Chapter 10 (Freddie's POV)

After Sam and Carly left, I got comfortable on the beanbags...or tried to. So deciding I couldn't sleep, I looked around the iCarly studio. What happened to iCarly when I got arrested? Carly and Sam couldn't run the show without a tech-producer.

Then I forgot about iCarly and wanted something to drink. It had been awhile since I had anything. So I went down to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Carly had some Peppy Soda, milk, orange juice, and Mountain-Dew. I grabbed one of the Mountain-Dews and opened it.

A light turned on behind me. I turned around, expecting Carly or Sam. But instead it was Spencer. His face was in complete shock. "OH MY GOD!" Spencer shouted.

"'Ssup?" I said, drinking the Mountain-Dew.

I could hear Carly and Sam rushing down the steps. Spencer looked like he was going to faint. "Spencer! It's okay! Freddie is just staying here for awhile!" Carly raced in front of me.

Sam stood on the steps just watching the show. "Carly! Freddie is a wanted fugitive! He can't stay here!" Spencer protested.

"I'm going back to bed," I told Carly and headed for the stairs.

Sam blocked my way. "No. You are going to stay here until we work this out."

"He's my friend!" Carly shot back.

"I don't care. I'm calling the police." Spencer picked up the phone.

Carly tackled him and took the phone away. "No, you're not!"

"Carly, give me back the phone," Spencer demeaned.

"No! You are going sit down and let us explain." Carly pointed to the couch.

"Fine." Spencer flopped down on the couch.

Carly looked at me. "What do you want me to explain?" I asked.

"Just go over there and explain something," Sam hissed and pushed me.

I walked in front of Spencer. "I was thirsty." I looked over at Carly. "Happy?"

Sam was suddenly next to me and slapped the back of my head. "Look, Spencer, Freddie is a fugitive. But Carly and I aren't willing to let him go back to jail for killing his mother's murderer," Sam told Spencer.

"Whoa." Spencer held up his hands. "You know who killed your mom?"

"Nevel." I drank more of my Mountain-Dew.

"That's crazy! Nevel was, like, twelve! There's no way he killed your mom!" Spencer said.

"I found his lint-brush there. The cops didn't search hard enough. It's possible he didn't actually kill her himself, maybe he just watched but I know he is responsible one way or the other," I explained.

"It's still crazy," Spencer mumbled.

"Alright, the point is, Spence, he's still the same Freddie...he's just bad ass...a fugitive and a murderer...that's not that bad," Carly said.

Spencer just looked at her. "A murderer, a bad ass, and a fugitive? 'That's not that bad'? You're kidding, right? I don't want to be sent to jail for helping a murderer!" Spencer told Carly.

"Come on! Don't be a jerk!" Carly protested.

"No!" Spencer shot back.

"Has Freddie ever done anything to hurt you, Spence? Seriously?" Sam asked.

Spencer didn't answer. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Sam said. "Besides, cut him some slack. Your mom died giving birth to Carly, but Freddie's mom was MURDERED."

"Yes, but now Freddie's a murderer," Spencer muttered.

Carly kicked Spencer's leg. "Spencer!"

"Ow! What!" Spencer yelped.

Sam handed me something behind my back. My gun. Carly saw this and nodded. I pointed the gun at Spencer. "Come on, Spence. Don't make me do this."

"You wouldn't," Spencer said.

"Try me. I killed once and I'll do it again. I don't care." I shrugged.

"Fine. I dare you to point the gun at Sam," Spencer told me.

"Hell, no! Sam is one of the only people I won't shoot," I growled.

"Okay, so you won't shoot Sam, so why would I think you would shoot me?" Spencer asked.

I groaned. "This is getting old." I pressed the gun to Spencer's forehead. "Either help us or I can kill you. If I kill you that means we have the apartment all to ourselves. But that would run out at some point. Someone has to pay rent," I grinned.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the worried look on Carly's face. Spencer wasn't answering me. I pressed the gun harder to his forehead. "Please! Spencer!" Carly begged.

"If you don't answer by the time I count to five, I'm going to shoot you without a second thought," I said. "One...two...three...FOUR -"

"I'll help you!" Spencer cried.

"Swear on the River Styx," I growled.

"The what-"

"Swear!"

"I swear on the River Styx!" he yelped.

I smiled and took the gun away from his forehead. Carly sighed. "Do you have a death wish?" she asked.

"I'm going back to bed," I yawned and headed for the stairs. I gripped the railing and looked over my shoulder at Spencer. "Spence," I said. "I wasn't going to shoot you, I just thought you should know that."

