Yeah, this chapter 2 of Stalker II, lol

RachetSly: Yeah, I don't think I'd take poison either, unless it tasted good.

Snake-4c-merc: Yes, let the chaos brewing in my mind spill out in a suspenseful as hell thriller.

Heiduska: Yeah, such a good pair.

Shark: She never will.

Cooper Fan: That's a good thing to know, and you are welcome/I owe you for being one of the reviewers that asked for it.

I don't own Sly Cooper (Sucker Punch), but I do own the lock smash.

Chapter 2 Thinking of You

It had been three weeks since what happened in chapter 1, Sly had successfully recovered enough to pull a heist, which he was about to do. Bentley finally had to let go of Sly's curfew thanks to the loss of his wounds, and no one had found out about Sly giving Carmelita the roses she had so fondly put in a vase. She also kept the card next to the vase, unless someone visited. Then both roses and card were hidden in a bin that was carefully stowed away in Carmelita's closet.

Sly was going to tell her about how he had seen her and the roses, and how he had decided to steal her heart as well as a collectible Elvis Presley record for some wacko who was willing to pay 2 million dollars. Mind you, it was owned by some other wacko who had killed 18 people to add to his private record collection.

Anyways, the record was stored in the guy's music store. Sly didn't know the owners real name, all he knew was his name for Dungeons and Dragons. The Wizard of Music, an appropriate name for a musically obsessed murderer.

You would think a record store would be an easy target, but it wasn't. The record store was state of the art when it came to security. There were crosswire lasers all through the store, and spotlights all through the backroom, which was where he stored his private collection. There were two stationary guards in front of the backroom, who wore gas masks. This was because if you ran into one of the lasers, sleeping gas came out of the ventilation system while the doors and windows sealed themselves shut with steel bars.

Seeing as how the store was just a small building, the rooftops seemed like an unrealistic choice of action, so Sly was forced to sneak through alleyways in order to get into the store.

Sly stopped at an alley across from the store, the "Record Range". It was as big as a video rental store (in America), and only one story high. Sly pulled out his binoc-u-com for further instructions from Bentley, who responded almost immediately.

"Sly, are you there?" Bentley's nasally voice came through the bin.

"Yeah, I'm here. So, how am I going to get in?"

"You have to pick pocket the keys off The Wizard of Music."

"You know, this sounds kind of Ozish, but where is the Wizard?"

"He should be coming out of the store any moment know."

As though on schedule, the Wizard walked out of the building. He was a stout stoat, short and bald. He wore a tan suit with a white shirt, and dark brown tie. His shoes were black, and easily noticed under his short pants, which hung slightly above his ankles.

Sly, needing no other signs, quickly tailed after the Wizard on his way to his convertible. Sly had his pockets dry in moments, spinning the key on his index finger. The Wizard kept on walking, whistling a tune as he did so. Sly crept back to the store in time to hear the convertible start and drive off, as Sly had put everything back into the Wizard's pockets except the key, and a few franks.

Sly opened the door, holding his cane against the bell so it didn't ring. Sly got inside, and instantly understood the true meaning 'a lot'. Lasers were everywhere. Never the one to back down from a challenge, Sly started his way dipping and diving to avoid lasers as he made his way to the back of the store.

Sly was halfway through the store when he found himself in an ever shrinking box. He couldn't see a way out, and the lasers were closing in. Of course, it finally dawned on Sly that he could use the invisibility trick, which he did. The lasers passed through Sly, who sighed in relief before continuing to the back of the store.

Sly reached the back of the store, and stood invisibly while he surveyed the two guards. Both of them were hawks looking out for anyone with sharp eyes. Sly saw the sign that read "No Renewing", but what it said was of no interest to Sly. It was the hook shape on the end.

Sly took what he got and jumped, using his hook to grab the edge of the sign. He swung and jumped in between the guards.

WHACK!

WHACK!

He took the flat side of his cane and hit them both in the face. They smacked their heads on the wall, and slumped unconscious against it.

Sly looked down at the unconscious guards, and grinned. Then, he looked at the door. It had a lock on it, but the key to the front door wouldn't fit. Sly looked at the lock. It was just a classical lock, nothing that Randy Cooper's lock break couldn't deal with. The lock break was invented in the fifties. It only worked on normal locks though, not padlocks. It was still a fairly helpful move.

