Hey guys! Sorry it is taking so long! But here is the next chapter!

Disclaimer: Sly Cooper and other related characters are the property of Sucker Punch, inc. except for Desiree, Nautica, Aubrey, Justin Whittaker, Sister Ann, and Adolf Hisser belong to me, and whoever came up with idea of Carmen Fox, she belongs to them which I believe is Kitty Petro.

Chapter 11

Rochelle put pressure to the trigger. But Carmelita was faster; she squeezed off three shots in less than a minute. Rochelle twisted around and was blown off of her feet as three shots slammed into her. She fell over on top of Melanie in a heap. Carmelita's trigger finger was trembling on the trigger as she fought to subdue her anger. She was about to squeeze off another round when a gentle hand touched her shoulder. She turned to see a harried Sly behind her barely standing. His clothes were tattered and singed. He was hunched over partly and covered in bruises. He looked tired. She ignored everything else as she turned around and flung herself into his arms. He wobbled a bit but hugged her back. Carmelita stayed in his arms a moment before looking into his beautiful eyes. Then as her emotions surged she leaned forward and he toward her. Then they lips brushed and then met in a fierce kiss. Carmelita pulled away panting still high from the kiss and unaware that someone was watching…

In the Hospital Lobby…

Jorge Fox entered the hospital, having been called in on a murder. One of their patients was found dead that afternoon. He was sent in by request. That meant that Macavity had killed off another innocent person. Jorge was a B.I.A agent but he used to work in the homicide department back when he worked for Interpol. Macavity only called him in when there was work to be done or dirty work to clean up. He was here to arrest Justin Whittaker on charges of being a dirty cop. Jorge laughed at that notion. A dirty cop arresting a dirty cop it was dirty joke. Once the desk attendant waved him back he continued on his errand. The ICU unit was in a panic. Doctors rushing here and there, nurses shuffling about in unordered clusters. Justin was standing back and admiring the chaos he created. Just like all the rest of those heartless bastards. They feed off the pain and destruction of others without an ounce of remorse. They used whomever they want, however they wanted just like Jorge, they were forcing him to abandon his moral to protect his daughter. He was sacking innocent cops and helping guilty ones keep their jobs.

He saw his target was standing near his daughter and another doctor. Carmelita had two battered women cuffed and sitting down in front of her. She had the look of an extremely agitated woman who had been wronged one too many times. The doctor himself looked like he could use a doctor. Jorge put on his game face and strolled over with purpose.

"D-D-Daddy?" Carmelita stuttered surprised. Jorge nodded and spoke,

"Carmelita, don't take this to heart, dear, but this man is a fake." Carmelita looked horrified and worked her mouth as if she was trying to say something. The doctor stiffened slightly. Jorge noted their strange behavior and Justin's smug smirk. He was going enjoy ripping that smirk from his face. "This weasel is no cop." Justin's mouth dropped until he wore a look of pure disbelief. "When the patient is examined you will find that she was killed another way. Not inject with air like it was set up to be." Carmelita brightened considerably and said,

"Take him." Justin sputtered in outrage,

"Me? He's a thief! That's Sly Cooper! He's hiding out!" Then surprising Carmelita and everyone else Sly stepped forward and said in a mix of German and broken English,

"Ich entschuldige mich für unterbrechend… vut I have vust come to vis country, although I do knov of this 'Sly' Cooper. I can promise you my duzfreund, vat I am not him." Jorge nodded empathically, knowing full well what it felt like to be a foreigner in a strange country.

"Fear not, good doctor. My quarrel is not with you but with this scoundrel that tried to deflower my daughter rather than love her!" Jorge said setting his stone gaze on the now less confident Justin.

"SO, what is my crime then… not spoiling the little b—" Justin began to sneer before he was promptly shut-up by a resounding punch to his jaw from Carmelita. The hospital had grown so quiet now that when his jaw snapped from the sheer force of the blow it sounded like a gunshot. Justin headed was whipped to the side and he dropped to his knees as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He then slumped over onto the floor unconscious. His lower jaw hung limply open at an odd angle like a door that had been broken off part of its hinges.

