A/N: All characters DO NOT belong to me.

Carmelita walks into her apartment, tired from all the stress of the day. Mr. Barkely, her boss, just asigned her to a murder case that is not linked in Sly Cooper, but he still signs the case over anyway. All her male co-workers tried to hit on her, but of course she puts the down. She doesn't want a relationship. Not now, she is too caught up with work and doesn't want to be worried about other problems at home. Of course, everyone knows that she will bust her butt for a promotion. Carmelita is a extremem workaholoic.

The shapely vixen looks around her livingroom. Dark, cold, and silent. Turning on the lights, the lamp flickered a few times then finally went fully on. She sighed in disappointment, "Damn electricity," she mumbled as she threw her bag on the floor next to her. Sitting down heavily in her recliner chair taking off her brown combat boots to relax. She leaned back in at the floor wondering what now? Carmelita finally got the strength to get up and walk towards her bedroom. Her body feeling like a ton of bricks, her eyes about to close. Just give me the strength to take a shower, she thought as she went to her dresser and pulling out clean Pajama's and underwear.

Walking in the bathroom she turned on the shower and put her clean clothes on the counter. Stripping off her uniform for work and putting the cloths in the dirty hamper. Looking in the mirror studying her buxom figure she reached for her brush and gently brushed her hair, making sure all the knots and tangles that had been made during the day were gone. Carmelita stepped in the shower, hot water damped her orange fur cleansing it. Her royal blue hair soon too were damped, sticking to her back and sides of her neck and face. The hot water relaxed her muscles for the night of sleep so she can be in a more beautiful sleep to be able to work tommorow.

Carmelita sighed deeply as her arms reached over her head to smooth out her wet, thick hair. Her light brown eyes transfixed on the cream color tiling around her, all nice and clean. She grabbed the shampoo and squirt a ample of it in her hand then rubbed her too hands together so the that the shampoo and be on both of her hands. She reached back and scrubbed her hair with the shampoo lathering it. Rinsing her hair she felt a breeze come in. Quickly the vixen peeked out of the shower curtain, her nude body hiding behind the semi transparent curtain. Looking around she saw nothing. Nothing.

"Must be a breeze on the other side of the door. Maybe the window is opened," Carmelita said softly.

Carmelita put her head in the shower and sighed finishing rinising her hair. Once down she grabbed the soap bar off the soap holder in the shower and lather it with hot water and her hand. Fully lathered, she began to rubbed it along her slim arms, then acorss her chest, passing her large breasts, to her stomach, and the lower half of her. She felt fully relaxed, she felt like she is on cloud nine. No more stress, no more anger and no more listening. Just the way she wants life.

After the vixen felt fully cleaned and airy from stress, she got out and dried off with a clean, green towel. She put on her clean clothes and brushed her rat tailed hair to make sure no tangles formed when she was in the shower. Once complete, she got out her bathroom too her bedroom. A queen sized bed, fully made bed in the middle of the room facing a flat screen on the wall. A decorated plant aside the room and also paintings. Overall her bedroom is nice, neat and clean. Carmelita lied down on her bed with the covers over her body to warm her up. Her body relaxed from the day's stress. She closed her eyes and dirfted to a light sleep.

Suddenly, Carmelita awoke from a light smooth touching against her feet. Not daring to look up to see who is was doing so she let the touching continue. Then she sighed deeply, but soon screamed in fear. As her legs were being grabbed and pulled. Scratchings on her legs that drew blood. Embracing her pillow in fear, screaming on the top of her lungs, her heart pounding a mile a minute. The pain on her body was severe, violent skratchings were being made on her flat belly, her legs, her tail, her arms, and her chest. Carmelita was able to look up to see who was doing it, but nothing was there. Then right when she had the chance to look the terrible, violent attack was done. She was left with bruises, deep cuts, and flesh wounds. Trembling to sit up, scared to call the paramedics knowing they'll asked questions that she can't answer. All Carmelita knew that she was attacked...by nothing.