Okay, Hello hello hello! This is my first new work in a long time, and as of yet it is purely experimental. Meaning, I have no plot yet worked out of this story, just lil ideas floating around inside my head ^^ So... The point of this is to just see if its working really. I was wondering whether I should make Kid or Maka the main Police Officer who is chasing the gang... or whether it should be Spirit/Shinigami-sama/an OC...

So... If you read this and feel like leaving a review on whether you think this could go anywhere or not, please do - I'll promise to read it ;)

Inspired by: The Sly Cooper Series (I tried not to make them too similar), The Italian Job (which I watched last night) and other similar con artist/thief stuff... like Zen... Which tbh is really boring, they try to make it look good/suave but the fact of the matter is that it's set in Italy and there's only one character who sounds remotely Italian, the rest are English xD

DISCLAIMER: I have no rights to Soul Eater, and as such am writing this purely for the benefit of myself and readers, no profit involved. Swear.

So here goes nothing!

Episode 1 - Brush with the Law

"If you can't count on a friend to bust you out of jail then what kind of a friend are they?" - Bentley, Sly 2.

Liz sighed as she wiggled her arms. Nope, they were firmly hand-cuffed to the chair she was currently seated in. She sighed again and slouched back into the chair, wondering when the rest of the team would get their asses to the Police Station she and her sister were being held at.

Liz was staring intently at a stain on the tiled ceiling when suddenly, the cheap wooden door slammed open, banging against the wall harshly to reveal the poor sap they'd sent to interrogate her. He was already fuming by the looks of things; Liz had to hold back a smirk as he slammed his fists upon the table between them. She didn't blame him, she'd be pissed too had she been working on the other side of the law.

"Where is he?" The Officer demanded. Liz feigned innocence, sending the Officer a confused look.

"Who?" His face turned a shade darker; apparently his patience had already been tried, probably by her younger sister.

"Look, you may think you and your little gang are clever, but after we're done you won't be seeing the light of day for a long time." He sneered. A thin eyebrow rose at the threat.

"Is that so?" Liz was tempted to fold her arms, just to see if she could push him further; unfortunately the act was ruined by the fact that her wrists were bound to the armrests. A mere detail, she thought, but a pity nonetheless. The Officer gave a hollow laugh.

"Don't think you'll be so smug when you three are locked away. Can't imagine poor Patricia would like that eh? Alone in a cold damp cell with no big sis to protect her," he said mockingly. Liz's eyes narrowed at the comment, anyone who dared to mess with Patti would face the consequences. She opened her mouth to answer back but was interrupted when the door opened a second time. The Officer didn't bother to look back at his subordinate who had just entered the room.

"Sir? The file you requested." He said simply, holding out a manila folder which was then snatched out of his hands. As his senior inspected the papers within, the junior officer spared a glance at Liz. He smirked at her, revealing a set of pointy teeth. Liz rolled her eyes and looked away, he had no chance.

"You can leave now." The Senior Officer said, not taking his eyes off the paper.

"Yes sir. Is there anything else sir?"

"Yeh, get me some coffee." He replied, rubbing at his temples. The younger nodded silently and left the room. As soon as the door clicked closed, Liz's vision was assaulted with a blown up picture of her albino friend as the Officer shoved the file in her face. "Soul 'Eater' Evans. The little ring-leader of your pathetic gang." The officer practically spat the other's name out; Liz had to lean back in the chair just to avoid receiving the weather. Gross.

"What makes you think I even know where he is?" Liz asked calmly, peering over the top of the file. The Officer stood up and dropped the file onto the table, letting it slide until it came to a stop right in front of Liz. She glanced down at it for a moment before returning her gaze to the angered man. Perfect.

"Look. You two seem like decent enough people. I'm sure you don't want to be behind bars for any longer than necessary, especially Patti, poor girl won't know what hit her." Liz scowled; this man was seriously beginning to annoy her. If he thought he could bribe her into giving away the location of their safe house, he had another thing coming. "If you tell me where Evans is, I'll see to it that you, Patti and Kid will get severely shortened sentences, hell, you might all get off for free. You wouldn't give up an opportunity like that now would you?" Liz contemplated the idea.

"You're right." She replied finally. His face brightened instantly. "I wouldn't give up an opportunity like that." The Officer was hanging off her every word now; fruitlessly trying to catch their 'little gang' for years could do that to a person. Liz could see the determination in his face as he leaned in closer. "So, you wanna know where Soul is?" Liz asked, staring intently at the file. Should be relatively easy, after all it had been a few minutes already.

"Yes. Tell me now." He was growing impatient and was just about ready to resort to torture to get the blonde to speak up. He was gripping the edges of the table so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Liz sighed.

