Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own iCarly

iMidnight Escapades

Chapter 1

"You're where?" Carly screeched.

Freddie sighed again. He was tired, he had a headache, he was frustrated and, "We're in jail. Sam tried calling her mom, but it turns out her mom got arrested recently too, and calling my mom is not an option, so-"

"You guys want me to bail you out of jail." Carly finished for him.

"Yeah pretty much. And could you get here kinda fast? Sam hasn't eaten is three hours and I'm pretty sure she's about to beat down one of the guards for his basket of ribs. Oh my God! She just-" Freddie's voice was cut off by the sound of a loud thud. It sounded almost like a human body hitting the ground. Carly shuddered at the fact that she knew what that sounded like.

When she realized Freddie had not continued speaking, Carly panicked. "Freddie? What's happening? What did Sam do? Is somebody hurt? What is going o-"

But Carly was cut off by the sound of the operator's voice saying, "We're sorry, your phone call has been disconnected."

The line went dead and Carly groaned. Freddie hadn't even gotten to tell her which jail they were in. She still couldn't believe Sam had managed to get Freddie into this much trouble. No, actually, she could. Just as she was about to try calling every jail within the Seattle vicinity, Mrs. Benson burst through the door.

Carly was generally well-liked by most adults. She had an innocent look about her, the kind that said "I-get-straight-A's-and-I-don't-like-to-break-the-rules." But with this particular woman (who just happened to be not completely there, if you catch my drift), it did absolutely nothing for Carly. So when Mrs. Benson burst through the door, eyes blazing, with a syringe in hand and shouting, Carly understandably shrank backwards towards the counter.

"FREDDIE! YOU FORGOT TO TAKE YOUR WEEKLY INJECTIONS THIS MORNING! Oh Carly, I didn't see you there!" Mrs. Benson spoke with all the kindness of a viper.

"Apparently," thought Carly wryly, "She still blames me for that stupid taco truck incident."

"Where is my Fredward? And that juvenile delinquent girl you always seem to be with isn't here either." Mrs. Benson spoke, her eyes narrowing, "Have they finally come to their senses and realized what a horrible friend you are for letting my Fredward get hit by that taco truck?"

Carly's eyes widened. She had to think quickly or all hell would break loose. All she had to do was channel her inner Sam and everything would be fine. But Carly was known to be a terrible liar. She had felt so guilty when Sam had changed her grade from a B to an A on that History paper. She didn't know if she could go through that again. "No," She tried to rally herself, "I have to do this or else Freddie's mom will lock him in their apartment until he dies." She paused slightly. "I have really got to stop watching Snapped."

What Carly didn't know was that that was an actual possibility. Mrs. Benson constantly feared that Freddie would leave her and had once told him, "If you ever started acting out like that Puckett child, I will never let you out of our apartment…ever." That was why Freddie knew that calling his mom was definitely not an option.

"Uhh…" Carly trailed off nervously.

Freddie marveled at how much damage Sam was able to do in such a short amount of time. Then again, only Sam could manage to tie a jail guard's shoes together without him noticing and then snatch the ribs out of the air when he toppled over. Under different circumstances Freddie probably would've laughed at Sam's antics, but they were in jail. Freddie groaned, when he realized the phone had gone dead and sorrowfully hung up, hoping that Carly would soon reach them. Then he frowned and turned to glare at the blonde-headed demon that was happily munching on ribs in the holding cell across from him.

"Sam, do you have anything you'd like to say to me?"

One of her eyebrows quirked upwards as if to say you-had-better-have-something-interesting-to-say-or-I-will-beat-you-down and paused in her decimation of ribs.

"You're welcome," she finally drawled.

Freddie spluttered his jaw dropping and openly stared at what he believed to be the source of all his frustrations.

"Oh come on, Benson. Don't deny that you had just as much fun as I did, if not more. I seem to remember you coming up with some of your own schemes as well," the girl in question smirked back at him.

The edges of Freddie's mouth seemed to be twitching upwards and Sam knew she had won the argument. This had not been the first time Freddie and Sam had gone on wild escapades. They were actually quite frequent; this was just the first time they had gotten caught.

Freddie thought back to how all of this insanity had actually started. In the middle of their sophomore year, Freddie had deduced that Sam had insomnia. This was because she was constantly calling him in the middle of the night because she "was bored and wanted to annoy an easy target", or so she told him. He hadn't really minded, though. He was usually up pretty late studying because during the day they had iCarly things to do and when he got home his mom always made him go through 'cleansing rituals'. Freddie shuddered at the mere thought of the torture his mom insisted on putting him through. Finally it came to the point where Sam started breaking into his apartment at odd hours of the night claiming she 'needed some entertainment and he was going to give it to her'. He marveled at Sam's ability to make everything sound dirty and shook his head as if to cleanse his brain from the thought path it was beginning to travel down. They had started out doing small things, and eventually Freddie began looking forward to their nightly escapades. So what if his grades dropped a few points and he was sleeping in some of his classes? He was finally having some fun.

To be continued…