A/N: Hi! I'm back with a new story. I'm feeling much better nowadays, and this story is actually all written out so you can expect updates frequently… but I can't promise anything.

Notice: This story is very confusing for the first few chapters, so bear with me. It does make sense at the end and all comes together. Ok, enjoy!

Seattle, Washington

Ten Years ago

"No… Sam, don't... Please… Ouch! Let go of my ear!" Freddie pleaded. Sam continued pulling him down the hallway until they stopped at the stairs.

"Benson. You crossed the line." She growled, finally letting the boy go. She slowly inched closer and he stepped back, forgetting the stairs behind him. Freddie grabbed onto Sam's hand.

"Sam! Help!" He cried as he tumbled down the stairs." The blonde fell with him hitting her head on one of the steps. She reached up to caress her head and smiled down at Freddie until she saw the pool of blood around his ears.

"Oh my God!" She ran to the nearest phone and dialed 911. "Carly!" She hollered. "Keep Freddie awake!" She heard footsteps and then a gasp.

"No, no, no. Stay with me, Freddie." Carly said, frantically. Within no time, the ambulance came and took Freddie away.

…

"Is he going to be okay?" Carly asked the nurse. The nurse nodded.

"Yes. He sustained a minor head injury, but he should recover quickly." Sam sat in the corner looking at the bandages around Freddie's head. The nurse left.

"Carls." Carly raised her eyebrows. "There's this weird feeling inside of me. It won't go away."

"It's called guilt, Sam." Carly informed quietly. She took in her best friend. "It's not going to go away,"

…

Now

Sam ignored the voice in her ear.

Sam.

She jumped off of the roof, swiftly changing her form. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a device. She pushed a button and she quickly shot to the next building. She snickered and jumped again.

Sam. Sam, this is serious.

She flipped in mid air and landed in the driver's side of her car. She sped off and a loud explosion sounded behind her. She looked in her rearview mirror. She cursed when she saw two huge goons on motorcycles behind her. "Shit." She frowned and pressed a few buttons. She put the top up just in case they shot at her.

Sam!

She cringed at the loud voice and snatched her ear piece off. She pressed some more buttons and a middle aged bald guy came up on screen. "What?" She snapped.

"We need you at headquarters now." She looked behind her. The goons were still on her tail.

"I'm kinda busy." She said and pressed a button on the steering wheel. "Aim…" She spoke to herself. "Fire." A goon blew up behind her.

"Sam I'm completely s-"

"Serious, I know. But unless you want a little visitor, I suggest you let me finish." She growled. The man sighed.

"Do your thing, agent." Sam grinned and took the hologram down. She skillfully swerved and the car jumped, landing smoothly. She turned the car completely around and got out. The goon got off of his bike and evilly smiled at her.

"Let's get this over with." He said in a deep voice.

"Gladly." She ran at him, dodging when he swung at her. She jumped on his back pressing down on his pressure point near his neck. "Shh, shh." She mock comforted. He fell to the ground and she jumped off. She got back in her car and put her earpiece in. "Um, pickup on Sixth Street." She said before putting the car on auto drive.

Sam, are you on your way?

She sighed. "Yes, I am."

Good.

…

"We want you to find CIG and stop him." Sam's shoulders slumped.

"Fine," She growled. "should be easy." She looked at the computer screens in the office. She found a picture of him and zoomed in. She focused it and ran an identity match. "Hmm." She smiled, brightly.

"Everything okay?" She nodded.

"Everything's great. I know just the way to catch him. Oh, I'm going to need to talk to the costume department about some new outfits for this mission."

"Why?" Phil, her boss, asked.

"You'll see."