Freddie arrived to 1819 Colorado St. at exactly 7:30. Sam wasn't there yet, so Freddie decided to just wait in his car.
He looked down at his phone, making sure the children hadn't called. They hadn't. He turned his PearPhone off; being pretty sure the DCF laid the kids down at 7:00.
Slipping his phone in his pocket, he silently tried clearing his head of thoughts.
He examined the skin under his eyes through his rear view mirror. It was red; no surprise to him. He hadn't slept well ever since the day the kids were taken.
"Boo!" He flinched as a tuff of blonde hair appeared in his peripheral vision.
"Shitake mushrooms, Sam!" He shrieked. "You scared me.
She laughed. "C'mon, we have to get this evidence," She told him, opening his door. "You got your nerd stuff?"
"Yes, Sam, but I believe the proper term is technology." He retorted, and Sam sneered at him.
They both walked up the porch, Freddie twisting the knob. "It's locked."
Sam gave him a 'really' look.
"Oh, right," He smiled. "You're gonna pick the lock."
"Or," Sam laughed, bending down. "I'm gonna get the key from under the welcome mat to my best friend's home."
She flicked the key in the lock and twisted the knob. This time, it opened.
Freddie scrutinized the house surrounding him. What was left of the faded yellow paint was peeling off the walls and the carpet had stains in random places. The kitchen was dirty and the tiles were flaking off. The knobs were broken off the kid's door, leaving a dangerous way to get a splinter.
There wasn't a bed in either room and there was no sort of entertainment visible.
Freddie took a picture of everything that could help their case.
"Sam, I think we're really gonna win them back."
She nodded, smiling.
As they boarded separate cars, they drove home. Sam took out her phone, which she had put on silent.
Two missed calls.
Sam frowned. She didn't recognize the number so she didn't call back.
When she arrived home, she saw Freddie pacing nervously back and forth.
"What's wrong?"
"T-the kids!" Freddie nearly shrieked. "They called…and my phone was off! Listen!"
He played the voicemail left on his phone.
"Uncle Freddie! Save us! Mommy said she was taking us far away!" Piper's voice screeched over the phone.
"Uncle Freddie!" This time the voice of Mason was heard. "You said you'd be there. You have to help!"
Then the line was cut off.
Sam's hand was covered over her mouth. "I—I…I had my phone on silent…I—that's the number that called me!"
Freddie was breathing heavier.
"I think I'm gonna faint," Sam said, her feet tumbling backwards.
Freddie quickly grabbed her and laid her on the couch. "We'll get them back…we have to find them. They need us."
X
Freddie swigged down the whiskey hidden under Sam's cabinet.
He would buy her more eventually because right now, he needed it. Too much stress at one time.
He took another swig, watching Sam sleep. She looked like she was having nightmares.
Swig after swig, he drunk these minutes away. He couldn't sleep; he was waiting on Mason and Piper to call back.
It was already 3 AM and nothing. Nobody called.
He tried walking up the stairs, two steps at a time, but failed, dropping the big bottle shatter on the ground.
This woke Sam.
"Freddie!" She yelled. "What're you doing?"
"G-go back t-to bed, baaaaabbbbyyyyy," He slurred.
She glanced down, spotting the shattered bottle. "God, you're drunk…just great."
He smiled a little, tipping back and forth. "Stay there. I'm coming to get you."
He moved, slipping a little on the texture of the steps.
Sam jumped on the step just above where the bottle shattered and grabbed the rail. She then made her way to the drunk, grabbing hold of his arm and leading him to his room, laying him on his bed.
She was about to walk out when he grabbed her wrists. "Stayyyyy,"
She laid next to him and kissed his cheek. "Go to sleep."
"I-if y-you p-promise t-to s-stay."
She grinned lightly. "I promise."
He squeezed her hand and the light sound of snoring filled the room.
X
Freddie woke up with a major headache. He looked down and saw a blonde tugging on him.
He couldn't remember a thing. Carefully, he removed her arms and walked downstairs, holding his head.
As soon as he stepped off the last step, his foot landed in jagged pieces of glass.
"Aah!" He screamed, waking Sam up as she ran downstairs.
"Crap, I forgot to clean that up last night."
"It's fine…just get me some tweezers and a towel."
She nodded, bringing him the necessities.
As she disappeared upstairs, there was a knock on the door.
Freddie groaned, hopping over to the door and opening it.
"Spencer?"
X
"Who's at the door?" Sam asked, running down the stairs.
She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the man in front of Freddie.
"Woah, um, I wasn't expecting you."
"I—I…we need to talk."
Sam nodded, leading Freddie onto the couch and giving him the tweezers and towels.
Then she went back over to the door, letting Spencer in.
They all sat on the couch.
"So, uh, what'd you need?"
"I'm guessing you guys know Carly broke out of prison."
They nodded. "And she took Mason and Piper…I mean…we were just trying to have someone nurture them and care for them while she couldn't…we didn't mean harm."
He nodded. "I know, and you and Freddie know Carly best…if I have someone that has known Carly for so long help me find her—"
"We're already on it." Freddie informed him.
"Thanks for everything," Spencer said, sincerely. "I couldn't do it alone."
X
"Does your foot feel better?" Sam asked, later that evening as she and Freddie sat on the futon.
"Yeah, a little," He told her. "So did you get the pictures that I took developed?"
Sam held up a pile of pictures. "Yep, all of them."
He scooted closer to her. "Cool, let's take a look at them."
They looked through all of them twice until Sam finally sighed.
"What is it?"
"Will all of this even help?" Sam asked. "Carly already took the kids…she'll never give them back. Maybe we should just giv—"
"No!" Freddie shouted, turning to catch her blazing blue eyes. "We won't give up, okay?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking."
"We continue our mission tomorrow," Freddie told her.
"But what about your foot?"
"That's not stopping me."
She smiled at him. "I love you."
He beamed, feeling ecstatic. "I love you too."
With that, they ended the night with shared kisses and fell asleep in each other's embrace.
They didn't know how long they would have to wait to finally call each other girlfriend and boyfriend, but they knew they couldn't wait too much longer.
The temptation was killing them both.
A/N: That's the end of chapter 12! I'm extremely happy with all the reviews I got. I can't say thank you enough. Review please. They really make my day.