A giant storm had come in the day before I was able to back to work. Just perfect. I could already tell this wasn't going to bode well. My boredom was beyond humanly possible for the past two months. That should already tell you something. Apparently things hadn't been very busy at Interpol either. I suppose Sly Cooper had taken a break after my embarrassment from last time. Geez… I would never be able to let that down…

There was a knock at the door. "Anya, it's Kaylita. Can I come in?"

"It's open!" I called.

Kaylita had given me occasional visits while I've been gone on my probation. Each time she had found me on my perch by the window. This time was no different.

"Watching the rain are we?" She teased.

I stayed silent. I watched the rain as it poured into the streets.

"I hope you're ready to go back to work," Kaylita said cheerfully. "Carm was looking for someone to talk to today. That, and she hasn't heard the full report on what happened at the museum a while back. She heard part of it from me but you were the victim of it all."

"I see…" I murmured. "Look, Kaylita, I don't mean to be rude. I should be resting up for tomor-" I heard police sirens from down the street.

"Kaylita, this is Carmelita, do you read?"

Kaylita picked up the radio. "This is Kaylita. What's up?"

"Cooper is back. We need you right away."

"Right. I'll be right there." She attached the radio to her belt. "Sorry, Annika. I'll see you later." She rushed out the door in seconds.

As for me, I just sat there watching the rain. Just then, I saw a shadow hop by. And then there was a tapping at the other side of my window. I walked over and found Sly Cooper hanging onto the latch of the window. He unlocked it and let himself in then closed it behind him. He was sopping wet from the storm.

"What do you think you're doing? You're going to get me in more trouble. Get out!"

"You'd really just shove someone out like that? Besides, they lost my trail halfway down the street. There's no way that they would suspect me being here."

"Who do you think you are? I told you to get out!"

He shoved me onto my bed and pinned me there. I tried to fight him off of me.

"Let go Cooper! You have no right to come into my home and hide out! Get away from me!"

"May I remind you that you still owe me from two months ago," he replied calmly. "I practically saved your life."

"And then you embarrassed me! You made me feel like an idiot! You toyed with me!"

"I won't argue with that."

I stopped squirming. The look in his eyes… it was so calm. He got up from the bed and sneezed. He must've been freezing from how wet he was. I sighed and got up.

"Here," I said as I took off his hat. "Let me help." I went into the closet and got a towel. I found some clothes that would fit him as well. "Go change into these. I'm pretty sure they'll fit since they're men's clothing."

He seemed kind of confused. I finally had to shove him into another room so he could change. Moments later, he came out of the room. I got his wet clothes and threw them into the dryer.

"If I may ask," he said with a toothy grin, "why do you have men's clothes?"

"Why does that even matter?"

He started to look around.

"What now?"

"Where did you put my cane?"

"It's on the bed. Why?"

"Just making sure…"

There was a long silence. I had no idea what to say. He just showed up out of nowhere and I am taking care of him. What am I thinking? I'm helping out a thief that I'm supposed to arrest!

"So… Uh… Do you want something to drink or eat?"

He sneezed again then laughed. "Something warm would be nice."

"Do you like hot cocoa?"

He nodded. I got to work on heating the milk and putting in the cocoa mix. I handed him a coffee cup.

"Thanks." He blew at it a little then took a sip. "How do I know that you won't arrest me or call Carmelita on me? You're still part of Interpol, after all."

"True. But you forget, I'm on probation. That, and like you said before, I owe you from two months ago. Therefore, I can't do anything to arrest you or try to turn you in."

I blew at my own hot cocoa and sipped from it.

"You still haven't answered my question."

"About the clothes?" I smiled. "They're much more comfortable to walk around the house in seeing how they're twice my size."

He chuckled a little but it faded quickly. "Is that the actual story?"

"Not really…" I murmured. He looked at me.

"Then why?"

I sighed and looked out the window again. "They're a reminder, in a way."

"A reminder?"

I nodded. "Sort of… They remind me of why I'm still here and why… I even became a cop in the first place…"

He looked at me in a way that… Somehow he knew I was thinking about old memories.

"I didn't mean to pry…" He said. "I was just asking."

"Well, since you asked… See, my parents died in a car crash when I was little. I was never put in an orphanage. Instead, I was thrown into the streets of New York. You could imagine how I felt; hungry, alone, cold, afraid… I would even have to run from the cops because of how many street sweeps they did. But one night… I was caught by one of the policemen. I was so scared that I didn't even fight him. He was quite surprised to see someone so young on the street. He couldn't turn me in. He didn't have any children of his own and had never had a family before so, he adopted me. His name was Tyga."

I paused for a moment to sip at my cocoa.

"For a while, Tyga had to dress me up in boys' clothing to make sure he wouldn't get in trouble. Kind of like the ones I'm wearing. As I grew older, it got harder to conceal it." I laughed. "So, Tyga took it upon himself to teach me how to become part of the police. I even went to school for criminal justice. In all honesty… It didn't feel quite right. Even so, I went through with it. I had become so good with it that I was automatically recommended into the force. It was quite a shock for everyone. But, I enjoyed it and that's all that mattered."

I drank more of my cocoa until it was empty. Then I took my cup into the kitchen to put in the sink.

"What ever happened to him?" Sly asked solemnly.