Disclaimer: Hello all and welcome to chapter 2 of my multi-chapter Sly Cooper story. Now before we begin I would first like to send a response to those who have reviewed thus far.

Sly: You know that's not a lot right?

( Giving him the evil eye) I realize that, but we still got time. Anyway on with the responses, woot!:

Random Reviewer: Thanks for the review Random, I'll be keeping an eye out for you. Oh and as to the framing of Sly, just read this chapter ok? I got a few twists and turns up my sleeve that hopefully wont have people knowing everything until I explain.

Noalyn: Holy Mother of God!!! I got a review from THE Noalyn!!!

Sly: What's so special about that?

( I look at him in disbelief) He/She's only one of the better known Sly Cooper writers on this site, his/her stories kick ass for that matter.

Sly: Oh...my mistake

Yeah, anyways I'm glad I got your attention with this story and hopefully keep it till the end. I promise this story will be as great as I can make it!

Seeiko: Our Thanksgiving is on November 25th, that ought to help you out in the future lol. Anyway thanks for the review and as for Carmelita she will be making an appearence in this chapter and story as well. Can't leave the object of Sly's affections out now can we?

Sly: Ahh the ever lovely Ms. Fox, you know if I had things my way she would be called Mrs. Fox instead.

Kev: I already told you the French name reason, still thanks for the review.

Ok that pretty much sums everything up. So without further delay, here's chapter 1!

Chapter 1

Suspect: Cooper

" Slyyyyyyy."

He turned with a startled expression, peering out into the darkness.

" Hello? Somebody there?"

" Slyyyyyyy."

Again the voice floated out to him, coming from what seemed every direction. The raccoon thief continued to look about, his tail twitching behind him in irritation.

" Look if this is some kind of joke then it's not funny," he yelled, " so if that's either you Bentley or Murray than you can stop right now."

It was silence that greeted his warning when he finished. Sly took a deep breath and sighed. Looks like he was right about one of his friends doing this, all he had to do now was wait for them to show themselves. Shaking his head, the world faous thief turned once more and then almost fell to the floor in shock. His eyes widened and a quiet snicker filled his ears.

" Hmm mistaking me for your friends now ringtail? And here I thought you couldn't get enough of me."

" Carmelita?!"

Sly blinked and rubbed his eyes a few times as if trying to tell himself it wasn't her. However no matter what he did the result was the same, there in front of him was Inspector Fox. While he was suprised at the sudden events, what got to him even more was what she was wearing. Sly swallowed deeply as his eyes traced her figure up and down, the black dress gown she wore hugging every curve of her body. Noticing this Carmelita smirked and spun around lightly, making Sly almost choke on the air he was breathing at the time.

" Like what you see Cooper?"

Her voice came out soft and sweet, causing Sly to blush profusely and stammer in response.

"I...I..."

He didn't get far however for the next thing he knew Carmelita had sauntered her way over to him and put a finger against his lips silencing him. A tingling sensation went through him at the slight contact and he could feel his mouth becoming dry. Still not done with her actions apparantly, Carmelita quickly pushed her body against his and brought her muzzle to his ear, whispering a single statement to him.

" I want you raccoon, now!"

Sly could instantly feel his blood rushing to various parts of his body, including one that was a typical response any man would give with a beautiful woman pressed against him. Pulling back a bit, but still close enough to hold onto him, Carmelita pursed her lips and closed her eyes. Sly, finally coming out of his euphoric stupor saw her movement and followed with his own. Slowly the two of them inched thier lips towards the others, coming closer and closer with each passing second. However just before they touched lips Carmelita pulled back, startling the raccoon thief. Sly looked at her with a worried expression.

" Carmelita? Are you ok? What's wrong?"

His answer came in a high shrill screech from Carmelita's mouth. Gasping in pain, the thief grabbed his ears and fell to the ground, rolling about on the floor. And as he continued to grasp his injured ears, Sly's world slowly began to melt around him, until finally he couldn't see anything at all.

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Scree! Scree! Scree!

A quiet muffled yelp came from the ball of sheets on the bed and movement could be seen.

Scree! Scree! Scee!

More movment, a groan and a few strong words.

Scree! Scree! Scree...SMASH!

From his bed Sly Cooper stared down at the now broken pile of machinary, a scowl on his face and a heavy book clutched in his hands.

" Always at the worst possible time," the thief muttered before rolling back under the covers.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Bentley and Murray looked up from breakfast towards Sly's room, the latter shaking his head. Looks like Sly had just KO'ed the new alarm clock once more.

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Carmelita shivered and yawned once more, the cold morning air chilling her to the bone. Why was she up again this early? It was her day off, she should be home right now back under her nice warm blankets. Yet her she was at the Lourve museum, currently sitting on the hood of her car and staring at the activity around her. Apparantly a double murder was commited here last night during a break in, both of the night watchmen were found lifeless on the floor of the Egyptian exhibit. From what she did pick up from cops talking nearby, it was a pretty grotesque sight inside. Pulling her coat a bit tighter to herself the vixen grumbled quietly to herself.

" I don't know why I'm even here, murders are not my department, the only thing I want is to catch Cooper!"

