This one's gonna be short. ... Maybe.
Chapter 3: Routine.
Light slipped through the slits in the window shade and crossed the lavish flat located in Spain. Carmelita rolled on her side, pulling the bedsheets tighter, and slipping an arm around Sly.
Sly's eyelids twitched, and he turned to face her. "Good morning, constable." Carmelita said, letting her eyes close as he gently kissed her.
"Good morning, inspector." He replied, smiling a bit. He loved her, and he enjoyed every moment he was with her.
She smiled and sat up, keeping the bedsheet around her. She ran a hand through her dark blue hair, then stood up. "How're you feeling?" She asked, walking across the room --lighter than air-- and into their shared bathroom.
"Fine. I woke up next to you, after all." Sly said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He saw a flick of her tail, and the door to the bathroom shut. He smiled a little bit.
Never in his life had he thought he'd get this close to her.
He moved to a dresser and pulled out a shirt. He put it on, then stepped to the window and pulled apart the blinds. Their flat was very lavishly decorated; the income from Interpol was nice, and it wasn't nearly as risky as his thief work was.
Still, he missed it.
And something about his relationship with Carmelita bothered him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but... Something.
Everytime he asked Carmelita about something before that night, before his "amnesia", she'd change the subject quickly. Did she want to keep their relationship, or did she just love Constable Cooper?
His thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang. He walked over and picked it up. "Constable Cooper." He said, sneering unintentionally. Constable Cooper! No longer Sly Cooper, a great and honorable thief?
"Ah, Constable." The commisioner chimed in enthusiastically as always. "We've an assignment for you and the Inspector. Is she there?"
Sly coughed to hide a laugh. "Uh. She's not in right now," Sly said. "I'll make sure to brief her, though."
"Good, good." The voice said. "We have a little problem... It seems that Interpol had a break in last night. There was only one item stolen. It was a police record of a... Well... They took your police record."
My record? He thought. Who the hell wants my record?
"The criminals left a clue, however. The words "Pog Mo Thoin, Ringtail!" were carved into the wall."
"Pog Mo Thoin?" Sly asked, not knowing what it meant.
"Kiss my ass, in Irish." The commisioner said in a soft tone, trying not to giggle.
"Ah." Sly said, blinking vaguely. "Do we know who it is?"
"We suspect it's Lynch and his gang. Though, there's a lot of details missing on how they got in. There's no demolitions expert on their team, and there's a lot of heavy lifting that would have to have been done. The lifting was apparently done by one person."
Bentley and Murray were running with a new gang!
"Alright. Do you want Carme-- Inspector Fox and I to tail them?" Sly asked.
"That'd be grand. Lynch's gang is usually only three deep, but it would seem that they've aquired some new members. They're suspected to be in Britain, planning a heist. Tickets and a hotel reservation will be made immediately."
"Alright. I'll tell the Inspector." Sly said, and hung up.
Now, he was miffed. Bentley and Murray were running with a new gang!
The bathroom door opened up, and Carmelita stepped out wearing a towel around her torso, and a towel around her head. She looked at Sly, noticing the somewhat angry expression on his face. "Are you okay, honey?"
"Fine..." Sly said, turning his head to look at her. Even though he had seen much more of her, the sight of her in a towel still amazed him. "Tell me, Carmelita..." He crossed his arms over his chest. Time for the moment of truth. "Why didn't I know that my Interpol records were filed in with criminals like Eoin Lynch?"
Carmelita flinched.
"They've been stolen, and it seems like the Lynch gang has picked up some new members. We're being shipped off to Britain to look for them." Sly said, moving from the window and opening a closet. He took out her luggage cases. "Should I help you get packed, or are you worried I'll steal something?"
"Sly, I..." She said, walking towards him.
He gruffly pulled out his luggage. "It's a good thing that we've got a flight this afternoon, 'inspector', because we have a LONG talk ahead of us."
Carmelita's lip twitched. Did their time run out? And everything was going so well...!
Sly looked up at her, trying to ease the tension a little by curling his lips back in a gentle smirk.
The same smirk he gave her on numerous occasions, just before he escaped.
Carmelita sighed a little, picking up her bags and carrying them to their bed. "Let's do it after the mission, okay? I work best when I'm in a pissy mood, anyway." She mumbled, lip twitching.
Sly frowned. Damn. He'd have to wait to see if she'd come clean.
To see if she loved him, or Constable Cooper.
The End.