Ziggy's Corner: Okay this chapter, like the last is also a very short one. For those of you who wondered what happened to Sly after getting knocked out by Dr. Goren, here's your answer.

He lay still on the cold cement floor, only a dirty toilet catching his eye. Sly rose to his feet, and dropped just as abruptly, he knees shaking, his stomach turning in knots, and his vision flailing between color and black and white.

The room or the cell rather he was in smelled of stagnant water and the walls old, gray and cracked oozed dark green mold over nearly ever inch of them. Sly pulled himself to the wall, and grimaced as the cold slime ran down his back. "Not exactly the Hilton Hotel is it?" he asked the darkness.

"Do you know how long I've waited to see you behind bars, Ringtail?" a harsh, Latin voice snarled from that very same darkness.

Sly smiled and inched closer to the bars, biting his lips until blood flowed down his chin as he moved. The stomach cramps were getting worse, he had no feeling of getting edgy any more, not sense the last dosage of the anti-venom, which he could tell the good doctor had felt free to remove from his possession. "Carmelita, it's nice to hear at least one friendly voice in this little b class horror movie set."

"Charming, isn't he?" another feminine Latin voice snapped.

"And Elisa Fox–Canidao," his smile grew even wider. "Two very beautiful Interpol officers in one setting, if I could see you, I might either have a heart attack from such radiant beauties, or believed that I had died from one because of such angelic women in my presence." He turned his head one way and the other, straining to see through the shadows, hoping to pin down their exact locations.

"We're right across the hall from you, Cooper," Elisa said. "They made it so that you can't see us, but so we could see you."

"You really are something, you know that Sly?" there was something there, more than just frustration, more than irritation, anger. Carmelita looked at the raccoon's frowning face and crossed her arms. Both she and her sister had been released from the boards after Nyoko's mind games had been played, and the ninja seemed satisfied with what she had found. "Did you have any consideration what so ever about my brothers at all?"

Sly jerked, the boys. Gabriel. "Where is he? Gabriel?" He shot to his feet, and dropped to his knees, his stomach feeling as if an elephant was stomping on it.

"Just next to you, unconscious," Elisa said. "He's asleep."

"You better hope that's all that he is," Carmelita howled.

"That's enough," her sister growled at her, grabbing her by the arm. The two of them stared at each other with such ferocity that they'd both be dead if looks could kill. "Look at him, Carmelita, look at the raccoon. There is something obviously wrong with him and yet he pounced like a wild cat the minute he thought about our brother."

"And your point is?" Carmelita growled, ripping her arm out of her sister's grasp.

"He's not to blame here, its Charlie and his gang who are."

"You don't know Cooper like I do," Carmelita growled, waving her arms about. "Trouble finds him no matter where he goes; he's like a black cat!"

Sly lowered his head in shame and sighed. "She's right," he moaned, his voice on the edge of crying. "But I swear I never wanted anything like this to happen to the boys. I saw enough of the horror of the world when I was their age to never want it to happen to a child."

"Then you shouldn't have come and taken my computer, or once you had known, you should have taken them back," Carmelita screeched to the heavens.

"I know," Sly said, "Bentley tried to tell me, but I was too interested in stopping Charlie to really listen." Now there were tears in his eyes. "But . . . but, even if I never came to get the files, Charlie's thugs would have come to your apartment." His stomach was rolling now, and Sly could feel bile start to roll up his stomach. He hunched over on all fours and his body shook.

"What is wrong with you, Ringtail?" Carmelita took a few steps toward him and knelt down to look at the thief as he shook in agony.

"Poison," was his only answer. He felt the vomit surge forward, and he lunged for the toilet, barely making it. Foul smelling waste erupted from his mouth, laced with strong hints of blood. His body was shaking even worse now, and as the few minutes of shooting out waste from his mouth passed, Sly slipped off one of his gloves, and unstitched it a little, pulling out a very tiny vile of the anti-venom, and shot it into his skin. His weakness passed, but with the smallest amount he had put in his body, he knew that wouldn't last long at all.

"From what!" she shrieked. Sly simply shook his head as he wheezed for air, laying flat on his back. The younger woman turned to her sister and frowned. "How was it that Charlie's goons knew where to look for that disk, and what does it do?"

"I don't know," Elisa sighed. "I wish I did, and maybe at one time I did, but something about the last two months has been erased from my memory. I didn't want to say anything, because I didn't want to worry anyone. All I knew was that the disk was very important for something, that numerous governments didn't want it falling into Charlie's hands. I felt that the farther away it was from him, the better, so I sent it to you."

