Hey everyone,
This chapter will actually feature something I have often felt would have also been a good start to a story like this. It will also give this story a little more action and will prove that, even if someone is not an enemy of the Cooper Line, this does not keep said person from trying to hurt or otherwise go against said Line and family.
Excited yet,

Venquine1990

Sly's POV

After Rin-Gin gave his mother and grandparents a near heart attack did the whole set of introductions between me and the other two – named Elina and Graham – go very smoothly and after Dorea made a cup of tea for everyone to drink – bar Sylvester, who swore by an orange soda – did we just have a bit of friendly conversation.
However, Graham soon convinced us afterwards to take the kids outside and after Dorea and Sylvester had put their coats back on, did I convince Endora that I wanted to have the baby-carrier for Rin-Gin and the feeling of having my son strapped to my front made the feeling that I was actually a father all the more real – all the sweeter.
We had taken Graham's larger Range Rover, of which he had adapted the back in such a way that the back of the car has been replaced for a whole new backseat, allowing for Graham and Elina to sit at the front, me, Rin-Gin and Endora in the middle and Dorea and Sylvester in the back, the two of them excited to sit in this car.

Graham had driven us to a very large park in the very middle of Paris and just by looking through the front gate had I instantly understood why as there was a whole jungle gym set in a sand box almost big enough it could be called a mini-dessert settled just a few miles away from the entrance, yet this sight had also been bad.
Bad, because just the look of all that sand had, temporarily made me feel as if I was back in the dessert and I had suddenly felt way hotter than before, making me want to put on the large robe, only for me to instantly remember why I was no longer wearing the item and that had, luckily enough, pulled me back to the present.
Dorea, Sylvester and Endora had definitely noticed me going through this, yet Graham and Elina had not and while I know that the kids only noticed because neither I nor their mother made a move to get out and with that help them get out, do I shake my head and whisper: "Just – just point me to a grass field when we get in."

Endora had nodded and because Rin-Gin is just too young to really understand what is going on, do I accept for Endora to take over the baby carrier from me and put Rin-Gin in it before I get out of the car, Graham and Elina, by now, looking at me worriedly, yet while still feeling a bit reeling, do I shake my head at both of them.
They nod at me and then, for the first time since arriving back in my own time, do I actively move away from my new family, moving into the park and then away from the jungle gym as I just don't feel ready to feel that much sand just yet and feel relieved to see that mirroring the gym is a huge field of grass, flowers and a few bushes.

Making sure not to draw any attention to me – as I am and remain a Master Thief by heart – do I move with acceptable speed towards the field itself and over to a field of marigolds and other flowers, one that has a few flowers looking as if they have been squashed and I then further this look by lying myself onto this patch.
Yet, instead of just diving muzzle first into flowers like I want to, do I turn around and softly lie myself down on my back to make sure no one suddenly sees me fall for no reason, yet once I am sure that there is no one looking my way, do I breath in with all the oxygen that is in my lungs to breath in the scent of all these flowers.
Smelling a scent that I know I would never smell in the dessert then further brings it home that I am finally out of here and just like when I first gazed up at the Eifel Tower after years and years of dessert sand and stony mountains, do I feel as if I am back home, the sound of all these people not even making me feel itchy.

Instead of that does the sound of so many voices make me feel even better, even more at home and even closer to where I feel that my heart belongs; in Paris, in the twenty-first century, with my friends, my team and my family. And these thoughts, these facts, make me feel in absolute bliss as I lie here in this field of grass and flowers.
Then, a few minutes later, do I feel back at peace with myself and my mind and do I decide to take a gander at my new family, making me roll around in such a way, I am now lying on my front with my arms crossed under my head and with my face aimed at the Jungle Gym and just in time too as Sylvester shouts at me:
"Hey dad, look at this!" And when I open my eyes, does the smile on my face stretch itself even further as Sylvester is using a large bar hanging between two wooden poles that is at least twice my height above the ground to swing from one ring dangling from the bar to the next, yet it is the way that he does it that makes me smile.
From one ring does my boy swing back and forth until either one of his feet or one of his hands reaches the next and once he has either his foot hooked into the next ring or has his hand grasping it, does he release the last before continuing onto the up following ring with the same pattern, making me very, very proud.

