Sly was still surprised by the fact that Emilie Baker had kissed him. He needed to sit down before he fell over his own tail. Slipping into his office, he slumped down into his chair and spun around in the revolving chair. He leaned into the back of his chair, holding his head in his paws.
After his second rotation, he grabbed his desk to stop himself while planting his feet into ground to keep him steady. Shaking his head to counter the dizziness, he looked done at the desk he saw several new things on his desk.
One thing was a new mountain load of paperwork, half was due to the gang he broke last night, a quarter was older cases he was still getting done and the last quarter was for his promotion.
The other new thing was a plaque with the words Inspector Sylvester Cooper Fox. He frowned as he held it up and then threw against the wall. Pushing himself away, he fell to the corner and started to weep.
How did he forget what day it was? It was eleven, -no, twelve years- when his-
"Vestor, I'm sorry, but we need to talk about-What's wrong?" Emilie ran over to crying man in office. Kneeling down and rubbing his shoulders, she gave him a worried look.
"It's-" He looked at her with hurt eyes, but then looked away, tears still coming down.
"Please tell me Vestor what's wrong." She pleaded, looking at crying raccoon. He always a source of joy in the office. She never once saw the young man even remotely sad and for him to break down in tears was too much for her.
"It's my birthday." He sobbed it out, holding his knees closer.
"What?-Oh…" Her confusion turned into sad understanding. She had heard of what happened the raccoon was eight years old. How his birth parents were brutally murdered in front of his eyes and on his birthday no less. "There, there Vestor. It's ok." She rocked the sobbing man, as she let a soft cooing sound.
She jumped when she heard the phone go off, but knew she couldn't leave Vestor alone. After several rings, she heard the voice of Carmelita.
"Sly? Are you there Sly?" She sounded worried, probably realizing what day it was too. "Sly, I want you come home right now. You are not in any shape to go work today. Especially not today. Please pick up." Carmelita might have gone on, but Emilie then picked up the phone.
"Carmelita, I'm with Vestor at the moment." She sat back down and hugged the weeping man. "Please, please get here. He's not doing well-he broke down in tears." She rubbed his back and sighed.
"Thank you Emilie, I'll be there as soon as possible." Carmelita said, panicking. How did she forget what day it was? She always made sure of when it came around that Sly was stuck at home, where he could be with his family.
"Nn-no." Sly was shaky, but he was pushing himself up. "I'm fine."
"Vestor, that is not true." Emilie glared at the raccoon. "You are in no condition-"
"I'm fine." Sly voice was dark, something Emilie never saw before. And thankfully, he let go of it immediately. "I just…needed to cry ok?" He sighed, rubbing his neck.
Emilie stared at him, very worried. She was about to speak, but she was cut off.
"Sorry Sly, but I am still coming in to take you home."
"Carmelita," Sly whined, but he was cut off.
"No buts mister!" She yelled through the phone, and she grunting as she took a loud fumble. Apparently, she was getting dressed, an image Sly did not want in his head.
"Carmelita, I'm fine!" Sly bent down and picked up the phone. "I don't need to be babied!" He yelled back, slamming the phone down on the cradle.
"Well Sylvester, I would like to beg different." Sly and Emilie both turned their heads to the door. The head of the France Interpol department himself, Gregory Bates, stared at the raccoon. "You are clearly in no shape whatsoever to be here today. I strongly suggest you take the day off Sylvester." The grey husky stared at the young man.
"While I do appreciate your suggestion sir, I really need to get my work done. Especially since Chief Baker expects it done today." Sly spoke back with respect, but with his stubborn attitude of a Fox.
"Sylvester, I am recommending you leave early today." The canine walked over to him placing a paw on his shoulder. "And I am ordering you stay away today."
"Yes sir." Sly muttered, looking away from the man. He sighed and started to leave. This day had really taken a bad turn.
I know, short and not sweet. But short chapters do seem to work for me. So you should expect chapter five like this one, at the same fanfic website, same fanfic story.