Author's Note: I know before i said that i don't car about reviews but i've changed my mind. i want 75 reviews before i post the next chapter, and if it takes a while after 75, that's cause i'm still writing it. i know i sound like a brat, but i don't care, i'm the author here so i can be. my hope is to get 100 reviews before the two month mark passes. also, there is a song in this chapter, i hope you like it. i'll also do a disclaimer cause i have a funny one.

Disclaimer: Parent: Who left their iCarly lying around? i just stubbed my toe on it.
Me: Well, it's not mine. (Looks at Dan)
Dan: Sorry.

Chapter 11

Sam's POV:

"Did you miss me?" Freddie asks with that grin of his. I stand perfectly still, everyone does. No one is sure of what to do now. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

"Freddie?" I ask cautiously, almost afraid that if I talk too loud he'll disappear.

"Hello, Sam." He says still smirking. Suddenly I can move again, I run at him and throw my arms around him and burry my face in his shoulder and start to cry. His right arm goes across me and starts rubbing my back soothingly. "What's going on here?" I look up and around the room.

"We were planning a rescue mission to get you out of that warehouse, but now that you're here we don't have to." Carly explains.

"No," he says looking at everyone in the room, "We'll need these men for our rescue mission. Wont we?" he says looking at the door. For the first time I notice a tall man leaning against the door. He's wearing cargo pants and a tight black shirt, he has on a tan shoulder holster and his belt is full of magazines for his gun.

"All of them plus my squad and yourself, that should be perfect." Johnson says with no emotion showing on his face.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" I say pointing at Johnson maliciously.

"He's here because we need his resources." Freddie tries to explain

"What resources?" I ask bewildered.

"Hi," he says, extending his hand, "Agent Johnson of the CIA." I stare at him with wide eyes. All of Gibby's men tense knowing they are in the presence of a federal agent. Carly stands in surprise.

"You're in the CIA? But, Sam you tortured… I had drinks with him."

"You had drinks with him?" Greg and Gibby say in unison.

"You tortured him?" Freddie says looking at me in surprise.

"So I could try and find you," I try and explain, "He knew something and refused to tell me."

"Guys, this is all nice, but we have more pressing matters." Johnson says in exasperation. "For example, we should get that bullet out of Freddie's arm."

"What bullet?" I ask, taking my arms off of Freddie for the first time. I notice that Freddie's left arm is bleeding.

"I got shot when I escaped from the warehouse." Freddie explains.

"And Boris and Anton are still in there." Johnson says trying to get us moving. "So let's get that bullet out of Freddie and go!"

"Who are Boris and Anton?" I ask.

"Part of my squad, they're still there." Freddie says, he puts his gun away and moves to grab a knife and a wooden spoon. "You there, Blondie," Freddie says pointing the knife at Greg, "You got good hands?"

"Yeah, why?" Greg asks. Freddie throws the knife into the air and Greg catches it by the handle.

"Get this Bullet out of me." He says and put the spoon in his mouth and bites down. Greg walks over and rips the sleeve off of Freddie's suit. He slowly put the knife in the bullet wound and moves it around until he feels the bullet; he jiggles it loose, and then slides it out on top of the knife. "Sam, get the cleaning alcohol." Freddie says pulling the spoon out of his mouth. I run into the bathroom and grab the bottle and back out.

"Here you go." I say, and hand him the bottle. He unscrews it with his mouth and pours it on the wound. It starts to fizzle and foam and he puts the spoon back in his mouth to keep from screaming. I go back into the bathroom and grab the gauze. I come back out and wrap his arm up.

"Thanks." He says looking at me and taking out the spoon again.

"Don't mention it." I say. He starts to move his left arm again.

"It hurts, but it'll work." He says.

"Good, now let's go, it's getting dark and it's a long drive." Johnson says and turns to leave. When we get outside, we notice that the rest of Gibby's men had arrived and so had Johnson's men. There are four men wearing Kevlar and carrying assault rifles, and ten men that could only belong with Gibby. We all got in our cars; Gibby's men took up four black hummers, Johnson and his men got in a Ferrari, Greg took his Honda, while Gibby, Carly, Freddie, and I were in Freddie's Mustang. Gibby drove and Carly got shotgun, Freddie and I were in the back. We were in front with everyone following us.

"How about some music?" Gibby suggests breaking the silence.

"Fine." We all say in unison. Gibby finds a CD labeled 'Freddie's Fav's' and puts it in and puts it on random. I recognize the first song that comes up. 'Be Yourself' by Audioslave.

General POV:

(Author's Note: I suggest you read the next part completely, on its own, then again with the song in the background, if possible.)

The song starts.

"Someone falls to pieces, Sleeping all alone, Someone kills the pain, Spinning in the silence, To finally drift away."

