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I don't know what anyone thinks of this story yet. I've got no feed back, I wonder if this story is bad? I'm gonna have to get through the slow chapters before the action begins. Sorry if it seems so lame right now. It will get better. Just read this chapter, I think a lot of People will like it : D

Breaking the Ice

There was an uncomfortable silence between Bently and Carmelita, besides that things were going great. Carmelita was laughing and joking with Sly and Murry. It was strange at how quickly she adapted to her new life. She probably wanted some change and was ready to let loose when the opportunity presented itself. Carmelita showed her true colors, she was being herself.

Sly wanted Bently to talk a little more. " So Bent. How's that invention of yours coming along." Every one else was silent. They waited to hear any thing from the turtle.

Bently didn't trust Carmelita yet. After all, earlier that day she was one of Interpol's best. Bently felt Carmelita was just pulling them along on some plan of hers to catch them. He was very suspicious, but decided to talk about his new invention. "Its going fine. I have many kinks to work out. Five or six days left of work on it." And everyone talked and enjoyed themselves all night.

Ding, To-ck, Ding, Tick. The bell on the clock rang twelve a clock. Murry put the left overs away and Sly washed the dishes. Carmelita didn't know where she'd be sleeping that night so she stood and waited for Sly to tell her, she was a little nervous about asking such a question to him.

"We have an extra room." Sly told her. They walked out of the living room, and down the only hall. At the very end of it was a door. Sly twisted the knob. It gave off a squeak, the door knob was rusted. After forcing the old, unused door open Sly stood at the door way as Carmelita entered the room.

The young fox inspected the room. Fully furnished, a queen sized bed, and a feather comforter. Could it get any better than that? "Oh," Something hit her. She had no other clothes all her stuff was over at her apartment.

"The dresser, in case your wondering, has some clothing in it." Sly suggested to Carmelita. He watched how she was eyeing the bed.

"What." It was as if Sly could read her mind. Carmelita opened the dresser drawer and sure enough, there were a few night gowns. Carmelita picked one up.

"Good night." The raccoon told her while he closed the door.

Carmelita felt strange. "Night." She got dressed and laid in the bed. Carmelita didn't feel tired. She thought of many of that days events. It still bothered her how easily Murry had excepted her and Bently gave her the cold shoulder. Carmelita laid there for hours not being able to sleep at all. "That's it." She got out of bed and walked out to the kitchen. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Maybe a little milk..." She stopped. Bently was sitting at the table reading a book. He hasn't seen me yet. She tried to play it smooth. Carmelita welcomed her self to the fridge, she poured herself a glass of milk.

Bently looked up at her, he was still suspicious of her. He went back to reading his book acting as if she wasn't in the same room as him.

Carmelita decided to get it over with. She sat down in the seat opposite of the turtle. "What book are you reading?" She asked trying to be friendly.

Bently wasn't expecting that. He played along. "Its an instruction guide on the spark bomb I'm making." He hoped she'd go back to her room after he answered her.

Carmelita became interested. "So your the brains of this outfit? That sounds like its a tough job." She had just complimented him.

Bently almost fell out of his seat. "Not really, Murry the muscle slash get away driver, and Sly's the field guy. I had to offer some thing." The ice was cracking.

She could still feel he had some thing against her. "Look Bently, it is Bently right?" The turtle nodded. "I am not here to infiltrate your gang and bring you down." Bently was looking pretty scared. "I'm here because of Sly." Things were coming out. "I like him, okay. I may have tried to throw him and you in jail, but yesterday I figured some thing out." This was so unlike Carmelita, saying her true feelings. She had changed a lot in a few short hours. Mostly because she wasn't afraid at being her self any more. "I was lying to my self. I am, or was a fourth generation cop and you know what? I was only filling the expectations of others, not living my dreams, not be the real me. The person your pals Sly and Murry know who I am. So why can't you except me?" Carmelita went off like a fire cracker.

Bently was completely stunned. "Then what are your dreams inspector?" Bently was convinced, she wasn't there to arrest them.

"I...I never thought about that." She put the glass of milk down. "I spent so much time being what others wanted be to be I lost sight of my goals." Carmelita thought back to when she was a child. Trying to remember her hopes and dreams. "An artist." She remembered all the pictures she would draw. Carmelita was a great drawer. She had an amazing knack for good detail.

Bently listened and came up with a preposition. "If you would like Miss fox," Carmelita looked up at him. "We are in need of some one to draw blueprints for us. You could make sketches from Sly's recon photo's." The ice was melting.

She thought about things for a bit. "I don't know. I need more time before I am at that level." She was referring to helping thieves.

Bently understood. "Well if you change your mind, the offer is always there." Carmelita felt better.

"Thanks." She said in a soft voice. "Are we good now?" She asked Bently. Really wanting his acceptance.

Bently thought about it. "Yeah, were good." The ice was a puddle of water.

"Thanks." Carmelita got out of her chair and went back to bed. She was able to fall asleep now that most of her thoughts were in order.

Review time. I see on my stats page that this story has some hits, but I have no reviews. I really would like to know what people who read this story thinks. Please enjoy this story. Chapter 3 Thief in Training, will be up next week. By the way, I now have my spell check working so no more grammar or spelling mistakes : D