It was a late night in Paris, France, about 3 A.M. Sly Cooper was at it again. Tonight, he was having the time of his life, causing his usual mischief of thievery. He couldn't help it, not only was stealing in his blood but it was also fun. The idea of taking something and getting away with it was his adrenaline rush and the best part of it all was being pursued by a certain Fox…

Sly was jumping from rooftop to rooftop and then briefly stopped to admire the night blue sky, the stars were scattered all over the place and the moon, full and bright, was definitely a looker. He breathed a sigh of relief but he knew he couldn't stay too long and so he continued on his way. He jumped off the roof and landed safely on his feet and noticed he was in a dim alley, not that it really bothered him. He was just about to walk off until he felt something poking his back.

"Freeze, Raccoon." A feminine voice hissed.

Sly just smiled, it was only a matter of time until she showed up. Inspector Carmelita Fox, she was something else. He couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"What's with the laughter, Ringtail?" She questioned harshly.

"I have to give it to you Carmelita. Your perseverance is very admirable."

"What the hell are you talking about, pendejo?"

He smirked. "You've been chasing me down for years and you still never manage to catch me, my dear. Yet, you have determination and no person can take that away from you, that's for sure."

She said nothing so he continued.

"Your obsession with me is rather intriguing, am I always on your mind, love?"

"Obsession?! Nonsense Cooper, I just want to see your ass behind bars!" She scoffed as she still had the Shock Pistol pointed to his back.

"Hmm-mmm, is that what you really want?"

"Of course!"

He turned to face her and he stared intensively at her with his big light-brown eyes. Carmelita couldn't help but be mesmerized by his eyes, even though the alley was very dim. They were so distracting yet beautiful at the same time. She had to snap out of it and stay focus. Sly's facial expression never changed, his smirk was still plastered on his youthful face.

When the moonlight hit the two of them, she had a clearer view of him. She noticed that he wasn't wearing his typical outfit, with the exception of the hat and gloves. Instead his attire consisted of a blue jacket, black jeans that were obviously a little too big for him, and black Nikes.

"He looks just like the boys I used to go to high school with back in the Bronx." Carmelita mentally chuckled to herself.

"Carmelita," Sly spoke, interrupting her thoughts "there are other people out there who have committed worse crimes than I have, why not go after them?" He asked softly.

"Oh stop it, you criminals are all the same. You already know the deal, when you break the law, you face the consequences." She now had the Pistol pointed to his chest.

Sly remained calm as he shook his head.

"All criminals are the same, huh? It's unfair to say such a thing. I mean, are you really gonna sit up here and tell me that I, a thief, is equal to a rapist, a murderer, or even a pedophile?" He asked almost sounding hurt by her prejudice.

Carmelita was a little taken back by the question. As much of a dirty thief Sly was, she knew deep down he never did anything so heinous like rape, murder, or child molestation. She reluctantly agreed.

"Ok Ringtail, you have a point, but that doesn't negate the fact that you're still a fucking dirty thief!"

"I am not your enemy, love. I wish you could just step out of that black and white mentality and look at the bigger picture. I'm not as bad as you think I am." Sly said amusingly.

Carmelita just rolled her eyes to mask her uneasy feelings towards him.

"That Cooper," She thought. "Always trying to flirt with me, I swear."

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even have time to react when Sly knocked her weapon out of her hands with his cane. She lunged at the Raccoon to land some blows on him but with his agility, he was a step ahead of her. He used his cane to block her blows however she managed to snatch the cane out of his hands and slapped him in his face. She quickly went to go find her gun. When she grabbed for it, she looked up, only to find that he was nowhere in sight.

She cursed herself for allowing her thoughts to distract her until she felt someone grab her from behind, causing her to drop her Pistol and then nudged her into a corner, with her back facing him.

Carmelita squirmed and tried to get out of his grip, but no such luck. She was now in his grasp. That slender body of his had her fooled, he was strong.

Sly couldn't help but giggle as he held the vixen tighter.

"I love playing these little games with you, Ms. Fox. You're definitely a feisty woman." He whispered flirtatiously as his cinnamon scented breath warmed her neck.

She started to blush as her heart pounded rapidly and she began to feel warm in certain places.

"L…L…Let go of m…me." She could barely breathe with the Raccoon right there holding her. This was way too close for comfort for her.

Oddly enough, he relaxed his grip around her, letting her go and then backed away a bit.

Without warning, she turned around and pounced on him, with his back to the ground and her on top of him. He was now in her mercy as she straddled and pinned him down. Carmelita was definitely not happy, he saw the intense fiery in her eyes but he just laughed and flashed that cocky grin of his. It irritated her even more.

"I guess you got me now, love. I didn't realize you like to be on top." Sly arrogantly joked.

He could have easily pushed her off of him and flee but he was having too much fun with this vixen.

"Muthafucka, this is not some kind of game!" She snapped.

She was about to continue her tirade until she immediately fell silent as his words began to sink in. She was sitting right on his pelvic area and felt his hardness. Sly just looked up at her with a smug expression on his face, as if he was waiting on her to do something. Her blood ran cold and she became nervous. She realized how bad the two them looked in this position, anyone, especially her co-workers, could have been present at this very moment and never let her live it down. It was already a hassle for her at work when dealing with rumors about her and Sly's "relationship". She didn't need any other rumor being spread. She quickly got off of him to get her Shock Pistol. He pulled himself together and grabbed his cane.

"It was nice spending time with you, love. You really made my night." He blew her a kissed and then climbed up the fire escape and headed to the roof of the building.

"I'm not gonna let you get away from me puta!" Carmelita shouted as she followed him but by the time she reached the rooftop, there was no site of him anywhere, he was long gone.

"Fuck you Sly!" yelled in rage. Once again, he cleverly slipped through her hands.

A/N: I have never written a Sly Cooper story until now. I just wanted to do it just to get it out of my mind. A few minor notes, I made Carmelita Fox Puerto Rican from Bronx, NY. Sly is also from NY, particularly Yonkers. But, the setting of course is in Paris, France. Depending on how the story goes, it may be about 4 to 5 chapters. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Leave a comment.