Paternal Bonds

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. I keep it simple.

A/N: Thoughts in "Italics" and regular speech in "Regular font." Only applied if in quotes.

A/N: By the way, everybody is 26 in this story, except Spencer who would be older. I doubt he'll be mentioned much. Please read this regardless of their age. It will all make sense, I promise. They have to be this old in the story.

Chapter 10 (Investigating)

"We'll check this hotel," Freddie said as he parked in front of a huge hotel. "I'm willing to bet Hector was staying here, and if he is still here, I'm going to have a big talk with him."

"Don't get too scary," Jake said with a nervous chuckle. Freddie glared at him and he quickly silenced.

"I'll talk with him, namely about his role as a parent." Freddie, Jake and Henry exited the car, Henry was still talking to Mrs. Benson.

"Yeah, now how will we set a nationwide alert?" Henry asked into the phone.

"I know a few people," Mrs. Benson stated. "I can have them set a nationwide alert. Just watch the news, in thirty minutes they'll be having a nationwide alert for this guy."

"Tell them not to put it on the news. There is no media that needs to cover this story."

"Okay, I suppose you don't want Hector figuring out that you know."

"That would be the case, yes." Henry spoke for a few more minutes as the group walked into the hotel, he then hung up the phone and walked over to the manager. "I need to know if you had a man staying here under the name Hector Puckett."

"Yes actually, that name sounds familiar," The man said with a smile. He looked through a large book and pointed to something. "Room 306." The man looked up and frowned. "But he left already."

"Oh, okay then…do you know what time he left?"

"Is there a reason you're looking for him, Officer?"

"Yes, we have our own personal reasons. The man is a known criminal, you realize that, right?"

"Oh, I didn't realize it!" The man's eyes widened slightly and he crossed his arms.

"Right, he's actually charged with the abduction and rape of his daughter."

"Oh, well if there is anything I can do to help you, let me know." Freddie rubbed his chin and placed his hand on Henry's shoulder.

"Don't talk anymore, dad," Freddie said quietly. Henry raised his eyebrow and looked at Freddie, Freddie was staring at the man with an almost distrustful look. "Thank you sir, we'll let you know!" The manager nodded as the trio walked away.

"What was that about?" Jake asked.

"I looked into his eyes, it looked like he wasn't going to be a big help to us, and a very distrustful look was in his eyes."

"You think he would have been dangerous to what we're doing?"

"I don't really know, I'm just saying to be careful. Hector Puckett is a powerful man with a lot of influence. If my judgment is right, it was him that on that phone in the ice cream shop the other day."

"That man still hasn't told us anything, other than he was the one that killed Mrs. Puckett," Henry said with a sigh.

"I didn't expect him to say much, let's get to the airport; I can have them make an immediate flight out of here. They'll go wherever I want them to." The trio walked to their car and drove in silence toward the airport. When they arrived, they walked in quick procession towards the ticket taker.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The lady asked.

"We need three tickets for an immediate flight on my jet," Freddie said as he flashed his identification. The woman looked at the card closely and smiled.

"Mr. Freddie Benson, right this way please." The lady walked to a door and opened it. "You will find your jet through here" Freddie nodded and the group walked toward the plane, every millionaire around had a plane of their own. Freddie didn't want one at first, but now he was thankful for it because the next flight to Arkansas was hours away. They met the pilot outside the plane.

"Mr. Benson! Where to today?" The man asked as he shook Freddie's hand.

"A little old lady's home in Arkansas," Freddie said with a flat voice. He read the address on a sheet of paper; it was the one the lady should be at.

-NEW SCENE-

The plane had landed and the group was on their way to the address of the old lady, it was a desperate situation for them, they wouldn't know what to do if this lady didn't know anything. They stepped onto the front porch and Freddie knocked on the door, they waited until the door opened to reveal a thin elderly lady. "How may I help you, young man?" The lady asked.

"You are Amelia Rann, right?" Freddie asked.

"Yes."

"I am Freddie Benson." With that the lady's eyes brightened.

"Oh! You're the author of those lovely manuscripts that get sent to my house! What brings you here?"

"I'm looking for my editor." Freddie narrowed his eyes and Amelia rubbed her chin.

"I can't say I know where to find him, if I did I could help you. Hector Puckett, he's such a nice man."

"He's not as nice as you think." Amelia raised her eyebrow in confusion and Freddie let out a sigh. "Trust me; you don't need to know what the issue is. Since you don't know where to look for him, then I suppose we'll be on our way. You're absolutely sure you don't know where he is?" Amelia shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh.

"If I knew where to find him then I would definitely help you. I wish I could, he's not a dangerous man, is he? I hope he isn't, I'd be sorry if so."

"Don't worry, but I do think he should know where his daughter is." Freddie blinked and his mouth formed a straight line, it could easily be confused as to whether he was talking about Sam or Angie. The thought sickened him; he hoped that perhaps he could be Angie's father, which was a thought that was much less sickening.

"Daughter, he has a missing daughter?"

"Yes, and we found her." Amelia sighed and crossed her arms, her eyes widened and she smiled.

