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"...Do you remember anything? …About last night, I mean."

I looked a bit dumbfounded at her, "No, all I could gather is this outrageous headache I have and that we were both naked in your apartment."

"So you really don't remember anything..."

I saw a bit of disappointment and relief wash over her face for an instant as she whispered this. Something told me she was fighting over wanting to have this kind of thing happen between the two of us. That wasn't unusual since we had never said 'I love you' or anything to one another and kept ourselves with a flirtatious cop and robber relationship at most. It was mostly from me however; she was never much to flirt.

"Inspector, I don't remember anything from last night. I don't know how I got here or... Well..." I paused, "'Ended up' in this situation with you to start with. I can't even remember a thing from after our heist at the Carnavalet Museum. I can only guess from the state of our clothes on the ground that you and I were not in our respective roles at the time."

Her muzzle flushed again and she audibly cleared her throat to distract from showing anything.

"I suppose I'll explain and if you start to remember anything, then I'll stop! I'd rather not go over... T-that with you..."

I looked at her briefly before a flirtatious grin tugged at my lips. I tried to keep it to myself as I watched the always collected officer try to explain how we ended up in bed together without letting go of the already broken composure she was desperately trying to keep up.

"I was chasing you along the rooftops, as usual, when all of a sudden I lost my balance on the ice and slipped to the edge of the roof. You stopped mid-bound to run back to catch me as I tittered on the edge of the building. You used your cane to... *ahem* grab my waist and pull me back onto the roof which caused me to fall..."

She paused briefly before clearing her throat again;

"...O-On top of you and made you hit your head on the asphalt roofing. When I got to my senses, you were unconscious. I rushed you as quickly as I could down to my car insisting that I take you to my apartment so you could at least recover. I helped you midway up the stairs of my complex before you came to again. You were grinning from ear-to-ear with that ridiculous smirk of yours and cracking some stupid joke about how I wanted you so badly since I was taking you to my apartment!" She grimaced and sighed heavily, "And once we got inside my place, you just... Just lost control..."

Her face seemed to get even more discolored a shade of crimson as she finished her last sentence and I felt my features do the same. I sat there in somewhat disbelief that I would let my urges get the better of my gentlemanly nature even with a slight head injury.

It's a little embarrassing that I hadn't even asked her permission first before I full-blown attacked her.

"Y-You know, you can stop me at any time, Ringtail!"

Her angered voice awoke me from my thoughts. I glanced over at her frustrated, sheepish scowl as she yelled back at me.

"Now, gorgeous, I honestly don't remember this. Could you at least tell me what happened next?" I beckoned while giving her a pouting look.

"You know what happened next! Ay dios mío! Haven't you seen the state my apartments in thanks to you!?"

Her Latina accent was starting to get more prominent as she spoke and I could tell that I had pushed my luck. With an ever cautious hand, I reached my paw over to take hers. She jolted at the sudden contact and stared up at me with fire in her eyes. The scowl I was so familiar with was all over her face and it made me smile a tad bit. I always thought she was beautiful when she was angry because that Latina accent of hers would come out to send shivers up my spine. It was some odd thing that I found irresistible about her. Silly how things work out that way...

"Relax, Cram, I'm sorry I said that. I shouldn't have pushed my luck with this hot-tempered Inspector, though it is quite fun..."

She glared daggers into me as I finished.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Don't be so aggressive!"

It was strange; she hadn't yanked her hand away from mine, only squeezed the topside of her thigh as I spoke in my usual playful manner. Her fiery nature was nowhere to be seen and was replaced by a foreign shyness I had never noticed on her before. I suppose that comes with the territory for these types of things, it's just surprising to think that even she is capable of being bashful.

It's quite cute actually... I'll try to save this in my memory for later. Would hate to forget my bombastic Inspector can get sheepish in front of this thief extraordinaire.

"Ringtail–"

A transient wait.

"Sly... It was a mistake… I can't be with you... I'm a law official and you're... You're a criminal..."

I looked down at her with sadness and pity. Of course I did, since that was something I didn't want her to say out loud... Ever.

"It breaks my heart to hear you say those words, Miss Fox... You didn't want this, not even a little?"

