okay, okay people, since SO many people are asking me when will and why wont I continue, I will!!

The show must go on!!

oh yeah, and I am considering keeping the POV changes, cause thats my original style.

location: Somewhere in paris,

dont ask me where

"Hello, Bette? you won't believe who I bumped into..."

"Yes, him."

"No lie."

"I know."

"What? okay I'll buy you something."

She confirmed the person's wish, then ended the call with a reluctant 'i love you too'. Then, as she dialed a new number, she mumbled. "Ok that was mom, now i need to call Gabby."

"Hello Gabby?"

"Gabby?"

"Gabriel!!"

There was a response from a very girl-ish voice. Well, more of a grown woman trying to sound girlish. Mona told Gabby of her trip to Paris, the food, the places, AND how she had bumped into her only son, who she had not seen in ages.

The voice on the line asked if she was sure. She was.

The voice exclaimed, "Oh!! Sly Cooper, and just how is he??"

Mona struggled to say something. She sighed as she walked down the avenue, becoming the sudden object of attention to every streetrat lurking in the dark alleys. As the raccoon neared civilization, or better yet, a block with street lamps and lively looking people, she whispered,

"...He's a spitting image of Sam..."

Gabby yelled into the reciever, making Mona pulled away from her phone. "SAM??!! SAM??!! WHAT DO WE CARE ABOUT HIM? HE'S DEAD, DEAD DEAD, D-E-A-D DEAD, ANCIENT HISTORY!!"

Mona figured that as a snap back to reality.

"You're right...he is."

Gabby asked pleaseantly, "So, now what are we gonna do?"

"Not sure yet. I mean, it's been forever, we still need to find out more information. Things have changed, Gabriel."

"Okay, See ya back at the hotel."

"Yeah bye."

Okay, this was weird. Since when did Mona, the ice queen, the Black-hole-for-a-heart, the unemotional woman, feel grief? There was no one and nothing to feel sorry for. Things happen, people die, life goes on. And she knew this, so why was she wiping away a tear?

----SLY----

The bell on the door made it clear that Bentley and Murray were done buying whatever thay were buying, and as they watched that oh-so-mystyerious figure step around the corner, they looked at Sly in interest. Murray elbowed Sly playfully on the shoulder, but it felt like more of a hard shove.

"We leave you out here for a minute, and youre flirting like crazy."

"Who was that woman?" Bentley rubbed his chin, suspicious as usual.

Sly rubbed his shoulder from the pain, but at the same time pretended to rub it just to play around, as Murray was. He forced a smile.

"She's just some weird tourist looking for someone."

"Who?"

" For some reason..." Sly looked down at Bentley, then at the van, realizing that meeting was just a little too strange. Sly was famous, he was world-reknowned, he was a master thief. Now, what would an everyday 'ordinary' tourist be doing looking for a criminal?

"...Me."

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Yah, I agree, its short, but worth the wait, no?