So I was listening to old songs and just got done playing the fourth Sly Cooper game, so I got in the mood to write a little Fanfiction around Sly Cooper and Carmelita Fox. They're my favorite couple in the game series and I just love their love because I feel so much similiarity to Carmelita since I have a strong aversion to liars and criminals, plus have a terrible taste in men (though Sly's not really a terrible guy, he's just misunderstood). I mean, I'm not a cop though, but still. I also find Sly extremely charming and gentlemanly, and if he was a real man, I'd steal him away from Carm in a heartbeat lol. The song I wanted to focus this particular story on, which reminded me A LOT of Carmelita, was 'I Won't Say I'm In Love' sung by Meg in the Disney movie Hercules. I just found it so inspiring, so you know. It's not so prominent in this particular chapter, but future chapters will have it more evident. Just feel free to listen to the song if you'd like.

Carmelita rowed her boat out to the wreckage of Le Paradox's blimp in a futile effort to find Sly, something she had been doing for weeks and weeks though everyone had been telling her to give up. She shined her flashlight among various pieces of fallen debris jutting out of the river bed, rocks she had almost memorized the shape of, and the water flowing downstream as he might just resurface at some point… It was to no avail though; Sly was nowhere to be seen and hadn't been for nearly 3 months now. Bentley and Murray hadn't heard eye or tails of him and they were his closest, best friends. Her heart ached at the darkness beyond her flashlight and the cold, unseen depths of the river below her. She had been good at hiding her feelings around others, nearly collapsing herself at her over work and less than restful nights eyeing the river by the crook's various machines and gadgets that lay sprawled in pieces both in and around the water. She hadn't caught a wink of sleep; for fear that Sly may show up at some point with some of his famous commentary, "I never knew you were so desperate to catch me, Carm. We must really have a connection if you've got bags THAT deep under your eyes. I mean, they're deeper than the river." She chuckled at her thoughts booming his charismatic voice in her mind which put a brief smile on her face before the reality of the situation set in again, kidnapping the brief happiness she had just experienced.

Sly wasn't here, and he hadn't been for months now. Where had he gone? Was he alright? Why had he at least not left one of his stupid, blue raccoon calling cards so she knew he was still somewhere, anywhere?! Reaching for her shock pistol she shot at a piece of debris in frustration and exclaimed angrily into the cold, night air to nobody at all. Carmelita panted as her breath came back to her, and looked down at the boat. She took her hand into her pocket and pulled out the flamed picture of Sly kissing her in front of the Eifel Tower that she had found in the debris in the first few weeks of searching. Though it was an embarrassing picture of her, her eyes fell on Sly and stared at him fondly before cupping the fragile photo to her chest. This was the only thing she had left of him. The one thing that constantly reminded her of the time they had spent together, and the time she wished every moment would come back to her. Taking the picture away from her chest, she brought it up to her lips and gently kissed Sly's silhouette before a single tear dripped down her cheek. She looked around the bay as tears started to stream down her face. One after another, they were uncontrollable.

Her thoughts were a scattered mess of various memories between the two of them throughout the years. Looking back on it, they had known each other for at least 8 years and their relationship was more than complicated. She had chased him for 5 of those years, running after the no-good, dirty, rotten thief he was, at least for all she knew. With her current knowledge of everything that Sly stood for, she knew that she had been wrong about him all that time and had never thought to look before the crimes or even who he would steal from. She just solely focused on him and his Cooper gang pals; Bentley and Murray. Back then, she was unaware of her feelings for Sly and just imagined it as wanting to win against him and be just one step ahead of him. She had wanted to get the upper hand and be able to finally put him away for managing to outsmart both her and Interpol. It was no use, it was just fleeting memories. The past that couldn't be changed and that wouldn't help her now. Running her finger along her photograph, she recalled her memories of him and all the times she had desperately denied her feelings for him.

I hope you enjoyed this story. It was my first fanfiction in YEARS, as most of you can tell from the other stories on my page. I just felt like writing it, so it's not great or fantastic in any way. Feel free to comment, and constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you like, please favorite and follow this story, I plan on doing at least a few more chapters and I can't guarantee when I'll release them so following is the best way to keep track of me, since well, life happens. Anyway, have a great day/night!

Midnight Out! ;)

P.S. I hope those of you are currently following me aren't upset about my previous series. Life happened, and the story as I had it is completely lost from my hard drive... :/ As well as not following the series at all after about episode 50 of the japanese sub. It'll be a littel difficult to get back on track after all that time, and fellow writers can well imagine. Please feel free to send me hate mail or whatever, but I will not be continuing that particular series because of the previous reasons listed. You know... Life and whatever. ;T