Cookie Dough
This isn't as funny or exciting as some of my other 'Sly Stories' chapters. It's more comfort. This is set after Sly supposed amnesia, close to about a year. Carmelita is back from a hard day of work. Things haven't been doing to well for her recently. Sly has been at home with a bullet wound (another chapter), and Sly tries to comfort her, and what better way than with the worlds most effective comfort food and some… well I'll let you read to find out.
Sly was in the bathroom working on his shoulder. He still couldn't raise it above his head, but it was getting progressively better. He enjoyed the time he now spent with Carmelita, but the danger of his job started to take some of the delight out of it. He heard the front door open. He slipped his arm back into its sling.
He poked his head out of the bathroom and called, "Hey partner."
Slamming the door behind her, she waved blankly at him and slung her pistol across on the table.
Ever since she let him stay here he never seen her just toss her gun around. She always took it to her at home crime lab and hung it up. Something serious must have happened.
She slumped on the couch and buried her face in her hands. Sly cautiously walked over to her. He put hand on back and patted her softly.
"Carmelita, what's the matter?"
"It's nothing," she told him still hiding her face.
"I've been your partner for about a year now," he began. "That I remember at least. I know something is the matter. You can tell me."
"It's nothing," she lied. "I'm going to go to bed."
She sulked off to her room. Sly watched her till she closed her door. He headed to her door and placed his ear on the door. He heard her crying behind the door. Slowly he walked back down the hall. He took a seat and at the small dining table where him and Carmelita shared meals. He needed to figure out a way to help her. An idea popped on his head. He ran over to the refrigerator. There wasn't much in there, just some take out boxes and half a gallon of milk. It wasn't what he needed.
He went out to the small market just a block from Carmelita's apartment building. It was about the size of a large living room. The owner, Mr. Keep, sat behind the counter with his new checkout clerk. He had new one at least once a week. Sly gave them a wave, and went on looking for he needed. He went to the back where the refrigerated stuff was kept. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for, a tube of chocolate chip cookie dough.
He went up to the cash register. Tom, according to his name tag, ran it over the scanner. "That will be $3.27." Sly dug out his wallet and gave him a five.
Tom started to count out his change when Mr. Keep asked, "What's with the cookie dough?"
"I just need something to comfort Carmelita."
He hopped down from the stool he was on. "What's the mater with your pretty little lady?"
"I'm not sure. She wouldn't say, but it's something big."
"Well you might need something a little stronger than cookie dough," he hinted.
"No this will be enough. I've got a plan."
"Here's your change."
Mr. Keep smacked him across the head. "Haven't you ever heard of the 'healing heart discount'? Give him back his money," he spat.
"Ow! Yes of course."
Sly took his money and dough and left, before Mr. Keep fired Tom. He took his time getting back; let her calm down a little. When he got back he opened the tube and fetched two spoons. He wasn't absolutely sure if this would work but it helped him when he was young.
He knocked on her door and opened the door a crack. He stuck the cookie dough through first. "Don't shoot?" he asked. He poked his head through. She sat at the head her bed in gray warm up pants and a black tank top. She smiled as she wiped her eyes.
"Hey, are you feeling better?"
"No not really."
He crossed the room and sat beside her. "Think a little cookie dough might help?"
She tried to hide her smile and replied, "Yes." She took a spoon and carved herself out a dollop and stuck it in her mouth. "My parents, when I was little, would bring me ice cream whenever I was sad, but this is just as good."
Sly grinned. He let her have a few more bites before asking, "What happened?"
"You know the Seven Sins Crew we've been chasing?" Sly nodded thinking of his shoulder. "Well we were onto one of the leaders tonight, but he had the jump on us. All of my men were put in the hospital, or at least the lucky ones. I also find out that my replacement partner is working for them. And they think…" she turned away from him tried to fight back the tears.
"You were in league with them." Sly remembered back in India when Neyla framed her for working with him and his gang. "That's crazy you're the most loyal officer in the world. I should know." He was afraid he might have just overplayed his hand there.
She didn't take notice or wrote it off as him thinking he was her partner. "Thanks. I'm sorry I know I'm innocent, but they could use this incident to fire me. This is the second time I've been accused of being a traitor."
She thought she might have said too much. Sly just let it go.
"Well I've got another week before I can rejoin the force; I can help you build a case to clear you of any suspicion."
"You would do that?"
"Of course, there's nothing more than I would rather do than help you."
She leaned up and kissed Sly firmly on the lips. They had kissed before, but usually he would have to catch her off guard. She backed away a he cheeks a little red. Sly put a hand on her cheek and kissed her again.
Yes, I did make this up to have a kissing scene between Carmelita and Sly, well not at first, but I don't care. I also wrote it as a way to try and introduce my next Sly Cooper fanfiction. It will come out sometime this year. That's vague and all but I've got a lot of stuff in my life and I don't get a lot of time to write, so this year is as accurate as I can get. I hope you enjoyed this. Please review. 'Till next time, keep up what you doing assorted meatheads.
