Disclaimer: Right, I own Totally Spies. Ignore the billion of disclaimers from before where I say I didn't.

"Well girls, this note could not possibly be from Sam's laptop," Jerry said comparing the two sheets of paper. "This letter," he picked up the letter left by Sam, "is written in the "Donald" font, a font that Sam does not have on her computer." He scrolled through the list of fonts, and nodded when he saw no sign of that font.

"So Sammie… didn't write it?" Clover asked, evidence of tears soiling her cheeks.

Jerry shook his head. "Perhaps not on this computer, but knowing Sam, she would sign her letters. So I don't think she's the one who did it."

Alex asked the question that was on everyone's mind. "Then who did?"

Silence ensued.

"The same person who threatened to take her in the first place."

Gasps were heard from Alex and Clover. Jerry searched through some manila folders, picking one up when he came to the right one. He took out a piece of paper, it being laminated.

"This letter was from Sam's 'kidnapper'. The font does not match, but perhaps it was from the same printer."

Clover kept herself from raging a few curses, wondering what happened to their Sammie.

"GLADIS, scan the two papers from paper quality, ink, and perhaps printer."

GLADIS took the two sheets of paper and went on with scanning them, while Jerry looked back to talk to the two girls sitting anxiously behind him,

"Now girls, besides that,, we have trackers, computers, scanners, dogs and searches looking for Sam, but it seems her tracking device has been removed and destroyed."

"Wait, her X-powder is right here…" Alex began saying, confused at the X-powder in her hand. How was it destroyed?

"Girls… WOOHP has a… safety tracker lodged in you bodies in case of an emergency, such as this one-"

Clover cut him off. " Wait, are you saying there's this THING in my BODY?" She yelled out, completely furious and disgusted. Alex's face was showed her disgust, but she kept it in.

"Now Clover, listen-"

Clover pointed an accusing finger at Jerry. "No you listen! How dare you put something in me without my permission?"

"Clover, it's a safety measure-"

"SCAN COMPLETE." The three looked at GLADIS, while Jerry took out the report sheet.

"Paper quality is the same. Ink is the same." GLADIS said, even though Jerry already read it.

"And the printer?"

"The printer number has been searched for, and no such printer found."

"What? How can that be?"

"Hold up, what happened?" Alex asked, confused.

Jerry gulped. "Apparently, the printer where this paper was printed from, does not even exist…"

"Sam! Where's Alex?" Clover, a glare set on her face, looked around the room as if her "target" was hiding in there. Sam shrugged, not having seen Alex since school ended.

"Not sure."

Clover narrowed her eyes, giving Sam a glare. "You're not hiding her from me, are you?"

Sam suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, not wanting to make Clover any madder than she already was (for some reason). "No."

Clover huffed, looking around the room once more. "Well, when you do see her, tell her she has some explaining to do!" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"What did she do, replace all the food in the fridge with carrots again?"

"No…"

"Well, what's worse than that?"

"She stole my new handbag! Not only was it expensive, it was rare and made from the finest Egyptian fabric there is!" Clover shouted angrily. "And there's only five in the world that are handmade from the best designers! I have a good reason for being mad Sammie! How am I supposed to show it off to Mandy if I don't have it?"

Once again, Sam had to restrain rolling her eyes. "How do you know Alex did it?"

Clover didn't miss a beat. "I saw her with it today?"

Sam sighed. "Well maybe she has one too!"

"Why are you defending her Sam? I thought you were on my side!"

Well, this is an awkward twist of events…

"I'm making sure you don't get the wrong idea from our friend. She would never steal something of yours!"

Clover narrowed her eyes once more. "You're right Sam. Maybe she didn't steal it. Maybe you did!"

Sam gave a look of disbelief. "You're got to be kidding me! Why would I steal your handbag?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

"I can't believe you!" Sam cried out as she glared at Clover.

"Because I'm right?"

"No! Because you're picking a stupid handbag over your two loyal friends!"

"Excuse me? How are you two loyal if I think you stole my handbag?"

"That makes no sense! You're being unreasonable!"

"I am not!"

Sam woke up with a jolt, her anger being fueled by her most recent dream.

She finally remembered why she left them. Clover was being idiotic, as usual.

But… should she have left?

Sure, Clover was being unreasonable, and that was always the reason both of them got into a fight, but was it worth leaving them forever?

