Again sorry for the long update. Thanks for your reviews. Love that some of you guys are reading my other fanfic. The updates might get longer just because my school is starting to come first before my writing. Doesn't mean I won't stop writing.

Chapter 6: The planning

Katrina rode the train to her destination and got off in Rome. Katrina looked around and it was barley gonna be dawn and could see the sunlight coming over the horizon. She smiled at then she heard her stomach growl. She looked down.

"Hey, I said I would feed you when we got off didn't I?" Her stomach growled again. "Oh don't use that tone with me." She looked up to see a police officer looking at her. She felt a blush coming on. But the white dog smiled at her.

"I can never get mine to cooperate. You tell it one thing and they want another."

"I know right? This one here kept grumbling for the past ten minutes and I told it I would find something to eat when I touched down." Her stomach made another noise and Katrina slapped her belly. "Shut it."

The police dog just laughed at her. "So what brings you here little miss?"

"Oh, school project. Need to do some research and this place was only a few hours away so why not?" She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"Oh, high school report or history paper?" The man smiled.

"No, college history." The dogs smile fell from his face. "My teacher started to talk about the sanctity of the life of Rome back in the old days where they were one of the greatest empires that was ever built. But that could be debatable I told him." She crossed one arm over her chest and held out her index finger.

"College huh? Wow, so what did your teacher say after that?"

Katrina's finger fell. "Why do you think I'm here?" She looked up at him again and laughed.

"Well I here that the little café just down the street about three blocks from here has very good pastries. And some really good coco."

"Ooooo….how good are the reviews?"

"Five starts."

"Sounds perfect." She grabbed her bag and slung it on her shoulder. She jumped off the platform and then tossed a wave over her shoulder which was thrown back by the officer.

Carmelita sat in her chair holding a cup of jasmine tea and her leg was bouncing vigorously up and down. She looked at her watch on her wrist and thought that Katrina should be there by now. She reached for her phone to call her but thought she might be a little too worried about her.

"Oh hell, I'm her mother so it's fine if I want to check up on her." She grabbed her cell phone and dialed Katrina's number.

Katrina was happily eating a fresh out of the oven muffin when she felt her pocket vibrate. She looked down at her phone and saw that it was her mom.

"Oh great." Her ears drooped and she shook her head. She then swiped her phone and answered. "Morning mom."

"Morning sweetie. How's the homework coming?"

"Just fine mom. What's up? You normally never call when I'm away."

"Oh well," Carmelita started to panic. "I just thought I should check in more often. You know, just to make sure your okay and all."

"Something's up. You never say these kind of things." Katrina's eyes squinted as she drank from her cup of chocolate. Then licking her lips full of whipped cream. "You know something that I don't know."

"Huh?! What do you mean?" Carmelita darted her eyes across the room to find something to save her. But to no avail.

"Come on spill. I know you know something."

Carmelita was about to spill about her tracking devise on her collar when her phone started to buzz. 'Oh sweet gods in the sky.' She thought.

"Oh sorry hon but someone is calling me. I have to let you go."

"Wait, don't you d…" she was then cut off. "Oh that little. Hmm…."

"Jeez, you are a life saver." She spoke to her caller.

"Why thank you. I like to think that I am some kind of savor." She smiled at Sly's cockiness. "So what are you doing mi amor?"

"Just not trying to hop on a train over to you."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Katrina followed you and the guys. She is in Rome right now as we speak."

"What?! Why?"

"I don't know. I think she has gotten suspicious of where you and the gang go and she has been doing some of her own research and has even figured out that you guys are in Rome and I even found a note that she made that you guys might even hit the museum there near the cathedral and even possibly target this one mobster that live in Italy."

"Wow," was all Sly could say.

"Wow what?"

"She is good." She knew for a fact that right now that Sly was smiling.

"What? Are those really your targets?!"

"Well, yeah." He chuckled. "The museum for that one artifact that was smuggled into the country and was stolen from this, checked out with background and everything, Knight that had a sword stolen from him a while back. Then a hop and a skip over to Italy to uh, take back this one statue of Magnus the great and get a great pay out."

