A/N: none of the characters r mine.

Carmelita felt like she was a new person. A full week at the Cooper hideout with no attacks; usually because she was always with someone. Bentley has installed paranormal cameras that will help see the out line of him if he does come. Bentley and Penelope told Carmelita they have found some unknown bacteria and has no idea what it is so they are still doing research on it. The vixen felt safe with Sly and his team. She told Sly that it is much safer to live with the Cooper gang for two obvious reasons. One, the police are after her. Two, the attacks, the smell and the presence are gone. Sly is glad to see Carmelita happy, but he is unsure about the attacks. Did they really stop just like that? Or is it because she has people around the house?

Sly watched Carmelita as she put on one of hs dress shirts and twirl around the bedroom. He smiled wide and chuckled under his breath. She was so beautiful to him. "Someone is happy today," he finally said.

Carmelita stopped twirling around and blushed pink, but smiled back at him, "Yeah I am, Sly. A full week without the presence, a full week without the attacks-"

"And let me guess, a full week with me?" Sly winked at her, flattering himself was a key to his personality.

Carmelita smiled and nodded, "That too," she went over to him and gave him a tight hug. She felt so safe with him, no matter what the situation was. She felt his lips kiss on the top of her head. She heard nothing from downstairs and even across the hallway. Everyone in the house, Bentley, Penelope, Murray were all asleep. Letting Sly go from the hug was hard for her, she just wanted to hug him forever. The vixen watched as Sly grabbed some fresh clothes and a towel in his walk in closet. "Are you going to take a shower?" Carmelita asked.

Sly nodded, "Yes I am. Do you feel comfortable enough for me to close the door all the way?"

Carmelita smiled and bobbed her head in a nod. She is pretty confident in herself that nothing will happen. Nothing never did happen the whole week, why would it start again now? Sly went to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. All the way. Carmelita smiled den sat on the edge of his bed and unbutton Sly's dress shirt to look down at her large breasts, flat stomach and her hips. She tried to look for scars and bruises but they were all gone. Her body was healed completely. Just a two nights ago her and Sly made love. It was the most wonderful night of her life. She would never forget it. Carmelita sighed and looked out the window, it was a dark night. No moon, no stars, just the lights of Paris from afar. Hearing the shower turn on and Sly stepping inside of the shower, she lied down, her body at ease on the soft mattress which she and Sly share.

Just when she was about to rest her eyes, she smelled him. She could never forget the smell of him; like a dead rotting cat. Carmelita sensed him in the room with her, afraid to move, afraid to yell out for Sly. She knew the raccoon wouldn't hear her over the noise of the shower anyway. The vixen decided the best thing to do is the cooperate, she doesn't want to worry anyone, infact she doesn't want anyone to know about this encounter anyway. All she wants to do is get it over with.

She felt a large claw like hand stroke her knee and toes, growling low "Good girl." Carmelita knew that is what he wanted her to do, is to cooperate, and not make a big scene. Her legs being spread apart, she braced herself for he impact. To her surprise, it didn't hurt as much as the last time, though it was uncomfortable espically when he made huge thrusts. But soon, it was all over, it was not as bad as the last time. The last time he had raped her was hurtful and nearly killed her. But since Carmelita was smart to cooperate, it didn't hurt at all, it was just uncomfortable. She sat up and brushed off of what just happened, she feel no need to tell anyone whst happened, not even Sly.

A few minutes later, Sly came out with fresh clothes to sleep in. Carmelita smiled at him, pretending nothing never happened. Sly walked towards her and lied next to her stroking back her hair. He could see small pebbles of sweat dripping down her forehead. "Why are you sweating so much? Are you hot?"

Carmelita shrugged, "I'm having a hotflash," she lied to him den cuddled closer to him. Sly nodded, agreeing to her statement. Carmelita hates to tell a lie, espically to him, but she is tried to see everyone worry about her.

In the middle of the night, everyone was asleep, Bentley woke up and placed his frail body in his wheelchair. He couldn't sleep, a lot on his mind about the unknown bacteria they found in Carmelita's sexual DNA. Trying not to wake up Penelope, he opened the door to the hallway gently, making a small click noise but it never woke her up. Bentley wheeled over to the stairs and went down it without any struggle. He went to the kitchen and opened the door to the basement and went down those stairs and turned on the basement lights. All his machines were still on, he leaves them on so none of the deta they collected will be gone. Bentley went over the camera moniter and checked to see if anything happened in the past few hours. Downstairs; nothing. In the hallway upstairs; nothing. But, when he checked Sly's bedroom camera something happened around nine pm. Sly got went in the bathroom to take a shower then a few moments later, the paranormal camera picked up something in the room with Carmelita. The video shows Carmelita being raped right on the bed that she and Sly share. She cooperated which is probably what he wanted her to do. No violent attacks, just rape. Bentley pressed buttons and agusted things so that he can see the outline of him. Of course, detailing of him will require more programs that the trutle doesn't have. He could only get the full outline of him in the video and snapshot. What the outline looks like will throw off science and reality all at once.

guessing carmelita forgot that there was a camera in her room...uh oh!