Sorry guys, now that i've posted this chapter up, did ya guess the change? that's right! i like totally forgot the fiendish five killed both of sly's parents (though he does make the bigger deal about his daddy)! anyway, i like to keep my stories as true to the original plot as possible, so i couldn't make some woman appear out of nowhere claiming to be his mommy! i hope the changes aren't that bad, i like the first drafts too, but what had to be done had to be done, cause then i couldn't sleep knowing i had overlooked such a big detail!

i hope you guys still love me!

-cristina

In the security room...

"Idiots seem to want to take their good sweet time." Mona whined through clenched teeth. She had triggered the silent alarm centuries ago. The thieves idled through the museum as tourists would through a new city. The cops drove their cars as though they were floats in a parade. Mona brushed aside her bangs.

The seconds passed like hours.

Finally the impatient raccoon caught the sight of blaring cop cars rounding the corner and she smiled.

Mona's moment of triumpth was disturbed by the first guard that shrieked like a girl before.

"Uhhhh, lady?" The guard who was rather heavyset spoke from behind the closed locker door. "I gotta use the toilet. Do you think you can-"

Mona spun around in her chair and spoke to the locker. "Shut Up!"

"But Ms.Lady-"

She got up and forced a knife through one the locker slots. The heavyset guard back slammed onto the back of the locker. He whimpered.

"Shut.Up." Mona repeated. She wiggled the handle and slid the blade from out the locker slot and threw it carelessly on the floor. Slamming her hands onto the desk, she moved her left hand and lightly drummed her fingers over the keyboard.

At the museum...

What a boring break-in. The newspaper said Carmelita would be here. Sly stopped in his tracks.

"Uh, I'm going to backtrack this way, Bentley." Sly said, pointing behind himself.

"Why? We didn't miss anything." Bently asked Sly in a suspicious tone that let Sly know that Bentley knew exactly what he was up to. He tried not to smile.

Sly began to run the other direction. "Uh, I'll snag us some extra loot and catch you at the van!"

In the security room...

When the cops and the blips were exactly where she wanted, Mona pressed a key that triggered the museum alarm.

At the museum...

When the museum's alarms blared to life, the thieves turned their heads around instinctly.

"Make that back at the house!" Bently yelled.

"House it is!" Sly sprinted foward.

Murray said simply, "Shouldn't we go too?"

"Sly can handle himself; come on, let's get out of here!"

Somewhere in the museum...

Gabby akwardly uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again.

"Shouldn't I... be getting out of here? Sly's most likely gone now, why would he stay and look for me?

"I told you, he won't be looking for you, he'll be looking for Inspector fox."

He's going to be pretty dissapointed when he finds me instead. If he does even show up. Gabby rubbed the nail file against her nails forcibly.

"Well, this annoying alarm is making it harder for me to just sit here."

Gabby heard Mona sigh. Then she heard keyboard tapping, and then the alarm silenced.

"There. Happy?"

"How did you do that? Where are you?"

Mona watched the slow thieves and even slower officers run throught the museum. She scowled. "Don't worry about it."

Gabby scoffed.

"I'm serious. Stay where you are. If you leave that table, you won't be able to get him with the-"

At the museum...

Sly Cooper glanced down into a room from the raftors. "Carmelita..."

Somewhere in the museum...

"Why do I need that thing anyway?"

"I'll tell you later."

"How do you know Sly Cooper won't knock me out the way thieves do to unexpected guards?"

"You should know he wont do that."

"I don't care! Time has passed, People change!" Gabby gasped.

Gabby inhaled a nervous breath and Gabby sighed.

"If I hear a loud thud and the line goes dead, I'll call 911."

Gabby was shocked to bits. She snatched her bag. and sat up. "Okay, now im going."

She then immediately obeyed Mona's command to sit.

"Sly Cooper is on his way there." Mona growled.

"How do you know that? Where are you?"

Mona continued to ignore the questions of a very insecure and ignorant Gabby and squinted at a screen. "The gem has a device on it."

"What? The gem has a device on it? How do you know this? How'd you get a device on Sly?"

Mona leaned her head on her fingers and rubbed her temples. Please, Gabby. Stop asking questions. For the sake of everyone, for the sake of your and everyone else's life; For once just shut up and do as you're told like a good little girl. How hard is that?

Mona exhaled. She closed her eyes.

"I dont have one on Sly, that's what the needle is for."

"A tracking...serum?"

"Exactly."

"Aha! So how'd you know-"

"Shut up he's in the room!"

Gabby squealed. She called out to Mona.

"What do you mean?!"

"He's on top of you!"

"Mona don't leave me alone-"

But she had already hung up.

At that moment a shadowy masculine figure holding a cane landed with a thud just eight feet from where Gabby was sitting.

She gasped.

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She walked toward him, her dress billowing in the wind -not a calm and predictable billow like the sea, but more like the billowing of a mildewed shower curtain in a cheap motel where one has to dance around to avoid touching it while trying to rinse off soap.

--------but seriously, i was reading this story on called All's fair, gosh it was so great. anyway, i went looking for it because it had been years since i read it, and then i didn't find it, so i checked out the profile of the author. she had written on her profile that she had deleted all her stories because they were junk and that's she was going to leave the site-coward- and it was surely heartbreaking, because she was my idol and the reason i had started writing here! anyway, if you're reading this and you know who i'm talking about, noalyn aka vanished paradigm i think it is and if and only if you have any way of telling me where i can get her stories YOU MUST LET ME KNOW! ANY WAY YOU CAN GET ME HER STORIES LET. ME. KNOW. BECAUSE I MUST READ THEM! thank you.-----------