second time.

She didn't think about that.

Quick! She had to make up something off the spot before Chief Dayton dismissed her idea! She didn't prepare for that questioned. Quickly, she thought of something.

"Well, "her voice wavered slightly "perhaps he would go in the order the file was in." Raven reshuffled the papers until they were back in their original order. "The first he would most likely seek out is Sir Mikron O' Jeneous AKA Gizmo located off the coast of the Isle O' Wrath in the center of the Welsh Triangle."

Chief Dayton stood from his chair and Raven was sure he was gonna blow up in her face a second time. If he had not grabbed her hand and began to shake with a grin on his face. "Then it's a chance we'll have to take. That is some damn fine police work Inspector, get your things ready because were heading out tomorrow." Chief Dayton proudly stated.

"Why don't we go out tonight?" Raven questioned, of course she was thrilled and relieved that they were going after Logan and that she managed to convince Chief Dayton go with her idea and that she still had her job. But, still, why tomorrow?

"If we're going after Logan and his little gang of mischiefs than we got to let 'em think that we don't know where he's heading. A slight head start wouldn't do us bad." Chief Dayton explained.

"I suppose that makes sense." Raven agreed. Chief Dayton sat back down and went over the files again. Raven took it as her time to finally get out of there and headed to door, opening it and about to step out.

"Inspector Roth!" Raven turned back around assuming Chief Dayton found another reason to yell at her. "I'm putting you in charge of this investigation. Dismissed!" Raven closed the door and stood there, shocked that Chief had put her in charge of catching Logan. Her shocked was replaced with pride and this time she showed it with the form a smirk on her face.

So she was put in charge of catching that dirty thief, her smirk went to a grin, this was going to be fun.

(The gang, that night)

"Dick!" Garfield called out from the basement of their hideout. He was currently getting ready for the 8 hour drive they were going to endure. He opted to wear just normal clothing instead, wanting to keep his "uniform" clean for the job. "We got everything?! Map?"

"Check!" Dick replied back from upstairs.

"Money?"

"Check!"

"Gas?"

"Check!"

"Food?" A sort of muffled "check!" was called out by Victor.

"Fatass." Garfield chuckled as he began up the ladder. "So, were all ready? Plan planned out?"

"Check." Richard said as he shut off his laptop and stood up.

"The van loaded up and ready to go?"

"Check." Victor shut off the TV and also stood up.

"Well gang." Garfield smiled. "Let's get out of here." He threw open the door and stepped outside, heading over to the gang's signature van with Dick and Vic right behind. They all got into their usual seats: Garfield in the passage seat, Dick in the back with all his gadgets, and of course Victor behind the wheel.

"Victor, I hope you got enough sleep. It's an 8 hour drive." Dick informed his friend.

"The Cyborg is good to go." Victor said as he started the car and began the 8 hour journey to the Isle O' Wrath.

"Well, guys this is it. The decade of training and strategizing will finally pay off. And with that I decide to do a recap on our first target." Garfield held up the document of Mikron O' Jeneous the Gizmo.

"Yeah, who is the lucky guy anyway? I didn't get to see." Victor said as he stopped at a red light. He was asleep all day and didn't get the chance to see who it was, he was only told the location.

"This trip will gives us enough time to study up on our first target Sir Mikron O' Jeneous the Gizmo. As a young man, this hot tempered dwarf grew bored of his life of luxury and privilege. On a whim, he tried his hand on a bit of piracy and found it to his liking. Mikron, who quickly became addicted to crime was brought into the Fiendish Five as chief machinist, where his evil tinkering genius rose to new heights. The last reported sighting of this mad machinist was off the coast of the soggy of the Isle O' Wrath. A small island comfortably situated in the middle of the perilous Welsh Triangle."

"The Welsh Triangle?!" Victor hit the brakes and stopped in the middle of the street. Richard was thrown into the front seat and Garfield almost smashed his face on the dashboard. "You didn't tell me we were going to the Welsh Triangle!" Victor yelled as he looked at Garfield with horror filled eyes.

Garfield looked at his friend and smiled.

7:27 AM