This story is AU like no tomorrow. it is a Tasha/Sam story. man i love them. They are written ooc this chapter for a reason, stressful events, but it'll all be cool. review?
A young girl sat alone in a dimly lit room. No more than three years old, rocking back and forth obviously scared.
"I want my mommy." she whispers. A taller figure turns to her with a smile.
"Don't worry sweetie, I'm gonna take good care of you and you wont have to worry about mommy anymore." it says. The voice indistinct, the face hidden behind shadows.
"I want my mommy." the little girl says again, still sounding afraid. The figure yells.
"She don't want you!" the little girls eyes change from a bright frightened blue to an angry, almost hate filled gray.
"I want my mommy! Take me to my mommy!" she yells standing up. The figure covers it's ears.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" it yells slapping the little girl several times before she falls to the ground with a soft thump. She lays on her side, three year old eyes filled with pain.
"Mommy...." she whispers out.
"Hey Sam!" rock star Samantha Puckett is pulled out of her musing by her best friend Freddie Benson. He seems out of breath and panicked. She immediately stood.
"What's wrong?" she asks. He bends over, taking a few deep breaths.
"Ashleigh, she's missing." he says. Sam feels her world stop.
"Wh-what?" she stutters. This couldn't be happening. She felt herself panic.
"I-I dunno! She was at the daycare center, everything was fine when I dropped her off but I go there and she's gone!" Freddie yells frantically. "Carly's a mess." he adds quietly. He turns around and punches a wall with a raged yell. "I let my little girl get taken Sam!" he yells, worried about his only daughter. Sam takes a few calming breaths.
"Calm down Freddie, just....calm down." she says. He turns to her with fire raging inside of his soul.
"My wife's a mess and my daughters missing and you want me to calm down?!" he asks angrily. Sam's eyes darken, to a deep gray color.
"Yes." she states calmly. He just shakes his head.
"Sorry if I can't do that Sam. This is serious." he says. She holds back a smart remark and calmly sits back down.
"I know it is but you're not gonna get anything done when you're like this." she tries to reason with him.
"You wouldn't understand how I feel right now Sam, you ca-" she stands up and stalks to him, a look of murder in her eyes.
"How easily we forget how my god-daughter got here in the first place Fredward. Don't you tell me I don't understand because I understand perfectly, but I also understand that when you're frantic you can't think straight and nobody gets found like that." she says lowly in a deadly voice. The look in her says nothing about right now is a joke. Freddie sighs.
"I'm so-"
"Have you called the police?" Sam asks. He shakes his head. She rolls her eyes. "Then why are you here?!" she bellows. He blinks.
"Bye." he says before running off. She sighs heavily and stares at the desk in her home office. Her cellphone rings and she picks up, holding in all emotion.
"Hello?" she questions.
'Ah, Sam, baby, look I your concert is a go, al=' she cuts her agent off.
"Cancel every show until further notice." she says. Her agent snickers.
'I almost thought you were forreal. Now, li-' she stops her again.
"Look Morg, right now just isn't a good time. I'm gonna go MIA for a little while then we'll talk tour dates." she responds.
'What?! You ca='
"Goodbye Morgan." she says hanging up on her frantic agent. She puts her hands in her head with a heavy sigh. "God this is going to be hell." she mutters.
Later that evening.......
a knock on her door pulls her out of her musing yet again. Sam frowns and looks up. When did the sun go down? She silently thinks looking out her front door. She opens it up to see one of the most beautiful women she's ever encountered. And she's encountered a lot. She is a rock star after all.
"Samantha Puckett?" the beauty questions.
"Uh, yeah." she replies. The woman looks like she's about to pass out.
"Oh, god, I didn't think that I'd, oh wow um.....I'm Detective Tasha Jones and I have some questions for you." Tasha says. Sam's eyes widen.
"Oh, you must be the detective on Ashleigh's case." Sam says stepping aside. "Come on in." she says. Tasha smiles and walks inside. Sam is about to shut the door when a loud 'hey' resounds. She opens the door back up.
"And I'm Detective Marlon Coleman." a tall, rugged man with a souther drawl says. She opens the door fully.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." Sam apologizes. Marlon grumbles under his breath.
"I'm sure you didn't. Goddamn rock stars think they run everything...." Sam just blinks and turns back to Tasha. She takes a seat on the couch and motions for the detectives to do the same.
"Where were you this morning around..."Marlon pauses to look at his notepad. "Nine thirty five?" he asks. Sam scrunches up her nose to recall.
"Having breakfast with my brother, Spencer Shay." she says. Detective Coleman nods and takes this note.
"Where was that?" Tasha asks, in business mode unlike earlier when she seemed star struck.
"Over at the waffle house just up on Ruins Boulevard." she replies. Tasha nods also taking notes.
"You hungry?" the figure asks. The toddler in the room nods,
"Yes." she whispers. The person leaves and comes back with a bowl of cereal.
"Here ya go sweetie." the person says. The little girl eyes the bowl.
"My mommy said I not 'pose ta eat stuff from a stranger." she replies.
"Well, I just called your mommy and she said it was ok." the person replies.
"Are you sure?" the toddler asks. The person in the dark nods.
