Yeesh, where are my pov's? and manners? I love you all, my fans!!!!

Location:

Interpol police station-same morning

"Now, where were we?" Mona cooed.

"We were discussing the reason you left interpol."

"We were not." Mona teased. She waved her hand in the air and stared into the chief's eyes, which made the chief turn unusually sweaty. There was an akward silence.

"What made you leave to Outerlake anyway?"

God damn. Someone get the violins. He was eating right out of her hands. Mona laughed to herself, picturing Stan kissing her feet.

"Well," She half-laughed, "I just felt that... France's crimes were too...bland"

"Bland? What makes you say that?" The chief closed his crossword puzzle book and straightened out his collar.

Mona lied. "Well, the crimes are so predictable; It's break-in this and robbery that. I needed something different, a real challenge."

"And thats what made you leave to the states."

No, what made me leave to the states was the mysterious death of my estranged husband. Mona looked up at the ceiling.

"Yes, but lucky for us, I've come back to Interpol with a change of heart-" She made a fist and poked her chest out.

Cheif Stan gulped. "And it's very good to hear that."

Mona then immediately turned her back to Stan to cover her mouth that was ready to burst. She inhaled throught her nose and turned back at Stan with a sugar-sweet expression.

"Its so. and I need a favor."

Oh no she didn't. "What kind of favor?"

"Chief Stan," Mona looked down at the carpet and kicked at the carpet, like a child making a confession. "I need you to write up a quick reccomendation for my niece."

"For your niece? I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Please," She folded her hands together against her chest. "She's an inspiring cop and she needs just one more," She leaned foward and piched her fingers. "...Itty bitty reccomendation to attend the academy she oh-so longs to go to."

Stan furred his mustache. "An academy?" He felt himself becoming hyponotized again. "I'm afraid even if I did write her a reccomendation she would have no use for it, you should know that only qualified officers can attend."

"Of course I do," Mona toyed with her fingers and avoided looking into the chief's eyes. "But she's on probation."

"Probation!?"

"Yes, you see, she was reduced to mall security for a crime she didn't commit."

The chief agreed then changed his mind. "Well, Mona, I dont know."

"Oh," Mona streesed. 'She's wonderful and deserving of this letter, really! Her view on justice and her ambition could surpass any of your officers."

"Really?"

Mona regained her calm composure. "Not that.. your officers are un-trained, Cheif Stan." And then she begged like a child, "Please, she could really use this, I've never seen her want anything more."

The chief was buttering up again. "Very well, if your neice has as much potiential as you say, then I believe you. Here you are."

Mona practically snatched the paper from his hands. "Thank you chief," She read over the paper, and she said matter-of-factly, "And oh- could you possibly give her a job, tonight?"

"Tonight?"

"Yes, she could take the place of Miss Fox, who seemed so unwilling to go..."

Oh yeah. Carmelita fox was just here. "You're right, here you are, tell Miss Fox she needn't go to the...whereever she didnt want to go."

Mona stressed, "Thank you so much Stan,"

"Sure, Mona." The chief gulped again, as he watched the woman of his dreams close the door from the other side.

back at carmelita's office...

The door slammed open. Kelani, who was on the sofa, flinched.

"The nerve of that woman!" Carmelita began to tell Kelani the explicit version of what had happened.

"Sounds like a looloo to me." Kelani confessed, her eyes following Inspector fox as she paced back and forth across the room and cursing in spanish.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a newspaper slid across carmelita's desk. "Fox." Mona snapped. "You're off the hook."

And the door closed again. Carmelita restrained from opening the door and plummeting the raccoon that coincidentally resembled Sly Cooper. Woah. Maybe it was paranoia, or a hunch.

Just maybe.

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Sly: Hey carmelita, can I ask you something?

Carmelita: Hmm?

Sly: If you felt really deeply about something , but were afraid to say it, would you say it anyway?

Carmelita:(blushing) Well i dont know sly, I think you should say whatever's in your heart-

Sly: Thanks Carm, now I won't feel so bad telling murray that he should clean up the bathroom after he showers. (leaves)

Carmelita:...