Little sleep came to Wyoming that night as he picked his father being slaughter by his brother… no, not his brother. Not if what the fox said was true…

The time was unknown to him, but at last, Carmelita came to his cell to take him out. She drove him to the hearing and slowly they entered the courtroom.

The judge was a pudgy pug with small beady eyes. He looked as if he had a short fuse and didn't want his judgment questioned. Not by anyone.

Carmelita sat at one side and Wylie was shoved to the other. His lawyer looked clueless… She didn't know much about the case, and was shocked to find out that orange kitten with soft innocent eyes was the actual culprit here. The judge flipped out, and said if he says it's the one on trial, then he's right, i.e. get over it.

"All rise for the honorable Judge Ponton!" The baliff called.

And it only went downhill from there.

The case was short; it only lasted about eight hours. There was no doubt the trial would be the same as Carmelita's prediction. The jury had come back, and were now about to read their decision when a voice rang out.

"I'm not too late to be called to the witness stand, am I?" The suave sneaky voice that had once calmed Wyoming now sent chills through his fur.

"Cooper!" Carmelita leapt to her feet so fast she almost knocked the table over.

"Whoa, Carmelita, chill, I'm not going anywhere," Sly replied smoothly.

"Sly Cooper, what are you doing here? You are interrupting my case!" Judge Ponton shouted angrily.

Sly glanced at Wyoming, who instantly turned his gaze away. "I came to… offer a deal. Let the kid go… he was following my lead, I put him up to it. Let him go, he's not the criminal. If you let him go, I'll go without a fight. Any punishment you decided. Anything."

This offer sent the crowd that had gathered murmuring to each other, and the Judge had a look of pleasure on his face. Ending the 'Great Master Thief' Sly Cooper… a dream come true! Carmelita however, wasn't convinced. But she didn't speak up.

"Do we have a deal?" Sly asked, his voice cracking with worry. He quickly cleared his throat and made himself appear calm once more. The courtroom remained silent. "I said, do we have a deal?" Sly repeated, his voice clear and demanding.

"Tell me one thing, Cooper: Why would you do this?" Carmelita had voiced the question.

Sly stared at Wyoming. "Because I adopted Wyoming Cooper as my brother, and brothers don't let each other down. It was my fault, not his."

"Well, then," Judge Ponton rasped. "Let the boy go, and get this treacherous ringtail to jail!"

The guards and InterPol officers that had come along swarmed Cooper like mad. In an instant he was cuffed. He looked as defeated as Wyoming had… maybe worse.

Carmelita walked over to Wyoming and whispered. "You're free again."

Wylie shoved her away and raced over to Sly. He buried his tear-stained face in his brother's gray fur. "Don't take him away, please! Please don't take him away!"

Sly was hit with the memory of screaming for his father to wake. He looked at his brother for a long moment. "Can I say something?"

The room was silent, but Ponton finally rasped. "Sure, then we'll send you to jail. You can make up for that time later."
"Since I am an ex-master thief, I have no need for my belongings." Glares of alarm were sent at him. They must have thought he meant things he stolen. "My inherited belongings. So I leave my cane to the only Cooper member remaining: Wylie. And," he tore his hands away from the officers and took off his hat. He quickly placed it on Wylie's head before the police grabbed his hands again. "My hat. It looks good on you."

"Sly," Wyoming mewed, "Please don't go…"

Sly stared at Wyoming's wet face. "I'm sorry…" One crystal tear ran down his cheek as he was lead away by the officers. He could heard Wyoming sobbing in the background and then sat in the police car. He'd finally been captured. The Cooper was finally going to serve time for his crimes. He stared at his toes in thought and wondered if he'd done the right thing. A smile was on his face despite the tears that rolled down his cheeks. He had done the right thing, whether that was how he felt or not. He knew, he had done the right thing.

Yup, this is the end. I will probably write a sequel. I know, crummy, sad ending, but Sly had to do the right thing…