iDidn't Die

Disclaimer: i don't own iCarly, French food, or the Seattle police department

Chapter 1

Sam's POV:

Freddie and I had been dating since we were 15. He confessed his love to me on the fire escape after I went there to get away from him. He told me that he loved me and was over Carly. We kissed. Then we started dating. We were going steady within the week. By the time we were 17, we were each others first time. At twenty-one he proposed, I said yes, we were married in 6 months. We love each other, and nothing will ever change that. We are now both twenty-eight and are cops in Seattle. We went into law enforcement because if "together we can do anything" then why not help the public. Guess whose idea that was. But we are happy, and tonight is our 7 year anniversary and he is taking me to a French restaurant where we went when we first started dating.

"Ready to go honey?" he yells from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yell back down. And we head off for our date. We have a magical time at the restaurant, the food is amazing and dessert is sublime. But Freddie says the nights not over yet. We go for a walk toward a tall pier overlooking lake Washington.

"You know if I could do it over again I wouldn't change a thing." He says while still looking out over the lake. "I wouldn't change a single detail."

"Do what over again?" I ask looking up at him. I'm confused what does he mean.

"Our relationship, our lives," his voice cracks slightly and a tear runs down his cheek, shimmering in the moonlight, "not one moment." He chokes out. He turns to me, he is struggling to hold back tears but failing as silent streams run down both his cheeks. I'm officially scared now. What's upsetting him?

"Freddie what's wrong?" I question him not even attempting to hide the worry in my voice.

"I love you, Sam." He whispers, just barely audible. "I love you so much. Don't ever forget that."

"Freddie your scaring me." I say with tears stinging my eyes. What's going on, what is he not telling me?

"Just tell me you love me too." He rushes out, taking hold of both of my hands in his, tears still silently streaming down his face. I don't understand, I've told him hundreds of times that I loved him. What is this about?

"I love you too." I say with worry still in my voice. Suddenly he smiles and stops crying. He lets go of one of my hands that he's still holding to wipe his face on the sleeve of his tux. He sniffs once then looks up at me.

"Thank you, Sam, I needed that." I smile too, knowing that what ever was the matter is now over. Suddenly there is screaming nearby, we both look up to see a man running toward us, with a purse in one hand and a pistol in the other a woman is behind him yelling for help. The robber gets close enough to notice us. He doesn't seem to care at first, but as I reach into my purse to grab the Glock I keep with me for certain emergencies like this, he points the gun at me. He's close enough to get a direct hit and I flinch when I hear a gunshot. I wait a second but don't feel any pain. I look up to see Freddie in front of me and a growing red mark on his back, which is to me. I get up and in front of him and he backs up to the edge of the pier, until his back hits the safety rim. His shirt is covered in blood and his face shows more horror than pain. I look him in the eye afraid for him myself. So paralyzed with fear that I can't move. He can't die here, that's not how it goes. He looks at me and I see the fear in his face as well.

"Sam, I- I lov…" and then his face went blank and he fell over the edge. Suddenly I could move again and I ran at him screaming his name. But I was too late. He fell over the edge, falling hundreds of feet, into lake Washington.

Freddie's POV:

Months ago I was contacted by a man, Agent Johnson of the CIA said they had a mission but needed my expertise to complete it. I asked them if they could just use one of their own for this mission but that they needed me. He said they studied up on me, how I never left a squad member or partner behind and that I was an excellent field agent. Apparently, loyalty is hard to come by in the CIA. I was curious so I asked what the mission was. Apparently, I was to go undercover with a whole squad as part of the Russian Mafia operating in Washington. I would become a part of it, then give the secrets to the CIA then my squad and multiple other strike teams would simultaneously destroy the Russian Mafia in Washington. The only problem was that to go this deep undercover, Freddie Benson would have to die. If I faked my own death then i would leave my family my friends and most importantly Sam behind, so I told them no. they responded either Freddie Benson "dies" or Sam and I could spend the rest of our lives in prison for suspected treason, my choice. I couldn't do that to Sam, so I agreed to do the job on one condition, I didn't "die" until after my anniversary with Sam. They were fine with that.

On the night of our anniversary, I secretly administered the drug that would slow my heart rate down to undetectable levels during dinner. it would take a few hours to take affect. When we reached the Pier, I couldn't take it anymore, Sam had to know how much I loved her. My emotions started to show, I can't help but cry, I just need her to say she loves me one more time. When she does i feel better, ready to "die" soon the act that Agent Johnson had told me about began to take place. The fake robber running toward us, wait, oh no, Sam has her Glock on her. I thought I told her not to bring it. This CIA goon isn't about to die, he aims the gun at Sam, I get in the way and take the bullet, which is much easier to do when wearing a bulletproof vest, with fake blood packets on it. i back up toward the edge as was scripted but i cant go without telling Sam i loved her one more time.

"Sam, I- I lov..." but that was all i got out, then the drug took hold, and everything went black.

Please review, how else am i going to know how good i am (or bad). Please don't go too hard on me either, it's my first story, but constructive criticism would be great.