A/N: Just a heads up. There's a lot of weird things happening in this story. Flashbacks, Alternate Universe Stuff, Dreams ... If you are confused, I apologize. If you are smart enough to work it out... Congrats! This is ALL in Freddie's POV.
Disclaimer: Characters of iCarly are not mine. Story is mine, with some inspiration of course.
-iSpy-
Chapter 1: Long Time No See
Girls are so unpredictable. At least, that's what most people think when they see Samantha Joy Puckett, leaning against a shiny black Mercedes Sports Car, smoking a cigarette. This girl was especially frisky. Try to tame her, and your life is pretty much not worth living. In fact, my life was hell.
Let me back up a bit.
Hi, Freddie Benson. I'm an undercover spy. Yeah, that's right. I have all that cool spy gear, in the latest model. Shh, don't tell anyone.
My newest target, and hardest one yet... the blonde haired beauty, wearing tight leather pants, leather jacket and killer red heels. The thing is though, I wasn't precisely sure how it was all going to work. Since we'd dated a couple of times, on and off through high-school. Now, I was going to catch her and kill her.
That was the plan.
One thing you don't learn in school. Plans always change. Another thing you don't learn in school. How to hide from your ex-girlfriend.
"Long time no see, Benson."
A voice whispers behind me, and I feel something hard against my back. Then I hear a slight 'click'. Her hand winds around my neck and I feel familiar tingles up and down my spine.
I step backwards, whipping around, pinning her to the wall next to us. It's my turn to smirk.
"I thought you forgot about me," I say, snatching the gun from her hands and pocketing it.
Sam's face breaks into a smirk, one I'm quite familiar with.
"If you think you're killing me today," she spits. "You're wrong."
I look around slowly, and I see a few big men standing around the area, like vultures ready to attack at any given moment. They are all armed and they all look about six foot nine. Some people... criminals, you just don't even want to mess with. If I had back up today, it'd be a totally different story.
"Fine. You win today, Puckett."
"I always do."
She knees me in the groin, which I double over in pain from and fall straight to the ground. That never gets any less painful than what it looks. I feel her hand whip into my pocket.
The gun was gone and so was Sam.
"Dude, ice is not going to help that."
"Thanks Conor," I say, wincing. "I got it."
Conor O'Grady is one of the other spies that work for my father. He's really smart when it comes to paper work, but not much when were out in the field.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my father runs an international Spy convention. Maybe one day, I'll take his place when he's retired and all that. My mom has no idea about my father or me being top spies for the government. I think that it's safer for everyone though if she's none the wiser.
"What happened today anyways?"
"I went to go find Sam Puckett and-"
The guy made an annoying hissing sound with his mouth. It was really weird. But I looked at him, waiting for whatever he was going to say.
"Tough bitch, that one."
I nod, and suppress the urge to punch him for calling her a 'bitch'. She wasn't exactly a bitch. She wanted everyone to think that she was, so she could never risk getting hurt. It was because of jerks like Conor, she was the way she is today.
"Next time, I'm bringing back-up."
"Good call."
I sit down, lean my head back on the couch and close my eyes. Sam, you cheeky little devil... Sam, you sexy little minx... Sam...
"Wake up sleepy head," says a soft voice. "You overslept again. The kids are up and ready for their soccer practice."
"Sure honey," replies the man and pecks the woman's lips. "I can't wait to see Tyler's first goal!"
My eyes snap open suddenly, and I jolt upwards. Whatever that was, it was weird.
"Mr Benson, I made coffee for you. I hope it's not too hot," says a pretty, young girl with green eyes and red hair. "You take yours with milk and half a sugar, right?"
"Yes," I reply, kind of dumbfounded. "I don't even know your name."
"Teresa Collins. I'm new around here. Could you show me around?"
I wasn't exactly sure who this new woman was, but I had a feeling I'd be seeing a lot more of her around the office.
I showed her everything, and even took her to the weapon laboratory. You know, where they make the guns, knifes and really cool spy gear I was telling you about? Yeah, all of that. I swear if her eyes were any bigger, they would've fallen out. I could tell she was rather impressed.
"Have you seen the training room?" I ask Teresa, who shakes her head.
There's a specified room, which can be set up as a real crime scene or as we call them "fields" and you practice catching the bad guys. Neat, huh?
We step in, and we're instantly transported to a busy street in New York City.
I have to pretend to be the criminal, and Teresa has to catch me and "shoot me". After a while of chasing, hiding and all that fun spy move stuff... she eventually catches me. We're lying all tangled up together in a heap, breathing heavily. There's a bit of a moment.
Okay, a bit of a big moment. But it's silent and all we hear is our own ragged breaths. Her eyes are staring into mine and vice versa.
"I should show you where my office is," I say. "Just in case you need to find me."
"Sure," replies Teresa.
We stumble out the same door we came in, and I take the girl to where my own office is. Oh and there's the paper-work I forgot to fill out.
I sit down in my chair, and watch the young woman close the door behind her, then makes her way over to my desk, pushing everything off quickly and climbing over it, then onto my lap. She sits down, wrapping her arms and legs around me slowly and holds my face.
"So Teresa, do you have a boyfriend?"
Our clothes come off, and we're kissing like it's the end of the world. She hits the top of my head harshly.
"Wake up! Wake up, stupid!"
I sit bolt upright, and I see an angry Teresa staring... no... make that glaring at me. I look around quickly and wipe the drool off my mouth.
"Huh? Teresa! I was just... uhh..."
"Rough day in the field, huh?"
Her eyes flicker to my hand on her waist and I hastily remove it, swearing internally. How could I be so stupid? That's Teresa! A close friend, whom you don't like "in that way", as you always used to say. Gahhh! What the heck is wrong with me?
"You have no idea."
"Samantha Puckett, right? God, she's been the agency's trouble since ... forever!"
"Yeah."
My trouble, since forever.
I sigh and rub the back of my neck awkwardly, as Teresa gets up and goes over to make some coffee. I can't help but admire her butt as she walks. Goddamn, you're a pervert, Fredward Karl Benson!
But could you blame me?
