Author's Notes: I own NOTHING except the crime families

Unexpected Deaths

An old man in his early fifties lay seated in the backseat of a black Cadillac "Let's go Giovanni what's taking so long?" Another man in his early thirties got in the driver's seat "What the hell boy should I get a new driver or should I just subtract your paycheck?"

'Sorry boss I had to pay the front desk" He turned the ignition on and drove down the street towards downtown for an important meeting taking place later on.

Present day

"And that's all we can give you for today."

"So go home and hug a lamp."

"Or go to boot camp"

Both voices combined "But never make a grasshopper mad!"

"This has been iCarly!" The group's tech producer looked up and gave them the signal to break. "Annnnd cut!" Both girls broke off with Carly rearranging her hair and Sam sluggishly laying in one of the giant beanbags. Freddie quickly began to check on the websites comments section with satisfaction in his eyes.

"This week's show was a great one judging the ratings our faithful followers are giving us." Freddie told the girls with Sam replying back.

"Yeah since Carly and I are doing all the heavy work here I guess we deserve praise." Sam told Freddie without bothering to look at him.

"Heavy work?" Freddie shot straight back at Sam. "Without me you wouldn't be able to turn on your ipear. Even with the instructions manual in your hand moron!"

Sam jumped to her feet and with broken nose in her mind walked towards Freddie as he began to back off with fright in his eyes. But thankfully Carly intervened and calmed Sam down before a murder happened in the iCarly studio. Just then Spencer showed up with his entire face and upper shirt covered in blue frosting.

"The heck happened to you?" Carly asked his lovable dimwitted brother.

"Cake is harder to make than you think." He replied.

They all laughed and headed downstairs for some drinks. It was the last week of summer vacation and the trio had something special for next week. So while Carly daydreamed about the special occasion while Freddie and Sam bitched at each other about how they were going to plan their first day out. Freddie was worried Sam would embarrse him and she was itching for a new year of female domination on their last year together. Starting Monday after next week all three of them were officially high school seniors.

Later that evening after Freddie left to his place before Mrs. Benson started freaking out the girls sat lazily in the couch watching television.

"You know we need to start gathering ideas for the big day next week."

"What do mean by ideas?" Sam answered back with a mouthful of cheerios.

"We have to make our first day a memorable one." Carly continued "You know what they say. First impressions count."

"Whatever."

Carly was mouthing to say something else when the TV show got interrupted by the news channel. Apparently some major news was going on for this unwelcomed interruption.

"Great someone better be dying!" Sam spoke with annoyance.

"We interrupted this broadcast for some breaking news it is now fully confirmed that legendary Chicago crime boss Joseph "Good Joey" Perrino has passed away in his hospital bed after suffering an unexpected cardiac arrest just 24 minutes ago. Investigators are already at the scene and further details will be given for now we return you to your weekly broadcasting for the evening."

"Wow my guess went beyond expectation." Sam told Carly who scolded her for insulting a dead man.

"What's with the chizz Carls the guy was a criminal."

"Yeah but it's still sad to know that someone who could've had gone a straight path ended up in crime alley."

"Yeah well I gotta go and make a quick stop at the toilet." Sam stood up and headed for the bathroom with her bag of cheerios in hand still munching on them. Carly grossed out kept thinking that why oh why was Sam so filthy sometimes.

The next morning Freddie's annoying mother woke him up and it was still pretty dark outside of his window. Disgruntled he changed clothes and walked to the kitchen table where his mother was cooking some omelets with bacon. The smell of the bacon made him think of the blonde demon that he so loved to hate and sometimes hated to love. He shook of the thoughts and started chewing on his breakfast. Just then the song that was playing on the radio got interrupted for another important broadcast.

"This just in the sudden death of Joseph Perrino has already brought in a firestorm across Chicago. Reports of drive bys and mob hits have already been reported in all over East Chicago. In one killing the victim was a well-known mob lawyer of the Nicolosi crime family. Police officers alongside with SWAT units have been deployed all across city hall and the hot zones in the city. Most analysts believe Castellano caporegime Michael Di Salvo to be responsible for the sudden attacks on the other city crime fa…"

Freddie shook his head wondering why these people would murder each other for money and power knowing that in the end there was only one way out in that career. As he kept thinking he noticed his mother hadn't moved from here spot in the oven. She stood there almost petrified as if she saw or heard something that spooked her still. Freddie kept studying her as the news continued playing.