"No, your crime is being unfaithful." She groused before turning around, pulling the two women to their feet, and shoving them into Jorge's surprised arms. "Take them, Rochelle is a dirty cop too, she tried to kidnap a pediatric patient upstairs while we were distracted by Amarianni's death. But the doctor here happened to be in the area and noticed Rochelle's strange behavior. When he confronted her she fired her weapon and a couple of rounds got him good. Then someone came and alerted me to the problem upstairs. A fight in the patient's room ensued when I arrived but thankfully the child wasn't hurt."

Jorge was clearly puzzled. "What would Macavity want with a child? A sick child at that? Unless, that doctor really is Sly Cooper…" A rumor had been spreading through the underground that after destroying the Clockwerk parts, Sly Cooper had retired from being a thief, which was almost 2 years ago. Could that child be his? If she is, Dios, have mercy on them both. But the question still remained was that doctor really Sly Cooper wearing a disguise or was he just a plain German doctor? But his police instincts were screaming at him that the earlier notion was the correct one but he would hold off until he was sure. He rounded up his catches and left the Hospital…

At Macavity's Lab…

Adolf was thoroughly pleased with himself. His greatest weapon was complete. The Queen Hornet was now an evolved hybrid. When standing she reached an incredible 7 feet tall. Her pinchers measured about a foot in length and so did her stinger. Both of these killing instruments were retractable. Her pinchers were mainly used for the tearing of her food and her stinger contained a substance similar to MDMA or 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine commonly known as ecstasy, placed in her purposefully by Hisser for experimental use on potential soldiers. But although menacing she was quite an alluring sight. Her body was mostly humanoid now. Her exoskeleton had twisted and shrunk forming Amazon like orange colored armor. She stood on two muscular legs and bore four arms. Her skin was scaly, black, and thick like shoe leather but felt as smooth as a pearl. Her antennas laid down her back like two thick braids. Her wings lay underneath them against her back. They were white and had a span of four feet. Her eyes were huge and yellow she had a small nose and mouth. At the moment she was tied down for the safety of Hisser and his workers. Slowly her eyes fluttered open and she looked around at her surroundings.

"Why does everything look so strange?" she asked in soft buzzing voice that clung to the silence like a fly to a spider's web. "Where is my colony? My mountains? Why have you taken me from my ancestral home?"

"Patience, my lovely creature, all will be explained in good time." soothed Macavity as he nodded to an attendant that promptly stuck a syringe sedative into the insect's arm putting her to sleep. "But… now is not the time…" He began to laugh manically…

At Nautica's compound the next day…

"Did you make sure that Cooper would not be implicated for the crime?" asked Nautica. The dingo nodded. "Good." She continued brushing her long red hair at her vanity while gazing at her attendant in the mirror.

"Should we move on to the next part of the plan?" he asked.

"Yes, and call my lawyer and inform him of the "unfortunate" turn of events." She said as she began to hum a haunting tune. The attendant nodded and left the room noiselessly. She laughed quietly to herself. "Sly, baby, you will be mine soon…"…

Sly's Apartment the same day…

Sly had been given some time off for him to recover from the event in Desiree's room. He had not been seriously injured and was used to surviving blasts from a shock pistol, thanks to Carmelita. But that did not keep him from bruising and being sore. So as he lay resting on a couch in his apartment, he racked his brain trying to decide whether or not he wanted to get the gang involved. But he finally decided that he had to take out Macavity before Macavity took his daughter. He opened the laptop that was resting upon his lap and began typing furiously. He ordered two plane tickets, one under each of Bentley and Murray's aliases. The planes were set to take off that afternoon. He then wrote a small note to each of them expressing that there was an emergency and that he needed them ASAP. He then got up slowly after placing his laptop on the opposite side of the couch. He winced in pain as his many bruises reminded him of their presence by stinging unmercifully. He moaned but stood on uneasy legs anyway. He slowly made his way to the telephone laying on his computer desk. He picked it up and dialed a familiar number.

"Hello, Room 305, Carmelita Fox speaking." Said saucily accented voice Sly knew too well.

"Hola, mi senorita bonita." He replied cleverly.

"Oh… Cooper, how many times do I have to tell you to quit flirting?" chided Carmelita with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Oh, my dear, you should learn to practice what you preach…" he shot back. Finally, there was laughter on the other end. Carmelita offered to stay and look after Desiree while Sly recuperated at home. This gave him real peace of mind.

"I suppose you did not just call me to flirt did you… and Desiree is fine, she is still sleeping soundly. But it won't be long before she is awake again. My she is a really strong one." Carmelita said.

