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Chapter 7

Sam's POV:

"Is that what I think it is?" Carly asks astonished. I continue to look at the ring in my hand, taking in what it all meant.

"Yes," I say simply, with a small smirk forming and tears welling up in my eyes, "its Freddie's wedding ring."

"I thought it was lost when Freddie fell?" she questions, still confused. "What does this mean?"

"It means that it wasn't a dream, that Freddie is still alive." I stand up shouting with glee. I even let out a small squeal. But then, Carly stands up and puts her hands on my shoulders to keep me from bouncing in place.

"Sam, what dream? And what do you mean Freddie's alive? He fell off the pier, you saw him get shot." I stop bouncing, and think for a moment, these are some good points, but I know what I saw.

"No, Carly I know he's alive."

"Sam, we buried him."

"We never saw his face."

"His fingerprints matched."

"Did you see anyone take his fingerprints?"

"Dr. Johnson did." I pause here, that is true. But what do we really know about him.

"But I saw him, Carly. He talked to me and held me and kissed me."

"Sam, you were passed out on the ground when we found you, and Freddie was no where in sight." That is hard to explain, I can't really remember too much.

"That's because…" I struggle trying to remember why I fell asleep. Then it all comes back to me. "That's because when I was talking to Freddie, I felt a pain on the back of my neck, and when I looked for the cause, I found a dart."

"A dart?" she asks.

"A dart!" I proclaim.

"So, what you were drugged?" she asks skeptically.

"Exactly!" I shout at her.

"Well then, what happened to Freddie?"

"Maybe… uh… maybe he… okay I haven't figured that part out yet."

"It's hard to believe, Sam."

"Then I'll find proof." I say defiantly. "And I've got a good head start." I shout holding up the wedding ring before opening the front door, walking out and slamming it shut. If I'm going to prove that Freddie is alive, I'll need equipment, and the best place to get that would be back at work.

Sam's POV (The next day):

I walk into the building for the first time since Freddie died. I look around to see that nothing has changed since I left, I didn't expect it to. Life goes on, no matter how shitty things get, that is one undeniable truth, life will go on. I continue into the station, occasionally getting odd stares, even if I was going to come back, I wasn't supposed to come back for two more weeks. I sit down at my desk; it's exactly the way I left it. I log onto the server and begin to do some searching when a cup of coffee is set down next to me. I look up to see who gave me the coffee and see Carly's smiling face beaming down at me.

"If you're going to look for proof, I might as well help you."

"Thanks, Carly." I say with joy

"What are friends for?" she asks and pulls up a chair and sits, with her own coffee in her hand. We look through evidence and reports for hours, only getting little pieces of evidence.

"Well, I don't see anything that proves he isn't dead so I'm gonna go now." Carly says and gets up to leave.

"Wait!" I almost shout and pull her back down into her chair. "We got a lot of evidence, don't go."

"Like what?" she asks slightly annoyed.

"Like, there was no blood at the scene of the crime, remember, we read the police report. Also, how the woman who's purse was stolen was no where to be found, and neither was the robber. That, plus everything I said from last night, is plenty of reason to keep searching."

"Freddie's shirt soaked up the blood, the robber escaped, and the woman was scared off."

"But there's one more thing I've not told you." I say, slightly proud that I have something over her.

"What's that?" she asks, not even trying to hide the skepticism in her voice.

"This." I say holding up a flattened bullet.

"What's that?" she says, interested but still a little skeptic.

"The bullet that shot Freddie. I found it at the pier a few hours after he was shot, and look, no blood, and flattened."

"Well, uh… maybe it uh… that could be because…" she had no answer and knew it.

"Bullets don't flatten like this after going through people, this happens when they hit something they can't pass through, like wall or, I don't know, kevlar." She looks astounded.

"But that still leaves a few questions."

"Like what?" I ask confused

"Such as, if he is still alive, why wouldn't he come find us? Or if he was at the funeral, why let us go through with it, and not tell everyone he was alive. And of course, why fake his death in the first place."

"I hadn't thought of that." I say fully realizing the depth of the situation.