"Good Joey as his closest friends called him had successfully run the Castellano family for nearly two decades when he gained power back in the winter of '78 after winning the full support of the capos. His great charisma and intellectual mind in strategic analysis helped the family gain enormous power among all other gangs in the city. But in October of 1992 he suffered a near death attempt on his life where he spent up to nine months in the Northwestern Memorial Hospital. Since then tensions have slowly began to take shape until today that the bomb's timer finally reached zero. Now the mayor and police commissioner have set up a curfew and police checkpoints since this situation clearly seems as an all out civil war in Chicago. For any residents in the area stay indoors and visitors beware the streets at night."

Once it was over the music station in radio began playing again, but Mrs. Benson stood still her eyes deep in space with a somewhat worried look on her. Freddie started feeling uneasy and spoke to her.

"Um…mom?" His mom snapped out of it.

"Oh…um…I…I'm going to be late for work." She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "If there's anything wrong you call me Freddie you call me right away be safe." Once she was gone Freddie looked confused as Spencer when he was told that he forgot his date at the movies. He finished his food, placed the plate in the dishwasher and walked out the apartment.

"What was that all about?"

Over by the Groovy Smoothie Carly was waiting for her friends in one of the free tables inside. While she waited all she heard around her was about this Don Perrino that she saw on the news the other night.

"The guy was a criminal legend."

"I bet the National Guard is going to get involved."

"Who's in charge now?" and so on so on. Carly being one not too interested in news and gossip involving crime didn't seem to understand what the whole buzz was about. All she knew was that the guy was a leader of a big gang in Chicago. She started to get involved in the whole Chicago thing too, but Sam entered the building with her left hand on some random kid's ear.

"If you ever whistle at me again like that I swear that I'll rip open your skull with my butter sock!" She shouted at his ear before kicking him out of the area.

"Sup' Carls." Sam greeted Carly.

"Hey Sam." She responded back.

Sam took her seat and yelled out for T Bo as Carly began talking to her. "What do you think about this situation here?"

Sam looked at her confused "What situation?"

Carly continued "This whole gang war thing going on in Chicago." She pointed at all directions to show everybody talking about it. Sam shrugged "Eh stuff like this always happens."

"Always?"

"Okay not like every day, but it's quite common in the gang life"

"What do you mean by common?" A voice sounded off behind her.

She turned around to find T Bo standing there with a curious look in his eyes. Carly and Sam stood there waiting since it was obvious he was going to say something.

"Girl don't you know the legend of Good Joey or what?" Sam just shook her head with Carly doing the same. "Not really I just know he WAS this big time gangster back in the '80's."

"Well Good Joey Perrino was the most lucrative mobster of his generation and single handedly reshaped the mob influence in Chicago I know because I lived there."

"You're from Chicago cool." Sam told him.

"Yep, but the real legend is about his hidden $42,000,000 worth in stolen jewels from a British armored train." Sam stood there highly interested already while Carly quickly began to question the so called legend.

"T Bo please how many books and movies have we heard that story from before."

"Heck no if he was real and so was his legacy then the legend has to be too!" He answered her back then said. "By the way do you girls want some waffles?" T Bo pulled out a stick with waffles pierced through it.

After he left the girls continued chatting about random stuff when Freddie came and sat with them. Sam's first reaction was to catapult a fruit piece with her spoon at his face. Freddie just looked at thinking why?

As the trio continued on their daily lives on the other side of the map in the Midwest things were not looking good at all. Chicago had gone from a peaceful everyday metropolitan yesterday night to a semi war-torn city in last eight hours. Ambulances ranged from every direction and police units kept a sharp look out in street outpost set throughout the districts. In on building near the port there were two Caucasian men in suits guarding a door. Inside there was a bigger group of seven all seated in a table with a city map in the middle.

"This has to stop or we're all dead capire? One of them spoke to the others gathered around.

"Calma il mio amico everything will be solved soon enough" An old man told him and all others agreed. Just then there was a knocking on the door and all men jumped up with pistols in hands. One of the guards answered the door and it was just another soldier bringing some news. Everybody relaxed as the messenger approached the old man.

"What news you bring us ragazzo." He spoke to him.

"Ill mio Consiligere he's downstairs and wants to speak to you!"

Everybody quieted down and looked at the old man for answers. He just waved his hand in signal to grant the visitor access into the room. Some moments later the door lunged open and a young man in his early thirties in dressing pants and shoes, a white sleeve shirt and a black vest stepped inside in a hurry. All eyes were on him as he walked up to the old man who in return greeted him.

"Sono felice che tu possa rendere Michael."