"Yes, that is true, sometimes she is too strong… But that is not why I called you. Did you give a sample of blood to see if you would be a match for Desiree's operation?" asked Sly.

"Ummm… yeah, earlier this morning… why?" she asked curiosity lining her voice.

"Well do you remember all that information that was given to me by Amarianni Vencenitti before she turned up dead?" he asked.

"umm… sí." She replied.

"Well she was signed up to be a organ donor… and…" he stopped short.

"And…"

"She left a legal document designating my daughter to receive her heart." He finally admitted. There was silence on the other end for a moment.

"You did not get to see the body before it went to the morgue, did you?" asked Carmelita. Sly hesitated for a moment before replying,

"No, I did not, why?"

"I'm sorry, Sly…" she said. Sly held his breath because he new that bad news was about to come. When ever Carmelita called him by his name something was in the process of going wrong or something was going to go wrong. Then she said, "Her rib cage was cut open and her heart was gone…"

"W-W-Wha?" Sly sputtered. This just could not be happening… the only chance his daughter had at living had been stolen. He began to hyperventilate on the phone. "Hold… on… a… second…"He laid the phone down gently on the countertop and took a few steadying breaths before picking it back up and asking, "Do they have any idea who did it?"

"Well, from what my dad told me, Justin was working for Macavity and he guessed that Justin committed the murder on his employer's behalf." Carmelita answered with uncertainty. He could practically see her shrugging her shoulders on the other end of the line. But something about that story did not seem to fit right.

"Really, something about that does not seem to fit right," he admitted.

"Yeah, I know what you mean…" She agreed, "something seems fishy to me, too."

"So," he said after a moment of thought, "how would you catch a thief?"

"Excuse me… but you are asking the wrong person… I never caught you remember? But if you have to have an answer, my best guess is that you get a better thief." She said.

"I thought you would say that." Sly said with sly smile as he eyed as his cane sitting in the umbrella holder…

A few hours in a Paris Airport…

Bentley Turtle wheeled into the busy throng of pedestrians and began to look for his friend. Because of his lack of height, he had trouble seeing over people's heads. Then he felt some began to steer his wheelchair from behind.

"Wha…?" Then a familiar masculine voice said,

"Long time no see, Bentley." Bentley craned his neck to see who was behind him and grinned when he saw Sly standing behind him smiling. But he almost choked when he saw that Sly was not really in a disguise just a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He started to complain but Sly motioned for him to remain quiet and said, "Come Murray's waiting." Then he pushed him out on to the street where Murray was waiting for them at a crosswalk. Sly joined him and they exchanged soft greetings as they waited for the signal to walk. An elephant standing with them turned and seemed to recognize Sly and Bentley began to sweat.

"Excuse me, sir. But you look familiar to me." He asked his French accent heavy. "Do you work at a hospital?"

"Yes, I do. Do I know you?" Sly asked trying to figure out who this man was.

"I think so, the name is Francis Devin." He said.

"Devin? Oh, how is your heart?" asked Sly as recognized the millionaire who's triple bypass surgery he had preformed about six months ago.

"It's doing well. How is your pretty daughter? I noticed that she was not in your wake." asked the man with genuine concern.

"She's not doing so well, I am afraid she going to need an operation soon." said Sly sadly. Bentley and Murray stared open-mouthed. Bentley always thought that Sly having a daughter was just a joke. But apparently it wasn't and she was in trouble. "Is this why he called us over?" thought Bentley. The light changed and they headed across the street. When they reached the other side the elephant turned around and extended the briefcase he was carrying to a stunned Sly.

"Take this, it is the last payment from my last transaction in Switzerland. There is 500,000 dollars in American money in here. It's the least I can do since you saved my life." said the elephant.

"But sir—" Sly started.

"No, please, take it. It is pocket change to me. Use it how you see fit to help your daughter." Devin said as he took Sly's hand and placed the case's handle in it. Then turned and walked away. Now, Bentley recognized the elephant, he was the Francis Devin, the world's richest blue blood millionaire. (A/N: "blue blood" refers to "old" or inherited money. Like the money you would get from a rich and deceased relative.) Sly sighed and continued pushing the wheelchair towards his apartment…

At Paris Memorial Hospital…

"Ms. Carmelita, do you like my father?" asked Desiree in a soft voice. Carmelita started. But she took a breath and asked,

"What would make you ask that?"

