Carmelita dived into the water and swam down as fast as she could. When she finally caught sight of Sly, he had already sunk down pretty far. However, she could still tell how to follow him down by following the darker, blood-stained water. She continued to push herself down to catch him, but it took her a bit of force.
She finally managed to reach out and grab his wrist, pulling him close to her and wrapping her arm around him before starting to swim up. When she finally broke to the surface, she gasped for air and threw Sly up onto land first. Bentley rushed over to him as she pulled herself up.
"Sly! Sly!" Bentley nudged the raccoon with his wheelchair.
"Oh yeah," Carmelita remarked while rolling her eyes. "He definitely doesn't need his wrists if you want to run them over like that."
Bentley glared at her. "Have you ever seen a chicken run?"
"Uh.. ye-"
"Have you ever seen said chicken explode with the swipe of a cane?"
"... N-"
"MY POINT EXACTLY." With that logic, Bentley kicked his wheelchair into the water and kneeled next to Sly, shaking him. "Sly, wake up!"
"Dumbass, he's probably not breathing!" Carmelita kicked him into the water and felt for a pulse on the raccoon. Though she found one, what worried her was that it was weak and... fast?
'Funny, shouldn't his heart rate be slow as a stereotype?' She wondered. She then put her ear to his face to hear if he was breathing or not.
It was the latter, so she started trying to resuscitate him.
"Come on, Cooper, stay with me!"
Shakily, she pulled Sly's jaw, opening his mouth, pinched his nose shut, and moved closer. Bentley magically came back on the bridge to see her giving him with kiss of life.
"OH MY GAAAAAAAAWWWWD" He screamed in shock and the wish that he had been the one to deliver such an honor.
Carmelita tried again and was surprised when Sly started coughing water into her face.
Bentley hurried over and gave unneeded help by turning Sly onto his side and patting his back.
When Sly moaned, Carmelita kicked Bentley back into the water and turned Sly onto his back again.
"Cooper? Cooper, can you hear me?" She asked.
Sly gazed up at her with glazed over eyes. "Oh... It's... it's you..." He said weakly.
She smiled and gently held him. "Don't use up all of your strength, Cooper, b-" Before she could finish, she heard a noise and turned.
Octavio had returned, filthy from the explosion of his jets. "Sly Cooper will be coming with me."
"No, he won't!" Carmelita yelled and aimed her shock pistol WHICH STILL PACKED A PURALYZING PANCH at the lion.
Sly just sat there, too relaxed and weak to try to get out of Carmelita's grip.
Bentley climbed out of the water and got in front of Sly and Carmelita. "Leave them alone!" He shakily objected. "Take me!"
Octavio raised a brow. "Why would I want you?"
Bentley was silent.
"Whatever, sure, I'll take you. Sly will come to rescue you and I'll take him then." Octavio flew forward and snatched Bentley, who screamed like a cat.
"SLY, HELP!"
Sly opened his mouth, but couldn't figure out what to say, so he just closed his mouth and averted his eyes.
Bentley screamed again as he was taken away by Octavio.
Carmelita looked at Sly with a confused expression. "Was having Octavio kidnap your best friend part of your plan, Cooper?"
"... Pardon?"
"Well, you didn't try to defend him."
"... I..." Sly shrugged.
"Whatever. I'll get him later." Carmelita took Sly's hat and put it on his head before handing him his family cane.
Sly took one long, stunned look at the cane before throwing it away and trying to get away.
"Sly? Sly, what's wrong? That's your cane!"
Sly shook his head. "Bad memories..." He muttered.
"What are you talking about? You've been using this cane for years!"
It was with great hesitance that Sly reached out and picked up the cane. He examined it and then shook his head. "It doesn't look very familiar."
Carmelita became confused. "But... I don't understand."
Sly looked at her and changed the subject. "Were you the one that saved me?"
"... W-well... I mean..."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm fine."
Sly looked away nervously. "Uh... You're... You're very pretty, miss."
She blushed. "Th-thanks..."
He forced a small smile and looked around. He vaguely remembered this place.
"... Geez, what's up with the oil all over the place?" Sly asked.
"Sly, what... You know why there's oil everywhere. It's Octavio's fault."
"I... I don't... I don't know who Octavio is."
Carmelita looked at him with an expression of pure shock. "He's the reason you're here, isn't he? He just kidnapped your best friend!"
