Woot new chapter Officially Ch1 the last chapter will count as prologue for no reason than that this is the chapter where my story starts… doing … that… thing… that it… does… yeah. Well anyway here's chapter three. Oh, and thanks to Heiduska for the review it's good to know some body actually read and liked it. Yay fo me.

Disclaimer: Sly Cooper and all related things made by Sucker Punch belong to them. However my oc's belong to me, though their still not here yet, so ha! Just try and sue me … no, actually… um … don't … please?

Chapter 1

Sly looked over at the sleeping form of his partner. The late nights didn't bother him so much having spent most of his adult life staying up all night. Now the mornings this job demanded were hell but…

"Tis merely another sacrifice I make to be with you oh winsome one" he thought. Picking up the completed files and taking them down the hall to the chief's office he marveled at how well this had worked out.

"I still can't believe that no one recognized me. It truly is amazing just how much can be accomplished with only a fake background, a new name, the removal of a mask and of course playing on peoples expectations." Shaking his head he continued thinking to himself, "of course I used the same concepts with my many disguises. I wonder how many more of my tricks Carmelita picked up from chasing me? Still wish I didn't have to lie to her about this whole amnesia thing… oh well all's fair in love and war right."

The simple fact of the mater was that: A. No one really knew what he looked like even with the mask on except Carmelita because the few photos they actually had of him were blurry and about the only thing recognizable was the flashy thief outfit which tended to stick in the mind more than his actual appearance did, which is one of the reasons he wore an outfit so noticeable and apparently bad for thievery. And B. no one would ever expect Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox to show up claiming that the man she had spent the last few years of her life hunting was her partner so they didn't even consider it.

He entered the chief's office to find him still working away on some new program the powers that be had thought up.

"Here're the reports on the drug ring you asked for sir." He said putting them in the basket for files the chief had specifically asked for. The only response he received was a grunt and wave at the aforementioned basket.

As he turned to leave Sly noticed that one of the many notes scattered over the chiefs desk had the names of a number of the more successful officers in Interpol including both Carmelita and Sly and mentioned something about suggestions and an evaluation.

"Hmm… wonder what all that's about. Suppose I'll just find out tomorrow. Now to awaken my sleeping beauty so I can get a ride home. Entering the room he paused just a moment to admire the sleeping woman before him her blue tresses artfully cascading over her shoulders to pool around her face the large braid she wore in it tracing the line of her back. Her eyes so full of life and expression covered with thick lashed red furred lids. And for a moment he merely stood there and debated the ethical implications of disturbing such a splendid and beautiful scene, but swiftly decided to wake her after reminding himself that she was always beautiful and that it was a far greater crime to deny the world her conscious influence upon it. Leaning in close to her he whispered.

"Fair Carmelita you must awaken, for while you are always magnificent no matter where you chooses to rest your glorious countenance. One can not help but think that there are places more worthy of being the site upon which such radiant beauty chooses retire for the night." As he said this Carmelita opened her eyes and grumbled.

"Cut the flirty chit chat Ring tail." And Sly saw her eyes snap open and looked at him for any sign of recognition of the phrase as she most likely realized just how similar it was to something else she had said to him when he was a thief. Not feeling like joking around in this area he pretended not to recognize it. Raising an eyebrow he responded.

"Ok Carm, no chit chat right now, but that doesn't change the facts that you would most likely prefer a somewhat more comfortable bed than you desk and that while your skills are many and varied. I highly doubt that they include driving while asleep, and you're my ride home." They gathered up their coats and got in the car the drive passing in silence because Carmelita was too tired to talk leaving sly alone to his thoughts. It still felt weird being a cop. Yes, liked having a job where he can employ at least some of his skills, but it was still foreign to him. He couldn't count how many times during the three or so months he'd been paired with Carmelita that they'd been going into some mob bosses strong hold and he had looked around at the riches surrounding him to see the shimmering blue sparkles and seen the perfect path to grab the tainted riches, knock out the guards and leave a battered and much poorer mob boss for the cops to take care of. But now he was on of the cops so he just went along and did it the cop way. He hated having to deal with all the red tape when trying to bring down a criminal.

There were a lot of things that he didn't care for about his new life. For example the fact that he had to get up and live by someone else's schedule. But he just regarded that as another sacrifice he had to make to be with Carmelita along with having to give up the profession he had spent his whole life mastering, that he loved to do before all other jobs, the thing his family had done for thousands of years. But the one thing he missed the most, more than the thrill of thieving, more than The Thievius Raccoonus or his family's cane, was his gang. Bentley and Murray were more than just friends they were his family before this they'd never been apart except for that brief time when they were captured by the Contessa. It was so strange to come home and not have any one there, to wake up and not smell Murray cooking breakfast or come down and see a desk covered with its weight in papers and hear the sounds of typing coming from some source obscured by the previously mentioned mountain of papers. That was the only thing that actually made him pause when considering whether he made the right choice. Hell, he even missed the guys they'd picked up on their last job Penelope, Panda King, much as he might not have believed it two years ago, Demetri annoying as he might have been he was actually an o.k. guy.

But he loved Carmelita and would do it all again just so he could be with her… and he was going to do something about it. He had spent the last few months not asking Carmelita out, telling himself he wasn't ready and needed more time to adjust to his new life, but he now realized that he was just chickening out and he was going to ask her then and there.

As he came to this decision they pulled up to his apartment. So he realized he should probably wait until they were both a little more conscious. So he bid her good night and went inside. He briefly considered using the training area he had set up on the roof so as not to get completely rusty but decided that sleep would be a better option and so he went to bed trying to come up with some idea how to ask the hot tempered inspector out.

Authors bliminal message: I know that Sly was arrested by the Contessa and Nela and that means there were most likely mug shots taken of him but as the Contessa went to war with Interpol shortly after it is likely that she wasn't to willing to give them much access to her files. Sorry for the three day delay life got in the way. I've already started chapter two so it should be up soon. And once more I beg you to review I really want to know what y'all think.