"I saw you kissing him and everybody knows that when a guy and girl like each other they kiss, duh." answered Desiree in a childish matter of fact voice. Carmelita laughed and gave in,

"Ok, maybe… a little bit."

"Just a little bit?"

"Ok, maybe I like him a lot…"

"Just a lot?"

"Ok, niña, stop pushing the maybes." Carmelita scolded Desiree before tickling her tummy. But Carmelita couldn't help but wonder if she just liked Sly or if it was something more…

In the Bloodwork Lab…

"Marie, look at this," squeaked Amie. The tarantula woman moved over to where the field mouse running the blood tests was working. Although Marie could eat her if she wanted, Amie did not fear the spider-woman. She was actually very soft hearted.

"What is it, Amie?" she asked peering over the mouse at the sample.

"The child's DNA and Fox's DNA match in a strange way…" said the young tech. Marie gently nudged the mouse out of the way and peered into the microscope. She gasped.

"Get me doctor Cooper on the phone now!" she ordered…

At Sly's Apartment…

Murray was impressed. Sly's apartment was clean and had plenty of room to comfortably house two people. For someone who worked a lot he sure managed to get things done.

"Sorry for calling you guys out here on such short notice but I have a problem…" said Sly and then proceeded to fill his two best friends in own what had happened during their two-year absence. Bentley was staring comically ahead with his mouth agape. Sly was certainly in a mess and had not been even trying to get into trouble. But once again trouble seemed to have found him.

"So, what are we here for?" Bentley asked, although he had a sneaky suspicion why.

"As I told you before, Macavity is after my daughter and me. But that is the least of my worries." said Sly, surprising Bentley once again.

"Huh? Then what is Sly?" he asked clearly puzzled.

"Before Amarrianni Vencinette died, I agreed to protect her daughter, and unbeknownst to me until later she left behind a note saying that her heart must be used for Desiree's surgery. But when she was killed, someone stole Amarrianni's heart and my daughter needs that transplant within the next two weeks." He said his frustration and agitation clearly evident.

"And…" Bentley insisted. Sly reached down and picked up the briefcase, laying it on the table between them, and opened it facing Bentley.

"And I want you to take half of this and find out whatever you can about Joseph Macavity and Amarrianni. I want the whole nine yards: friends, enemies, family, hangouts, I want it all. Then whatever money is left; use it to buy whatever you think we would need to get to our objective. Understood? Murray, you take the other half and find us some transportation. I am not going to wait around for my daughter die or fall into the hands of a Hitler wannabe!" he growled. Bentley and Murray nodded affirming their willingness to help. Sly nodded back, glad to have his friends back in Paris. Then the phone rang. He turned and answered it, "Hello?" His jaw dropped. "Are you sure?… Give me five minutes." He hung up the phone. "That was the hospital," Sly said his voice severely quiet. Bentley's heart sped up and his stomach plummeted. "Please don't me the first Cooper of this millennium has died… not yet," he thought.

"Is she alright?" Bentley asked. Sly nodded. Bentley breathed a sigh of relief.

"Something has come up at the lab and they asked me to come and look at it. I'll be back after while, make yourselves at home." Sly said as he headed for the door…

About an hour later in Desiree's room…

"Come in," said Carmelita. Sly stepped in with a pensive stare upon his features. But he face morphed into a smile as his eyes fell on Desiree as she squeaked,

"Hello, daddy!" Sly walked over and hugged her tightly. The vixen's tail was wagging immensely belaying her happiness at seeing her father. They let each other go and began to have a small father to daughter talk, which, included the adoption of little Aurora Vencinette. Then Sly turned to Carmelita and motioned for her to meet him outside. She nodded and moved outside.

"I'll be back in a second, sweetheart." He said kissing her nose and following Carmelita out into the hall. He led Carmelita back to an open office and shut the door. He stared at Carmelita for a moment. This made Carmelita very uncomfortable.

"Well…" she said after a few moments of intense silence.

"So, do your parents know about that child I helped you give birth to about seven years ago?" He asked. Carmelita felt a lump form in her throat. She tried to speak but her nerves riddled her voice useless. Guilt, shame, anger, and hurt all mingled together inside her.