"Oh. Uh... Why am I here to stop h-" Sly scratched his head only to flinch. When he pulled his fingers back and saw blood, he started to freak out, if only just a little. "What happened?"
Carmelita rolled her eyes and helped the raccoon up. "Come on, Cooper. I'm arresting you now."
"Arresting me? What did I do?"
"Don't play dumb with me."
Sly said nothing, simply giving Carmelita a puzzled expression.
"... Sly... Can you remember anything?"
The raccoon seemed to be made tense by that question, but his only response was to avert his eyes.
Carmelita's eyes gleamed and twinkled. "Oh, Sly... You're my partner, remember? You're Constable Sly Cooper!"
"Heh... Yeah, I... I guess I am..." Sly played along, but only because he didn't know what else to do other than flee.
"You're disguised as a member of this gang of no-good, rotten thieves. They don't know you're not on their side, nor that you're giving me intel on them."
Sly was quiet. Was that the truth? 'I can't remember...'
"Sly?"
"Have I been disguised as a member of their gang for a while?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Why haven't we arrested them yet?"
"Well, because we've been waiting for your signal."
"Then... We should wait a while longer to go all out on trying to arrest them."
Carmelita was very pleased that her plan was working. "Alright, Constable. Say, how about we return to the station?"
Sly shrugged and picked up his cane - even though it wasn't familiar to him, some part of him decided it would be best to take it along. "Okay..."
Carmelita, grinning from cheek to cheek, took Sly by the hand, pulling him back to the police station.
"We sure like to make a big impression here, don't we?" Sly asked with a small smirk, staring at the large glass dome that the upper chunk of the police station was comprised of.
"You betcha." Carmelita replied as she literally kicked the door off of its hinges.
Carmelita's (current) boss looked over. Being male, he as well as a majority of the guards in the station at that time all fell head over heels for Sly.
"I need to talk to my boss real quick." Carmelita said to Sly through gritted teeth. "Just... wander about. Don't leave the station or talk to prisoners or anything. And make sure none of my lower-ranks get you alone, okay?"
Sly, confused, tilted his head a little. "Uh... Sure, Inspector...?"
Carmelita paused. "You remembered my rank?"
"I guess so... But why do I have to make sure none of your lower-ranks get me alone?"
"Oh, just trust me." Carmelita scratched Sly's chin gently, then she ran over to her boss to explain this predicament and its advantages for her and the police in general.
Sly stood there timidly, feeling awfully shy under the watchful gaze of the officers in the station. They just couldn't keep their eyes off of him.
Overwhelmed, Sly stumbled into a different room. He closed his eyes and leaned against the door, holding it shut and sighing in slight relief.
"... Cooper?" A voice growled in front of him.
Sly opened his eyes to see that he was in front of the side of a cell, and within said cell was a purple lizard that glared at him. The lizard looked a little familiar, but Sly couldn't figure out why,
"You've got some fuzzy dice to show up here." The lizard grumbled, putting extra emphasis on 'fuzzy dice'.
'I must have been the one who arrested him. Or maybe I had to do with it somehow.' Sly figured. He stepped closer to the cell. "I see you're still in jail."
"And you're still a dickmagnet."
"... Pardon me?"
"Look at you, you cocktease! You don't even wear any pants, and you're surprised when everyone wants to bang you."
"I... I don't underst-"
"Will you make out with me if I help you find your friend, Murray?"
Sly was confused. "Uh... N-no. But I will repay you in some way...?"
"Oh, don't worry. I've got a list of ways you can... 'repay' me." The lizard tapped together his ringed fingers maliciously, the cigarette (or whatever it was, maybe it was pot for all Sly knew) in his mouth bobbing in place as he laughed madly.
Sly simply crossed his arms. "So, how are you going to help me find... uh... Murray?"
"Get me out of here, and then we'll talk."
Sly scoffed. "Hah! You think I'm going to let you out of this cell? You must be crazy."
"Wrong. I, Dimitri, AM HIGH AS FUCK! Get the key from the cop-lady's office and let me out so I can make hippo bacon from your so-called friend's carcass."
"Well, Dimitri, I'm not letting you out of this cell, so you'll have to find another way to help me out if you want to remain important to the plot."
"DID YOU SAY POT"
"No, I said plot."
"SOUNDS LIKE POT"
"What just happened to you?"
"SPARKLEDUST" Dimitri curled up on the floor, snorting dust off of the ground.
