"Inspector," a voice called. Carmelita looked up from her desk. "There has been a spotting of Sly Cooper."
"Excellent, where?" She got up from her desk and followed Winthrop to a screen. He pulled up security footage of Sly Cooper entering a jewelry store.
"I knew he was the culprit. And he's going through the front door, that arrogant jerk. Send me the coordinates, I'll go get him." She rushed down to the jewelry store and skidded to a stop in front. She hopped out of the car and made her way to the front doors, not even bothering to wait for backup.
"I've got you now," she muttered as she drew her shock pistol. She bounded through the front door, holding her pistol steadily in front of her.
"Freeze," she shouted.
"Speak of the devil," Sly said, not even looking up from a paper he seemed to be filling out. The cashier looked from Sly to Carmelita, with a concerned expression.
"Is this the girl you were telling me about?" she asked nervously, eyeing the pistol.
Sly nodded, "the same." He grinned at the pistol that was in Carmelita's shocked hands. "I told you that she hated me," he said to the cashier.
"What is going on?" Carmelita asked not having expected the scene in front of her. "Ma'am is he holding you captive?"
The cashier chuckled, "captive? Heavens no, we were just going over his job application."
"Job applica…" Carmelita shook her head. "Don't listen to him lady, whatever he told you is a lie."
"Carmelita, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to stop you from robbing this store. You're coming back to the station with me."
"I'm not stealing anything, but I'll go to the station with you quietly." He got up and said his goodbye to the woman at the counter. Carmelita watched in silent shock as Sly casually walked towards her. "Are you coming?" He asked as he passed her on his way to the door. She glared at him and gripped her pistol tighter. She smirked as she pulled her handcuffs from her pocket and fastened them to his wrists. Sly glanced over his shoulder at the woman.
"She still has trust issues," he called. Carmelita shoved him out of the door and into the back of the car.
"Don't let this one go," the cashier called to Carmelita.
"I won't," she responded to a different meaning of the woman's phrase. Carmelita drove them back to the station, keeping her eyes firmly on the road.
"So," Sly said, breaking the silence. "How've you been?"
"Are you serious? You are sitting handcuffed in the back of a squad car, and you ask how I've been?" She glanced back at him using the rearview mirror.
He smirked, "Fine, then what are the charges, officer?"
She sighed then smiled cunningly, "Since you weren't robbing that store, no charges, you just look better cuffed."
He snickered, "I guess I've rubbed off on you."
"Ha, you're not the only one that's tricky."
"I guess not, Inspector." He slid his cuffed hands around his bum and brought them around his legs to rest in his lap. He leaned his arms against the backs of the two front seats and poked his head into the front. "So, if there are no charges then why are we going to the station?"
Carmelita sulked at the road again, and mumbled, "The chief wants to ask you about doing some consulting." Sly grinned at her obviously annoyed expression.
"What has been stolen?"
"I'll fill you in when we get inside." She parked the car and went to the back to free her prisoner. She opened the backdoor and yanked him out of the car. She guided him by the arm to the chief's door and stopped when they stood before it. "Now," she started, gripping the front of his shirt. "This is not a game." She hissed at him. "You need to be on your best behavior, or I swear I'll-"
"Hey," he interrupted he threat, "no need to worry. I'll be on my best behavior, scout's honor." He held up three fingers to show her his vow, showing off that he had managed to pick the lock on her handcuffs again. She released his shirt and sighed, rubbing the side of her head.
"Dios, a me ayuda" she groaned. She knocked on the door and gave Sly another warning glance before the chief responded.
"Come in." She opened the door and let Sly go in before her, ensuring that he would not try to run from behind her back. "Good, you brought Cooper." The chief said, watching the pair enter his office.
"Yeah, he wasn't hard to find." Carmelita said glaring at him.
"That was only because I wasn't hiding. But, why I ever tried to hide from you, I'll never know."
Carmelita was going to threaten him, but the chief silenced her by clearing his throat. She remembered that she was in the chief's office and bit her tongue. The chief turned his chair around to face the window behind his desk. Carmelita swiftly struck Sly in the arm. He gave her a wounded expression, as if her blow was more powerful than it actually was. She rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms. Sly smirked, wondering how badly she wanted to stick her tongue out at him.
"So, Cooper, how much did Inspector Fox tell you about why you are here?"
"Well, sir," he winked at Carmelita, showing her his respect to the chief, "she told me that you were in need of a consultant. I would be happy to help in any way that I can, just tell me what you need to know." The chief turned back around to look at Sly.
"We need your knowledge of stealth. There is some new thief out there that seems to be pulling off the impossible. There are robberies, but nothing comes up on the footage. This person gets in, and gets out with the item all without raising alarm. I want you and Inspector Fox to put your full effort into stopping this person. I'm choosing to trust you, Cooper." The chief sighed. "I don't have much of a choice, we need you. You are our last resource, and if you help us, we can work out some sort of arrangement about your rap sheet. I can remove your crimes and give you a clean slate. What do you say?"
Sly thought about the chief's offer for a moment. "I'll help you, but I don't want my name cleared." Carmelita and Chief Barkley looked at him in confusion. Sly continued, "Could you clear the names of my gang instead? I involved them in my heists; they should get a chance to live a free life and not have to hide."
The chief nodded at his counter offer. He thought about it for a moment as he stroked his moustache. Finally he said, "Alright, Cooper, I'll clear your gang instead. They can start fresh, but if they acquire any new charges,"
"They won't" Sly assured him.
Chief Barkley nodded again. "Good, then get to work you two."
"Yes, Chief." Carmelita responded, grabbing Sly's wrist. She tugged him out of the Chief's office and into her own. She sat at her desk and picked up a file from the top of an intimidating stack. "This is the file from this new robber."
"It's kind of small," Sly said taking the practically empty folder from her.
"We don't know too much about this guy. All we know is that they are big on stealth. They never set off an alarm so we never know about a heist until there is an empty vault or store."
"So, all we have to do is stop them before they strike."
"Thank you, I'm glad that we put you on the team…"
Sly sat on the couch, looking through the thin file. He noticed a week's worth of dying roses in her trash can. He frowned as he saw the browning petals.