Here is chapter six! So I named the cocky gangster Paul after Paul Ricca like pinkxjellybean and thegirlinthebigbox said that he reminded them of him. This is the first time I've updated it in a long time and the reason is that school just got let out, last week I had rookie camp for four hours everyday from eight in the morning to twelve in the afternoon, so I was tired since it was outside. Plus, I have an eye infection in both my eyes and I haven't been able to see that well at all. Today is the first day I can actually see pretty well. So I hope you like this chapter. :)

Chapter Six

"Why are we outside?" I asked nobody in particular.

"To go to the Air and Space Museum," Capone said as he kept walking.

"I know that, but couldn't we have just gone underneath it and get there that way instead of just going outside?"

"We could, but then you would slow us down by looking at everything and then we would end up lost," the cocky gangster said bitterly, his nose was turning a darker color.

"What did I ever do to you?" I asked him and he turned around to face me.

"You hit me!" he practically yelled.

"You shouldn't have touched me while I was asleep!" I retorted.

"Charlotte, Paul, will you two please shut up?" Al said, turning around to face us.

"Fine," I huffed and handed him back his coat. He rolled his eyes and started walking again, muttering something about women. I stopped walking until I was behind everyone. I was tired, hurt, and hungry. We never did eat the Chinese takeout food Uncle Larry brought.

"Mr. Capone, wait!" A voice yelled. I turned and saw Ivan and Napoleon with their people coming towards us. Ivan and Napoleon walked towards Capone and their people mixed in with the gangsters. I took several steps back until I was behind all of them again. Some of them looked at me strangely, but I ignored them. They started walking again and my knees were beginning to hurt from the cuts. In addition, I was getting an awful headache. However, the night air felt good, it did not help that I was sleep deprived or the mood I was in. I hate this; I groaned inwardly, I should not be walking this much at this time in the morning. I stopped walking and sat down on the cool sidewalk. I lied down and rested my head on the sidewalk. The coolness was slightly helping my head and I felt a little better as I closed my eyes. I heard footsteps getting closer to me and they stopped by my head.

"Don't touch me," I warned whoever was near me, my eyes still closed.

"Come on, Charlotte," I heard Al say gently.

"No," I argued.

"Why?" He asked. He was being really nice about me lying down.

"I'm tired, hurt, hungry, and I have a headache."

"Well, you're going to have to get up."

"No, I want to lie down," I argued.

"Fine, come on," I felt arms going underneath me and pick me up.

"Put me down," I said, but I didn't mean it. I was really comfortable in his arms.

"No, you're coming with us." Al said firmly, but gently.

"Fine," I sighed.

"And please get along with Paul."

"Who's that?"

"The person you hit in the nose."

"He shouldn't have touched me."

"Why did that happen?"

"I have good reflexes and that's why people never touch or shake me when they want me to wake up." I heard other footsteps behind us and I saw that Capone was ahead of everyone else as I opened my eyes.

"I have a question for you." I said.

"What is it?"

"Why didn't we go under the buildings? It would've better than going outside."

"Because Kahmunrah said to go after the guy."

"My uncle Larry," I corrected him.

"Yeah," Al said, his accent was very noticeable then. "Now, I got a question for you."

"Okay, it's only fair."

"Why'd you take off my coat?"

"I was irritated."

"You don't seem so now."

"I have mood swings because I'm sleep deprived and hungry." I answered.

"Boss, why is she still here," Paul asked.

"I have a name, you know."

"Her name is Charlotte and she's still here because she needs to get the guy to Kahmunrah." At that, my heart kind of sank. It was weird; I mean I barely knew him and I shouldn't be feeling like he wanted me around because I thought he liked me. He probably doesn't like me. I shook my head and looked towards the upcoming building of the Air and Space Museum. "Paul, leave before she starts to argue with you again."

"Okay, boss," and he walked back to the other gangsters. Ivan and Napoleon were in front of them, but were behind us.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked me.

"Nothing, why?"

"You shook your head."

"That doesn't mean something is the matter with me." He sighed and we got closer to the museum. The lights were shining inside and I could see the exhibits moving inside. When we were about ten feet away from the entrance when Capone stopped.

"Why did you stop?" I asked him. He ignored me and waited for Ivan and Napoleon to catch up.

"I think we should go around back and get in that way," Capone said.

"Why?" Paul asked.

"Do you want them to see us too soon?" Ivan asked in his thick Russian accent.

"Yes," I piped in.

"Well, the rest of us don't," Al said, looking at me. I sighed and looked up at him.

"Can I at least be allowed to walk?" He put me down and I stretched my legs.

"Come on," and I all but skipped to the side of the building. "Aren't you coming?'

"Yeah, but I thought you were tired." Capone looked a little confused at my actions.

"Yes, and that means I'm sleep deprived. When I'm sleep deprived, I can be tired or not. It depends on my mood."

