This chapter isn't quite as eventful as the other chapters but we do have a visit from the police. There is also some slight seddie fluff :)

It had been 18 hours since Carly was last seen. It was 2:00am. No one was asleep.

Spencer was locked away in his room just staring up at the ceiling, overthinking every little detail of the day.

Sam was lying on the couch. Spencer had told her that she could go to sleep in Carly's room but she new that she wouldn't be able to if she tried. Freddie was sat on the chair opposite her. His head was in his hands and his breathing was shallow but she new he wasn't asleep.

"Freddie?" He lifted his head from his hands for the first time all night. He hadn't realised that Sam was still up as she hadn't said a word.

"Wh-what Sam?" He asked softly, still shocked by her voice.

"Nothing. Just checking you were still alive" she replied numbly. He smirked his signature Freddie smirk and sat up straighter on his chair.

"You should really get some sleep Sam"

"Oh sorry mother. Anyway your still up" and he realised he couldn't argue with that and so he just nodded and sank back into the chair.

"Can't sleep either huh?" He asked softly. She nodded her head hesitantly, her eyes avoiding his.

"I just- I can't stop thinking about where she is- you know? How can I sleep when I know that my best friend is just out there somewhere...alone" it was the first time she had opened up to him just a little bit. The first time she had actually spoke about how she felt properly. He nodded his head understandingly.

"Yeah but us being sleep deprived isn't going to help. Try not to think about it, alright? So you should try to at least get some sleep" she nodded her head in agreement.

"Don't tell me what to do, Benson. I'm going to sleep because I want to, not because you told me to" Freddie watched as she closed her eyes, she looked so peaceful when she slept. But it was soon disrupted when she began to throw her arms around and groan. Her eyes were still shut and Freddie new she was having a nightmare.

"Sam?" He called and walked over to her. He began to shake her, trying to wake her up, he new this was a dangerous game. Who dares to wake the demon.

"No. Go-go away"

"Sam, it's Freddie wake up" After a few minutes of shaking her, she finally woke up with a shock.

Her eyes opened wide. A thick layer of sweat was covering her face and she was panting, gasping for air.

"It's alright Sam. You just had a bad dream" Freddie comforted as he lifted her feet up of the couch and sat down before placing them back down so they rested on top of his legs. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, trying to process what was happening. She swung her feet of his lap so that she was now sitting beside him.

"Such a nub"

"Wha- Sam I was just trying to help" he spat angrily.

"Geez, it was a little dream. It's not like I was dying"

"Pretty much. Care to tell me what it was about?" He asked carefully. He had an idea that it might have been about Carly but he couldn't assume.

"That's non of your beeswax"

"Sam... just tell me"

"Doesn't matter, it was dumb" she let her tired head drop onto his shoulder. He flinched a little at the action. Was Sam actually initiating physical contact without causing him any harm. He didn't say anything though he just let her lay there until the sound of her soft snores filled the air.

And that's how Spencer found them the next morning.

Freddie was the first to wake up. He noticed Spencer sitting in the chair opposite her with a weird smirk upon his lips. He was about to ask what his deal was when he realised something was weighing his shoulder down. He then remember that the one and only Samantha Puckett was laying on his shoulder.

"Sam" he poked her, trying to get her to wake up.

"Sam, wake up" she groaned and rubbed her eyes before realising who she was lying on.

"FREDNUB?! What the chizz?" She growled, obviously not remembering how she fell asleep the previous night. She jumped up immediately, embarrassed as she noticed Spencer watching them.

"Aww, you guys are-"

"Don't even start with me, I'm not in the mood" Sam muttered before storming into the kitchen.

"Ew Sam, you drooled all over my shoulder" Freddie called as he stormed off after her.

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Knock knock.

"I got it" Spencer yelled as he sprinted to the door and swung it open to reveal a short bald man.

"Hello, I'm agent Carl" he said as he shook Spencer's hand. "You must be Spencer shay?" He questioned. Spencer nodded, now intrigued as to why he was here. "I am here to discuss the recent disappearance of Carly Shay, who I understand is your sister"

"Y-yes. Please do come in" Spencer opened the door wider and allowed agent Carl to enter the apartment.

Freddie jumped up from the couch and shook the agents hand. "Freddie Benson" he greeted. Agent Carl smiled at his politeness and then looked towards the girls who hadn't risen from the couch.

"Errr... and that's Sam Puckett" Freddie gestured towards her and she gave a slight smirk.

"So, how can we help?" Spencer asked curiously.

"We've searched the evidence provided and confirmed some information" the agent responded calmly as he looked down at his paperwork. "We've found the name of the of the criminal"

"What- who is it?" Sam gasped excitedly.

"I'm sorry Miss Puckett, but I am unable to inform you of such information"

"Then why are you here" Freddie elbowed her in the ribs, trying to tell her to shut up.

"After searching under the name, we managed to receive helpful information. We've successfully found his criminal record and proves that he has been to prison twice. Once under the suspicion of sexually assaulting a women, though proven not guilty and once for stealing from the local bank." he continued. "Two bodies have been discovered in the past 6 months in this local area."

"S-so what? Carly's next on this guys death list?" Sam stuttered out. Spencer and Freddie looked at her and then looked at the agent, waiting for him to disagree.

"No Miss Puckett, That information has not been confirmed. We're not sure whether this is anything to do with this particular case. We're looking closer into the investigation and will get back to you when we receive further information" he smiled supportively before being shown to the door by Spencer.

"Murderer huh?" Sam muttered. She felt her food churn uncomfortably in her stomach and placed a hand on it.

"We don't know that this guy is anything to do with the two recently discovered bodies" Freddie explained in denial of Sam's recent conclusion.

"Yeah right" she muttered sarcastically.

"Could you please stop" Freddie said sadly from beside her.

"Stop what, Fredward?"

"Being so negative"

"Oh of course. Because this situation is just so happy and positive that I can't help but smile and laugh all day" Freddie rolled his eyes at her behaviour.

"Sam, Freddie's right. Your negativity is the last thing we need right now" Spencer cut in softly.

"Sorry" she looked down at her feet before walking over to the couch and throwing herself onto it, her mood seemed to have done a complete 360 and she now looked utterly depressed.

"Anyone want spaghetti Tacos for lunch?" Spencer asked cheerfully, trying to brighten the mood.

"Sure I could go for some" Freddie replied with a slight smile.

"Sam?"

"Im not hungry"

Something was definitely wrong.

Do you think Carly's kidnapper is a murderer??? Review and tell me what you think is going to happen next :)