"I remembered something! He gave me a number once!"

"He did?" Freddie looked at Jake and Henry, they nodded and Freddie smiled. "Okay, could you tell me what that is?"

"Hold on, I'll go get it for you." Amelia went back inside and Freddie leaned against the house.

"Okay, so maybe we can get something," Jake said with a smile.

"Yeah, a number is always helpful," Henry said with a smirk. Freddie nodded and closed his eyes as he crossed his arms.

"Don't worry, Sam, I'm coming. I'm coming to save you, you're going to see Angie again as well," Freddie thought as he looked up to the sky. "Angie's doing well, hang on Sam, hold on just a little while longer. I promise, you will not have to wait any more." Freddie looked over as Amelia walked out and handed him a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

"This was the only phone number I can remember him ever giving to me, I hope it leads you to him," Amelia said with a polite smile. "Please inform him of his daughter!"

"Don't worry, I fully intend to inform him about his daughter." Freddie smiled as his eyes read the number. "That's not all I intend to do to him either. If I find that snotty little bastard, he will be losing a lot of things."

"Good, he will be a happy man when he learns his daughter is safe, I'm sure of it. You're doing a good thing."

"Yeah, I'm doing a good thing by finding Sam, but I won't be telling him where his daugt-granddaughter is, I'm not putting Angie through that trauma." Freddie took out his cell phone and nodded toward the woman. "Thank you for all your help, you're doing more good than you think."

"You're welcome, and thank you. You know, I love your writing, it's so good."

"Thank you."

-NEW SCENE-

"AAH!" A woman screamed as she pounded on a dark wall. "Let me out of here! Damn you! I want to see my baby! Two years, where is my little girl!"

"Shut up, Sam," A voice said from behind a door. "You need to learn silence, you only make it worse for you." Sam crawled into a corner and pulled her legs to her chest.

"Ten years…ten godforsaken years, Nevel, why the hell are you working for my father, that rat bastard!"

"Heh, I'm not the only one who is working with him. Just be lucky you were only raped a few times in the last ten years," Nevel stated. Sam's body shook, her own father sexually assaulted her. It happened ten years ago when he was released from prison, he assaulted her and kidnapped her. Then he forced her to leave iCarly and to leave Freddie behind. Sam closed her fist and she struggled to cry. In the last ten years, she was only sexually abused three times, but one was enough to cause damage. Her father only did it to her two or three times. There were several people that worked for her father, Nevel was one of them, another was Gibby and then there was Jeremy. Even Valerie was there, these four were the closest subordinates to Hector.

"How are you faring in there?" A voice asked from behind the door, it was a voice belonging to that of Valerie. "You have to love living in a dark cell inside the basement of probably the largest Mansion in America." Valerie never abused Sam, she could only act mean but she didn't like it. There was nothing she could do, being forced under Hector.

"Shut the hell up, Valerie!" Sam exclaimed.

"Get a life!" Gibby's voice exclaimed. "Oh wait! You can't!"

"Gibby…just tell me…why." Sam brought her hands to her face and though she tried, fresh tears refused to come. "Why you?"

"Revenge, payback, this is your punishment."

"Even you Jeremy? I know you're behind that door too!"

"You deserve everything you get!" Jeremy shouted.

"Did I deserve to lose my babies?"

"You'll get over it," Valerie said with a smirk. "Besides, they're dead and you know it. In fact, they found the boy's bones in the country road, the girl was left there too." Sam's eyes widened and she brought her head down and buried it into her legs.

"What was your reason, Valerie?"

"I have my reasons, and those reasons are enough that we can torture you every day." Valerie winced inwardly, she hated the words that had to come from her mouth. She wasn't like the others, she wasn't as evil.

"Pity, her father's the only one sick enough to go so far as to rape her," Jeremy said while shaking his head.

"Even molestation is hard for me to do, but I don't mind the hitting and kicking part," Gibby stated.

"Just don't go soft on us like that traitor did ten years ago," Valerie stated with a flat tone of voice. "The only one who got too sick from seeing Sam's bloody face every day…" Valerie rubbed her forehead and sighed. "Jeremy, will you answer that infernal phone!" Jeremy just noticed that his cell phone had begun to ring, so he swiftly answered it.

"Hello?" Jeremy asked.

"Hello, I would like to speak with Hector Puckett, please."

"Who is this?"

"This is Freddie Benson."

"FREDDIE BENSON!!" Valerie, Nevel and Gibby all looked over with slight shock and Jeremy nearly dropped his phone.

Inside the cell, Sam's eyes were wide, she placed the palms of her hands on the ground and crawled over to the door. She did that so that she could feel around, it was after all, a pitch black room. Her heart fluttered for a moment, She had heard correct, it was Freddie that called. Her lip quivered slightly and she let out a sigh of longing. "Freddie…the man I adore…could he be trying to find me?"

It's Sam and what is this, Nevel, Valerie, Gibby and Jeremy are all working under Hector! This is bad, this is very bad! Haha, they weren't expecting a phone call from Freddie.