I hopeyou guys liked that I (finally) brought Sly into the story. This Chappie starts out as Cramelita's POV, but then it switches to Sly's POV, and so on and so on. This chappie, other than the last chappie, will most likely be the most romantic until the sequel.

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Chapter 5

Carmelita dragged herself away from the toilet and back to her corner of the room. She was able to answer her questions, so her dizziness was gone.

Yes, she loved him.

She didn't know if he loved her.

Nobody knows what makes them love someone.

Yeah, he probably thought all the things he said.

Hey, a girl likes to be appreciated.

She thought for sure that if she realized her feelings for him, she'd feel better, and in a way, she did. However, in place of dizziness and nausea was hopelessness and despair. Yeah, that's swell that she loves him, but how's he gonna know if he's in Paris and she's...somewhere other than Paris? There was absolutely no way to signal for help to anyone...wait...

What was that noise outside by her window...?

"...Carmelita..."

(Sly's POV)

When I found out how Neyla captured Carmelita, I knew I had to save her...why I felt this way I wasn't really sure...until I really thought about it...

I love her.

I can't believe it took me this long to realize it, but I do. I had gotten that damn e-video from Neyla, and...my mind just stopped thinking. That's when my heart took ever from there. I had left Bentley and Murray a calling card saying everything that had happened and such. When I got here, it just hit me...

I love her too much to let this happen to her.

(By the way, If chapter 4 didn't edit, I'll tell you guys in chapter 6 how Sly found out about Neyla capturing Carmelita.)

I just silently crept around, peeking into the barred windows for any sign of that alluring vixen. About seventeen windows down, I found her. She was up against the wall, looking like either she was about to cry, or just got done crying. My heart was torn into pieces when I saw her condition. She didn't seem to notice me, so I gently called out to her.

"...Carmelita..." Just saying her name sent a shiver up my spine. She seemed to hear me, as she had looked up in my direction. Our eyes met, and I knew... she knew...everything would be alright.

(Carmelita's POV)

He was right there. I mean, yeah, this was a good time to say my feelings, but I found it hard to speak. I reached up, grabbed the bars, and pulled myself up. He gave me an assuring smile. It was like he was telling me "Don't worry. I'll get you out of here." I tried so hard to say something...anything...

"Sly...I..." I had no idea what made me stall like that. Sly seemed to understand what I was trying to say. He reached inbetween the bars and gently caressed my cheek. I have to admit, he even seemed a little nervous when it came to talking, but even in this situation, his small gesture of comfort was actually inviting. I figured I should try to say something more than two words to the guy, I mean, come on!

"...how did you find me?" Okay, I'm making progress here. Sly smiled a little wider.

"Neyla got a little too cocky and sent me directions here. I just looked in each cell's window until I found you." Figures. Neyla has a problem like that. When I get out of this cell...so help me God...

"Sly...incase I don't get to see you after this...I wanted to say I..." Crap! Why can't I say it? Here goes attempt number THREE.

"...I love you."

(Sly's POV)

It took me a few seconds to register in my mind what she had just told me. She said she...loved...

ME?

How has my dream come true so suddenly? I instantly felt guilty. Because of my pause, ahe assumed I didn't feel the same way. Her eyes started to become engulfed in tears. I tried my best to calm her down.

"...what's wrong?" I tried my best to restrain myself from trying to rip the bars out for two reasons: a) I'm not that strong, so I'd just be making an idiot of myself in front of the one I love and b)even if I managed to get the bars free, security would be all over me before I could even blink. My attention returned to Carmelita when she started talking.

"...I'm sorry...I didn't know you didn't feel the same way..." I wasn't about to lether go onthinkingsomething that wasnt true, so I wiped her tear away.

"Shh...that's not true...Carmelita, I love you, too. And I WILL get you out of there. Mark my words...I will." So I headed for the upper floor. Time to pay Neyla a little visit.