"I—well, er…no…" said Carmelita. Sly lifted an eyebrow. Carmelita gulped as she felt the impending tears begin to well up in her eyes. But again her pride got in the way.

"Oh no, you are not going to cry here, you are—" started her police side but Carmelita interrupted,

"A tired worn down vixen that has tried to take on too much by herself! Look what it has done for me! I am constantly an emotional time bomb about to blow, I am the cause of my daughter's death, and I couldn't even catch Sly Cooper!"

"But what about your 99 arrest record you obtained by yourself, huh? Does that count for anything?" her cop side argued.

"Yes and no. That is just a number that represents my hard work, I am proud of that. But I am also able to admit that even I need help sometime… I mean because of my pride I was too ashamed to call for help, admit that I was raped by a close relative of a turkey baster, and got pregnant. So, I tried to get my daughter out by myself I ended up killing her!"

"Well, it's not like partners are a help… remember Neyla?" Carmelita's insides boiled at the name.

"No… partners are fine, when you choose the right one. But that was not my point, when I lost my little girl… I realized that my pride had cost something I loved!" moaned Carmelita. Sly watched Carmelita with interest as many emotions passed her face again. Then finally the tears broke free and began their dance down the side of her face.

"Mi niña…"she sobbed. "She… died." The shocked look on Sly's face looked absolutely comical. But because of the gravity of the situation no one laughed.

"Died? Who told you that?" he asked as moved forward to comfort the woman. She accepted his embrace and began to retell the painful ordeal the cost her daughter's life. It was too much to see Sly's pitying eyes full of tears. "Carmelita… I think someone played a cruel joke on you…"

"What?" gasped Carmelita. Sly smiled slightly.

"I was in my apartment when I get a call from our technicians working on your blood work," said Sly, "You are a good match for Desiree's operation."

"Okay," Carmelita managed to murmur through her confusion. "But what does that have to do with—" He raised a hand to stop her and sighed loudly. Sly was extremely nervous right at the moment. He was about to drop a bombshell on Carmelita and her reaction would be unpredictable. Sly wasn't so much concerned for what would happen to him but he was worried about Desiree. She craved love and attention from a motherly figure and the first one to appear wanted to tear their family apart. Sly was beginning to believe that Desiree's supposed "mother" wasn't her mother at all. "But it is now or never…" thought Sly.

"Carmelita, there is one more thing though," said Sly slowly. Carmelita looked into his eyes and nodded that she was listening. "Desiree's and your mitochondrial DNA match." Carmelita was confused. She knew that mitochondria had their own DNA from her time on the forensics team during a case but she had no idea what Sly was saying meant. He must have noticed that she was stumped because he supplied an answer. "That means that somehow you and Desiree are sisters or you are Desiree's mother…"

"Wha…?" she squeaked blinking. Her head was swimming in circles. Was he implying that Desiree was her daughter?

"But we aren't very sure which one you fit." He said, then his voice became soft, "Would you mind taking a maternity test?" Carmelita was trying to settle her nerves. If she took the test and it came back positive, Desiree would be a Fox and her illegitimate child… but her daughter would be alive and she would have her little girl again… but it would be the daughter of a criminal. Carmelita looked at Sly, the world-renowned thief who gave up all he knew for the sake of his daughter, the man who was willing to give up his own freedom to make sure his buddies went free, and that her name was cleared. He was only a criminal by a loop-poled law. As a man, he was a dream, loyal, caring, faithful, strong, and honest… There was no doubting that underneath that criminal label lay a very wonderful human being. Someone that she… loved. Finally, she said,

"I'll take the test, now if I can…" Sly smiled. He nodded and said,

"You sure?" She nodded,

"Yes, if I am Desiree's mother, I will have chance to make things right with her…" Sly smiled and hugged her. Just then a slightly feminine cough caught the hesitant lovers' attention. Carmelita's eyes grew huge and her heart skipped a beat. "C-C-Carmen?" she stuttered. In the doorway stood Carmelita's older sister, Captain Carmen Fox. And she had her shock pistol pointed at Sly.

"Hands up, Criminal…" she growled…

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That's it! Sorry it took so long! Well please don't hesitant to leave a review! Here's a snippet of chapter 12:

"Sly you will not believe this, I intercepted an email from Nautica… she is pretending to be Desiree's mother…" screeched Bentley. "She's planning on taking Desiree from you during the custody hearing!"…

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