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The young vixen of twenty years marched to the kitchen and started to make some breakfast. She was going to make some coffee, but she saw that her brother had a pot already made. Getting her mug down and placing a couple of bread into the toster.

While she was waiting for bread to become toast, she sat down and started to read the newspaper that her brother had left a mess.

"Damnit Sly, I told you not leave the paper a mess!" She yelled out.

"Sorry sis!" Sly called out. "Want me to leave it on?"

"Nope!" She yelled back, looking at the top section. It was apartment listing: apparently Sly was still trying to find a place besides her place to live. It was full of circles, and she had to admit, a lot of them did sound good.

"Ok!" Sly shouted back, and she heard both the water stop and then the toaster ding. Turning around, she turned off the toaster and pulled out her breakfast. "Put something on it Carmelita. I don't need mom complaining that you aren't eating again." She turned her head to see Sly in his bathrobe before he walk back to his room to change.

"Tell mom I am a grown woman and my meal habits are not of her concern." None the less, she pulled out the jam from the fridge and started to spread it on her toast. She finished her spreading and sat down to eat her meal.

"Well, when she calls to check-wait, meal habits?" He sounded amused. "What is that, my dear sister?"

"You know what I mean Sly!" She shouted back his nickname, something even their parents did. The few times she heard their parents say Sylvester could be counted on both her paws.

"Sure sis!" He yelled back. "Go enjoy your eating-"

"Hey, keep it down damnit!" A banging on the door caused Carmelita to jump up, hitting her knees on the table. Swearing under her breath, she raced to the door. Unlocking the door, she looked down in the face of her angry mouse landlord. He was also dressed in a bathrobe, but unlike hers, it was stained and smelled very unclean.

"Sorry about that, I-" She was cut off as the tiny mouse started to rip into her.

"Look, I don't care what you two do in bed, but keep it down! I'm trying-"

"What?" Sly appeared, half dressed with his top in his paws. "First off, that's totally gross! She's my sister!" The young nineteen year old raccoon made a disgusted face. "Also, I am really sorry about the noise sir." Sly tucked his shirt under his arm and shook the man's outreached hand. "I promise I will try to keep it down to a quiet level in morning. Carmelita, don't you agree?" Carmelita, like the landlord, was taken by surprise. She took a double take that Sly was glad for. "Good, we all agree. Have a good day sir!" He then closed the door after pushing the mouse back and then went over to the table.

Carmelita looked at her brother. Even though he was a respected Constable of Interpol, he did these …things that made her worry. It wasn't something he did very often –she believed that he didn't know he did it half the time-, but it reminded her that her little brother wasn't really her brother, but adopted brother. And he did come from a long line of-

"Sis, are you alright?" Sly asked with his brown eyes worried. He had his blue shirt on and was straightening it out. Her brother did love the color blue as it did looked very good on him. If he wasn't her brother, she'd-No, he was her brother!

"Oh yes Sly. I'm fine." She said, going back to the table. "I just wish you didn't do that." Sly gave her a confused look, but brushed over it. He then started to look at the housing section again.

Carmelita grabbed the paper after sitting back down. Before she could start to read, Sly stood back up dropping the paper.

"Sorry my dear sister- say is that the time?" Sly was speaking quickly, a sign he was hiding something. He was walking to the door when Carmelita spoke up.

"Sly, why is the headline saying that you broke up a criminal smuggling ring?" Carmelita arched an eyebrow as she stared at the paper. Even though she was looking down, she was sure that Sly was sweating buckets.

"Um, because I did Carmelita?" Sly answered, slipping on his boots. They did go well with his grey pants, after much persuading from Carmelita and their mother to buy the boots. "Well, I'm off-"

"By Inspector Sylvester C. Fox?" She asked calmly, looking up at the blushing raccoon. "Care to explain?"

"Well, you see," Sly tried to explain, but was cut off when she gave him a big hug and a shout of glee.

"Why didn't you tell me you got promoted!" She said with a grin, holding her brother.

"Well, I was going to surprise you today at work, and-"

"Bull." She pushed her brother away, and looked at him with an amused look.

"Oh come on Carmelita, it's not that big a deal." Sly shrugged, and reached for his house keys that were on the bar.

"Not that big a deal? Sly, you got promoted! It's wonderful!" She moved around and was leaning against the door, preventing him from leaving. Carmelita loved to tease her little brother, he could be so silly at times. "You get to do more serious cases now and-"

"Of course, I won't get-" Sly muttered darkly, looking away.

"Sylvester Cooper Fox, do not start that." She glared at her brother, her fur bristling. "You know that Interpol is doing their very best trying to find them!" Sly knew she was angry, as she used his full name. It didn't have the same effect when his dad -or especially his mom- did it, but it did have some effect.

"Yah, I do know that Interpol has the best and brightest going after them, but I should be allowed to at least to look at the possible suspects!" Sly grumbled, looking at his sister.

"Sly, you didn't remember anything when you were eight, and I doubt that you would remember anything now." She sighed sadly, knowing that the mood for the day was ruined.

"Who knows, there might be a piece of-"

"Sly, stop." Carmelita placed a paw on his shoulder and looked at him in the eye. "You know that as well as I do that it is not true."

"Yah, I know." He sighed, and scratched his head. He seemed to perk up, and looked around. "Now where is my hat?"

Carmelita turned her head, and spied it on the key rack.

"How many times have I told you not to leave it on the key rack Sly?" She twirled it on her index finger before Sly snatched it away.

"Yes mom, sorry mom." He grinned, dropping it between his ears.

"Oh you didn't call me mom buster!" She gave a mock glare before Sly managed to slip out before sticking out his tongue at her.

This, this fells good to me. No catchphrase this time.