A/N: Sorry this took so long, I hope you guys like it so far, I'm working on chapter 5 as we speak. Enjoy and review.


Once the mask was removed, the Raccoon eyed her with nervousness and was ready took take whatever verbal assault she was going to hand him.

"It's me…Sly."

However, Carmelita looked at him perplexed and began to rub her temple.

"I don't understand...what's going on?"

Now, it was Sly's turn to be confused as he started to scratch his ear.

"Carmelita, umm it's me Sly, you know Sly Cooper?"

"Sly Cooper? Who are you? Is this some kind of joke?" She was started to get irritated as she was really not understanding what was happening.

Sly was stared at her with such disbelief. What was going on with Carmelita?

"This is not a joke Inspector. It's me Sly, the thief. The very one that you're always chasing after but can never quite catch me." He smirked at that last part.

Again, the vixen didn't even have a clue and started to use both hands to rub her temple again. She felt as if she was in the twilight zone. Also at the moment, she couldn't find the button to call the nurse.

However, she decided to calmly work the situation out and if push came to shove, she had enough strengthen to fight back.

"Thief…Inspector…I don't even know what the hell you're going on about. As far as I'm concerned, I have never met you."

When the Raccoon heard those words his face dropped and then gasped.

"Inspector?" She giggled at the thought to where it almost hurt her ribs. "I haven't finished training yet."

"What?" Was all Sly could other after having his mind blown away from this bizarre revelation.

The vixen's laughter ceased as a few minutes passed.

"Look, I don't know what's going on. Maybe you have me confused with someone else."

"But Carmelita…I don't…"

"Look," She put her hands up in the air sternly. "I'm actually gonna be nice and not call for someone to escort you out of here if you leave my room immediately."

Sly simply was dumbfounded and in defeat, he turned away and dragged himself out of the room in despair.

Carmelita just stared off into space trying to process what she just went through for the next hour. She didn't know whether to feel angry or petrify out by the strange Raccoon and his convincing her of knowing him and of all things being an inspector. How ridiculous was that?

"Inspector? That guy must be loco…he was kind of cute but I hope I never run into him again." She reached for the remote control and turned on the T.V. to ease her worries.


The Cooper gang was at their hideout, which was a house in the outskirts of town. There were very few houses near them, the closest one was a twenty-minute walk from their place. But, it was for the best, obviously they didn't need anyone knowing they lived there.

Sly was meticulously cleaning his cane and after he was done he carefully placed it in the corner.

For the last two days, he had been moping around in the house, mostly in his room, after his encounter with Carmelita at the hospital.

It was a very rude-awakening for him knowing that she didn't remember him or even being an inspector. He understood she may have had some form of amnesia but how sever was it?

It was a good time to ask Bentley about this since he had yet to tell the turtle or the hippo about his trip. He needed to, it was annoying him to no end. What would her life be like if she never regained her memories of her occupation or Sly being her main target? What would that mean for him? Would that mean she'd become more hell-bent on capturing him or what?

The Raccoon sighed and thought about taking a shower. He needed one right away. He smelled like a person who sweated all the water out of their body after running a marathon.

"Shower, then talk with Bentley." He thought when making his way to the bathroom.