Hey all my beautiful friends! I've been suffering from extreme, may I repeat, extreme writer's block. What a shame! Well, recently i've heard that smell is the sense that brings back the most memories. So i lit up my apple cinnamon candle and this is what came to me. Don't be suprised.

Hugs and Kisses

Jessy Dalton.

PS: I don't own Sly Cooper because if I did I would probably kill Carmelita and have her replaced by me. 0.0

Carmelita decided to sit down for just a minute. She found a hard wood bench in the streets of Paris and sat gingerly on it. She leaned her head against the brick wall behind her. It was cold and damp but it didn't matter. Her nose was stuffed and her head ached. She was sure her temperature was above average and her eyelids were just getting a little heavy... 'I'll close them for just a minute.' She thought and that's exactly what she did because 59 seconds later the smell of apple cider filled her nostrils and on the sixtieth second she opened her eyes. Sitting next to her was a raccoon that shared many of her memories.

"Cooper." She growled and jumped up. He remained on the bench, sipping at a cup of what had to be apple cider. His dark mask shimmered in the moonlight and his dark cap seemed to blend into the darkness. His cane rested next to him, leaning against the back of the bench. She pulled out her shock pistol. "Cooper. You're under arrest. We can make this easy or hard. Choose to cooperate and things can go much smoother." Sly shook his head. "My dear Carmelita..." He paused and took a sip of his cider. "You are sick. We both know I could be out here at the snap of your lovely fingers." He drew his fingertip around the rim of the thick paper cup. "I brought you a present." He held out a second cup of steaming carmel colored liquid. She looked at him and sat down silently next to him. The inspector took the cup of amber drink and sipped it quietly. "I don't feel good." She sniffed.

"I know, princess... I know." They sat their for a few moments. Neither of them could decide whether or not it was an akward silence. "I'll take you home, Inspector." Sly said, cutting the silence.

Normally Carmelita would have protested but she didn't trust herself enough to even get on her feet. She nodded and waited the brief moment before his strong arms reached below her toned legs. She was light to him and easy to carry. He walked carefully, taking many unnecessary safety precautions, and finally, after about fifteen minutes, arrived at her downtown apartment. He opened the door with ease but Carmelita was too exhausted to notice. Once inside he gingerly set her on her feet and told her to change for sleep. She emerged a minute later, in a white tank top and blue boy shorts to see that the raccoon had left. On her table was a note that said, "Take out's coming with chicken soup. Everything's been paid for. Love, Sly." She smiled when she read this and sat down on the couch. What a weird relationship they shared but Carmelita wouldn't trade it for anything.