iOMG never happened thus iLMM and iDS&F never happened aswell.

This is the same story so plot changes but I felt like I could do better on some of the chapters. Make them longer, better descriptions, make them more 'American'. I know I can do better. i would like to thank the person who commented first, the constructive critisism was very well accepted, thank-you and i have tried to do some of the thigs you said in the next chapters! It is the first 5 chapters probably which I will change.

Disclaimer: i dont own iCarly, i only own the plot.

enjoy...

I strutted into HQ with a smug grin on my face. Another case solved and a criminal put away.

I had my golden locks scraped back into a tight ponytail with only a bit of blusher, eye liner, mascara and lip gloss on. I had my favourite black skinny jeans gripping to my legs and my black stiletto heels clicking with every new step I took. I took off my new black leather jacket and threw it at the receptionist, covering her face.

"morning Sam" the receptionist groaned and dragged the jacket off her face, dumping it on the floor and sorting out her hair
"Klara" I said not really caring, taking out my phone and checking if I had any texts.
"It's Kirah" I heard her huff but I had got a text off by my boss, so I was already sauntering off in the direction of his office

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I closed the door of the office and quickly turned to the oversized chair behind the desk. I strode over and slumped into the leather couch set in front of the desk.

"Another case closed I guess then Sam?" my boss, James, asked swivelling round James
Bond style on his chair, with an eyebrow rose

"yep, I don't think she'll be killing people anymore"

"she?" he sounded surprised. He leaned forward, linked his fingers and rested them on the desk. "I thought it was their boss"

"Nope, it was the first victims ex-girlfriend and 2nd victims 'best friend', turns out they were going out they told her and... She didn't take it very well" I put air quotes around best friend because... well hey I bet a life's supply of fat cakes that they're not friends anymore. I was just about to explain the rest of the case when the piercing sound of the siren went off in the lab (A/N I don't know if this is true, but when the siren goes off it means that there is another crime/murder happening)

I flew up out of my chair and sprinted to the reception, nearly running into several people on the way and successfully running into three (it was their fault). When I got there my team was assembling and I got told the situation, nodded and grabbed my jacket off... Kayla? We dashed to the parking lot, hopped in my 4x4 with Izzy and with the screech of tires we were racing to the scene.

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Izzy is probably my best friend in the CSI. She is probably the most like me, personality-wise; another person can be without actually being me. She has really pale skin and straight dark brown hair which makes her look even paler than she really is. I have lived with her in an apartment in Miami since I left Seattle. Carly joined us two years later after she completed her degree in medicine.

I decided I wanted to move out of Seattle when I was about fifteen, I didn't tell Carly though; she would've freaked. I got offered a job in Miami by my mum's ex-boyfriend (he was the chief inspector) when I was eighteen after he saw me win at ultimate paintball again. He also thought it was going to make my mom love him more but it failed, miserably. She broke up with him the next week for a plumber, but I kept the job none the less. It was purely coincidence (I think) that Carly got a job here too.

When I was eighteen I searched all over the internet for a cheap apartment, and found someone wanting a roommate, it was Izzy. I moved here a few weeks after my nineteenth birthday, and I am twenty-two now, so I have lived here for about three years, but I already know all the back streets, all of the supermarkets and the best places for fat cakes and bacon (it is five blocks away from our apartment building, not four blocks five. The shop four blocks away is owned by someone who thinks he is a dolphin).

Carly went out with the dolphin's son, who was actually quite regular and doesn't smell like a fish. Ah Carly… the goody two shoes of Ridgeway is still as girly as ever. She has a job as a doctor in Miami General Hospital and apparently she has a gift for helping people. Who would have thought a girl who hates anything wet and sticky would work all day with blood?

On another note, I have kept in touch with most of our old friends from ridgeway: Gibby, Tasha, Wendy the list goes on. All but one. I haven't kept in touch with Freddie and I don't know why.

I think about him nonstop, whenever I'm working, shopping... eating. I always think of calling him, but whenever I gather up the nerve to call him I get up to getting my phone typing in his number... Then I just freak out. What would I say: 'hey sorry I haven't spoken to you in four years but do you want to hang out sometime?' I don't even know where he lives or what his job is.

I miss him. His chocolate eyes, his cute smile, his perfect hair. Yeah it's fair to say I have a slight crush of that certain nub. A cute and handsome nub.

We left on good terms though…

~#~FLASHBACK~#~

I opened the fire escape window; the cool dusk wind hit my face, blowing my hair all over. I came out because I needed to think. I sat down on the old beach chair which has been here ever since that one night on fire escape. I put my head in my hands and started to rub my temples.

My flight was tomorrow, one way to Miami. I had a little goodbye party at the Shay's apartment with only close friends. After an emotional goodbye, I came out here to clear my thoughts, to think if I actually want to leave. It is like leaving the only family which was nice to me.

I heard a creaking behind me, my head shot up and I quickly stood and spun to see the one person I didn't want to see. Freddie. He was the reason I was out here. He is the reason I don't want to leave.

"You should go" those three words cut me like a knife. There are three other words I wanted him to say instead. I huffed and turned back to the city lights, leaning on the railing on my forearms. He came beside me, stared at me my face and watched as a single tear trickled of my face.

"I have known you for more than ten years, I know you are rethinking this decision. I also know you have wanted to move since you were fifteen Sam, move to somewhere else. Seattle is not big enough for Sam Puckett" he said looking out into Seattle taking in the vast maze of lights in front of him.

"What if I don't make it? I end up living on the streets or worse, like my mom?" I questioned

"I'm always here for you" my heart broke knowing I was leaving him behind. I am grateful to have a friend like Freddie.

"We have some good memories here" I said looking out to Seattle like he was. His emotion was indescribable "mmhm" he agreed. We both smiled at the memory.

"Some good and bad memories, but no more can be made" I said as another tear fell. I felt something on my shoulder so I stood up and turned and saw Freddie. His face was lit up by the street lights and made him look amazing. I looked into his chocolate eyes and wasn't able to took away. I never realised we were leaning, until I could feel his hot breath against my lips. He kissed me. It was a slow and soft but passionate at the same time. It only lasted fifteen seconds but I didn't care.

"Well that makes the last memory a good one" he said with a smirk and walked inside. I stayed frozen, the tears now uncontrollable, the kiss lingering on my lips.

~#~END FLASHBACK~#~

He left like that never to be seen again. He wasn't even at the airport to say goodbye. He took my heart and probably will never give it me back.

At least the people I deal with get put away forever. Never to hurt anyone again. But with him I can't get put him anywhere without him hurting me, and its killing me inside.