"... Okay then. My pity for you has somehow changed my mind."
"PANTYHOSE"

Sly Cooper slipped into Carmelita Fox's office practically unnoticed. The Inspector was holding some sort of press conference, and everyone, surprisingly, seemed to have their full attention fixed onto her. (Or maybe they were just staring at her breasts.)
Sly found the key to Dimitri's cell really quick... How could he not? It was right there on the desk in front of him.
Something about the color of the key, though...
Sly's head started to spin. He couldn't stop staring at the key. It was as if his brain was trying to use the key to show him something. Whatever it was, it was already making Sly feel strange.
"... Clock." He muttered under his breath as he stared at the key. "Clock."
It had something to do with clocks. But what?
The Cooper descendant shook it off. Now wasn't the time for him to rely on his brain to desperately try filling the holes in his memory; he had laws to break and a hippo to meet.
It wasn't difficult for Sly to slip back into the room with Dimitri's cell. Hesitantly, he put the key into the lock, unlocked the cell, and then tried to pull the door open.
"Hey, dickmagnet, there's another lock there. No key for that one. You need the combo." Dimitri said offhandedly.
"Where can I find the combo?" Sly asked.
"I don't know, dude! Don't ask me! You're the 'master thief' here. Shouldn't you be able to crack it?"
"I'm not a 'master thief'." Sly muttered. He couldn't be a master thief if he was a Constable, could he?
"Not a master thief? Hah! Only a master thief could have stolen the Clockwerk tailfeathers off of me, dude."
At the mention of the word 'Clockwerk', Sly froze. "... Clockwerk...?"
"Don't ask me why you wanted those useful tailfeathers. You're the one who said they had something to do with Clockwerk or whatever."
Sly started to sweat. 'Clockwerk... What's Clockwerk? Why does that word make me feel so... so scared? So...'
"Hey, Cooper. You still in there? Hello~? Dude, you still need to hook me up with freedom here."
"Huh...? Oh... Oh, yeah." Sly brought his ear close to the lock. Somehow, he knew what to do. 'I know how to crack locks? Must have needed to do it to fit in once or twice...' He reasoned with himself.
Dimitri was pleased when Sly opened the gate. "Sweeeeeet, dude! Now you just have to scramble the cops so I can make a break for it."
"What? I thought you were going to take me to that Murray guy."
Dimitri laughed and smacked Sly's back. "I will. I'll pass word to him to meet you somewhere that your magical mask will lead you to."
"Magical mask?"
"Don't ask."
After a bit of persuasion on Dimitri's part, Dimitri managed to get Sly to agree to distracting the cops.
Sly walked back out of the room, now standing behind the crowd of cops that were listening in on the meeting. Carmelita stopped speaking of how much of a dick Octavio was and instead stared at Sly with a somewhat-lovestruck, tiny smile. "Sly... Everyone, welcome back Constable Cooper." She said this rather forcefully, as if forcing this idea upon her lower-ranking officers.
Sly took note of how the officers, all male, stared at him. 'Maybe I really am a walking aphrodisiac... I wonder, is there a way for me to use this in this situation...?'
Carmelita frowned at the look on Sly's face. "Sly, you look exhausted... Why don't you sit down?"
Sly smirked a little, seeming to further worry Carmelita for some reason.
'I wonder why she looks so horrified of me right now... Should I ask? Would the timing be inappropriate?'
"... Sly? Just sit down and relax..." Carmelita stuttered.
Relax? Sly was already as relaxed as he could be, which he realized then, wasn't very relaxed at all. For some reason, he felt very much... in power here. He felt a little like a god, like he could easily end every life in this room with the twitch of a finger.
'... That's awfully morbid. I wonder why I feel that way. Maybe I should just run for it myself and leave that scaly guy behind...?' Sly was surprising himself by the fact that he wasn't nearly as concerned for his mental wellbeing as he probably should have been, and was having no difficulty whatsoever changing the subject in his thoughts. Perhaps these feelings were something he should ponder at another time.
"Come on, Ringtail..."
'Does she know what's going through my mind? Is that why she's scared?'
The sheer amount of eyes locked on Sly was starting to drive him a little bonkers.
'... Eyes. Clockwerk.'
Carmelita watched as Sly's face went blank. Her worry only grew, if not tenfold what it had been before. "S-..."
"Clockwerk Eyes..." Sly mumbled. "They..."