"Well? Right now he's probably letting Patti out of her cell." Liz grinned smugly as she watched his expression change from hopeful, to confusion and then to outright rage, he was concentrating on her face so much that he had completely failed to see what her hands had been doing with their restricted mobility. Tch, some cop he was.

"WHAT? TELL ME! WHERE IS HE? WHERE ARE YOU-" He was suddenly cut off mid-rant.

BBRRRINNNGGG!

The fire alarm? A bit showy but Liz expected no less from her team, Maka was probably behind setting it off. The Officer immediately spun round and opened the door to the interrogation room. Peering out into the hall he could clearly see his colleagues attempting to flee the building.

"Shit." He cursed, turning back to see Liz shrugging and smirking at him. He stalked towards her, hand raised back and ready to fly forward. Liz screwed her eyes shut, waiting for the impending impact.

"Now is that any way to treat a lady?" A deep voice sounded from behid Liz and the Officer, who stopped suddenly and wheeled around, facing the doorway. Only to see no one there. He ran to the doorway, turning his head left and right – what the? The halls were clear. He started when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Just as he turned his head, the Policeman felt the full impact of an angry blonde's foot in his face.

Liz, now completely free of the handcuffs, watched as the man crumpled to the floor.

"That's for threatening my sister, bastard." She kicked him one more time for good measure, satisfied with the groan he let out.

"Are you finished? I've got Maka screeching down my earhole here." The same deep voice spoke up. Despite, the loud blaring of the alarm, Soul was looking perfectly composed, leaning against the doorframe in the uniform he'd managed to get his hands on. "OW!" He complained sharply, lifting his hand to his right ear, "Jesus Maka. Alright, alright we're coming." Soul was already walking down the corridor with Liz in toe, disposing of the police hat that had previously been perched on his head and ruffling his spiky white hair.

"Should have kept that, you look good in a uniform." Liz teased, appreciatively checking him out as he walked. Soul smirked, swaggering slightly at the compliment, not that his ego wasn't big enough already.

"Oh really? What happens if I keep it on?"

"I'll whack you over the head with your stun baton." Maka's voice piped up from the earpiece. "Now if you're quite done, Patti's made it to the van, we're just waiting for you two to get here. And hurry up, Black*Star's getting agitated." Soul laughed, his blue-haired friend was always extremely over-enthusiastic, even when they were on holiday. Having memorised the layout of the Police Station, Soul reminded himself of how to get to the emergency exit where their van would be waiting to get them out of there.

"OI! YOU STOP NOW! BACKUP!" The Police Officer, holding his quickly bruising cheek, shouted, sprinting towards them. A few seconds passed before he was joined by two other officers, getting ready to take fire by the looks of things.

"Shit." Soul said. He stood still for about a millisecond, before grabbing Liz's shoulders. "If we carry on we'll lead them right to the van, you go, I'll distract chubby and co." Liz nodded quickly as Soul briefly gave her directions, the police were almost upon them.

"Try not to break anything like last time." They both smiled, before bolting in opposite directions.

That was close, Soul thought, he had practically felt the Officer's fingertips brushing the fabric of the white shirt, ready to grab and haul him to a dark cell somewhere. But sprinting at full speed, Soul had managed to gain some distance between them. He risked a glance back. Good. They were all following him. Poor judgement on the Police's part, letting Liz get away meant the rest of the gang getting away. Soul guessed the guy in charge was blinded by his determination to catch him. The white-haired man let out a brief chuckle, there was no way they were going to get him. Especially not since he knew every…

"Crap." He panted, studying the dead end that lay before him. That had not been on the floorplan.

"Any help Maka?" He tried to keep the urgency out of his voice; after all it was not acceptable for him to appear flustered in front of anyone. But the Police were catching up, Soul's worst nightmare was playing out right in front of him and – were those guns?

"There's a door on your left, go through it." Soul swivelled round and rammed himself into the door, throwing his bodyweight against it. It wouldn't budge.

"Maka!"

"Okay okay, try the door on your right?" He held back a groan of frustration, she was supposed to be an expert at this sort of thing. A shot rang out; Soul ducked on instinct and threw himself into the door opposite the one he had just tried. Hopefully, this one would give him more than a painful shoulder. Thankfully, the door burst open and Soul stumbled into a room full of desks and computers, a typical office. He shut the door after himself and quickly blocked it with a photocopier that was placed next to the door. He stood back and attempted to catch his breath as the angered shouts penetrated through the door.

"Okay, where to now?" He asked, pushing the earpiece in further, anxious for a reply.

"Yeah, you're trapped now."

"WHAT?" He could almost feel her flinch on the other side.