"….." Carmelita was silent.

"Uh…Carmelita?" No answer. "Sweet heart? Carm? You still there?"

"Was is going on?" Bentley said in the background.

"I don't know she just stopped talking." There was some scuffling and then Sly spoke again. "No we are still connected. Carmelita?"

"How is it that she figured out where you were going to hit when I couldn't even predict what you were going to do?!" She sounded agitated.

"Uh….not really sure how to answer that."

"Who's on the phone buddy?" She heard Murray in the background.

"Oh it's Carmelita, I think she is jealous that Katrina somehow or another figured out where we were going to hit and what we might possibly….acquire."

"I am not jealous!" She snapped. "I just….still trying to wrap my head around the fact that she….."

"Hit the nail on the head?" She heard Sly snicker. "Come on Carmelita, she is your sister. Daughter of one of the greatest police detectives that ever lived. With also some detective work from my side of course."

"I was just hoping that this wouldn't have happened." She finally spoke.

"Huh? What's wrong Carm?"

"She is starting to go out more. She is also starting to get noticed more."

"Well obviously. She has won CIF tournaments for wrestling, has won one championship for martial arts,"

"Courtesy of yours truly." Carmelita heard Murray in the background.

"She also has won many math and science fairs."

"That would be because of me." Bentley chimed in.

"And a few chess tournaments."

"I still can't believe that you play chess." Carmelita said with a soft smile playing across her face.

"You still don't believe it even when we play in front of you? Jeez…that hurts." He laughed. "So why are you worried about her finding out about my past life? What could go wrong?"

"Famous last words." Bentley said in the background and Murray laughed.

"Barkley said that he has gotten some reports of a figure that walks at night on roof tops and people have seen this figure wearing a red hood. The next morning a house has been hit and all they find are red symbol drawn across the walls."

Sly said nothing.

"A symbol of a red 'R' with a gagged circle incasing it."

"And you think its him?"

"That or a copy cat. The last reports of crimes like this were just in the city next to us. Sly what if…"

"Hey hey, calm down. We still don't know if it is him. But if it is we can handle it. And I think Katrina can handle herself. That's why I been meaning to tell you that she really doesn't need that tracker in her collar."

Carmelita's ears twitched. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh come on. Did you really think that I wouldn't notice your secret room?" She knew he was making his signature face on the other side of the phone. That one that irritated her always when she would catch him back in the days and he would escape.

"What secret room?"

"The one that opens when you hit that button that is so cleverly hidden under your desk."

"Apparently not clever enough." She chuckles.

"See sweetheart, I know all your secrets."

"Really? Yeah okay. Just like I know all yours."

Sly's ears shot up then one bent to the side in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh please Sly," she mocks him. "I know where you keep all your Batman comics at."

"W-wh-wh-what are you t-talking a-about?" He started to panic.

'Gotcha.' She smiled. "Oh yes, I found all your comics that I asked you to move back to your hideout. Even the ones that are so very clearly marked, 'Forbidden Love', under the slab of concrete that lays right under the shelving in the garage."

"Uh-uhhhh." Sly couldn't say anything.

"What did she say Sly?" Bentley asked. She heard the phone being moved away from Sly's face.

"She found my comics bro. what do I do? She can hold those against me."

"Didn't I tell you to leave them at the hideout?! Most of those are mint condition #1 comics! What will you do if she touches them without gloves on?!"

Carmelita was enjoying the little panic attack Sly was having. She even leaned over towards her night stand and opened one of the drawers. She pulled out an envelope and some white gloves that were placed in a baggy. She continued to listen to Sly's melt down while she placed the gloves on her hands.

She then proceeded to open the envelope and pulled out a comic that was in its own slip cover. She looked at the cover and frowned a bit.

"I never like Superman."

This caused the guys on the other end to go silent. Then some scuffling was heard and then Sly picked up the phone. "What did you say?"