"Women," I heard Capone mutter. The guys all nodded their heads in agreement.

"You know I can hear you," I said. Al smirked at me and walked over towards me.

"But you know it's true," he said, putting an arm around my waist.

"No, I don't," and walked out of his arm.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked.

"Men," I sighed, rolling my eyes, mimicking him.

"What did I do?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"I want to know."

"You're not going to." I walked over to the back entrance and tried to open it. "It's locked." Capone walked over to the door pushed the door and it opened. He walked past me and smirked again. Why does he have to do that to me? I don't want to like him unless he likes me back. I hate it when I like a guy but he doesn't feel the same way. I walked in after him and the others followed. Once they were all in, Al, Ivan, and Napoleon started planning their next move. I started walking and looking around until I wound up next to Al. He glanced over at me and looked away to continue his conversation. Ivan saw me and beckoned me over to them. I walked over to him and stood between him and Napoleon.

"Now, this Daley person is your relative?" He asked me in his thick accent.

"Yes, he's my uncle."

"Now, do you think he knows the combination to the tablet?"

"I'm not sure." I asked, not knowing where this conversation is going. "Why?"

"To see if we need to give him more time to figure it out," Napoleon answered.

"Unless you know something about the combination that he doesn't know right now," Capone said. He might be hinting at what I said earlier when I figured it out.

"I don't know anything about it," I lied. Lying is something that can be very easy for me and it isn't good. It's just so natural for me and it's because of what happened last year when I got into trouble a lot. I walked away before he could say anything else and looked around again. It looked like we were a hanger where they take in the planes or fix them up. I saw a familiar person. "Uncle—" Somebody had put their hand over my mouth. I turned around and saw Paul there with his somewhat broken nose.

"Don't you dare bite me," he hissed at me. I glared at him and tried to get out of his grip. Nobody noticed and they weren't looking at us. I tried to say something, but it came out muffled. I tried moving again, but he wrapped an arm around my stomach. I stepped on his foot and elbowed him in the stomach. He quickly let go of me and I walked away from him.

"Don't do that again," I warned him. I really, really dislike him.

"Charlotte, come on," Al said. I walked over to him and just glad to be away from Paul. "We're going down."

"Down where?"

"Under the building."

"And may I ask why?"

"It'll give your uncle more time."

"I thought you wanted to get him to Kahmunrah so you can take over the world."

"Oui, but monsieur—"

"No need to go into detail," Capone interrupted.

"And why not?"

"Because I said so."

"And since when are you the boss of me?"

"There's no time to argue," Ivan said. He walked over to this door and walked in. I followed him and saw that there was stairs leading up and down. He went over to the down stairs and once again, I followed him. Everybody's footsteps were echoing in the stairway and, well, it was loud. They were all passing me because I hate stairs so I have to look down when I go down them.

"Why are you going so slow?" A very familiar voice asked.

"Because I'm very uncoordinated and I hate stairs." I answered, not looking up.

"Do you know why Paul was leaning over?"

"I elbowed him."

"Why?"

"He shouldn't have put his hand on my mouth."

"Why did he do that?" He looked very confused.

"I saw my uncle Larry." Capone was in front of me now and his coat was on his shoulders. I felt my foot catch my other shoe and I started to fall forward. Before I could make a sound or try to balance myself, Al caught and steadied me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, told you I was uncoordinated." I looked up and noticed his face was several inches away from mine. I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine. It seemed like he was leaning in slowly.

"Capone, hurry up!" Napoleon yelled. I dropped my gaze from his face to feet and I heard him sigh. He let go of me and started walking again. I followed him, but kept my head down. I felt embarrassed and a little shy, which is strange for me because I'm never shy. We came to the end of the stairs and there was an elevator. Everybody was in front of it and some had some very confused faces on.

"Why are you standing around?" Al asked as I got off the last stair and stood beside him.

"We have to use this thing, but we don't know what it is," Ivan answered.

"It's an elevator." I replied.

"Which is what?"

"It takes people or items up and down faster than stairs."

"Do you know how to use it?"

"Of course, but I don't want to go in it."

"Why?"

"Well, there are a lot of people that have to go in it and I can get very claustrophobic and I don't think that me going in there would be a good idea."

"What's claustrophobic?" Ivan asked.

"It's the fear of being in small or enclosed areas. So being in the elevator with all these people wouldn't be good for me."

"What would happen if you were?"

"It's different for everyone."

"What would happen to you?"

"I would faint, start hyperventilating, panicking, or do all three." I answered.

"How come there's so many things wrong with you?" Paul asked.

"I'm just different from everybody else."

"Charlotte, come and show us how to get in the elevator," Napoleon said. I walked towards the elevator and pressed the up button, which lit up to a yellow color. We waited and you could the mechanics inside working. Soon, the doors opened and I turned around to look at them.

"You can go in now." They all went in slowly and looked at the small space.