"I want you here with me." He brought her closer to his chest and planted kisses on her neck.

"But-"

"What can they do? Alex is always busy… and Clover chose a handbag over you."

Sam looked down.

He had a point, she had to admit,, but was it worth it?

Confusion was shown in her eyes. She took off his finger from her mouth. "What? What about WOOHP? They'll find me you know. And then-"

He placed a finger on her lips again. He hesitated before answering. "… Well, I looked through WOOHP's database… and…

"…I can't find you in there."

Sam growled. Oh right, WOOHP decided to remove her of her duties since they thought she would get kidnapped.

How dare they! She thought, standing up and walking to the balcony she hadn't noticed before.

She opened the doors to the balcony and stepped outside, taking in the salty ocean air. Even though water had a soothing effect, memories of the betrayal was storied in her mind.

She turned back around and left the windows open.

Uh, I need a shower.

She walked over to her wardrobe closet, and opened it, leaving her mouth agape as she saw the amount of clothing Scam had given her.

"Comfy?"

She turned around quickly, her hair flowing behind her, as she heard his voice.

Speak of the devil.

She meekly nodded, and looked down.

I'm acting like a moron.

Scam smirked and came clover to her, amused by her reaction.

"Thanks." She said quietly, and turned back to pick out a few clothes.

I'm guessing she doesn't know I'm behind her?

He kept quiet, wanting to see her reaction to him behind near her.

Sam picked out a white pair of sweat pants with a light blue t-shirt. She knew Scam was watching her, so she didn't dare to go towards the drawer to see what was hiding in there.

She turned around, and let out a little shriek, making Scam chuckled. He came closer to her and placed his head in the crook of her head and shoulder, but Sam, blushing, tore herself away from him and went into the bathroom connected to her room and looked the door.

He chuckled some more, and left the room as he heard the shower turn on.

Scam walked through the corridors, intent on heading towards his study room, where his laptop was located.

It was really a shame that he had to burn his printer and hack into the system to make sure it never existed, but it was worth it.

Now, they'll never find you Samantha. And I intend to keep it that way.

He walked towards his room to ready some clips, in case of a time when Sam decided it was time to go back.

Sure, he knew she was angry, but that anger could keep her here for so long…

If the time ever came, he would use the clips to make her angrier.

And that'll be a time when she completely trusts me, and I'll be the one to comfort her.

Sam, inside the shower, let the warm water rinse the soap off her body.

She was amazed at the size of the bathroom, with its marble floors and lights, and especially the Jacuzzi. Did Scam really prepare all this for her?

Why is he doing this? Aren't I his enemy? She thought, confused sketched on her face.

He whispered into her ear. "Why would I kill you if I love you so much?"

Does he really love me? Or are those just words to allow him to get me? She turned off the water and took a cream-colored towel. As she dried off, she kept wondering about his words.

Who can I trust? Was this whole thing just a trap to get me to come here, or did WOOHP really forget about me?

They wouldn't would they? Would they forget all the work I've done, that all three of us did, because they lost hope?

Would they?

She wrapped the towel round herself, mentally berating herself as she realized she forget her undergarments.

She peeked through the door, and not seeing anyone, and ran across the room, looked through the drawers, grabbed what she needed, and went back to the bathroom again.

As she put on her clothes, she kept thinking about all the Scam was doing for her.

If this is all a trap, why would he go through so much trouble to make sore I 'm…. comfortable?

A tear fell from her eye.

I don't know whom to trust anymore. Clover betrayed me, WOOHP seems like they betrayed me, and I don't even know if Scam is going to betray me…

She walked back into the room, drying off her hair with a glazed look in her eyes.

She sighed audibly,

Who can I trust now?

Yes, I know, a boring chapter, not too much action, but I wanted to update since you're all so nice enough to review!

I'm not completely sure of what I'm going to do next. If I don't update, that's because I haven't gotten this massive idea yet. Don't worry, I'll still be thinking, always, but might as well try to write some other chapters of other stories while my mom's not bothering me.

As for Trepidation, my other story, I think I will continue if, but only after I write all the upcoming chapters. Then every… two/three days I'll update. I know if I make it a story, there's a high chance I won't update. Bad habit, I know.

Please review.

Love,

Ivy