She opens the comic and starts to read. "I said I never like Superman. I mean he is alright and all but in here he just looks plain evil."

Sly inhaled quickly. "In w-where?"

Carmelita turns the comic over and reads the title. "Injustice: series one issue #12. It has both Superman and Batman on the front. Batman behind held up by the man of steel but looks dead." She flips the pages and stops at one page. "Oooooo…I like this page."

"Huh? What page?"

"The one where Catwomen tells Batman to not go and he kisses her." She smiles as she could hear Bentley ask where she got that comic. She flips the pages again. "Oh, that looks very painful." She laughs a bit.

"What?!" Sly sounded like he was starting

"Alfred slams his face into Superman and looks like he broke his nose."

Sly sounded like he was starting to hyperventilate.

"Oh and don't worry. I'm wearing gloves while I'm holding this limited edition, signed by both writers, inkers, and even the company president."

She laughed but then choked on her laugh as she heard a thump on the other end. She could then hear Murray calling out for Sly.

"UH, what happened?"

She heard someone pick up the phone and answered her. "He passed out. What did you say to him?"

"All I said was that I was holding a comic that was signed by the writers and the people that color it with I guess a bonus signature by the president of the, what is it," she flips to the front cover. "DC comics."

"How did you get that?"

"I won it in an auction that the station held. It was items that were never claimed and I saw that there were some comics in the line and I bid on them. Had to pay some serious cash for them. But then realized that what I paid for them was nothing to what they are actually worth."

"Anyways, getting back on topic."

"I know, how did we end up in this conversation anyways?"

"That still remains a mystery. But from what I heard from before, you don't have to worry Carmelita. We will find Katrina and we will watch over her. If he is out there you should know that none of use guys will let anything happen to her."

"I know Bentley. Thanks. When Sly wakes up tell him that I am going to do some research at the station and then I am going to head over there and meet up with you."

"Sounds like the start of a plan. I guess we will see you soon Inspector Fox. Or should I say Commissioner Fox?"

"Heh. I still don't know why I was given the title. It is basically the same as Inspector."

"It gives you more authority. Even though I think you had that authority back when you were Inspector." He laughed.

"What do you mean by that?" She raised her eyebrows and lowered her eyelids.

"Uh…nothing."

She laughed. "Nice talking to you Bentley."

"Good-bye Carmelita."

"Ugh! Why is it so cold here?!" Katrina shivered in her coat.

She was walking towards the only museum in the area. She spied it and smiled. She then sat down on a bench and pulled her backpack off and rummaged through it and pulled out a map.

"Okay, now if I remember correctly there is an emergency staircase on the rear right side of the building. And if I just find it I can climb up to the top." She closed her map and grabbed her cane from her pack. "If I'm right, which I should be 95.9% correct, my dad should be hitting this place tonight. But for what exactly, remains a mystery."

She got up and walked over towards the building. It was well past midnight and she saw no guards. Well, only a few but they were in the front of the museum and there was only three. She laughed as she remembered reading an insert in this book she found at home about one heist that had many guards but poor security. She then stopped laughing and remembered that one insert said one heist had only one guard and it took forever to grab and dash.

"Damn, what was that one rule in that sea of endless rules? Expect the unexpected? Or something….." She ran towards the back down an alley and diverted when she saw some more guards guarding the sides of the building.

She then went down another alley way and saw another staircase that lead to the roof, but the ladder was broken. She huffed and then sat down in the middle of the alley. Something that she started to do when she would start to think. She laughed as she recalls her mom calling her Bishop from time to time. This one girl on NCIS that when she starts to think she sits everywhere and anywhere. She then looks up at the broken ladder and eyes it for a while.

"Hmmm…seems to be about seven feet high at the breaking point." She looks around a bit. "There is plenty of running room but not enough to pick up the right amount of speed but it could work." She looks down at her legs. "Record for high-jump at school was five feet eleven inches. And the cane is…." She pulls out her cane from its holster she has for it on her leg. She extends it from its dormant stage. It springs open. "Okay, almost four feet in length. Okay, back up as far as I can, take a running jump, use technique from track and use cane as extended hand." She got up an dusted her tail off. "It should work. I hope."

