Confliction

Disclaimer: I don't own Sly. If someone said I did, they lied. The only ones I own are the ones you don't recognize.

Blue

Short legs ran for all they were worth, though he knew that it was hopeless. His feet splashed the puddles left from that morning's rain. The bottoms of his blue jeans were getting muddy, his shoes were soaked. He could hear her catching up to him. 'Why me?' he wondered miserably as he pumped his legs faster. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up.

He ran faster and faster, he could hear her voice yelling at him; warning him to stop. He knew he should have listened; having gone through this many a time before. A voice in the back of his head told him to stop before it was too late, but his legs didn't listen.

Suddenly, a shooting pain shot through his legs as something hit the back of his knees hard. He fell to the wet ground in defeat. He looked up angrily at the white, Persian, feline who currently stood above him, looking down. "Damn it, Blue! Why you always gotta hurt me?" he asked.

The female officer smirked at him and kneeled down so she could look him in the eyes. Black met gold. "'Cause, you worthless weasel, you're always makin' me." She answered with her smooth Brooklyn accent before she slammed her fist into his nose.

Roxy Blue was an Interpol officer. Her pink hair was always up in a ponytail, a blue stripe adorned both of her cheeks and her eyes sparkled almost as gold as the three golden earrings she wore in each ear. She wore black work-out shorts with a blue stripe on the sides of both legs, a belt with the Interpol symbol on the buckle, pink and black tennis shoes with blue socks, a light blue wrap around halter and light blue gloves with black straps at the top that buckled them right under her shoulders.

Pretty as she was, she was violent and loved to beat up on people. And Johnny P. Weasel was her favorite target.

The brown weasel held his nose in pain; he looked at his hand to check for blood. Thankfully, she didn't hit him that hard. "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny." Roxy shook her head. "Ya always gotta make things hard, don't ya?" she stood up and took his arm, pulling him up as well.

Being a good foot shorter than the officer, he looked up to see her face. "Look, ya need to find another weasel, 'cause I ain't doin' it no more." He told her defiantly.

She patted his back, "Aw, Johnny, ya don't mean that." She smiled at him with a sick smile.

He shook his head, "No way, I ain't stickin' my neck out every time there's some drug ring."

"So ya do know about the drug ring?" she asked him.

"I ain't tellin' you nothin', Blue." He said with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face; trying to intimidate the cat.

Roxy smirked and bent down to pick up the thing she threw at him. It was trashcan lid. Johnny looked down at it and back up to her. Before he had a chance to react she slammed the lid into the side of his face. The force pushed him back to the ground. She kneeled over him, her eyes flashing in anger, "Ya better tell me 'cause I'm a lot more dangerous than some of those thugs you're tryin' to protect."

"All right, all right…" he lowered his eyes in defeat.

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"What do you mean she's not there anymore?" asked the voice angrily on the other line of the phone.

Wes sighed, "I told you, the chief sent her off to America somewhere, only he knows the exact place. It's nowhere on file…"

He was met with silence. Silence never meant anything good when it came to his boss, so he attempted to console her, "But she's out of your way now, she can't do anything to you if that's what you're worried about…"

"I want her dead." She snapped.

Wes flinched at both her words and her tone of voice. "That's why she was sent away." he said, not knowing what exactly to say.

"What about her sister?" she asked suddenly.

The question caught him off guard for a minute. He shook his head, he didn't know that she knew about Carmelita's younger sister… but then again, she knew about Orlando, Tatiana and Emanuel, so why wouldn't she know about the youngest Fox? "Lacienica is still missing, no one can find her."

He heard her laugh; he could imagine her evil grin. "Then Carmelita will be back, sooner or later. Keep an eye out for her." With that, she hung up.

Wes set the phone down. What did she have against the Fox's; against Carmelita? None of them had ever arrested her, he doubted they even knew of her… but, when he thought about it… how much did he really know about the young woman he worked for? He only knew what she allowed him to. And that wasn't much to go on. Why did she hate the Fox family so?

How he hoped that she was wrong. 'Stay where you are, Carmelita. Please stay where you are for your own safety...'

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"Oh, wow…" said Penelope as she read the paper. "Could the Youngest Fox Already Be Dead?" the headline read. Since the beginning of the Fox Massacre, or so the presses had dubbed the murders, Sly had everyone looking up as much as they could about it. She looked over at Sly hunched over Bentley and the computer. With each death, Sly got more and more anxious.

