Hi, sorry 'bout not updating in awhile! Been busy but I am trying and I had to redo this story to fit in with Sly 2 so, that was another dilemma! And school started again! But I leave you guys with enough to get by with till I get a chance to write. I'll use most of the quotes from the game but I may leave some words out or phrase things differently than the game and may even add in some lines. I am sticking the first person POV since you guys like it. I'll just let you know whose POV it is from, k? I will use different characters for different jobs just to make things interesting. This follows the storyline to the game but I have made some modifications to some of the characters but I am not telling you who! So the story will change slightly so even when Sly 3 comes out in November I will complete this story… on with the story!

Disclaimer: WolfKeeper989 does not own Sly Cooper 2 or any of its characters except Bimal Etash and some others I will mention later.

Chapter 2

Shadow from the Past

(Sly's POV still)

I ran with my friends on both sides of me. The Cairo sun was scorching but with the wind generated by our movements it wasn't too bad. Not a word was spoken as we made our way to our target. Then we split up about one rooftop away from the Museum of Natural History, Bentley to the right, Murray to the left, and I kept heading straight. Then skidded to a stop as I reached a sizeable gap. "I can do this." I thought trying to mentally prepare my self for the jump. "Yeah but I can't fly." Reasoned my mind. But I took a few steps back and started running and jumped…flying…flying…THUD! I landed on the roof and rolled. Then instantly jumped to my feet, I couldn't be lying down I had a job to do. I found the open skylight and pulled the rope from the pouch on my leg. I tied it down and dropped it into the hole. I jumped and grabbed the rope and let gravity guide me down. After a slow descent I let go of the rope and dropped to the museum floor where I felt the familiar buzz of my Binoc-u-com and removed it. I put it up to my face and an image of Bentley came in to view.

"Breaker Alpha Foxtrot, this is the Wizard, do you read me Sitting Duck?" he asked in his usual paranoid voice.

"This is Peking Duck and I hear you, Blizzard." I reply in a sarcastic tone.

"No Sly, I'm "the Wizard" and you're "Sitting Duck"." He said.

"I read you, Lizard." I say in the same sarcastic tone.

"No Sly, I'm- never mind! You're not taking this seriously." He said heatedly.

"You're right I'm not. Look Bentley I know this is your first time out in the field but you gotta loosen up." I say, "so in plain talk what's your status?"

"Well, I have established myself in the basement. I believe I can rewire this service elevator if you can power it up using that power station." He said as I focused in on the power station on the level above me.

"Hang tough pal," I say, "it might take awhile but I'll figure out how to get up there." I say before placing my Binoc-u-com back in the pouch. I made my way over to the old Indian- looking drum and used it to bounce onto the dinosaur skeleton. I walked along the spine very carefully to keep from falling off. Then I jumped from the spine to the tailbone to the second level floor. Then I flipped the switch on the power station and waited for Bentley. The elevator hummed to life then sprung up to reveal my best friend, Bentley. He instantly headed for the security computer and began to work his magic. Then once everything was offline I said,

"Thanks pal, for your first time out you did pretty well." Then he began one of his notorious rants about how this is far from over and all that jazz. Afterwards I made my way through the museum and to where I was supposed to meet Murray. After walking a few ropes I made it to our first rendezvous point, no sign of Murray.

"Murray must've gotten lost, try pressing on a head without him." Said Bentley in my ear. I entered a small room that housed a table and some chairs but was closed off by a gate. Then I heard a familiar heavy breathing sound Then…

"THUNDER FLOP!" Murray busted through the glass roof and onto the table and chairs, smashing them. "Greetings citizen, I hope you weren't harmed by my meteorophic entrance."

"No, Murray, I kept at a safe distance." I reply with chuckle.

"Good, Good. The "Thunder Flop" knows neither friend nor foe only destruction."

"Yeah, could you channel some of that raw energy into the security gate?" I say.

"Of course, it is nothing before "the Murray"!" he says making his way to the gate and prying it open. I slipped under the gate and proceeded to the balcony where I waited for Murray. He came up beside me and announced, "Another barrier stands before you, but fear not for I shall bend it like the truth." He picks up the huge statue sitting beside him and tosses it at the gate blocking the room above and across from them, breaking it.

"Solid work, Murray! You're really in the zone." I say to him. He agrees to meet me in the hall to help carry out the Clockwerk parts. I make my way to the room housing the Clockwerk parts by walking on the rope suspended between the two balconies. I stepped through the broken window and into the room but saw no Clockwerk parts. Where were they? Then Bentley's frantic voice rung in my ears,

"The Clockwerk parts should be here! We need to scrub this mission right now." But then Carmelita and, to his surprise, a partner decided to make their presence known.

"Freeze, Cooper." I stared hard at Carmelita seeing her in something else other than her uniform, hence that black bikini from my dream. I shook my head clearing my mind before quickly saying,

"Inspector Fox…as lovely and unpredictable as ever." I hoped this covered up for my gaping earlier.

"Where as you crooks are so predictable." She said in her usual tone. "You always return to the scene of the crime." I sighed in relief on the inside while saying,

"Crime? I haven't stolen anything…yet."