Sly brought his cane over the back of his shoulder, and swung it down on the doorknob like a baseball bat. He then hit the knob so the handle turned a quarter to the left. He took the top of the hook and hit the keyhole. There was a clatter as the door silently fell open. Sly stepped over the pieces of the dismantled lock, and entered the backroom.

Sly looked at the backroom. There were spotlights everywhere, with guards posted on a platform above each light. Some were asleep, while others watched televisions. Sly looked around one last time before slipping through light after light, using the invisibility technique a few times. He found his way through the carefully assorted records until he found the record he was looking for. In moments he was back out and running over to the alleys he had used to get there with an Elvis record under his arm.

No matter what, Carmelita had found out about Sly's heist and come to chase him, or at least shoot at him with a shock pistol. She wasn't really in any condition to run. She climbed out of her squad car, and waited for a certain Ringtail to appear from the store he was robbing.

Sly came out of the building and headed for the alleys when he was stopped by a familiar vixen, which he had something for tonight. He stopped, and leaned on is cane, giving Carmelita his most charming smile. The Cooper charm never missed, and Carmelita's breath was stolen for a moment.

"End of the line Ringtail." Carmelita said, avoiding Sly's charming brown eyes.

"Aw, Carmelita, just the vixen I wanted to see tonight." Sly flirted with a grin.

"Why, so you could join me for lunch in jail?"

"No, I was just thinking about you."

"I don't want to know about your thoughts about me."

"They weren't those kinds of thoughts, well, not all of them anyway."

"Just come with me Cooper, or I can always give you a good shock."

"Not without saying what I want to say."

"And just what do you want to say?"

"This" Sly said as he slipped forward in an instant. He was right in front of Carmelita, his lips pressed to hers in a passionate kiss. There was a difference between this kiss and all of the other kisses they had, which was that Sly wasn't handcuffing her to something, or stealing her shock pistol. This was a true kiss, one that Carmelita found herself enjoying, and wrapped her arms around the raccoon.

In their kissing, Sly and Carmelita had lost track of their balance, and promptly fell over when the kiss was broken.

"Oomph!" Carmelita said as Sly fell on top of her. It was a good thing Sly hadn't fallen on her injured leg, or there would have been more than 'oomph'.

"Sorry, my love" Sly said as he helped her up. Carmelita needed no reassuring; she would get her stuff tomorrow. Now, she went with Sly to wherever he and his gang were staying.

Sly walked her back to the team van, where Bentley went crazy at the scene of the Interpol inspector.

"What! But Sly, how could you bring a cop to us! We're ruined I tell you, ruined!"

"Bentley, calm down. Carmelita's not going to hurt us."

"Not going to hurt us! She's a cop! She'll have us swarmed with other cops in moments!"

"Bentley, she won't, we'll be fine."

"Let's just get out of here." Murray's voice cut in. Bentley was in no way planning to disagree about leaving, it was leaving with a cop that scared him.

"You know what" Sly thought out loud "you guys go back home, and I'll take a lovely trip to the home of my querida (I owe you DivineGuardian, and querida means 'dearest one, not to be confused with Captein Amelia's querera)."

Bentley, not wanting to get arrested, agreed. "Fine, but it isn't my fault if you get sent to jail."

The Cooper van drove off with Murray at the wheel. Sly was left, standing next to Carmelita, not that he wasn't satisfied. Sly held his arm out, which the vixen accepted, and they walked back to Carmelita's squad car.

They drove off for Carmelita's apartment, having a light conversation about past adventures, and just, well, anything. The ride seemed short, so they spent several minute talking in the parking lot before moving their conversation up to Carmelita's apartment.

They got up to her apartment, still talking, and then spent hours talking to each other. It was well beyond five in the morning when they finally decided to go back to bed. Seeing as how there was only one bed in Carmelita's apartment and they were both a little to tired to disagree, the decision to cuddle was made almost immediately. They fell asleep in the warmth of the others embrace.

Meanwhile in hell…

Yeah, there is a catholic religion thing here, so don't be offended. Oh yeah, and review.