She sighed in pity for him. The woman he loved was in great danger and he could do nothing but be a normal bystander. It had been less than a week since they found out that Carmelita had been transferred to another branch of Interpol. The only thing that the chief would let out was that she was in America. Bentley was still trying to locate her file, but it was proving more difficult than any of them had expected. There were just so many branches, even in America alone.

She set the paper down. Personally, Penelope was almost certain that this Lacienica Fox was dead and probably had been for quite some time. If she was still alive, she would have come as soon as she heard of her father's death or at least her mother's… even if that wasn't true, they would have had at least a small clue where she was. And the killer, or killers, wouldn't have bothered with a kidnapping when they murdered the others in such a cold manner. No, they were out for blood.

"They could have kidnapped Lacienica to lure Carmelita to them." Bentley said, as if reading her mind.

She jumped a bit. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed when Bentley gave Sly the computer and moved over to her, picking up her discarded paper.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe… but we don't know any more than they do apparently."

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Sly turned off the computer in anger. He looked at Bentley, who was talking to Penelope about Carmelita's little sister. He shook his head. He had only met the girl once, but he liked her. He liked all of Carmelita's family. It was hard to believe that someone was trying to kill them all off and succeeding so far. Who was doing it though? It was hard to figure out as Carmelita had enough enemies of her own, add them to her brother's and her father's… it was near impossible to figure out just by motives.

He turned his attention to Murray, who was currently overcome with newspapers. He walked over to him, the big guy may not have been the smartest of the gang, but he had heart and gave himself fully to helping a friend out. He smiled a small smile when he thought about it.

Murray had a pretty good life with his racing. He made good money and had a nice home, even a little fame to go along with it. He left it all to come back to the gang. Sly and Bentley stopped by and told him they were trying to form the gang back and Murray had jumped on the spot. He'd do anything for his friends. How could he have left such friends like him and Bentley?

"Thanks a lot, Murray." Sly told him.

Murray looked up from the many papers about the Fox Massacre and smiled at Sly. "Gee, it's no problem. I like the Inspector; I don't want anything to happen to her either."

Sly nodded before going up to his room. Honestly, he didn't know how any of this was going to help. The only information they had to go on was that of the press. He sighed, Bentley hacked into the Interpol data base, but if the chief didn't want certain people knowing where she was, he was smart not to put the information in.

He doubted he'd ever see her again. Not that he had been seeing her much as it was with Doberman on his tail all the time. He clenched his teeth when he thought about that dog. It just reminded him that the reason he wasn't with Carmelita, the reason he wasn't there consoling her and being there with her was because of that detective.

No… he'd never see Carmelita again for sure now. Wherever she was hidden, she was hidden well. And he hoped, for her sake, that she stayed hidden from the psycho who was after her… because he couldn't protect her anymore.

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"I don't see the problem. I busted them didn't I?" Roxy asked, completely clueless as to why the chief was on her back.

The short parrot groaned anger, "Don't see the problem? Blue, you caused thousands of dollars worth of damage, you didn't call for backup and two of the suspects are actually suing us for police brutality!"

"Chill out, Frankie, you know they ain't gonna pull that. The court's not stupid, 'sides, I was the only cop there." She told him with a smile.

Chief Byrd visibly shook in anger, "Blue, you cause more problems than the cons do! And I'm Chief to you!"

Roxy rolled her eyes. She knew he was all talk, he couldn't do anything to her and he wasn't about to fire his best officer over petty details.

"I'm giving you a partner, Blue." He told her.

Roxy's eyes widened, "What? I don't need a babysitter!"

Byrd shook his head, "She'll be your partner, Blue, not a babysitter. She's an Inspector formally stationed at the branch of Interpol in Paris, she's been transferred here, and you're going to be her partner." he informed her as he led her to his office. He opened the door and sitting in the chair was a very pretty fox looking almost angrier than Roxy herself.

"Roxy Blue, meet Carmelita Fox. Inspector Fox this is your new partner." Byrd said with a grin.

Roxy looked at the angry Inspector. 'This ought to be interesting.'

This is where I end it. Sorry for the long wait but you know how it is.

Anyway, a friend of mine drew a picture for Confliction, it's not a scene I wrote but it's practically the aftermath of the first chapter. http/ www. deviantart. com/ deviation/ 31003179/ This is the link if you're interested.

Also she drew Roxy, and some of my other characters. If you want to look at them here's that link, http/ www. deviantart. com/ deviation/ 31003328/

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