Disclaimer and A/N: I do not own iCarly, also please give me lots a reviews cause I have no idea where this story is going, should be fun!
Freddie's POV
After college I kind of lost track of Sam and Carly, I joined the FBI's Cyber Crimes division. I was still based out of Seattle, infact I still lived in the same building. Fourteen A was my apartment number, I did a good portion of my work from home, and only occasionally ventured out. I was busily tapping away at the keys on my computer when my phone rang. I pushed back from my desk in my rolling desk chair. Grabbing the phone I yawned, I hadn't realized how late it was.
"Hello, Freddie Benson." I said as I stood from my chair and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I twisted off the white cap and took a drink before the voice on the other end of the phone spoke.
"Freddie?" I recognized the girly voice of Carly Shay, "We are in town, we wondered what you were doing tonight. You should come out with us."
I thought about it a minute, it was a Friday and to tell the truth I hadn't been out in a long time. My work could wait until later, I took another drink adding a bit of a dramatic pause to my answer. "Sounds good, where and when?"
She told me when and where and I hung up, finished my water and threw the bottle away and rummaged through the refrigerator again. This time I pulled out two cans, Sugar Free Black Cow, an energy drink I personally thought was disgusting, but I needed the pick me up. Leaving them on the counter I went and took a shower.
Looking down at my dark jeans and black button down shirt, I grabbed my pistol and badge from the bedside table. Hiding them both underneath my untucked shirt and black leather jacket, I downed the two energy drinks. Powering down my computer and grabbing my keys I closed and locked the door to my apartment, taking the long elevator ride down to the lobby. The desk was empty and I was glad for it, I wasn't in the mood to hear Lewbert's shrieking.
My bike was sitting infront of the building, since my mother no longer tried so hard to control my life, I bought my motorcycle. Pulling on my helmet I climbed on. Making sure everything was hidden and secure, mainly my badge and gun, I turned the key and revved the engine for a second before I rolled out of the parking lot.
I was supposed to meet Carly and her boyfriend Gibby at a dance club, called Forgiven, I had been there enough times for the bouncer to recognize me, usually when Spencer and Veronica dragged me out or when a client wanted to go.
I stopped infront of the club, luckily I could park my bike right in front. Turning the key I locked my wheel and stepped off. Taking my helmet and locking it onto the bike I slid my keys into my pocket. Carly and Gibby were waiting, they both looked different, older. Gibby was skinny, well skinnier, with that same goofy grin. Carly smiled and waved at me.
I walked over to them and smiled, I still felt kinda awkward around them, I used to have a huge crush on Carly, but I gave up on that halfway through high school. I half hugged Carly and shook Gibby's hand firmly.
"Hey guys, why ya'll waiting out here?" I motioned for them to step outta line and follow me. The bouncer recognized me and motioned me forward.
"You working tonight?"
"Always Bernie, always" the obsurdly muscled guy nodded and motioned us past. I did a little side work that usually got me into these places without a hassle. I know where your mind is, and no I am not a pimp or an escort. I did some bodyguard work, mostly rich people and high level executives, kept me from getting bored or fat behind a computer screen.
"So what brings you all back to Seattle?" I asked, sitting across from Carly and Gibby.
"You didn't know? Sam's getting married." Gibby said, Carly poked him in the side and he grunted a little bit. "Oh, I'm sorry"
"It's okay, good for her." I tried to sound happy, but before I lost contact with Sam, I told her I loved her, let's just say her reaction was not what I hoped for. "Good for her" I repeated, trying to sound sure of my answer.
Now I wanted to drink, but I couldn't. When I was armed I wasn't allowed, I was now kicking myself as I sipped my cranberry juice and club soda. It looked alcoholic, and the appearance was all I needed normally.
"So what have you been up to Freddie?" Carly tried to change the subject.
"Oh you know, catching cyber terrorists and pedophiles, all in a day's work." I laughed a little bit. "How about you?"
"I started my fashion line, and Gibby is acting as my manager right now" I nodded, I knew Carly was a popular actress now. She started her clothing line a couple months ago, and as far as I could tell it was doing well.
My brown eyes floated lazily, scanning the crowd, a habit I developed from guarding people. I felt like I got punched in the gut when I saw the familiar face and blond curls coming through the door. My eyes found Carly again and she gave me an apologetic look, then started to stare at the table.
I inhaled and exhaled sharply, I caught Gibby's eye and he motioned me to the bar. We stood and walked away just in time for the girl's reunion. I noticed that neither of us were drinking, but we ordered another cranberry and club soda for me and orange juice for him. Both had implications of alcohol, but neither did, we had both attended an executive protection seminar before we graduated college. I know he did it so that he could protect Carly, I did it just because he did.
"This is too awkward Gibs, I mean I told her I loved her, and she laughed at me and walked off. You know what that does." I said the last as more of a statement, he had his share of lady issues of the years, I didn't need to remind him. "I haven't had a relationship for," I counted in my head, " Four years, something like that." Gibby nodded, grabbing another glass of whatever Carly had been drinking, champagne I think. We walked back over to the table, I finished my juice and set the glass on the table. I caught Carly's eye and she nodded. Sam who was sitting across from Carly looked up, she looked almost shocked to see me. She was wearing a red dress that looked fantastic on her, her bright blue eyes never leaving my face. Then a man approached on the opposite side and kissed her cheek. He straightened up, "Take a picture buddy, it'll last longer" He placed his hand possessively on Sam's shoulder and I set my jaw.
"It's good to see you Carly, Gibs, come by sometime. Spencer knows where I live, I have to leave before I find a reason to kill someone."
"Is that a threat?" The guy actually got into my face, I stared straight into his blue eyes. "If I wanted to threaten you I would have aimed a comment at you, but since I wasn't talking to you, I suggest you back up." Gibby stood up and pulled the guy back, his name was Brett or something I hated equally as much. Without another word I turned and walked out of the club without looking back. I almost jumped on my bike and barely took the time to undo my helmet and put it on before I revved the engine and laid down a short strip as I accelerated away.