Inspector Barkley walked into Carmelita's office that afternoon to find that she was thoroughly reading a case file.

"Something on your mind?"

"Couldn't find anything on Cooper. Nothing on the network was missing or infected, according to the Tech Sargent."

"You spoke with him about it?"

"Yeah, from behind a closed door... He sounded really busy with something, so I left him alone. I did have a chance to find out his name though."

"Oh?"

"He said his name was Elias. Elias James."

"Hmm... The name always escapes me... What is that?" he said, motioning toward the file she had opened in her lap.

"One of your old case files, Inspector. You called it the 'Grimm Reaper' case."

"Oh yes, I had quite a few cases back in the day. This one was really interesting."

"Would you mind giving some first-hand experiences?" Carmelita asked curiously.

"Not at all, Inspector. It started late one night. I was just starting out in Interpol, so I got stuck with the night-shift. I started locking down doors, putting away files, all that basic stuff..."

"Go on..." Carmelita said, grabbing a notebook and began jotting down details.

Barkley sat next to her and continued, admiring his inspector's interest.

"Anyway... I went to over to the cells as a last minute check and I saw somebody in one of those cells. He looked feeble and just horribly starved. I was generous and gave him leftovers from lunch that day. We soon became acquaintances and I returned early the next morning with more food. He finally spoke to me when he realized that I wanted to help him. He told me a name... Grimm Hund."

Carmelita was still listening to her mentor's story, writing details as he continued.

"I got curious as to why he was here in the first place. He told me that he had been arrested many years ago."

"What exactly can you tell me about the suspect?"

"Oh yes... Grimm was a wolf in his late 60s at the time of his arrest. His body was definitely weak and feeble. His fur was untidy and a pale gray. He always spoke in some sort of 'middle-aged' tone. If I remember correctly, he had a distinctive scar on his chest; just right above his heart." Barkley paused to search the file for something. He pulled out a silver pendant and dangled it by the simple chain connected to it.

"Ah... He told me a story about this necklace..." He handed it to Carmelita, who began inspecting it. The silver metal was cold to the touch, and the pendant was shaped into a crescent moon. After studying the pendant, she carefully placed it back inside the case file.

"What was his crime?"

"Well, the file that his arresting officer wrote explained that Grimm had been caught walking into France wearing an army uniform. Not any uniform, a United States uniform."

"What?"

"He was caught by border patrol. It was written somewhere that he had originally came from Germany. They started questioning his motives. To make matters worse, they wrote that his name was a German name, not French or American. They threatened to lock him up in prison unless Grimm could admit to being a German. When he refused, he was officially charged with espionage.

"Wait. When was he arrested?"

"The records say 30 years ago. The old dog was completely forgotten about for about a month."

"Wow... That's horrible! Why not call out for help or food?"

"It looked like he had lost hope."

"¡Dios Mio!" Carmelita said softly.

Before Barkley could continue, Winthrop managed to slip into the room. He stood by the doorway and gave a few taps on the open door. Both Barkley and Carmelita turned towards the intrusion; both having a similar look of aggravation.

"What do you want Winthrop?" Barkley growled.

"Excuse me Inspector Barkley," he stammered. "You promised everyone lunch earlier today?"

"Oh yes… I did… Well Inspector," he said, turning towards Carmelita, "We'll have to continue this at a later date."

"Inspector, you've taken us out for lunch every day this week…"

"Is that a complaint, Ms. Fox?"

"Not at all," Carmelita said with a smile forming on her face. Barkley rose and followed Winthrop out of her office. Carmelita's smile was looking more devious now… As she walked to her door, she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, her coffee cup. Attached to a cup of her favorite blend was a note. It simply said 'Still Friends?' and bared Sly's signature logo below that. It was heart-warming to have seen this earlier this morning… It reminded her that he still cares. That's when she knew it. Everything had led to this… But this was her little secret and hers alone. If only she had the opportunity to tell him-

"Inspector Fox? Are you coming?" Barkley said, nearly startling her.

"Yes, I'll be there in a minute."

"Alright. Grab your notebook too. You can continue our interview over lunch."

With that Barkley left towards the elevator. Carmelita closed the file that she was reading and set it on her desk. She wouldn't need it with Barkley telling the story. After removing the note from her cup, she secretly tucked it inside her jacket pocket and threw the cup away. She grabbed her notebook and her pen and quickly left to the elevator. All this time, Barkley had been patiently standing there holding it for her. Once she rushed inside, Barkley allowed the doors to close and the elevator to begin it's decent.

However, one person was left behind. Winthrop was still in his office. He was about to leave when he noticed a coffee cup on his desk next to his own. The extra one was supposed to be Carmelita's, but the one who delivers coffee noticed that she already had one. Winthrop, having been romanticizing over Carmelita for years took it for himself. Winthrop suddenly had an idea in mind...

"The coffee! That's how that Raccoon won her over… Maybe if I knew what kind she liked, we could go out on a break… Or even… a date!"

In order to determine the flavor, Winthrop took a sip.

"Hmm… this is interesting. Must be a new blend." Unsure, he took another sip. This one left him with a horrible aftertaste. It was only moments later did he become disoriented and nauseous.

"I don't like this flavor anymore..."

Instead of heading to the restroom, He only managed to stumble into his chair before passing out into a heavy sleep.