"Then who broke in last night and made off with all the Clockwerk parts? You got the motive. " she said heatedly pointing her shock pistol at me.

"Someone already stole the parts?" I asked incredulously.

"Don't play dumb with me." She said but her tone held the same disbelief that I felt. Then her partner spoke,

"It might not have been him Carmelita." said the lavender, lanky tiger with compelling green eyes.

"Constable Neyla, I allowed you to sit in on this stakeout as a favor to the Contessa but I don't need any help." snapped Carmelita.

"Oh, I think you might. I mean look at the facts, the method of entry and guard casualties all point to this being a Klaww Gang job." She said matter-of-factly with a British accent. I had to admit that the accent was cute and so was she but she paled in comparison to my ever lovely and firey Carmelita. But something irked me about the way she said it. It almost sounded like gloating.

"Facts? I have Sly Cooper right, I caught him red handed!" she huffed.

"With nothing to steal…?" her partner asked with a laugh. I had to smile as Carmelita began to glow red with anger. I took that as my cue to leave and headed for the stairs leading out. "I mean there are other criminals out there besides…"

"Sly Cooper! After him!" I heard Carmelita shout. I sped up knowing it wouldn't be long before she was on my tail. "Come back here ringtail!" I just grinned and kept running. Murray, who was waiting in the hallway for me heard the commotion and started running to catch up with me yelling,

"Hey! Wait up, Sly!"

"Shake a leg, Murray, it's time to go." I say to him as he caught up. Then a little father down Bentley joined our little run whining about how "this wasn't part of the plan" and what not. "This is where things get fun." I say after he's done whining. All the while Carmelita is shooting at us with her shock pistol and yelling. "Carmelita, I really need to get you away from that shock pistol and take you to dinner." I think to myself. But I think she can read my thoughts because that's when her aim got sharper. I had to duck twice to keep from getting zap in the head. Then I gave yelp and jumped up when I felt the heat from a shock pistol blast blaze by my tail.

"You are all going to jail!" Carmelita announced. "Like I haven't heard that before." thought Sly. She must have read my mind again and didn't like what she heard because her aim got sharper again as he had to jump to the side to avoid being fried.

"This is getting hot. You guys go warm up the van and meet me at the rendezvous point." He told his gang. Then jump through the window and onto the roof. I ran along rooftop while thinking about that dream I had a couple of days ago. It went something like this but I was chasing her and that family…what did that all mean? I kept running along the ropes without stopping at all or getting zapped. The months before this I began to feel strange, that is whenever I thought about Carmelita… could I? Nah. Besides, it would never work even if she did…but she wouldn't and I don't…so, why do I care? I don't know…But I couldn't keep dwelling on my problem because by then the van had made it to the meeting point and I was jumping into the back. I sighed as I listened to Carmelita's voice rang out saying,

"I'll find you Cooper!" Such a lovely voice she has, it should be used for singing rather then yelling but when I'm around that's all she does. This saddened me for some reason, I mean deeply saddened me. I felt tears in my eyes as my ears lower and my tail sags heavy with misery. I felt a lump forming in my throat and the tears threatening to fall. "Get yourself together, Cooper! You can't cry here! Not in front of them!" I thought miserably. I batted away some tears and fought to subdue the stubborn ones. I was almost ecstatic when we got to the hideout. I went in without a word to the others and into my room. After closing and locking my door, I fell face first onto my bed. With my face buried in my pillow I realized I was in love with Carmelita Montoya Fox. I looked around my room to see: scraps of fabric, a half finished painting of the Eiffel Tower, pictures and poems tacked to my wall, books scattered about, and a small piano in the corner. I realized that I wasn't just a thief but also a hopeless, sensitive, romantic with a fondness for books, playing the piano, painting, writing poetry, and a certain police vixen I would never have. I at least wanted to make her happy even if I couldn't be with her. But I couldn't do that either because it seemed that me being alive is what makes her miserable. It was all pointless and hopeless throwing away my pride I let the frustrated, sad tears flow down my face as I sobbed into my pillow. I could hear the words to the start of another poem playing in my head,

I lay here with my heart wrenching…

Wrenching for you my dear vixen

Why can't you?

Can't you let me love you?

Please can't you see?

What you do to me…

Sorry to end it on such a sad note but I had to do it sometime. Anywho, hope you guys liked it! Review please so I can know to write more! Bye! Oh yeah I almost forgot:

Chapter 3

Episode 1: The Black Chateau:

Setup

(Bentley's POV)

"Did Sly seem a bit off, after we got back?" I asked Murray. He shrugged. I went to Sly's room to check on him when I heard it. Was Sly crying? I wasn't sure. I was going to open the door to see if he was all right but it was locked, I expected that, Sly's room was always locked. "Sly you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said quietly. I wasn't going to pry because he sounded down and didn't want to make him feel worse. I hope Sly'll be okay because we need to be at his best mentally, physically, and emotionally if we were going to get those Clockwerk parts back. As I dwelled on this I realized I needed to dig up some info on the Klaww Gang before we went any farther. So, I went to find my trusty laptop and got to work….