Cop on the Edge! Part un

"Sit down Sly," Jose said, motioning Sly to a seat in front of his private study desk. "You know, we both aren't too different. We both are cops, we both love Carmelita, except I love her as a daughter, and you, I don't want to hear about what you too do when you're both alone."

"Sorry, but Carmelita and me don't do that, if I know what you mean," Sly said.

Suddenly, Jose pulled out a silenced pistol and laid it out on the desk. "You know, this is my very first police weapon?"

"No, I didn't know," Sly said, swallowing hard. "And actually sir, I don't like how your trying to scare me. You can't possibly stop Carmelita and I from loving each other."

"Not unless I kill you!" Jose said in a very serious tone. Sly went rigid and wide-eyed. "Just kidding, I was just joking, come on laugh, laugh, THIS IS NOT AN OPTION!"

Sly began to chuckle, but was still freaked out. "Still, you do something and everyone will come looking for me."

"Yeah? WELL THEY'RE NOT GONNA FIND YOU!" Jose said, in that serious tone once again. Sly once again went into his panic stance. "See now that was another joke, you need to laugh at these, so laugh…I TOLD YOU IT'S NOT AN OPTION!"

Sly began once more at the fake laugh try.

"Now what do you think of me," Jose said. "I mean really, the truth. Just tell me."

"You really want to know what I think about you?" Sly asked.

"Yeah."

"To begin with, can we do this WHEN you don't have a gun within arms reach?"

"How about you DO what the guy with the gun tells you!"

"Fine, I'm just gonna put it out there," Sly swallowed, he was still a little freaked out. "You can take it, or if you don't want it, just don't send it back in the form of a bullet…I think your damn crazy, and need to be in a mental institution rather than in an office with maybe a dozen guns at his disposal. I think life for you hasn't exactly turned out right for you, and your afraid of losing your only unmarried daughter. You aren't the same with Julio and Enrique because you think they'll be just fine, and you're the same with Eliza because she already has a man, but your different with Carmelita. To you, she's daddy's little girl because she hasn't married like her sister. She continues to follow the family business of working through the ranks of Interpol."

Juan looked in slight shocked. Never once had he heard someone speak to him like that, but Sly wasn't finished.

"Your scared that Carmelita won't find the right man. The only problem is that she's isn't having trouble finding a man to suit her, it's you trying to find the right man that suits you to be with Carmelita. You're afraid that she might give up everything. But she's not. She's gonna keep on going. She's not gonna give up. I love her. And she loves me. And if that's something that you can't understand, then maybe you should TRY to understand."

Sly got up and walked out the door, leaving Juan to mull over what he had been told. But yet he didn't seem to get it. He didn't let it in.

"Carmelita," Sly said, pulling Carmelita into the bedroom. "I can't marry you, at least not without clearing my conscience. I have to tell everybody the truth. I have to tell them that I faked my amnesia and that I'm still a very active master thief, so I think maybe you should go back to Paris, because I anticipate that this estate will be going to hell in a hand basket."

"Sly, I'm not leaving alright? They're my family so I'm gonna be there at your side when your secret is no longer a secret."

"Thanks Carm," Sly said.

"Besides, I'm your blood type."