A/N: Dang, it's been forever with this story. But I got a strike of inspiration! I'm actually rather please with this chapter, so enjoy!

It's Sammy's first year of high school and she's in for more than one surprise.

If I owned Sammy Keyes, my life would have so much more meaning than it actually does. *grins.

Insisting

"Hello. Mrs. Acosta, correct? We're here to ask you some questions about the incident that unfolded at 1400 hours in the Cineplex at the shopping center. Your offspring was directly involved in the shooting of one of the officers of the SMPD," a police officer was at the door, just three days after the shooting. He was way too clean-cut to be an officer…with rosy cheeks. This had we ran into before the Farewell Dance last year. Man, that guy knew how to sound overly pompous.

"Yes, I am Mrs. Acosta and if you'll excuse me, we are in the middle or trying to process what the hell is going here with my daughter, so if you'll please leave my house and don't come back!" My mother hissed venomsly at the officer, who just stood there stoically.

"Ma'am, I need to question you and your family. This is primary to the investigation of the shooting that involved your offspring. So if you will please cooperate. We need to find her too," The officer said officially, not standing down.

"I don't give a damn about your political agenda!" Mom screeched, flying past hysterics and into pure rage, beyond making any sense.

"Mom, it is okay," I soothed her when I approached the door and turned to the officer, "Look, this is not a good time right now. A lot is going on around here and we really are still trying to make sense of the situation. Do you think you could come back at another time?"

"Son, we need to question you and your family about your sister. She is a potential danger to anyone near her, including your family and one…," The officer paused to flip through his small notebook, "Samantha Keyes."

"Wait a second!" I interrupted the officer, with an accusing glare, "Did you 'question' Sammy?"

"I cannot disclose that information. It is confidential. Now, can I please come in?" The officer insisted, his ignorance angering me.

"You can," I said, trying to keep my anger at bay, "When we are ready!" With that I slammed the door in his face. I couldn't believe that he interrogated Sammy! She had already gone through so much, and to have the nerve to come to my family just three days after Heather's disappearance. It borderlined cruel. I sighed heavily as I checked on Dad. He had been sleeping in the guest room, with troubled dreams. None of us had seen this in Heather. She was our flesh and blood. How could my sister do this to us? Did she not know how much we actually cared for her? If she just came home…

But I knew that she wouldn't come home. Not now, with all the investigation going on right in front of our house. My thoughts churned and churned, until they rested on a topic that eased my mind: Sammy. Then, the anger bottled up in me again, my heart pounding heavily in my ears. I had to get out of the house. I had to see Sammy.

I bolted from my place on the couch, calling to Mom saying I was going skateboarding. Once I threw the board onto the sidewalk, I ripped down the street, heading for Hudson's. I was so infuriated. The police has no business to interfere in a time of shock. I knew that Sergant Borsch would not have interrogated Sammy or my family so quickly after the shooting. He would give us time to comprehend the situation. I sighed a bit easier when I approached Cypress Street. My heart picked a different speed, one of lightness, especially when I saw Sammy sitting in her chair on Hudson's porch alone.

"Casey! What are you doing here?" She exclaimed in delight, swinging her high tops of the railing to greet me.

"I had to get out of my house," I started, "the 'SMPD' stopped by just a few minutes ago to interrogate us about Heather."

Sammy sworn lightly and I continued my rant: "Then I found out they questioned you as well. As if the statements directly after the shooting never happened," I scoffed angrily. Clearly the skateboard ride hadn't helped my temper.

"Wait, you were worried about me?" Sammy asked in bewilderment.

"Yeah. Man, Sammy, your friend was shot in the leg! You haven't been taking it all that well. I just got angry when I heard that red cheeked officer had questioned you. It wasn't the most brilliant move in the book," I rolled my eyes, still steaming when Sammy moved over to my seat, sitting herself lightly on my armrest.

"Casey," She said quietly, catching my attention. She smiled simply at me, her gray-blue eyes alight. She leaned down and looked me directly in the eyes, studying me for a moment. Then, she captured her lips with mine. Suddenly, my mind went totally blank. I forgot about being angry at the police, at Heather, at my parents and focused solely on Sammy. Her hands raked into my hair, pulling me closer to her. My arms looped around her waist as we deepened the kiss. My heart beat faster and faster. I hadn't kissed her since the shooting, and I had missed it. I missed her and how carefree a week ago was. But this kiss was so tender, so understanding and simple that we just forgot the world. Once we pulled away, Sammy's smile grew even larger.

"Hmm, Casey?" She said, her eyes still closed, locking the memory of us kissing in her mind, "that was to get you to shut up and to stop worrying."

"Yes ma'am," I grinned at her and she smiled back at me, "But still…" She cut me off with another kiss.

"Your done," Once she pulled away from me, a smirk forming on her face, "I know life's a little crazed right now, but can we please not think about it? I want to just sit here with you and just forget about it, okay?"

"Alright," And we spent the afternoon on Hudson's porch, laughing, talking and just hanging out. But my mind still nagged me, knowing that we couldn't avoid talking about it anymore. Because she was always there in the back of my mind.

What about Heather?

A/N: Dd you like it?! I'll be updating soon, I promise