Sam turns and looks out the window, not wanting to meet Freddie's eyes.

"Someone gets excited, In a chapel yard, Catches a bouquet."

Carly looks down, avoiding Gibby's look.

"Another lays a dozen, White roses on a grave."

Freddie grabs Sam's hand, in an attempt to apologize for what he put her through.

"To be yourself is all that you can do. To be yourself is all that you can do."

Sam turns back to Freddie, Carly looks up at Gibby.

"Someone finds salvation in everyone, And another only pain, Someone tries to hide himself, Down inside himself he prays, Someone swears his true love, Until the end of time, Another runs away, Separate or united? Healthy or insane?"

Freddie and Sam move in to kiss; Carly takes Gibby's hand and smiles at him.

"To be yourself is all that you can do. To be yourself is all that you can do. To be yourself is all that you can do. To be yourself is all that you can do."

Freddie pulls Sam close and she rests her head on his shoulder, Gibby, still not looking at Carly, starts to massage her hand with his thumb while she holds his. She looks up and sees a small smile on his lips.

"And even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up,
With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck, don't lose any sleep tonight, I'm sure everything will end up alright. You may win or lose. But to be yourself is all that you can do. To be yourself is all that you can do. To be yourself is all that you can do. To be yourself is all that you can do. To be yourself is all that you can-. Be yourself is all that you can-. Be yourself is all that you can do."

The car goes on into the night.

Freddie's POV:

We arrived in about 45 minutes. We all got out of our cars and Johnson moved up to the front so we could all see him.

"It is now 1:30 am. The warehouse is a quarter mile east of here. Freddie, Gibson, Greg, and I will go in and retrieve the two still in there."

"What about me?" asks Sam.

"You stay here, and if we need help we'll signal the rest of you." I say.

"No, I'm not going to let you go in there without me; I already lost you once, never again." She says with fire in her voice. I walk over and gently hug her, she hugs back.

"I'll be fine, Sam." I say, and let go of her to back up."

"What's the signal going to be?" Carly asks. Johnson holds up a flare gun.

"One of these flares means we need help." Johnson explains. "Now, let's move." And we set off for the warehouse. After about 5 minutes of running, we came to an entrance. I took out the key I still have and unlock the door and we move in.

"Follow me." I whisper and we move discretely. Soon I find the room where Anton sleeps. I open it and move in. he's asleep and in his bed, I move in and put a hand over his mouth. His eyes open and he raises a fist. I raise a hand in defense and he sees it's me. I hand him a pistol, he takes it and gets up from the bed. We move on to the next room and find Boris asleep in his bed. I move next to him and put my hand over his mouth like with Anton. Before I know what's happening, a large black hand is around my throat. Boris slowly opens his eyes and looks at me. I pull my hand away and he does the same. I hand him a gun as well and we exit the room. Slowly we make our way to the exit. It looks like this was going to be an easy mission.

"Hey, what's going on here?" a Russian voice says in front of us, we look up and see a large guard standing there. "What's going on here?" he asks again, in English this time. Before we can answer an arm finds its way around the man's neck. He begins to struggle, but we hear a sickening crack and the man falls still. The arm releases him and we see Greg standing there slightly panting.

"Got him." He says while looking down at the man. He looks up and smiles at us. Suddenly there are two gunshots and Greg jerks and falls, two large red stains forming on his white shirt.

"No," says Alexi looking at the body of Greg disdainfully, "I got you." At this point we have all dived for cover. The only thing between us and the exit is Alexi. He pulls out a Pearphone and presses a button. Alarms go off all over and men come swarming out of their rooms. I look up at the ceiling and see a skylight. I aim the flare gun and pull the trigger. A large blue flare shoots out and soars into the sky.

"They'll be here soon." I say to everyone.

"Let's hope so," says Johnson, "We don't have too long."

"Them I'll buy us some time." Gibby says and pulls out his gun he fires off three shots, each one hitting a barrel in a different part of the warehouse. They explode and send flames everywhere. Some of the flames lands on men, more on supports that are holding up the roof.

"Protect the product!" Alexi screams and I notice lots of men running to refrigerator sized metal containers full of packages wrapped in a silver foil. They start to empty ones that have caught flame and moving those that haven't yet to safe places. While all the men did this, none were able to attack us.

"Nice shooting Gibby." I say. "Except now we're stuck in a warehouse on fire."

Sam's POV:

I was sitting on the hood of the car inspecting my gun, when one of Gibby's men shouts out.

"Look, a flare!" he shouts. I look up and see a large blue flare lighting up the sky. I look below it and see the warehouse, except it's on fire.

"Oh Freddie, what did you do?" I set off on a run toward the warehouse, soon everyone follows and we're all running to help our friends and employers. Freddie's not dying on me again.

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