"The only way out is through a window, and you're on the third floor." Soul ignored her as he rushed towards one of the windows. This was turning out to be a very bad day. Oh well, there was only one thing for it. He opened the window and peered down to the street below, immediately grimacing and looking back up. The cool air hit him completely as he stepped out fully onto the tiny ledge that the window offered. There was a balcony on the other side of the street, part of an apartment complex. If he could just jump far enough to catch onto the- nah, stupid. There was no way anyone could make that.

He climbed back inside the room and took a few steps back, rubbing sweaty palms on his pant legs as he took a deep breath. It was in that moment that the photocopier was finally shoved aside, tipping over as the Police burst into the room, shouting random orders to apprehend the white-haired thief. Not even thinking about what he was doing, Soul took a running leap and closed his eyes as he left the safety of the building and risked the 30ft drop into the traffic below.

Soul could hear his heart pounding and Maka's voice practically screaming through the earpiece as he flew through the air. Everything appeared to be happening in slow motion. The railings over the balcony were so close now! As soon as his fingertips brushed against the cold metal, he grasped on, slipping down until his fingers reached the rough concrete that made up the base of the balcony. Grabbing onto one of the railings more firmly, he attempted to lift his left foot onto the concrete, scrabbling and slipping along the way.

BANG!

Soul dropped back down as another shot impacted on the metal railings a couple of inches above where his foot had been moments before.

"Ohh this is not good."

"Soul? You still alive?" Maka piped up, her voice was calm though, rather than the panicked one he had heard whilst doing a Superman.

"Ah you know, just getting some fresh air and all." He replied, determined to not look down, he didn't think his fingers would be able to grip onto the edge much longer, and even if he did make it into the apartment complex the Police were sure to be waiting for him, and what if the Senior Officer who was most likely behind the first two shots fired again? His mind was buzzing with all sorts of worst case scenario's.

"Good. Now listen. I need you to let go."

"WHAT? Why on Earth would I LET GO?"

"Ready?"

"NO!"

"Three."

"MAKA!"

"Two."

"I'm not-"

"One." Soul scrunched his eyes shut, this was absolute madness but he trusted his team with his life. Which in this situation was a particularly good thing to have. Oh God there was nothing else for it.

"Let go now!" Soul nearly, key word being nearly, screamed like a girl as he let his grip on the concrete loosen before taking his hands completely away from the small amount of safety clinging on to the edge of a balcony could provide. He kept his eyes closed as the wind rushed passed him, waiting for the smacking, thumping, crunching etc. sounds that would come with hitting the ground below. He was surprised, however, when he impacted harshly against metal. It left him gasping for breath and his back felt as if it was on fire but hell, he was alive! The thief rolled himself over, noting that he was currently lying… On top of the van. He had to cling to the edge as they swung around the corner, but couldn't be bothered to berate Black*Star's 'amazing driving technique'. Hearing his team's cheers of triumph as they gained more and more distance between themselves and the Police Station just made him want to sit back and do nothing but aim a toothy grin at the sky.

"Oi. You coming in?" A voice asked from the rear of the van. Soul looked up to see Liz and Patti's faces peeking up over the edge of the roof, holding the doors open. The two sisters managed to grab onto Soul's arms, pull him down over the edge and swing him (none too gently) into the back of the van, promptly closing the doors behind them.

Meanwhile, a very angry senior officer stormed into his office. Great. They all managed to get away, plus he'd shot at an unarmed man. Twice. The Chief was going to have his ass for this. It took him a few seconds to spot the mug of coffee innocently sitting on his desk. He was confused for a moment, before he noticed the note left alongside it. His expression immediately soured.

Two sugars, no milk. Just how you like it. S.

"THAT SON OF A-!" He was cut off by the door opening, one of his colleagues peering her head in.

"Mike, the Chief wants to talk to you." She said simply before leaving. As much as Mike wanted to shout and throw the mug across the room, he really needed the coffee.

"Bastard." He cursed, sitting down at his desk and taking a gulp of the steaming liquid. This was not going to be pretty.

End Episode.

Hmm... I hope its not too much like the Sly games... but gosh darn it I love them so 3
Anyways, yeah - the future of this story depends on any possible feedback... and I'm not just saying that, i like the idea but I don't know if its something that's overused or tired, or whether anyone can put up with the idea that Soul is the main character (ish) I want to be able to spread it out, like different episodes about different characters.

EDIT 25/01/11 - Yeh, I've just changed this chapter to not include Kid. Dont worry, he'll be coming in later, I just had trouble thinking of a reason as to why he would be in a gang but i've thought of one now! I want everyone to have their own reasons for joining and before Kid didn't really have a motive, so something will happen in le future to make him swap sides *hinthint*

EDIT: 19/03/11 - Yep just realised that the beginning of the chapter still included Kid, i've fixed it anyway ;)