Cooper, ugh how she loathed that damn thief, always managing to find a way to get away. Five years, five years of her life spent chasing that low down, good for nothing, extreamly cute...whoa...back up there! Carmelita blinked in surprise and shook her head, her eyes widening. Did she just call Cooper...cute!? No, there was no way she said that, her mind must be playing tricks on her. Growling in frustration the vixen ran a hand through her hair, trying to smooth out the frayed ends.

" The raccoon isn't even around and he still manages to get under my fur," she muttered continuing to eye the activity around her, " I'll get his ass one day, it won't be long until he is behind bars!"

Indeed the vision of Sly wearing prison garb and a large ball chained to his legs always had a calming effect on her. Often at time she would lose herself in those fantasies, Sly in jail and she herself receiving a promotion or two. Yes those would be happy times indeed, they were however easier said than done.

" Inspector Fox?"

The voice came as a surprise to the police woman, causing her to let out a small yelp in surprise. Turning quickly, her vision was filled with the sight of a huge lion, who at the moment was smiling down at her. Clearing her throat and taking a deep breath, Carmelita regarded the man before her.

" Yes that's me, can I help you?"

The lion nodded his head and stuck out his hand, which Caremlita promptly shook.

" I'm Lt. Antoine head of the homicide department, it's a pleasure to see you here Ma'am."

" I bet it is, if you can please tell me luitenant, what am I doing here? Murder's aren't a part of my jurisdiction to be quiet honest."

The Lion cocked an eyebrow and stared down at her with what appeared to be an amused expression.

" Your awfully quick to the matter, very well if you would follow me Ms. Fox."

The two of them slowly made thier way to the museum entrence, Antoine leading Carmelita past an ambulence where two wrapped figures could be seen. Carmelita paused for a second to look, drawing the attention of her escorter. Antoine stopped and turned, following her gaze to the two covered bodies. Sighing the lion walked back over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder before speaking.

" A very sad sight indeed, three years on the force and I thought I had seen it all," the lion shook his head, " this was a very brutal attack, the museum has always been a place to view fine art and such, not a place to commit a crime like this!"

Carmelita tore her gaze away from the sight and stared up at Antoine, an unreadable look in her eyes.

" Any ideas on why this happened? Pictures, fingerprints, videos?"

Antoine nodded and pointed to a nearby armored police vehicle where several people in lab clothes mulled about.

" We did find a few hair samples on the guard's bodies that we believe belong to the suspect, the lab people are woking on it right now."

" I see, are there any possible suspects right now?"

Carmelita knew she struck a nerve with that question when she heard the lion breath deeply. Curious as to who the suspect was, Carmelita watched as Antoine reached into his pocket and pull out what appeared to be a small photo. The lion looked at the picture, his eyes hardening for only a split second before he looked back up at the vixen in front of him.

" We have one lead Ms. Fox, and this is the strongest one we got. You wanted to know why you were called down here? The answer is in this photo, it was taken earlier by my men."

Raising an eyebrow, Inspector Fox reached out and took the photo from Antoine's outstreatched hand. She could see right away that it was a picture of the crime scene, the bodies of the two guards were still there, only they were covered. She felt a bit squeamish upon seeing the blood but continued to scan the photo. Again and again she went over it, but still she could find nothing special. She was beginning to grow annoyed, and Antoine must have sensed this for he cleared his throat in order to gain her attention.

" Look inbetween the two bodies Inspector," he stated calmley, " where the small patch of shadow starts."

Looking at the lion for a few more seconds, Carmelita shrugged and looked at the spot he spoke of. It took less that a second for her to give her reaction. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth dropping open only slightly as she stared at the photo. There gazing up at her was a familiar white and blue marking that she had seen throughout the last five years of her life. The same figure of the one thief she vowed to chase to hell and back if it meant for a chance to slip on a pair of cuffs. Antoine saw her shocked look and nodded his head as if to confirm what Carmelita had already answered herself.

" Yes Inspector, that is our suspect, the one man you have been chasing for five years around the world, Sly Cooper."

Author's Notes: And well there you have it boys and girls, chapter 1 all done!

Sly: It's short, a VERY good beginning, but short.

Yeah I know that, still at the moment I'm focusing on Sly and Carmelita, the chapters will get longer and longer as more of the cast is introduced.

Sly: You mean there's going to be more people?

Yep, planning to bring in a few actually, so right now the chapters are a bit short but they will grow.

Sly: Right well it's your story, now if you excuse me, I have a heist to pull in India tonight. (He runs off)

Hmm...I wonder if he realises it's a trap...oh well let him deal with it, anyway one last thing before I go:

Ian: I got your review actually in the middle of typing this so I got to add you in here to, thanks for the review and I hope to see you in the future!

Also as a side note the small opening dream scene with Sly, I put that in to relieve some tension from the prologue, you know to have the reader laugh a bit before moving on. Just to let you all know I might do that again once or twice later on, adding small humorous scenes between dramatics. Anyway that's about it so see you all again in chapter 2!

P.S: Question to the readers: Should Antoine keep appearing in the story, or show up only once or twice and then fade away?