"Oh yeah. And anyway, we're family cus you're mommy's my cousin." it says, face still unseen.
"Really? Was you're name?" the little one asks,
"I'll tell ya later."
"Thank you Ms. Puckett." Marlon says standing up. "If you remember anything that could help us, please call." he says. Sam nods looking a little shaken.
"Alright." she says.
"We're going to do everything we can to find your niece." Tasha says. Sam just nods, not really hearing what's being said.
"Thanks." she says closing the door. She goes to sit on the couch once again but the phone rings. "Hello." she answers.
"Hey Sam." it was her sister, Carly Shay, on the other line.
"Hey Carls. How are you?" she asks. Carly takes a deep shaky breath.
"Worried. Scared. Hopeful." she answers.
"They're gonna find her soon. I'm sure of it." Sam lied. In reality she wasn't sure of much of anything. She pauses. "Hey Carls?" she tries.
"Yeah?" Carly replies.
"Two detectives just left my house....." she trails off.
"Ok?" Carly replies, confused about the line of thought her sister was in.
"They think I did it." Sam says. Carly almost scoffs.
"Why do you think that?" Carly asks. Sam shrugs even though she knows Carly can't see her.
"I dunno, it was their face. It said a lot about what they were thinking but wouldn't say." she replies.
"Well, that's crazy." Carly says.
"Car-"
"I know it wasn't you Sam." Carly says. She starts to tear up again, "But they will find her and whoever did this, right?" she asks. Sam puts on a watery smile.
"Of course they will." she lies yet again. Although, she hopes this lie turns into the truth.
"I gotta go. I'll call you in the morning." Carly says in a rush. She hangs up before Sam can even reply. Sam sits there, staring at her home phone for a while before hanging up. She has a deep sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, as if her life about to get turned upside down.
"What do you think?" Tasha asks as she and Marlon walk through the parking lot from Spencer Shay's apartment.
"She's definitely a suspect." he says simply. "She just gives off this vibe like she's hiding something and that Spencer guy just said their breakfast was over by nine o clock." he adds.
"So that would mean that her alibi doesn't add up." Tasha finishes Marlon's thought. He nods but looks as if he doesn't quite believe it himself.
"But I don't think we should do anything just cus her alibi doesn't add up." he says. Tasha sighs and rolls her eyes.
"You say that Every time there's a possible suspect with a pretty face." she says getting in on the drivers side of their car. He snorts.
"Yeah, cus you didn't just about cream your pants when she opened the door." he says getting in on the passenger side. She rolls her eyes at her partner's bluntness.
"That's just cus I didn't know that Samantha Puckett was Sam 'Puck It." she replies. Marlon just rolls his eyes.
"Whatever. And what's up with her anyway?" he asks. Tasha puts the car in gear and starts to drive off.
"What do you mean?" she asks. He shrugs.
"I dunno, I always thought rock stars were egotistical bitches. She's so.....mellow and humble." he says. Tasha shrugs.
"Its not nice to stereotype." she says. He just shoots her a look. "I'm sorry, I forgot you don't really care." she says. They continue to joke and laugh until Tasha's phone rings.
"Jones here." she answers.
'Tj, you wont believe this.' the voice starts.
"What is it Gibby?" she asks.
'You know that rock chick, uh....Sam pork rind......Sam pork chop...' he attempts to remember her name. Tasha smiles.
"Puck It, Gibby." she corrects.
'Whatever, she's the one on this surveillance tape from that daycare center. She's shown coming in, signing the log, and walking out of there with little Ashleigh Benson.' he says. Tasha's hand tightens on the steering wheel.
"What time does it have?" she questions. The line is quiet for a few minutes
'nine thirty one am, Thursday March fifteenth two thousand seventeen.' he replies. Tasha sighs.
"that's todays date." she replies.
'yup. Might wanna swing by chief's cus he's got the warrant ready and everything.' Gibby says. Tasha hangs up her phone turning to her partner.
"Looks like our pretty face is goin to jail." she says. Marlon frowns confused.
"Noway." he says. She nods sadly.
"Way." she says making a turn headed towards the station to get their warrant. They both still had a feeling though, a feeling that Sam was innocent.
"Gah, who the hell is this a stupid o clock in the mornin?" Sam asks her self making her way to the front door. "It's midnight, if you're not dead or dyin, I'm gonna beat ya til ya are." she growls. She hates being woken up. She flings the door open to see the detectives standing there. "May I help you?" she asks annoyed. Tasha throws her a sad smile,
"Samantha Puckett, you are under arrest for the kidnapping of Ashleigh Benson. You have the r-" Sam doesn't hear anything else, she stands there in shock and allows herself to be handcuffed. As she's walking outside, she wonders, what the hell is going on.
"Are you gonna take me home soon?" the little girl asks for the fourth time in the hour.
"No sweetie, I'm your new family now." a figure says. The person steps out from the dark finally and is revealed to be a young man, no older than twenty.
"Uncle Devon?" the little girl questions.
"That's right Sam, it's uncle Devon." he replies. "But you can call me dad from now on." he told her. It was in that moment, that a three year old Sam Puckett's life changed.