Disclaimer: I do not own Sly Cooper or any other character from the Sly Cooper games. The only characters I own are Cedric, Hugo, and any other OCs I throw in to the mix.

Author's note: Thank you for all your great reviews, as this is my first fic, I appreciate any and all suggestions EXCEPT FLAMES.

Old Friends, New Friends, and a Girl

Across the world in America, a pretty vixen was walking into the night. She had reddish-brown fur and light brown hair which fell past her shoulders. Cedric, Hugo, what have you gotten yourselves into this time? she thought. Pulling out her cell phone she placed a call to an old friend.

"Hey Julie, it's me, Grace."

"You're calling me at three in the morning, what's up?" came a sleepy but distinctly feminine voice from the speaker.

"It's our two friends again."

"Oh good, I've been getting fat and lazy waiting for something to happen. What is it this time?"

"Apparently, Wainwright tried to have two people killed and our friends helped them."

"They're so charitable, it'll get them killed. Who pulled the lucky number this time?"

"Master Thief Sly Cooper and Interpol Inspector Carmelita Montoya Fox."

"Ah, some high rollers."

"Yeah, Cedric asked me to ask if you've got the American hideout set up."

"Isn't it always? By the way, it's hell down here in Vegas. I can't walk down the street without seeing one of Kruger's men."

"That could be a problem. Is it true that Mugshot's down there too.?"

"Yeah. So what's your job Grace?"

"Crowd control. Someone has to make sure those two keep their heads down."

"True enough. Nice talking to ya Grace. Seeya soon."

Grace hung up. Jumping into her car, an Audi A3, she thought I wonder how much a plane flight to Japan from D.C. costs these days? What ever it is, Cedric's paying!

Meanwhile, in Paris; Cedric had woken up and was rummaging through the fridge. Grabbing eight eggs and four slices of bacon, he began to make breakfast. In one frying pan, he began to scramble the eggs while frying the bacon. After the food was done, he slid the food onto the plates and laid them at the places on the tables. He went over to Hugo's room and knocked.

"What?" came Hugo's usual growl.

"Food's getting cold."

"Coming," grumbled Hugo.

Going to Sly's and Carmelita's rooms to wake them up he found Sly walking down the hall towards the main room, already dressed and ready. Cedric walked over towards Carmelita's room not knowing that she was even less of a morning person than Hugo. Knocking, he said "Breakfast."

"Go away," came the muffled voice from inside the room.

"You don't know this, but all the beds come with an alarm. It rings once and then waits for you to hit the button on the wall across the room. If you don't hit it in three minutes, the fight side of the bed rises, dumping you on the floor. If you don't want a really rude awakening and cold food, I suggest you get up now."

"When I have you behind bars, I'm going to wake you up at all hours of the night!"

"You'd have to catch me first and if you run as quickly as you get up, you'd be miles behind me in minutes."

"Point taken, go away."

Cedric walked down the hall back to his breakfast. Four minutes later, Carmelita joined them.

"So, what are we going to do first?" asked Sly.

"We need to get the old gang back together. We should probably start with Bentley and Penelope as they are still together. Currently, they are in Japan for a scientific conference of some kind under the disguise of Jack and Amela Brown," said Cedric.

"Don't tell me I missed the..." objected Sly.

"It's just their disguise, they're not married, yet. However, our plane leaves in six hours so you better get ready."

After picking up a few choice items from Sly's and Carmelita's apartments, they entered the airport in disguise. Cedric was dressed like a secret service agent, Hugo like a french artist, complete with beret, and Sly and Carmelita as business executives. As the plane took off, Sly thought It's gonna be good to see you Bentley, I'm coming.