In this chapter the police conversation is finally discussed and let's just say that Sam isn't too pleased about it.

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Luckily, Mrs Benson left without too much hassle and the group were once again silent, the only sound coming from the tv until Sam decided to pause it.

"Spencer, what did the police say?" she asked softly, realising that this had never been established.

"They said to give it 24 hours and then call back"

Sam and Freddie snapped their heads towards him immediately. Both giving him the same look. 'Why the chizz didn't you tell us earlier'. Spencer looked down guiltily, reading the look in their eyes.

"I didn't want to upset you guys"

"Why why why. Why the heck would they leave it for 24 hours. What the chizz is their problem?" Sam got up and began to pace around angrily.

"Sam. It's been just over an hour. Carly could easily return home" Spencer explained carefully.

"No no. She won't. I know she won't."

Spencer walked over and grabbed her shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Sam. You need to have faith in her. Carly wouldn't want-"

"Oh faith my butt." Spencer stepped back, knowing to distance her when she gets this angry. "Spencer. I had a gut feeling. My gut feelings are never wrong. I know that somethings wrong. I know that Carly's not okay." She was shaking. He didn't know if it was out of anger or because she was just upset but either way it wasn't good. He was waiting for her to explode. "SAM PUCKETT IS NEVER WRONG" And there it was. She screeched so loudly, that they were sure the whole of Seattle had heard her. Spencer walked up to her, about to tell her that maybe just this once she was wrong and Carly was perfectly fine but he decided otherwise. She stormed off up stairs, stamping her feet all the way up, like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Wow, she's really chizzed off at the police" Freddie sighed taking his place back on the couch. Spencer nodded sitting next to him.

"She'll be alright. She just needs some time to cool off" though his statement was contradicted when a loud smash was heard from upstairs. They both shared worried glances before legging it up the stairs to see what had happened. They went to open the studio door only to realise it was no longer there. The door had been flung of its hinges and was now lying on the ground. The glass was smashed and a had a giant hole in and Freddie's camera was lying on the floor beside it.

"W-what happened?" Spencer asked, out of breath from running up the stairs so fast.

"I got angry so I threw Freddie's camera through the door and then ripped it off it's hinges" she replied with no expression her voice. Freddie's face dropped and it looked like he was about to cry.

"M-my camera" he whimpered as he dropped to the floor and cradled it in his arms.

"My door" Spencer also whimpered as his eyes widened in shock at what the girl had done.

"You guys are being ridiculous"

"We're being ridiculous? I can't believe you broke my camera, Sam. Do you have any idea how much that costs?" Freddie ranted.

"Quit your yapping would ya"

"Your gonna pay for this young lady" Spencer scolded. Sam couldn't help but laugh at him trying to be a responsible parent.

"Yeah. I'll pay" she muttered sarcastically. Freddie stood up off the floor sadly and they started to head out the room when Sam stopped all of a sudden. They turned around giving her a questioning look. Her lips were pursed and her eyes were wide.

"What?" Freddie asked, still irritated by her recent recklessness.

"I think...I stood on glass" she said, her voice was bored. Spencer looked at the ground and the shattered glass that lay up on it.

"Is it-you know, in your...foot?" He asked. Everyone was oddly calm not a single one of them had any kind of expression on their faces.

She nodded her head slowly, her lips still pursed. "I think so, dude" and that's when Spencer started to panic.

"Take your shoe of then" he said frantically, confused on why she was just standing there. She nodded her head and removed her shoe and her sock from her injured foot.

"Is it in there?" She asked as she shoved her foot in Spencer and Freddie's faces.

Spencer let out a girlish squeal.

"It's in there. Oh my god. Oh my god. Freddie, what do we do? What do we do?" He cried hysterically. Freddie chuckled at his child like behaviour.

"It's alright. It's just a bit of glass" Freddie said calmly as he held onto Sams arm and began to lead her over to a bean bag. She slapped his arm off angrily and limped over herself.

"I'll just go get my mom"

"Oh no. No that will not be needed. I'm not having that crazy women come anywhere near me"

"Sam, she's a nurse. She will know how to get it out" he explained and started to walk out the room.

"Benson get your nubby butt back here right now" Sam growled and he stopped immediately. "I'll just rip it out myself, no biggie" she smirked.

"No sam I really don't think you should-"

He was interrupted by a cry of pain coming from Sam as she yanked it out.

"See, it's gone"

"Blood. Sam, you're bleeding. Oh god, so much blood. Freddie make it stop" Spencer once again went into hysterics at the sight of her blood.

Sam looked down at her foot to see the small amount of blood dripping from it. She rolled her eyes.

"Spencer, it's fine. I'll just go to the bathroom and wipe it down" Sam shrugged as she got up and headed towards the bathroom. Spencer looked like he was about to pass out.

"Hey. I'm taking Spencer down stairs. You gonna be alright?" Freddie asked as he grabbed Spencer to hold him up. Sam chuckled at his wimpy behaviour and nodded her head.

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Sam came back down stairs almost half an hour later. She rushed into the living room and stood in front of the tv.

"Pause this cow chizz" she commanded. Freddie looked at her confused but paused it anyway. "I've been thinking"

"This isn't going to end well" Freddie muttered, receiving a chuckle from Spencer.

"I sure know what's going to end when I get a hold of your neck" she spat back venomously. Freddie shrunk back into the couch. "Anyway" Sam started again "If the police aren't gonna get of off their butt and do their job, then we're going to have to do it for them."

"What do you mean, Sam?" Spencer asked seriously.

"We need to find Carly ourselves"

"Don't be ridiculous" Freddie said accusingly.

"You're face is ridiculous"

"Sam, seriously. This isn't a good idea" Spencer butted in responsibly.

"It is too. I'm not sitting here for 24 hours waiting for the police to do something about it"

"But Sam-" Freddie started.

"I don't want any buts in this conversation. I don't care what you guys do but I'm not going to let this happen. I'm not letting my best friend die because some dumb police can't even be bothered to get of their lazy butts to do their job" she ranted.

"Sam, it's the polices business"

But since when has Sam Puckett ever cared about whether it's her business or not.

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So Sams got some kind of plan. In the next chapter something will be found that changes everything...