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Disclaimer- NINJA SMILEY! Yeah, I may own my spaz attack I'm having, but not ICARLY!!!! Oh, and I stole a little bit of the plot from "Criminal Minds" so I don't own that either!! J
Freddie walked in on what seemed to be just an ordinary cleaning crew, but something was different. They all looked at Freddie with a semi-guilty face.
"WHERE'S SAM?" Freddie yelled, loosing his temper.
"I don't know what your talking about." The man/boy said who looked a lot like Tommy.
"Tommy?" Freddie faltered for a minute.
"Who's Tommy?" the man said unconvincingly.
"Whatever, where's Sam?" Freddie said. The man, apparently Tommy's dad, pulled out a gun and held it to Freddie's forehead.
"Okay, you walk out of here quietly right now and never say that you were here and I won't shoot you."
Okay, this made two things clear. One- Sam was here somewhere and two- Freddie was in big trouble.
He did some quick thinking and hit the guy, well, you know where. He dropped the gun and Freddie picked it up and held it to the man.
"Walk out right now." Freddie said menacingly.
The bully/criminal ran away and Freddie tore the place apart immediately.
"Sam? Sam, you here?" no answer. What had he expected, her to just jump out from behind the counter and yell 'boo!'?
He looked around for about thirty more minutes, then sat down, convinced that she wasn't there. Then he looked at a broom in the corner. Just an average, wooden handled broom. But it has white, fluffy things caught in the bottom of it. Insulation! Freddie gasped and ran upstairs.
"heating duct, heating duct, AHA! SAM, SAM, don't worry, I'm coming up there!" He heard a small, sad whimpering sound that he knew must be Sam.
He looked around and saw a chair, a pile of posters, and rug. Not much to hide a teenage girl with, but you never know.
He looked behind the chair, nothing. Under the pile of posters? Nothing.
"Sam? Sam, I can't find you!"
Then he heard a noise somewhere between a frog croaking, a pig squealing, and a bird squawking, that sounded like, "NIEGEMACORA!" it sounded like something that hadn't had anything to drink in a long time. Freddie was reminded that she probably hadn't.
The strange sound came from… under the rug? Freddie got it up, with some struggle, and there was Sam, same clothes she was wearing two long days ago, her arms tied to her legs, her mouth gagged. Her eyes looked up helplessly at Freddie.
"Oh my gosh! Um… Okay, here, um…" He reached into the small space that didn't seem like he could even fit his hand in there. Sam wiggled to the top as far as she could, but Freddie could tell that I must really hurt.
"No, Sam, don't move your gonna hurt yourself. I'll just call the police, okay? You might have to stay in there for a second, but I'll be right here, okay?" He knew talking to her would be pointless, seeing as she couldn't talk, but he had to keep her mind off everything. He wished he could reach in there, but his hands were too big for the little space, about the size of a brick for an opening. He saw her eye's get fiery and he knew she was mad about something. There was a lot to be mad about.
"How did they get you in there?" Freddie asked, "Not important, anyway, me, Carly and Spencer were really freaking out. I- we missed you."
The police sirens came.
"See Sam? See? Your safe now."
For the first time in what seemed like forever, Sam smiled.
Okay, next chapter's last chapter!!! PLEASE review!!!!!!!! J
