I was really disappointed in the ending of "Sly Cooper: Thieves in Time". I was really banking on receiving closure to the series. The series is great, but it just needs a happy ending, ya'know? Carmelita was even starting to realize her feelings for Sly! This is sorta supposed to pick up where "Thieves in Time" left off and might be somewhat spoiler-ish to anyone who has not played the game yet. I wasn't planning on publishing this story at this time, but my friends wanted me to publish it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sly Cooper and its respective characters or plot. However, characters unrecognized from any of the games are only for this story and are a product of my imagination.

Sly opens his groggy eyelids and wakes up with the sun beating down on him. He sees a blurry image of his family cane in his hand. He grips it tightly. He lifts himself off of the ground and stands on the sand. There are pieces of Le Paradox's blimp scattered everywhere. There is no way that is going to work again, unfortunately for Sly. But, what catches his eyes wasn't the huge pile of rubble, it is the ginormous sphinx standing in the desert. But, the pyramids behind it even dwarfed the sphinx.

Without much thought, he has a rough estimation of where he is. The pyramids kind of gave it away. But, the bigger question is, when is he? He needs a better look around. He runs to the sphinx and climbs up the paw and climbs up the leg and up the jackal head's headdress. He stands upon the jackal's snout and blocks out the sun's blinding rays with his hand to help scan the area.

From the left to his right, after what looked like never ending sand, he sees is a long river about a quarter mile from his position. His smile returns to his face. He jumps off the sphinx and dashes towards the river.

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He finally reaches the river. His throat is dry, he is panting, his head is sweating bullets, and a sticky feeling surrounds his entire body. As much as he would like to take a dip in the river to wash off, he just dips his hands in and runs the wet hand through his hair to cool off. He then cups his hands together to pick up some of the water and drinks it. The baking sun of the desert is killing him and the wind whipping hot air into his face isn't helping.

His eyes look at the river and can see that the river is flowing to his left. His eyes follow a piece of driftwood following the current. Wait, wood? In the desert? He keeps his gaze on the wood. As the wood moved he can see a row of buildings down the river. An Egyptian town? He found civilization! Even for someone who's not interested in history, this could be interesting to check out. He follows the river to the town.

Despite how far he is from the town, he can see that the Egyptian town has a large adobe brick fortress within the city. As he nears, he pulls out his binocucom and zooms in to see guards holding muzzle loaded muskets at the top of the fortress. He is obviously not going to meet his ancestor Slytunkhamen anytime soon. The time period doesn't fit.

When he reaches the edge of the city, Sly runs towards a building and climbs up a rope that heads for the roof. He stands on top of the rooftop, sets the shaft end of his cane on the floor, and rests his arm on his cane. His eyes search and scan everything he can about the town, especially for the dark spots and alleyways. The first thing that is on his mind, other than food, is the fact that he needs to know where he is exactly and when all this is.

He looks up at the guarded fortress with a growing smile. "Looks like I'm gonna have to do a little breaking at entering for answers," he says.

His smiling is interrupted by the heavy gurgling of his stomach. He grabs his tummy and sighs. He sets off to look for something to eat.

Around the evening streets of Paris, a vixen in her car cruises and patrols the city. Carmelita was starting to get bored until she receives a message over the police radio of a thief who just broke into a bank. She jumps at the opportunity and speeds up to the location.

She sounds the siren and tries to move her way around the traffic.

When she arrives to the bank, she quickly jumps out of her car and takes her trusty shock pistol out of the holster. She goes through the broken glass door and holds up the gun and a flashlight. "Freeze, criminal!" she barks. The light from the flashlight quickly scans the room.

She sees a silhouette of someone and she points the flashlight at it to see a scared weasel. The culprit drops his loot and makes a break for a nearby window. Carmelita does not allow this by carefully aiming her gun at the runaway and firing the pistol. She gets a direct hit on the weasel's leg which successfully incapacitates him.

She runs over the crawling victim and grabs his wrists to slap a pair of handcuffs on. A pair of other officers come rushing in only to find 'Old Ironsides' already beat them to the catch. Carmelita grabs the gruff of the criminal and the two officers take him and put them in their cruiser and enter to car after.

She glances at her watch to see the time. It's eight-forty five. She might as well go home for today. She walks back out of the bank and gets back into her poorly parked car and drives off to her apartment where she hopes to end her day.

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She walks to her apartment door and unlocks it. She opens and enters then closes the door behind her, double checking the lock.

She stretches her arms up to release a few of the knots in her muscles. This week has not been kind on her body. Her shoulders are stiff beyond hell, her legs are sore from chasing criminals who don't want to go quietly, and she can feel blisters coming on to her feet. She never thought she'd see the day when she gets tired from catching criminals.