"Is he looking?" The boy then asks and I share a quick glance, happy smile and wink with my beloved fiancé before turning my focus back on my son and when Endora confirms her son's question, does he do something that stops my heart and makes my eyes widen at the same time as he smiles and says: "Okay, watch this."
And while at first swinging harder and harder on the ring in his hand does he then launch himself upward away from the ring and in mid air does he make a – to me – very familiar motion of turning on his axis in a similar familiar pattern – before he suddenly lands on the bar holding up the rings with both his feet firmly on the bar.
This makes my eyes switch between my fiancé and son and the worried look on her face proves that this isn't the first time my son has actually tried the Rope and Iron Bar Walking technique invented by Tennessee 'Kid' Cooper, which makes me look at my son with a strong and mixed sense of pride and concern in my heart.

The boy himself looks a little concerned at first, though most of his concern is hidden by the strong sense of focus and determination that is shown on his face, one that resembles mine when I was his age and older more than ever before, but then for a short moment does the concern get replaced with glee before returning once again.
All the while this happens do his arms tremble as they are stretched out to help balance him and while the arms had steadied a slight bit when Sylvester had smiled had they then worsened in their trembling before they suddenly steady fully and this makes me want to sigh in relieved pride, were it not for what the boy does next.
Sylvester takes a deep breath and whispers: "Okay, I – I can do this." And just by the way he hesitates, do I turn my whole body tense with my muscles ready to jump into action at a moment's notice, which happens exactly a moment later as my son tries his first step – and his furry foot trembles too much to properly grip the bar.

The boy slips and shouts, but before he can fall any further than the rings, have I dashed over, using the bench Endora is raising up from to use as a leverage point in my jump and catch my eldest, just like I caught my youngest only earlier this afternoon and with the boy safely in my arms do I land back in the large sand pit.
Only seconds later do I have Dorea, Endora, Graham and Elina surrounding me and the boy and while the boy is trembling in my arms, do I somehow already know that his tears aren't those of someone who got scared and then Sylvester proves me right as, with the smallest voice I've heard him speak so far, does the boy say:
"I – I'm sorry, dad. I – I really – I really wanted – I just wanted to make you proud." And while even Dorea, who had obviously been on the verge of lecturing her older brother, falters at this and loses her chagrined look, do I cuddle the boy closer and whisper: "I am proud just of who you are, Sylvester, technique or no technique."

And while I quickly send Dorea a look that silently tells her I feel no different about her, regardless of whether she follows me or her mother in regards to chosen careers, does a sound I never want to hear again suddenly sound over the jungle gym playground as Endora shouts in absolute distress before she asks three horrifying words:
"WHERE IS RIN-GIN?" And this makes me look up from where I have my son in my arms and over to where the bay carrier is lying on the bench Endora was seated on only earlier, one of the slings that is supposed to be around the person carrying the child dangling off of the bench – and the carrier itself being scarily empty.
All four of us – Dorea, Elina, Graham and I – rush over to where Endora is already searching the bushes behind the bench as well as several parts of the pathway that the bench is build onto, but then another sound is heard by my sensitive hearing; one that makes my muscles tense and makes me see red with absolute fury

A baby screaming: "Papa!"

Wow, wait? WHAT?
Who took Rin-Gin? Who would be stupid enough to take the child of an internationally sought after Master Thief and a world famous Interpol Officer? Who would commit such a crime – when they have nothing against Sly, his parents or even any of his other ancestors, as I already mentioned in the starter AN?
Well, in all honesty, it's a self-created OC and trust me, when I think back on this character, do I wonder: How the heck did I ever create someone this – mentally disturbed? Well, the answer is simple; I hate Bellatrix Lestrange and love Harry Potter fanfictions that have Molly Bashing in them, preferably with mental Molly's.
Do you as well,

Venquine1990