A/N: Thank you for being interested in this story so far. A little steamy moment up ahead, but not too graphic.

Disclaimer: The characters of iCarly belong to Dan Schneider.

-iSpy-

Chapter 2: Her Twin Sister

The first time I met Conor O'Grady was about five years ago. I was a new agent, just having found my father after a long six months of searching. In fact, it was while Sam and I were still dating. Sort of dating. I don't really know what to call it, since it was on and off more times than a bathroom faucet.

But I loved it so much that I stayed.

"Staring at that photo won't bring her here," Conor says, carelessly shrugging.

"I wasn't staring... I was... studying!"

He pats my back and grins at me, as if to say 'suuuure. "Studying". Gotchya.' I just roll my eyes and places the photo back into Sam's file and rub my head. A headache's coming on, I can feel it. The guy sits on my desk and does a creepy eye-brow wiggle at me, like he's hinting something dirty. No big surprises there. He's always hinting something dirty.

The nerve of that guy.

"So, a couple of us men are going to the Tapitz Bar tonight. We're planning to hook up with some waitresses and get free stuff. You're welcome to join us."

Join Conor and a bunch of his goofy friends versus an early night... hmm, tough call. Not. I shake my head and decline his 'thoughtful' offer.

"Suit yourself," he replies and saunters out of my office. Not before calling back: "All the more waitress for me to enjoy!"

Again, I roll my eyes and rub my head slowly. It's been a heck of a long week, and this chasing Samantha Puckett, was wearing me down to my bones. I'm serious.

Oh, by the way, I found some back-up. In fact, it's a little team of top agents to help me, the next trip into the field.

All I needed to find out was... where the blonde headed demon was hiding out, and ambush her. When she least expects it, of course. Although, perhaps she'd be expecting the unexpected, therefore we should attack when she's expecting it, which is the most obvious which she doesn't expect. Whoa.

Did that make sense to you?

"Fifth night you were 'working late'," said the woman, hands on her hips.

"Honey, I'm sorry... There's so much paperwork and-" the man replies, trying to save himself. "I'm just really sorry."

"Tell that to your son, who's crying because his daddy didn't see him play his first game of soccer today."

Both husband and wife argued all the way into the early morning, and there wasn't any stopping this one. Usually, they'd find some sort of mutual agreement or something to save them. But not this time. He'd just gone one step too far, twice too many times. The first was his daughter's first ballet recital.

The woman left the room. The man sat on their bed and thought about what was going to happen next.

In the end, I decided to take night out and actually go hang with Conor and his goofy friends. I am not kidding when I say "goofy" in fact it could even be considered an understatement. The guys hardly know anything about... well anything.

Except when it comes to the female species and interaction.

There's Dave, who's the leader of their bunch. Cam who is more interested in what the girls are wearing rather than how hot they look. Then lastly there's Jack, who's kind of quiet but in the end, has a huge effect on the ladies.

"So there I was, sandwiched between the two hottest girls you could ever imagine," Dave boasted, puffing out his chest.

"Okay, so like, you have to tell us everything! Don't leave out a single detail." Cam says, flapping his hands around, dramatically.

Jack just nods. I look over at Conor, who's grinning and waving some piece of cardboard with writing on it. He joins the table and the guys all applaud him like he's some kind of hero. I smile kind of politely.

"Two phone numbers AND an address. Top that, bitches!"

The four men laugh like buffoons and I decide to walk over to the bar, just to get away from the table.

Approaching the bar, I notice a girl with brunette hair and greyish blue eyes and she reminds me so much of Sam. At least, I'd recognize that face anywhere. It's imprinted in my brain. However, she smiles sweetly and asks me what I'd like to drink.

"I'm sorry, you just look like someone I know."

"I get that a lot," she replies, with a soft giggle. "I guess that's what I get for being a twin."

Twin?

That's when it clicked. And so did I.

A couple of hours had passed by, her shift had ended and we were making out on her front door, on the outside of her apartment. The girl fumbles for her keys and lets us in.

I pin her against the door, slamming it closed in the process, she smirks deviously.

"Hello Freddie," she says.

"It's been a while, Melanie," I reply.

Melanie bites her lip and stares up at me and I see that old familiar spark in her eyes that light a fire deep within me. I can't control it. The girl wraps a leg around mine and I lean into her, pressing up against the young woman. Finally, I tilt her chin up and press my lips on hers once again.

Before I know it, she's pulling me over to the couch, undressing as we go. I do the same.

"Ooh, I want you Freddie Benson. I've missed you so much."

We lay on the couch together, naked and sweating from all the excitement. As we kiss, I feel her curves, sliding my hands all over her body. She moans which only spurs me on even further. Pretty soon, we're inside and outside of each other, making love... passionately.

Sam always hated that term. 'Making love'. She said it sounded icky.

It was all pretty much a blur.

Until the next morning, when I wake up and look around. I see Melanie sleeping soundly and decide to take this opportunity to do a little... hunting around her apartment. First I get dressed.

Okay, okay. So it seems very... disgusting... to use her for drunken sex and then snoop around for evidence on her sister...

I'm in the middle of opening a drawer, when I hear a click in the door. Like a key, being turned. The only thing I can do is find a good place to hide. My legs spring into action and I dive over the kitchen counter and crouch down, praying that no one comes in here.

"Melanie," a deep voice growls.

Oh shit. It's a male voice. Does Melanie have a boyfriend? Again, oh shit.

"Hey baby," I hear her chirp. "How was Spain?"

"It was okay. I'm ready for a little alone time with my sexy girlfriend."

Melanie laughs, but it's a very nervous laugh.

I know what she's thinking. Me. Where am I? And she should get me safely out of the house before... well... before her boyfriend finds me and kicks my ass. His voice sounded menacing. I wasn't entirely sure I'd survive the 'face-to-face' meeting.

"You know what, sweetie. How about you go take a shower and I'll go make you a sandwich, then we can have a little alone time."

"Sounds good babe. I'll wait for you."

I hear doors shutting and then I see Melanie, appearing, or at least her legs. Her eyes are widened with fear but I get up, kiss her cheek in thanks and leave quickly and quietly.

Phew. That was way too close.