"I never realized how short those pants were on you," Paul said. Capone must have overheard because he slapped him on the back of his head. I walked in before Al, but after Paul. I got stuck with the corner by the buttons and I pressed the first floor button. "You know, you look really good." Paul continued, looking at my legs and was getting closer to me.

"Now remember Mr. So-and-so, I'm a lady," I said, quoting a movie based on a play from Anne Frank. Capone heard me and did a gesturing motion towards him. I squeezed past Paul and walked over to Al. I finally realized how crowded it was in there and I didn't feel so great. The elevator made a sound and jerked, causing me to go forward. I fell right into Capon and his gun. "Ow!"

"Are you okay?" He asked me, holding my elbows so he could steady me. I nodded my head and kept my eyes closed. He pulled me towards him and I could feel his arms around my waist. I put my head against his shoulder and put my arms around his neck. I felt the elevator slowly move and it was going really slow. I hate elevators even more than stairs. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, just the claustrophobia setting in," I said shakily, slowly opening my eyes. I looked around and caught Al's eye. I looked at him and he looked back again. Before he could do anything, the bell of the elevator dinged. Again, he sighed and I looked down. The doors opened and I let go of his neck. He let go of me and I walked out first.

"Almost," a French voice said. I looked around and saw Napoleon.

"What do you mean?"

"I see the way he looks at you and how you look at him."

"I don't look at him in any way."

"If you say so," he shrugged and walked away. I started thinking about what he said. Does Capone like me? Do I like him? I was deep in thought about this when I interrupted in my deep thinking.

"Charlotte, we need to go get him now," Capone said.

"Hey, there they are!" Somebody shouted. We turned and I saw Uncle Larry with the redhead.

"Come on!" They started to run after them and they started to run. I tried to keep up with them, but knees still hurt and we had to run up stairs. I managed to catch up with them, but they stopped because there were these people blocking them. I recognized their uniforms; they were the Tuskegee airmen. I pushed my way up towards Al and it seemed that they were getting impatient. He threw his coat at me and I caught it.

"They're getting away," and he started to push his way through. His gangsters started to help him and so did Napoleon and Ivan. I saw Uncle Larry and the redhead going to this airplane that I think is a replica of the Wright brothers'. They finally made their way through the airmen and were on the next floor. I followed them, but as soon as I was next to them, I was push down on the floor.

"Charlotte!" I heard Uncle Larry yelled. I would have gotten up, but somebody was holding me and I had a feeling who it was.

"You can let go of me now," I said. The arms around me quickly disappeared and I got up. "Oh, here's your coat," and I handed it back. He took it and put it back on his shoulders. He got up and looked around.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Kahmunrah wouldn't have liked it if you got hit by the airplane," He said somewhat lamely and he didn't meet my eyes when he said it.

"Well, what are we going to do now?" Ivan the Terrible asked.

"See why he was here. Maybe he found the answer," Capone said. Everybody nodded and started to question people. "Charlotte?"

"Yes?"

"Can I talk to you?"

"Sure, what do you need to talk about?"

"In private," he added.

"Okay, where?"

"Follow me," and he began to walk. I followed him and he was looking around for a place. He saw an open door and walked over towards it and I followed him. Turns out it was a closet. "I hope this won't trigger your thing."

"What thing?"

"The thing with the small rooms and spaces."

"My claustrophobia," I nodded my head. "I don't think it will. So what do you need to talk about?"

"I don't know how to put this." He closed the door and turned on the little light bulb that most storage closets have inside. He looked at me and started pacing.

"Well, do your best." A million thoughts were going through my head right now, but only a certain one kept reappearing.

"You can irritate me to no end," Oh, okay so it wasn't what I thinking. "But then again, you make me feel something the complete opposite." There are plenty of feelings that are the opposite of irritation. "Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Um, sure," I replied. He sighed and stopped pacing.

"I might love you," He said somewhat quickly.

"Might?" I asked.

"I think I may."

"Think?"

"Okay, I do love you." That was big news.

"You do?" I was in total shock. I barely knew him and he barely knew me. I thought he would say that he liked me, but not love.

"How many times do I have to say it?"

"Do you mean it?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Plenty of guys say it and don't mean it."

"Of course I mean it." He walked over to me and put his hands on my hips. "I know we don't really know each other, but I know that I do."

"You know, you're supposed to be some tough gangster leader, but you're just a big teddy bear on the inside," I said without thinking. I looked at him and smirked.

"What did you say?" he asked looking at me and smirking.

"Oh, nothing." He didn't say anything else about it, but instead lowered his head down to mine. His lips met mine and he brushed his against mine. I reacted on instinct. My eyes closed and my arms went around his neck. He pulled away slowly and my eyes opened. I looked at him and he looked back. He leaned down again and kissed me. I kissed him back and was thinking that I might love him back.

So, that was the sixth chapter and I tried to make Al Capone show some emotion towards Charlotte and I hope it turned out good.