My heart sank at the silence that ensued after I had spoken my peace. The fact that she didn't even try and deny it was crystal clear to me that maybe I should try to play that off as a joke.

"Inspector, I'm joking! You know that we don't have that sort of relationship. We can just forget about last night, I don't even remember it anyway! It must've been that blow to the head causing a bit of amnesia. Don't worry, gorgeous; I won't say a word and get out of those luscious locks of yours."

I relayed this to her with my unrelenting confidence, the casual smirk sitting on my muzzle as I peered down at the stunning beauty before me. The fox had stayed silent this whole time whilst continuing to stare her hole into the floor. I rose from the bed and made my way around the place to collect my scattered clothing. With each piece I gathered, I slid it on my body. My monogramed utility belt, red pouch, matching navy gloves and boots, and finally my signature hat – everything that seemed to be thrown about. Tying my mask around my eyes and taking my family cane into my right hand, I gripped the shaft tightly as my grin had faded in the few minutes it took me to find my attire and redress myself. Now that I was fully clothed, I took a deep breath and replaced my trademark smirk to turn and look at my suspicious counterpart.

"Hey Car-… Inspector Fox, it was truly a pleasure. Sadly, I think it is time for us to part ways. But don't worry; I'm assured that we'll be seeing each other again…" I winked seductively, "After my next heist of course. Adieu, mon'amie…"

With that said I rotated myself to open her bedroom window and positioned my paws on the sill. I swung my cane to seize onto the rafting of her gated off balcony. With one last sigh, I took one last look at the Interpol detective that had broken my heart.

We could've had something beautiful, Carm. You know that as well as I do. I just wish the law wouldn't have been the one thing to stand in our way, but I guess we're more star-crossed than I had originally thought…

With that final thought, I thrust myself out of the room and onto the roof. Making my way through town was no trouble, in fact thanks to my ancestors Rioichi and Tennessee Kid, it was that much easier. I glided along telephone lines and jumped from spire-to-spire with no problem – I didn't even break a sweat. The hideout was a ways from here, but I could make it easily since my lifestyle made it impossible not to keep in shape. I maneuvered my cane with the greatest of finesse that could put even the best trapeze artist to shame, considering that's been a secret lifelong dream of mine for a while now. I even practice in secret without letting Bentley and Murray know. They might just call me stupid for dreaming something like that, even though they'd have to admit I have a knack for it. With one last twirl via help from my cane, I landed in front of the door to the safe house. Doing our secret knock – tap, pause, tap, tap, pause, tap – the door was opened by my technology savvy best friend, Bentley. I could see the relief wash over his face as my muzzle came into view.

"SLY?! Where have you been?! You never came back from the mission and didn't answer any of my calls to your Binocucom!"

Typical Bentley, he was always a major worrier and took everything way too seriously. Honestly though, I was happy to see my pal but after my ordeal with the ever-so-lovely Inspector, I was in a less than delightful mood to talk things through.

"Relax pal, I'm fine, see?"

I twirled around for him to see that nothing was wrong with my body, and then thumped his helmet to confirm I was really standing before him. He jumped at my paws on his headwear and readjusted his glasses before responding back to me.

"Geez, Sly, don't worry us like that again! Murray and I were worried sick about you!"

He hesitated before speaking again;

"…I thought I had lost a friend again… And neither of us wanted you to disappear…"

I smiled contently at one of my lifelong workmates – more like brothers now. It was nice to hear how much they both worried about me throughout the night. We had been friends since childhood at the orphanage and nothing would change that. I placed my paw on his shoulder and he peered up at me.

"You'd always be able to find me if I ever vanished, pal. I know you could track me down with all that tech of yours, you're just that smart. Don't be such a worrywart; I'm right here in front of you."

A grin slowly tugged at his lips and I could tell his eyes had a kindness to them from even behind his glasses.

"…Are you okay, Sly? You look to be a little upset, is everything satisfactory?"

He was worried and catching on to my façade – he usually did though since he was so intelligent. I was good at hiding things, but not nearly as good when it was from him. I didn't want to worry my friends, and luckily a distraction was incoming. I could hear the stomping from even at the door…

I know it got a little sad towards the middle-end there, but don't cry!

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Midnight Out! ;)