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes. My gun fell out of my lap. It was on lock so it wouldn't shoot. It was actually on lock when I pressed it to Spencer's forehead. But what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, huh?

I stood up and went downstairs. Spencer was whistling and making eggs. Sam and Carly sat at the table drinking orange juice. "Morning, Freddie," Carly greeted warmly.

"Morning." I sat down in the chair next to Sam. "What are we doing today?"

"I don't know. We need to figure out what to do with you," Sam said.

"Why can't I just stay here?" I asked.

"Because since you escaped from Nora's, the cops will probably want to ask Sam and Carly questions and look for evidence of you in Sam's house and this apartment," Spencer said.

"Don't be so negative," I scoffed.

"He's right, Freddie. We'll probably get a call in the next few days from the police," Carly told me.

"Well, I just hide somewhere else when they come over," I said.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. All of our heads shot in the door's direction. Quickly Carly looked out the peephole. She mouthed, "It's the cops!" to us.

"Shit!" I breathed. "Where should I hide?"

"The air-vent!" Spencer hissed.

Sam moved Spencer's robot and opened the air-vent. I put my feet in first and slid inside the vent. Actually, I didn't think I'd fit but I did. Sam put the vent back on and moved the robot back. A knock came from the door again. "Hold on!" Spencer yelled.

He quickly ran over to the door and opened it. I could see three men standing in the hallway. The middle one had a brown hat on and a long brown coat. He held up a wallet, "I'm Detective Grant, and these two officers beside me are Rick and Luke Johnson."

"May we come in?" Rick asked.

"Sure." Spencer motioned them in.

The three men stepped in the apartment. Detective Grant looked around at the apartment. "I'm sure that you are aware, Fredward Benson has escaped from jail and is on the run from the police," the Detective said.

"Yes, I am. It makes me worry because I'm afraid he might come after Carly. He did kill that boy," Spencer acted.

"Nevel Papperman," Luke said.

Spencer nodded. "Yes, well, Carly Shay, your sister, and Samantha Puckett are both of Mr. Benson's friends, correct?" Detective Grant asked.

"Were his friends," Spencer corrected.

The Detective smiled weakly. "I believe that they all had a web show, iCarly?"

"That's right. But after Freddie was arrested, iCarly no longer happened. He was the tech-producer and they couldn't find a replacement," Spencer explained.

"How sad that it all ended because of Mr. Benson." the Detective shook his head. "But might I ask if we can question Carly and Samantha?"

"If you want to go ahead," Spencer said.

Carly and Sam sat down on the couch. Luke pulled a notebook and pen out. Rick looked around the room. The Detective sat in a chair. "So how did you two feel about Freddie's...crime?" the Detective asked.

Carly: I was shocked. Freddie was always such a nice person. I couldn't believe it when he was arrested!

Sam: Well, it kind of ruined my night because he was my date for this dance at our school. I mean, I was suprised like mostly everybody was.

Question: Did he ever show any signs that he might have been planning a murder?

Carly: Well, he was living with me because all his family members live far away. He was pretty quiet after his mom's murder. Most of the time, he was in his room.

Sam: No, I didn't see anything wrong with him other than his look and personality. He was like a male me!

Question: What are you like, Samantha?

Sam: I'm a tomboy. Honestly, grades in school mean very little to me. I like to play pranks on people in my school. Freddie was kind of like my partner in crime after his mom's death.

The questioning went on for what felt like hours. I was really starting to sweat in the air-vent. It was so uncomfortable. I almost just felt like giving myself up just so I could get out of the vent. When the questions ended, I could hear Rick walk over to the kitchen. "There are only three of you, so why do you have four plates out?" he asked Spencer.

"Oh, I'm putting bacon on the forth plate," Spencer lied. "By the way, gentlemen, our food is going to be cold so I'm going to ask you to please leave."

"As you wish," the Detective said. "But one more question."

"Shoot," Sam said.

"Are you three hiding fugitive, Fredward Benson, here?" he asked.

"No," Sam said firmly.

The Detective nodded. "Thank you for your time. Good-bye." The men left the apartment.

Sam and Carly pulled me out of the vent. "Ew! You're all sweaty!" Carly squealed.

"Get over it," I hissed.

Well, our food was cold anyway. But as least, I was still free from prison. Though, the Detective and the two officers were gone for now, it wasn't the last time I would see them.

Author's note: I don't have much to say about this chapter...