A/N: So, I suck at updating stories. I lose muse easily, and I always get new ideas. Bad combo? I think so. Plus, I got severe writer's block for my other stories, and this story I have planned out more, so the writer's block won't be an issue. (: This is based off of an episode of Criminal Minds, but if you have never seen it, this story will be pretty awesome. Even if you have, you'll probably still enjoy it. 3

Chapter One: No Leads

If you asked Samantha Puckett six years earlier where she would be within the next ten years, she'd probably say in a deli, mooching off some ham and pork chops. If you told her she'd be at her own engagement party, she would deny it. And if you told her she would be getting engaged to Fredward Benson, she would probably laugh in your face. But when she looked in the mirror on the afternoon of September 5th, 2015, she knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be. She adjusted her mid-length blonde curls, and checked the mascara coating her top lashes. Everything had to be perfect for her engagement party that night. Freddie walked past her, smiling brightly at her and adjusting his shirt. He wasn't sure exactly how to dress to a party announcing their engagement, so he just went with semi-casual and hoped for the best. Sam dressed in a bright red dress, which landed just above the knee. The color of her dress matched perfectly with the tie Freddie was wearing, and her jewelry just had to match as well. Finally, they went off in their car to the party being held at a five star hotel in downtown Seattle.

The party went off to a great start, with the guests arriving at five, and the food and drinks being handed out promptly at six. The proposal had been announced by the banner hanging proudly above the front entrance, and the happy couple had spent the past hour accepting best wishes and congratulations from everyone. Sam was startled when she felt cold fingers tap her shoulder, but smiled when she saw that it was just Carly.

"Hey, stranger!" Carly said, her dark brown locks falling to her mid-back. She hadn't changed much in appearance or personality, which both Sam and Freddie were grateful for—to have one normal thing going on in their lives.

Ever since they had gotten together, things kept getting stranger. Things kept changing. Spencer got married to Sasha Striker, leaving Carly in the loft alone, which she didn't mind much, as she was already in college. Gibby got into Princeton—after applying three times. Mrs. Benson finally remarried to a local orthodontist named Ronnie. Lewbert even got his trademark wart removed! The only other two things that stayed the same were Griffin still collecting PeeWee babies, and Valerie still being a crazy psycho.

"Thanks for coming," Sam said, happily. She'd been un-naturally friendly since Freddie had officially asked her to be his girlfriend. Well, not to him, but to others around her, sure. "It must have been hard to convince Marie the Monster to let you take time off."

Carly had begun working at a fashion magazine, Strut, the year before, which was run by the one and only Marie McCabe, also known to Carly and Sam as Marie the Monster.

"Yeah, but I convinced her that the newest trend of plastic belt buckles wasn't nearly as important as seeing my two best friends for the first time in six months," Carly said. "I still can't believe that you're going to officially become Mrs. Fredward Benson in June."

"I still think she's in shock herself," Freddie said, coming back to the table with three drinks. "She a punched me when I proposed."

"Well, it'll be a great story to tell when we get older, now won't it?" Carly said, taking a sip of one of the blue colored drinks.

"And I'm sure your bruise will heal by then," Sam said, laughing.

Gibby walked over with his own fiancé, Lucy, a quirky redhead with a laugh that could shatter glass. Gibby was especially fond of her, and while she was a good-looking girl, the looks weren't worth "having to get a hearing aid before your forty" according to the gang.

"Congrats, guys!" Gibby said, Lucy giggling in the background. "Now you can join the club. The married club, you know? Ha, I made a joke."

Lucy laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Carly, Sam, and Freddie all cracked uncomfortable smiles.

Moving onto a different topic other than his aching ears, Freddie said, "It's a shame Spencer can't be here."

"Yeah, they had their baby last week, so he's probably still in shock," Carly said. "Oh, look it's Griffin!"

He walked over with a kick in his step, and something stuffed beneath his sweater.

"I had to get something special for the almost married couple!" he said, handing both Freddie and Sam matching PeeWee babies. "They're wearing matching outfits with rings on the back. I got them custom made. Now you can keep these in your living room, or something."

"Or something," Sam said, a nervous tone in her voice. Freddie smirked over at her.

He looked back at Griffin, saying, "Thanks, for the...Um, gift, Griffin. We'll be sure to put them up first thing when we get home."

"Yeah right," Sam coughed under her breath, Carly elbowing her in the side.

Suddenly, the deejay called over to the group.

"Whoever owns the 2009 blue Hyundai Senata, your alarm is going off," he said, trying to keep himself in full "deejay" mode.

"Oh, crap, that's our car," Freddie said, fumbling for the keys. "I'll get it now."

"Actually, you can stay here and talk to Griffin all about your favorite PeeWee babies. I'll go get the car," Sam said, taking the keys.

"You sure? It's sort of dark out there," Freddie said, pulling her back.

"Come on, Freddork, I haven't been scared of the dark since I was like, seven," Sam said, lying. She had not been scared of the dark since she was about twice that.

Sam pushed open the large double doors and walked out into the parking lot. It was dark, but it wasn't nearly as bad as Freddie was making it out to be. It was filled with large floodlights anyway.

She walked around the large, empty, parking lot, looking for the car. Once she found it, the alarm wouldn't stop with the push of the button on the key, so she decided to get in it and stop it manually.

Fumbling with the keys, she tried to open the door, when she suddenly felt someone come up behind her and hold a small cloth to her mouth. Everything suddenly went blurry, and she began to lose control of her legs. She tried to fight back, but he cut her arm with the key, breaking the heel of her shoe in the process. He pulled her into the backseat of the car, put the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot as fast as he could.

It had been over ten minutes. Freddie knew it didn't take that long to turn off the alarm. He told his friends he'd be right back, and walked into the parking lot. He looked for the car. He knew exactly what area he put the car in. E-A. But it was nowhere to be found. He looked at the ground where someone had left a mess. It was a sticky, red liquid, which he soon discovered to be blood. Not much, but enough to freak him out. Near the blood was the heel of Sam's shoe, and tire tracks that showed someone leaving fast enough to burn rubber.

He called nine-one-one, instinctively. When the police first arrived, they shook off the incident like it was just another runaway bride case. But when he pointed out the blood and broken heel, they decided to look into it.

Freddie couldn't sleep that night. He kept getting text messages from friends, and it was all too much for him.

Carly: She'll be ok. She probably just hurt herself and went 2 the hospital. Or something. D:

Gibby: Lucy and I just want U 2 know that ur in our prayers. 3

Griffin: I made you another custom beanie baby. It's not about grieving, don't worry. It's a get well soon bear. Cause Sam will come back. (:

The next morning, Freddie turned onto his side and flipped on the television, trying to drown his sorrows in something other than alcohol. He turned on the channel nine news, only to see a picture of Sam in the right hand corner. He turned up the television and tried his best to choke back tears.

"Samantha Puckett, a local medical student, has been missing since late last night, when she was taken from her own engagement party to local law student, Fredward Benson," the woman on the TV said. "They aren't giving much information on the topic, but they will say that they have no leads yet in the case."

A/N: We will see her again, guys! Seriously, like in the next chapter. It's just Freddie and the Gang who will have to wait a while to see her again. This story will probably only be four chapters, so review, review, review for the next chapter. Also, give me some ideas for the names of the detectives working the case. I need three. I would use the CM characters, but I don't want to make a crossover. D:

-- Kaylah :D