A/N: Here it is, Carmelita's POV, and the final chapter of this short story of mine! ENJOY!

The Helicopter Ride: Chapter 2: Carmelita's POV:

I confronted Sly, notifying that all three of them were under arrest. But wait, what? Sly is surrendering for his friends? Well, OK, at least I get Sly. I get Sly taken into custody, I get my job back, as well as a promotion, everything's great. Or is it?

I cuffed Sly, and we stepped into the helicopter, driven by Inspector Barkley. I sat him down in his seat and un handcuffed him, and I sat down in my patted seat right in front of him. The helicopter took off, and for a few brief moments, we both sat in complete silence, nothing more than whispers from Barkley and his copilot sounded in the thin sky air that flowed through the windows.

What's with that raccoon? What's with that smile? That calm attitude, even though that he's been beaten? I just don't get it. What's with him?

Moreover, what's with this feeling that I'm feeling right now? I always knew he was in love with me, the evidence is completely obvious, but could it be…I feel the same way for him? NO! No. What am I thinking? That's impossible! How could I have feelings for a two-bit dirty rotten thief like that?

After a few minutes both of us began to lighten up, and we began talking. It was…..unbelievable how much we had in common. We talked about all sorts of things: Music, anime, video games, cartoons, tv shows, movies: I even pulled out the special bottle that I'd kept for the occasion of his arrest. Nothing too shabby, just 10 bottles of shampane…I usually drink more myself anyways. It was almost as if we were on a first date….no, no, NO! I can't be thinking of things like that. He's just a thief….I'm just a cop…..that's the way it's meant to be….isn't it?

I don't know what to think anymore. Either way, we could never be. My ancestors have been with the law ever since my ancestor Abubakar was the chief guard for the Pharaoh, chasing after his ancestor Slytunkhamen Cooper ll, and his gang of thieves. Even if I had feelings for him, it could never be….never…

But still…..what if…..?

No. I have to clear this out of my head. I'm taking Sly Cooper to jail right now, where he'll spend the rest of his life, and probably get the death penalty eventually for his crimes.

Why am I having these thoughts? He's a THIEF! A THIEF! He steals from innocent people for his own personal gain. He runs away from the authorities just to continue his selfish criminal activities with his pals. But…..then why? If he's really that bad, why am I having these thoughts? Is there truly something inside me that longs for him? Wishes for him? Wants to be close to him? Wants to hug him, to kiss him, to never let him go, no matter what happens, even at the expense of my own job?

NOOOOOOO! What in the hell am I saying? He's a thief! I've been against thieving my whole life! Why would I just all of a sudden want to be with a thief, the very thief I've been trying to capture for years I might add, and put my career in jeopardy?

But still….I wonder…..I just wonder…