Thanks to all my reviewers, for your reviews have fueled me up to chapter 6

Lt. I guess I'm happy about that.

All-Knowing Alien: I might, but my current goal is engineer.

Cooper Fan: I know, isn't it wonderful.

Heiduska: Well, it wasn't too soon, but it's an update.

DivineGuardian: I'm not even sure of whatI do anymore. And it's good to know you don't mind, because I probably won't update in forever, again

RachetSly: I haven't gotten a chance to listen to it yet, I've been swamped. But I'll do it... eventually.

Snowbunny0405: Well, I said that it has horror, so I guess that works. I have to say though, I've never heard of that song.

Shadowthunder: Well, that's very nice to know, it's good to be appreciated.

WolfKeeper989: It was my pleasure.

Shark: I suppose so.

Otritzi: True, very very true. What would you do if Robert was made of water?

Anyway, I still don't own Sly, and we all know who does. (Sucker Punch).

Chapter 6 The Reality Sets In

Carmelita lay beyond the railroad tracks, the sun lightly warming the right side of her face. She still couldn't believe it. Her Chief had chased and tried to kill her, and he was possessed by Robert? It was just unbelievable.

Carmelita dragged herself up, despite her injuries. She needed to tell Sly, or maybe Bentley could figure it out with his brain power. The point she made to herself was, she needed to warn someone.

The world seemed to spin in an odd way, and nothing seemed to make sense. She staggered slightly as she made her way back to the Interpol building. For the first time in 4 years, she wasn't going to work today.

She made her way back to her car, but could not avoid the instant mob of reporters and inspectors that swarmed upon meeting her. The only thing that was worse was how the ambulance workers and paramedics came after her. She couldn't take it. She ran, she ignored all of the pain her body was giving her, and she ran. She left everyone else in the dust with ease as her blood soaked jeans slapped against her legs. Once she was at least half a mile away, and about five blocks from her apartment, she stopped. Not only did she stop. She fell to her knees. This was the first challenge in her life she had backed down from, the first acceptance of defeat she had ever felt.

"Carmelita?" came a concerned and comforting voice from in front of her. She looked up to see none other than Sly standing less than a block away, and coming towards her. A look of concern and wonder clearly etched upon his face. Carmelita couldn't stand it. She gave up. Twice in less than an hour, she gave up, and let all bonds of consciousness leave her body.

"Carmelita!" Sly yelled as he ran forward to catch her in her fall. Her face was pale under the fur, and worry was clearly etched upon her face, even though she was unconscious. Sly couldn't bring her to a doctors, but he knew one doctor that wouldn't arrest him.

Bentley sat back at his laptop, looking at some new items up for bid on the thiefnet. He, and Murray, both knew this was only to distract himself from the fact the Sly still hadn't come back. Murray was mostly content, as Sly was never caught, and there had been no reports on the news of his capture.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

A rather loud pounding came to Bentley's ears, who went to get the door, as Murray was out for a hot dog. Bentley opened the door, and immediately froze. There stood Sly, with a blood soaked garmented Carmelita, who was draped unconscious across Sly's arms.

"Please Bentley" an exhausted Sly panted and begged. "I... don't know... what happened." And he set Carmelita carefully down before collapsing himself from running about a mile with Carmelita in his arms.

Bentley didn't know who to treat first, on one hand was Sly, his best buddy. But on the other hand, Sly had begged him to help Carmelita, and what kind of a turtle was he if let his friend down and let a woman die?

As luck or perhaps fate would have it, Murray came home that moment. His hot dog long since settled into his stomach. He could clearly see Bentley's dilemma.

"Don't worry little buddy, I'll take Sly, you need to help Carmelita." Murray said as picked up Sly and put him on the couch. Murray was no doctor, but he remembered his first aid classes at school. This was only exhaustion, Carmelita needed the help of a true doctor, being Bentley.

Murray came back to Bentley and picked up Carmelita. We all know that Bentley can't. He proceeded to carry her to Sly's room, avid with trophies from his heists and pictures of the inspector.

Bentley immediately went to work, while Murray went back down to treat Sly. Bentley pulled up part of Carmelita's pants, only enough to see the wound. Believe it, he was very uncomfortable in doing so. He saw what he needed to do, and ran to his room for his surgical equipment. He came back and began to remove the bullet from her leg.

After and hour of repairing Carmelita's wounds, Bentley let out a sigh. She was okay, so he went downstairs to tell Murray. When he got downstairs, he also found Sly, up and about, and pacing nervously back and forth. At the sight of Bentley, or rather the sound him turning the handle to the door, Sly ran into the room past Bentley to see if his love was all right.

"Don't worry Sly, she'll be fine. She just needs rest." Bentley told him as he bent down over Carmelita's still form. "Just tell us, what happened?"

"I don't know, I saw walking towards her apartment, and then she collapsed. I couldn't risk going to the hospital or something, someone would recognize the two of us. I shudder to think what would happen to Carmelita if Interpol found out that she's with me." Sly said in a low whisper.

Bentley knew it then. Sly would be captured by police for her, or die for her. He shut the door, leaving Sly with Carmelita. Together as they were meant to be.

Bentley slowly walked back to Murray. "She'll tell us when she wakes up, for now, I need to see a few things on the net." He said in a low voice before going back to his laptop in a slight stagger.

Murray turned on the news, wondering if it would be there. It was.

"This just in, Chief John Robert Herschell of Interpol's Paris division was hit by a train early this morning..." The reporter continued as Murray called Bentley.

"Little buddy, you might want to see this."

So it continues. Sorry for the long wait, but I'm busy as hell.