Lets just cut to the chase, why dont we?

Disclaimer: I own Mona, Gabby, hardware heaven, The paris Times, the Re kois hotel, AND Kromboslavia, a small piece of land in Russia.

Daddy spoils me :)

Location: The secret hideout

(It's so secret I dont even know)

When the thieves got home they crashed on the first thing they sat on; Bentley on the computer chair(despite his modem-installing), Sly on the sofa, and Murray, on the floor.

The next morning, as the turtle and hippo remained asleep, Sly stretched out and crept to his room. He entered his closet, knelt down on the floor and removed the floor board. Picking up the Thievius Raccoonus, he crept back downstairs for a reading.

"...I'll hope to see you again sometime...son."

Ahh, son. Only three people had ever called Sly son; his father, some slang-talking jewelry dealer, and his...mother. Now that he thought of it, Sly and his mother were very distant; or maybe just not as close as he and his father was. Physically, mommy was there for the for the hugs and kisses. Mentally, mommy stopped everything to talk if he needed to. Spiritually, mommy supported Sly with every desicion he made. Emotionally...

That's where she lacked.

It seemed that though his mother had done alot for him, there was always something missing.

He flipped about the pages. Theres nothing about mom here. No names, no mentions; dad doesn't even speak of her, Sly thought. He looked up, suddenly having a flashback of the time he overheard his father and his mother arguing.

"What do you want? I'm doing the best I can to be a mother for your son!" She had said.

His son? Sly blinked, confused.

Then the raccoon heard a yawn. A TURTLE yawn. Sly closed his book with a quickness. His train of thought had crashed.

Bentley yawned, snapped his teeth, and countlessly blinked before waving his finger conspicously at Sly.

"You were reading something." Bentley assumed.

"Oh no," Sly stressed, running his finger over the binding. "I was just about to have this for breakfast."

They laughed together.

"Since when do you read this early?" The turtle glanced at the clock that read 6:45.

"Since I just wanted to assure something. It's nothing really."

The two heard a sudden thump on the door.

"Newspaper's here."

----GABBY AND MONA----

"Look what I got!!" Gabriel held up the perfectly rolled up edition of The Paris Times from the room-servant. She placed the paper on the table and tightened the knot on her robe. Taking a seat across from Mona, she leaned her head on her hand, trying to read Mona's mind.

"What are you thinking?" She batted her eyelashes.

Mona closed her eyes, disturbed. "I'm thinking what I'm thinking." She took another sip of her coffee. She opened the first page of the newspaper to read aloud the headline in bold print.

----SLY----

PRICELESS GEM TO BE GUARDED BY WORLD-FAMOUS INSPECTOR

Sly felt a gleam in his eye. He smirked.

----GABBY AND MONA----

"BY FLORIE PERRIE"

"Hey, don't we know her?" Gabby looked into Mona's cup. No marshmellows, not hot chocolate.

"Yes, you-" Mona held her tongue. "She's the friend I paid to write the article, remember?"

"Right."

----SLY----

March 7,2005- The priceless gem, also preferred as La Vida Rubia, has just been placed in the hands of the museum owner, and has yet to be put on display. It will stay overnight with only the strictest of guards, for fear that Sly Cooper will find a way to get his paws on it.

Oh, Sly will find a way to get his paws on it. He and Bentley exchanged glances, then turned to read the paper.

Invited to the special exibit is the honorary Carmelita fox, whose family had been with interpol for three generations.

----GABBY AND MONA----

"There is no way that raccoon will be able to reach this gem," the Fox insures. "I will guard this with my life."

Mona looked at Gabby and Gabby looked at her and she looked at Gabby back.

"No she won't," They scoffed simutaneously.

"He'll probably just swoon her again-like he does most of the time-and then leave with the gem." Gabby laughed, unhearing of Mona banging her head on the table.

"Idiot." the raccoon scoffed.

"What do you mean?" Gabby whimpered.

"She won't be guarding it because you will."

"I'll what now?"

The raccoon didn't answer her question; instead she rose from the table. "-Which reminds me, I've got to go take care of business."

Gabby continued to stammer on, as she watched Mona enter the bedroom and back into the living room with an outfit change, into the bathroom and back to the coffee table.

"Look!" Mona slapped the paper on the table, impatient. "You just-just find something nice to wear." Her eyes softened at the sight of Gabby fliching. "You got some guard duty to do tonight." Mona said with a smile.

Gabby opened her mouth to talk. The rotwieler's eyes spoke for her. I do?

"Yes, Carmelita doesn't even know about the invitation. I'll go...reaquaint with an old friend, snag you and I a name in Interpol, and then you'll go find a way to..."

Mona raised her hand in front of her mouth and whispered the rest of the plan into Gabby's ear.

"Oooooh. That's wrong."

Mona needed to manipulate the dog. "I know it's wrong." Mona flicked her wrist, seemingly not caring. "But if you want to refuse having Sly..."

"No, no, I'll do it."

That's what Mona wanted to hear. She winked goodbye, and turned on her heel to the door.

Gabby spoke to Mona to wait.

----SLY----

After Murray joined the two at the kitchen table, Sly was about to turn the page when a pink folded-up note fell out.

He opened it. "Hmm," He smiled to his friends as if it were story-time. "A note."

Sly read to himself first. His eyes stopped at 'son'.My dearest son, His smile faded. I miss you immensely. I've been trying years to contact you with no luck. Why haven't you contacted me? Anyway, I'm very sorry about your father. Maybe if i were there, things wouldn't have happened the way they did. I wish things between he and I were different. I wish things between you and I were different. I'm sorry for making him lie to you.

-Mother

Woah. Sly stared into the paper with the neat cursive written on it for a good second, and then turned the note around. No name, no date.

Mother? But Mommy's dead.

Bentley adjusted his glasses. "Who is it from?"

Sly crumpled the paper into his fist.

"I don't know." He answered, but why did he have a feeling this note was indeed adressed to him?

----????-----

"And what's with that note?"

"We're gonna throw him off a little bit."

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Me: Hey Kelani

Kelani: Oh, the A's are back? I thought you got that letter-

Me: Don't worry about it. I managed to buy some on the black market.

Kelani: oh.

Gabby: running around like crazy NO MORE A'S????????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Me: Dmn tht dog