"Well, if you keep searching, you may have to be ready to hear the answers." Oh my god, why would Freddie fake his death? What if, it was to get away from me? No, he loved you, loves you. What if I did something wrong?

"Sam!" I feel sharp pain in my cheek and I look at Carly.

"Did you just SLAP me?" I ask incredulously.

"Well, you've been zoning out a lot lately and yelling your name doesn't always work."

"What do you want?"

"For you to tell me what your zoning out about." I stare at her angrily.

"I was just worrying about stuff. And, how we could get more proof."

"I wish we could see it again, you know, now that we know all this other stuff." I quickly turn to look at her, and she turns to me. I grab her cheeks and crash my lips onto hers. After about five seconds of kissing her I pull away.

"What the HELL was that?" she asks very shocked.

"What you said was brilliant, I know exactly what we're going to do now." I turn to my computer, but she puts her hand on my shoulder and spins me back to face her.

"I was referring to the kiss." She asks still shocked.

"Well, I know how people say 'I could kiss' you in moments like that and I always wondered what kissing another girl was like, and since I don't have a husband at the moment, I seized the opportunity."

"Well," she still sounds a bit upset, but doesn't know what to say, "What… how was it?"

"Eh, okay."

"Okay?" she asks, upset again.

"Anyway," I say changing the subject, "Back to what you said earlier, about seeing it again, I think we can."

"How do we do that?"

"Like this." I say and grab the phone on my desk; I dial a few numbers and put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" a voice says over the phone, with a slight British accent.

"Greg, hey it's Sam, I have a favor to ask you." I say in the sweetest voice I could muster.

"Sure, what is it?" he asks.

"I need the security video from the building next to where Freddie was shot."

"I don't know Sam, that's from an ongoing investigation." He says slightly concerned. I nod and start fanning my face; soon, after thinking sad thoughts, I have some tears going.

"It's just… I miss him so much." I say while sobbing.

"Oh, no don't cry… I'll get you a copy, just don't cry."

"Thank you." I say still crying. He hangs up and so do I.

"That was nice." Carly says, impressed by my charade.

"Thanks, it always worked on Freddie." I say slightly smugly.

"So, now what?"

"We wait for him to get here." We waited for about twenty minutes tops, just chatting, soon I saw him lightly jogging over to us. He is about Freddie's height with neat blonde hair, blue eyes; he wears glasses and has on a gray long sleeved shirt, jeans and sneakers. However, what attracts my eyes is the small DVD in his hand.

"Here you go, Sam." He says sympathetically, and hands me the video.

"Thank you," I say putting all the sadness I can muster into my voice, "This means a lot to me." He nods, and then looks over at Carly, wearing her short black skirt, and her red shirt that shows an awful lot of cleavage.

"Who's your friend?" he asks still looking at her with a smile on his face.

"This is-" I'm interrupted by Carly, shoving her hand out and letting him shake it.

"I'm Carly, Sam's completely single friend." She says, trying to be cool about it.

"Well Carly," he says chuckling a little, "I'm Greg."

"Hi Greg." She is smiling so much I think her mouth is going to rip itself off her face.

"Well Greg, would you maybe like to get some dinner sometime?"

"I'd love to, when did you have in m-" I interrupt him by shoving him away.

"Well, nice to see you Greg, time to go now." Greg starts to walk away.

"I'll call you!" Carly calls after him.

"You don't have mt number."

"I'll get it from her." She says pointing at me.

"Goodbye Greg." I yell and shoo him away. He turns and walks away, I see Carly bending over watching him leave. "Will you stop staring?" I ask her.

"Sorry," she says sitting back up and looking at me, "But, he has a really nice ass."

"Oh God, keep it in your pants woman."

"I get this from the woman who made out with me."

"I did not make out with you, I kissed you." I say sternly, while pointing at her.

"Whatever you say, but I'm pretty sure I got some tongue." She says smirking slightly.

"No you didn't get any tongue."

"I'm almost certain now." She says laughing at me.

"Nevermind, let's just watch the video."

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