She walked a bit away from the ladder. She eyed her surroundings making sure no one was nearby. She then grabbed her extended cane and readied it and then took a deep breath. She got down in her high-jump stance and then looked halfway up. Her eyes almost glaring at her target. Her friends would make fun of her face because it was always scary looking. She would then laugh saying that it's an illusion. She has her eyes wide open but is looking up as if looking at a tall person. Giving the effect of being scary.

She then took another breath but this time held it in. she took off running as fast as she could managed in a small space and then jumped up into the air. She swung her cane around and it latched onto one of the bars. She smiled but then it faded when she came crashing into another bar and then groaned internally.

"Ugh! Okay, record for high-jump was off as well as the ladder. Ladder about six feet and record must have improved to six feet uh…..five inches." She rubbed her muzzle.

She shook her head and then finally started to climb to the roof.

"Nice of you to join us Carmelita." Murray said while giving her a hug.

"Ugh! Murray…can't….breath…."

"Oh, sorry." He set her down.

"That's okay big guy. Where is Sly?"

"Still in shock about the comics."

"Oh come on! They are just small paper books."

"They are not just paper books." Everyone looked back to see Sly rubbing his eyes. "They are collectables."

"Yeah, uh-huh. Like your collectable batman underwear that I also found that I asked you to her rid of."

"Hey those are part of history." His face becoming red.

"Your sex life will be history if they are not gone when we get back." His ears flopped to the sides of his face.

"But those are my favorite pair."

"There are holes in them Sly. They need to go." She crossed her arms.

"Are those the ones that you used to wear when we pulled that one heist against mugshot?" Murray asked while grabbing a piece of pizza that he seemed to pull out from nowhere.

"With mug…Sly! That can't be from that one time back in the city. That was almost twenty years ago?!"

"Oh come on. It wasn't that long ago. Beside, how do you know it wasn't that one time when we met Mugshot again during that flying competition?"

"Sly that was like a year after the first incident." Bentley said while looking over his blueprints.

"Shut up Bentley." Sly squeaked out.

"Thank you Bentley. He is right Sly, even I knew that was a year after the first."

"Anyways!" He tried to change the subject. "You think Katrina is waiting for us?"

Carmelita pulled out a tablet and started to click here and drag there. She typed for a bit and then finally pulled up what looked like a map of the surrounding area.

"Yep, she is already waiting on the roof top." She read some info. "Says she hasn't moved from that spot for a few hours." She then closed her tablet with a grunt. "How is it that she knows where you guys were going to hit first? You could have hit the mobsters place for all I know."

"Well today is an early night and the staff more than likely finished the full cleaning of the museum and so no one is to be on the new waxed floors for about four hours."

"Huh?"

"And plus the mobsters are having a party tonight and so why target a place when everyone and their brother will be there?"

"Still not making me feel any better."

"I'm sorry babe." Sly kissed her cheek. "You coming?" He smiled.

"Are you nuts?!" She exclaimed. "I'm a cop remember? As far as I know this conversation never happened." She looked away from the guys that were already retreating.

"And that's why I love you." Sly wrapped his arms around her shoulders from the back and nuzzled his nose into her hair. "You smell like Jasmine."

"It's the conditioner that you got me remember?" She smiled as she leaned her back into him.

"I know. I thought of you when I first smelled it." He then moved his nose to her ear and then playfully bit it. "I'll be back."

She turned her head a little and kissed Sly directly on the mouth. "Be safe. Make sure our daughter is safe as well."

"Don't worry. She is a Fox. Well, Fox slash Cooper. She can handle her own. Better for her to learn what to do then protecting her and keeping form knowing what to do." He kissed her once more and then ran and disappeared.

Not as long as I wanted it to be but better than leaving you all hanging with me not posting sooner. Thanks for your patients and hope you all enjoy.