-1Hi all. Like I always say, tell me how I can improve it. So on to the story.

"So Sly, take it away."

"What do I get in return?"

"This totally realistic Carmelita doll."

"Oh boy. He does not own any us," Sly jumps near the doll. As he puts his hand near the doll's but, it slaps him. "I thought you said it was realistic?"

"Duh. Any girl will slap a guy trying to touch her ass."

"You're a very mean boy."

"Shut up and say it."

Sly remains quite.

"I deal with you later."

Disclaimer: don't own it. But when world becomes mine, then it will

Ps I know Alcatraz is gone, but I made it up 'n' running in story

Prison was like high school. Only worse. The plane trip was short, but all the guards were making Sly nervous. Also the fact that more than half were insulting him as much as Scott did. And they had guns pointed on him. They kept on jumping when he moved a muscle. He gave them a look when he had to go the bathroom. When he tired to tell the guy he was chained to that he to go, they all jumped and had guns pointed towards him. Sly got somewhat pissed. He was over a large body of water, he couldn't swim or survive a fall from that high. And how was he suppose to escape from a bathroom? After they landed , they put very tight ones handcuffs on his arms and legs. To top it off, they decide it was that it was necessary for him to have a muzzle on. It took Sly a lot of restraint to not say anything. Even worse, since they didn't want anyone to get him and free him, they landed far from San Francisco and put him a freakin' bus with helicopters and cars that were heavily load with weapons. After a two hour drive they where finally in San fran. Then they order him to get out with guns pointed at him if he tried to run. Where could he go? He was on the freaking pier with water on his right, water in front of him, water on his left and a whole army of police behind him. He was shoved on boat with other boats near the on Sly was on so if he thought to make a break for it and somehow manage to learn to swim in three seconds and learn how swim so fast to escape boat filled with cops and expert boats men in one second, Sly didn't think he would escape. But there were still cops with guns pointed at him and he was still chained up. At least they taken of the damn muzzle of him. But he was still pissed off. He was dropped on the island. He walked off the damn boat with guards pushing him toward the front office of the world's greatest prison ever made. The guards didn't seem so worried about him escaping right now. After all, this was Alcatraz, the toughest prison in the world. After being checked 'in' and given the 'proper gear', he was shown to his cell. Surprising, this cell was on the ground level, not one of the cells in the infamous underground dungeon levels. He did have a bared window, but had a straight drop down to the ocean with no way to climb anywhere else. There was double bed and on the other side was a sink and the toilet. The once great thief let out a sad sigh. Life was over the Cooper name.

"Hey there, who are you?" A voice came from behind. He could tell the guy would be fat, pathetic and disturbing gross. He got it right on all three calls. Sly turned to see a fat, middle-age, pathetic wheezing bulldog in orange. Yet why he was here, Sly had no clue. "I guess you're my new roommate. Name is Toner Routfield."

"Ok." Sly was trying to figure where he had heard that name.

"So what's your name kid?"

It took Sly five seconds to answerer, "Sly Cooper."

"The Sly Cooper? As in the Sly Cooper master thief?" Sly nodded, "I'm too fat to follow your steps. And you know that everyone must find there own path. Mine was children."

"Wait. Oh gawd," Sly knew who exactly he was. This guy was one of the worlds biggest child molester. "You were inspired by me?!"

"Yep," He held out his paw as if he wanted to shake his paw. "Ok, then lets go then."

"Go where?"

"Lunch time." Sly saw that all the barred doors were opened and many mass killers and rapist where moving in one direction. As he was walking, a horrible thought went through him. 'How many did h inspire to do what they did?'. That thought sent a chill down his spine. Eventually the duo hit the lunchroom. There were hundreds of tables placed out with hundreds of criminals already sitting down and eating. The guards were on beams patrolling the area. They had some guarding the stairway. Sly saw the automated lunch dispenser. Sly waited his turn and finally got his food when suddenly his feet were off the ground.

"Look who's here. The damn rat that got me locked up. Lets see how he likes being in a box." The voice was unmistakable. Muggshot. Said animal was holding Sly by the tail. He shoved the raccoon through the dispenser face-first. Thanks to his lanky body, his whole body fitted right in. Then Muggshot shoved a tray to block him in. It took Sly two minutes to get out. By then, Muggshot was surround by fellow inmates laughing at Sly. Sly jumped on his unprotected back and started to punch his head in from behind him. Needless to say, five seconds later a masses riot broke out. Five minutes later Sly was in cell. He had his first meeting with the warden. He saw out of the corner of his eye some guards passing money around. Sly sighed heavily. He was in prison. He was joke to people, they were betting on him. He was disgusted by the people around him. He was more ashamed to be a thief then ever before.

Six months later.

Sly was hopeful once in a long time. He managed to have a possible bail hearing. He was dressed in a suit and tie. He still had a army of guards, S.W.A.T, FBI and who knows else right beside him. Sly didn't care. He walked in the court with his head up. He saw television camera, reporters and a lot of Sly fans. But they lost any importance because he saw the only thing he cared about. Carmelita. Before he could say a thing, the court was called in. It was the same judge from before.

"Mr Cooper, we are called to hear your bail plea. How do you decide to go about this?"

"Sorry your honour, but I have something different," Before anyone could say something he continued, "I will give all information on every crime lord, mafia leader. I will allow my family moves to be teach. You can move to the deepest part of Alcatraz so I will have no change of ever escaping," Sly took a breath. "The person who I committed my crime to will get all my family money. The legal money, of course. I just want one thing. I would like to have a letter each year telling me about the soon-to-be mother child."

Needless to say everyone was not expecting that one. Tons were jaw-dropped. Carmelita was crying. Zuri Nthanda looked at him wit such respect.

"Mr Cooper, I do not know about your offer. My collages, will discuse it and give you an answer as soon as possible." As soon as she that, Carmelita went into labour. Carmelita was taken to the San Fran hospital, but before she left, she looked at Sly that showed so much gratitude and happiness. Sly allowed himself to be taken back.

Later at Alcatraz.

Sly was walking the entrance when he was called to a phone. Sly picked it up to hear Carmelita crying voice. What she said made his offer at court pointless. Sly's knees gave out, tears falling down his face. The baby had die right before birth. Carmelita just asked one thing, did he really mean everything? Would he do that for her and the kid? He said the truth. Yes.

So Sly and Carmelita are pulled closer and closer. What can this mean in four years and three months? Find out next time, same fanfic website, same fanfic story.