"And didn't tell me about it," Carmelita snapped, her hands on her waist.

"I told you about the files, and to make triple care of them, if I knew anymore, I would have told you more," Elisa growled. She stopped and looked toward Sly as the sound of waste splashing into water echoed through the hall. Apparently the anti-venom wasn't very effective.

"So along with the Ruby, now there is a disk to worry about?" Sly crawled to the bars and looked flat at the ground. "Nice. I suppose it's to make his weapon even more powerful that what it already is?"

"Again, I don't know. But history says that people who lust after power are only satisfied by more power; they're never full." She looked at the raccoon and frowned at his arm. "Looks like someone stabbed you with something, perhaps that's how the poison got into your system?"

"Bentley kind of jammed the anti-venom into my arm, my first major reaction to the venom seemed to make me a little crazy," the raccoon said, rubbing his arm. He frowned; he had been rubbing his arm long before Bentley had put the needle into it. Maybe something did stab him, but what?

"A little crazy? He was a lunatic," said a soft, low voice next to him. Sly looked over and smiled. "Of course I don't think it was his fault."

"And whose fault was yours and your brother's running away into his bag, Gus?" Carmelita howled, turning her attention to her awakening brother. She narrowed her eyes and shook her long locks. "You two are in so much trouble when this is over, the laxative incident is going to pale in comparison to what I'm going to do to you two."

Sly nearly choked on his air. "Laxative incident?" Elisa told him what that was about, much to Carmelita's howling rage, and the master thief burst into laughter.

"See, we're not the only one's who tells her secrets," the boy said before he could stop himself.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Carmelita growled, looking at her little brother. He backed away, almost instinctively knowing where she was, though he could not see her.

A weak Sly smiled, "That's right," he coughed, suddenly finding hidden strength. "So I have a lot of libido, do I?" He couldn't see her, but the sound of her gasp, and a slam of hands on metal bars, heading toward his next door neighbor was all he needed to know how she had reacted to that.

"You little brat! You read my diary?" Her eyes were wide and brazen with death as she stared at her brother.

"It's not like yours was the only one," he whined, glaring evilly at where he thought Sly was. "Christian and I agree that it was kind of boring." This brought on another wave of pained laughter from Sly, who threw up in the toilet a few seconds later. "Elisa's was much more interesting," the boy said, and then realizing what he had done, huddled over his toilet, and shook.

"Oh you two are so dead," Elisa roared, rushing right beside her sister. "I'm going to tie the two of you down, skin you both alive, and then make the two of you sew your fur into fox skin coats!"

"Not if I get my hands on them first," Carmelita snarled. "And I won't be as nice as Elisa when I do." Her head snapped with irritation at the wheezing laughter of Sly, and hissed as he rolled on the ground.

"Don't be getting any ideas about that, Ringtail. It was a writing assignment, and the word libido was the best way I could think of using as an antonym for how I really think of you."

Sly would have said something else, but he could only lay there, tears in his eyes, his ribs aching, and the feeling of even more bile coming up. He panicked for a moment, he was looking up at the ceiling, if he threw up like this he'd suffocate. Using what strength he had, Sly flung himself belly down, and tossed his cookies, scowling as he laid nose first into the waste.

The humor of the previous minutes quickly died down as the taps of many legs echoed on the walls, and the crack of the whip could be heard in the air. "As amusing as that was to listen to," Nyoko purred, "I think we really should get the last bits of information from this smug little group," don't you think, Dr. Goren?" Lights flashed on and blinded them all.

"Yes, Nyoko, that should be most interesting." The hyena looked at the scorpion, how she stared with such humor at Sly. "What is wrong with him anyway?"

"Didn't you hear him, he was poisoned." She smiled, her whip swaying in the air.

"But how?"

"Stopping being dense," the ninja growled, glaring at the hyena. "Now let's just get down to business, shall we?"

When I do cliff hangers, I really do them I guess. Anyway, next chapter you'll see yet two more siblings of Carmelita, one of them being a certain black sheep of the family that supposedly does not want to have anything to do with the family. And also, Morgan Skye returns to the story, YAY! I want to try to write another chapter or two before I submit these, perhaps by October 30th. If not I hope you've enjoyed the story so far! By the way, has anyone figured out how Sly was poisoned? If not the answer comes to you in chapter 14, so keep you minds calculating, and keep you eyes open! And yes, the safeguards I mentioned in an early chapter are still there, so no cheating.