She is exhausted, physically and emotionally. She would usually go out to the Paris canals to investigate further on the ringtail's whereabouts, but tonight is a lazy feeling kind of night. Ringtail. The name rings in her ears.

She takes her boots off and heads to the bathroom to wash her hands and face. She turns on the sink and rubs her hands together the remove the dirt off of her hands. She cups her hands to catch the cool flowing water and she brings it up to her face. The water drips down her cheeks and into the sink. She grabs the towel that's hanging near the mirror and wipes her face dry. As she takes the towel off her eyes, a photo taped to the side of right side of the mirror catches her eye. It's the photo of Sly kissing her on the cheek she found during her first investigation of the sight of Le Paradox's crashed blimp. Her eyes glisten in the light as they moisten.

She doesn't want to admit it too anyone, but she dearly misses Sly and wants him back for more reasons than one.

She exits the bathroom and walks towards her bed to relax. She flops onto her bed and sighs heavily.

She looks up at the ceiling. Her eyelids get heavier and heavier to the point that they close. The last image in her mind is an image of Sly flashing his signature charming smile. The same smile that can melt any girl's heart in an instant. The same smile that she wishes from the bottom of her heart to see again.

She can remember clearly the events of the last time she saw Sly. When she was stuck in the container with Sly, she was pleasantly surprised to see how focused he was to taking Le Paradox down. It was one of the very few times she saw him acting serious. Based on her previous realization of Sly fighting for justice the same as her, she was able to found it in her heart to see Sly as more than just a thief or a man. She regrets that she didn't even have enough time to tell him her feelings.

She opens her eyes, realizing that she's falling asleep without her pajamas on or without taking a shower yet. She sits up on her bed. She grabs her night wear to change into after the shower.

She enters the bathroom and turns the shower on to let it warm up before she steps in. She begins to removes, piece by piece, her worn and sweaty clothes. She steps into the shower and she immediately feels more relaxed. She allows the warm running water to flow in her hair. She washes away the stickiness of the sweat on her head and then her shoulders and collar. She remembers how sweaty and tired she would've gotten after her chases with Cooper. Damn, Sly is even on her mind when she is in the shower. "Dios, cuando me encuentro el amor, usted lo toma de mí. ¿Por qué?" she says to herself.

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She gets out of the lightly steaming bathroom. She is wearing her pajamas. She drops her sweaty, dirty clothes in the basket so she can wash them later.

She begins walking over to her room when she sees her keys laying on the table. She knows better than to put them there. She grabs them and starts to walk to her room to put them where they belong. She stops midway and looks at her keys. What if there is something new at the crash site that just resurfaced out of the water? What if there is a piece of evidence that can finally bring Sly back?

She can't just stay home while Cooper is out doing who-knows-what at whatever time period. She grabs her coat and puts it over her pajamas. She opens the door and locks the door. She walks back to the parking lot, gets in her car and starts it.

She doesn't care if she feels like being lazy, she refuses to give up yet and she won't give up ever.

Bentley removes his glasses and rubs his eyes from tirelessly crunching numbers into his computer. He has went through every page and used everything at his disposal. His computer, his textbooks, his 'reliable' sources are just getting him nowhere fast. He has not even found a place to start from.

As much as it pains him to admit it, his technology might not be able to fix this dilemma. He's going to have to find another way to find information about Sly's current whereabouts.

He looks out of the window of his room to see the night sky. He has been working so hard at trying to find information that he lost track of time. Hell, he doesn't remember what day it is.

He barely noticed while he was at his computer, but he is parched. He pushes his wheelchair to the fridge in his room and pulls out a bottle of water and gulps down a much needed drink.

He wheels himself to the television set and turns it on. He changes the channel to the professional wrestling channel to check on Murray's doings. Murray is obviously just keeping his fighting skills sharp. Murray wants Sly back home as much as he does.

Speaking of those who want Sly back, he hasn't seen Carmelita lately. He knows that she is doing her best to juggle her work and playing her part in trying to help get Sly back.

Bentley's mind races for any possible solutions. Is there anything that he can do? This is more than just any ordinary head scratcher. This whole time, he has been doing nothing except looking for a place to start. This is going to be a big challenge.

So, yeah. First chapter. The game didn't give me the closure that I so desired so I'm attempting to create closure of my own. But, the way 'Thieves in Time' ended made it seem as if there's going to be another installment in the series. If Sucker Punch is making another Sly game, I beg for a happy ending! Anyway, I may have issues with my verb tenses, but that it something I will go back and fix eventually. The next chapter will be the Sly's next day and he will do a little investigating in the Egyptian fortress.