A/N: What up CAM fans SDR is Back with the much awaited sequel of the smash hit iGangster. But before I go into the basics of this story I would like to address an author by the name of turtle goes rawr. This guy seems to take joy in bashing my stories saying stuff: "The iCarly's don't curse," and "LEARN TO SPELL IDIOT." Well on behalf of myself and my loyal, loyal SDR fans FUCK YOU! I usually don't bash other authors because I don't want people doing it to me but yeah you hate my work and me so much but yet read my stories. You're just jealous cause your boring little fics only get two or three reviews while most of mine get like thirty to 60. Maybe if you were original and did something cool people would read your work. You're just a writer I'm an artist ok better yet you're just a protester I'm a movement even better I'm a dragon you're a turtle dragons not only eat turtles. We burn them so crawl back into your little shell and scurry off cause you can hate all want but you're wasting your time. Now onto the story this takes place a year after the end of iGangster. And will chronicle the adventures of Carly and Sam as Bounty Hunters so lets get it.
Disclaimer: Now given the smutty violant stuff I write do you really think it iCarly would be on Nick if I owned it.
Sam and Carly walked arm and arm into the briefing room of their business Dragon Bail Bonds. Where the others waited for them. Sam was dressed in a pair of black cargo pants black Timberland boots a black and white baseball style three quarter inch sleeved shirt. With her hair in clips hanging out the back of black bandanna with white dragons on it. Carly was dressed much the same way except where Sam wore a her shirt Carly wore a black Affliction tank top and she wore her hair in a single braided ponytail at the back of her head.
"Ok people who are we going after today?" Carly asked walking over to her dry earse board that she used to display mug shots.
"Guy's name is Mark Mack race Caucasian age twenty three height six foot four weight two twenty," David said twirling one of his dreads.
"What'd he get booked for?" Carly ask as she wrote down the information.
"Assault, possession of fire arms and possession of an illegal substance with intent to distribute," David said.
"Who's the cosigner for this nub," Sam said growing impatient as she always did before a hunt.
"Easy Sammie we'll be done soon," Frankie said as she sipped her coffee.
"Davie cosigner?" Carly said bringing everyone back to order.
"Cosigner is the girlfriend Alice Woods stay over on the side of the beach by the marina," David said.
"That's gonna be a drive," KP said, " supposed to storm today."
"Well last questions who wrote the bond on this guy," Carly asked.
"Red," David said referring to KP by one of her many nicknames.
"Well Katie you're knocking on the door with this one," Sam said. "Hey Princess you got the warrant," she said to her twin sister.
"Right here ready to go when you are Sammie," Melanie said placing the warrant inside a manila folder.
"Alright guys lets get dressed and mount up," Carly said.
With that everyone goin into the field sat about putting on the rest of their. They all basically wore what police wore on a daily basis. Bullet proof vest a nylon belt containing handcuffs pepper spray a clip of rubber bullets and a flashlight. Each belt had holsters for a handgun with the exception of David who preferred to use shoulder holsters because they looked cooler. They all wore fingerless gloves on their hands and their badges around their neck the only person not wearing a vest or gun was KP who was to knock on the door in an attempt to lure the fugitive out.
"Such a shame to load a beautiful thing like this with rubber," David said loading his silver 50 cal desert eagle.
"I know but you know the rules big cuz bounty hunters can't carry lethal rounds in this state," Carly said helping Sam secure her vest.
"Yeah suck it up Dab we need to get this job done," Sam said helping Carly like wise secure her vest.
Carly then looked into the icy blue eyes that she loved so much. Eyes that were the window to a soul that still had a light and mischief that two years in prison couldn't break. "So are you gonna take it easy out there mama," she asked smiling down at the slightly shorter girl.
"Nope are you cupcake?" Sam asked smiling back at Carly.
"Not a chance," Carly said before capturing Sam's lips with hers.
Forty five minutes later Carly and the others found themselves rolling down a stretch of houses. Carly, Sam and KP in their black Chevy Suburban and David and Frankie in David's modified black Ford F250 pickup truck.
"Monny-boo Baby-Doll you read us," Sam said checking the frequency on her police style walkie talkie
"Roger that cuzo we read you loud and clear," David said.
"Ok we're coming up on the house right around the corner you see the problem we do," Carly asked cutting in on the conversation .
"Yep this jerk is too close to the water we may lose him if he runs," Frankie said into her radio. "Not to mention that wall we can't really see around," Frankie said as the cars pulled to a stop a few feet away from the house.
"Ok what's the plan girls?" KP asked as they got out of the cars .
"Its simple," Sam said adjusting her sunglasses. "KP you go up knock on the door try to find out if he's in there then if he is bring him out," Sam said taking command of the situation. "Dave and I will go over the wall and go round back. Carly you and Baby Doll stay out front incase he comes this way and keep the streets clear," she continued.
"Alright lets go," Carly said as they went into position.
"Need a boost Sammie?," David asked his cousin before watching her back up a few steps and make a running leap over the wall. "Guess not," he said before mimicking the same action.
"Be a little louder next time huh," Sam said as she and David crept around the house.
"Sorry I'm bigger than you I make more noise when I jump over stuff," David said.
"Davie, Sam he's coming out the back door move it !" came KP's voice through the radio prompting David and Sam to draw their guns and run to the back of the house as quick as possible.
"FREZE MARK!," Sam yelled seeing their target trying get over the wall and pointing her gun at him.
Paniced and deprete not to go to jail Mark did the only thing he could think of to get away. "Sick'em Monster!" he said calling his near two hundred pound pit bull.
"Oh Shit!... Ah get off! Get off!" David said as the dog tackled him. "I said get off!," he yelled punching the dog in the face and knocking him out.
"Dab you ok?" Sam asked.
"Yeah go get him!," David said grabbing his arm where the dog had bitten him.
"Cupcake, Baby Doll I'm getting close to you do you see him!," Sam's voice came through Carly's radio.
"Yeah Mama we're right behind him." Carly said as she and Frankie ran after him. "Stop running motherfucker! You're not getting away!," she yelled as he ran closer to the pier.
"You don't think he's gonna," Frankie said just before Mark dived off the pier into water below.
"Here hold this!," Carly said snapping off her belt and radio.
"Carls!," Frankie yelled as Carly dived into the water after Mark.
"Frankie, cupcake," Sam said breathlessly as she and David caught up to her.
Frankie simply held up Carly's utility belt and said, " Gone fishing." "Poppie your arm ," she said seeing the blood seeping from David's wound.
"Just a scratch," David said honestly. "Right now we need to worry bout Carls."
Sam looked over the pier watching the ocean in silent prayer that Carly would be ok. For all purposes Carly was her wife. Their union wasn't legal but it was a union of their heart and that's all that mattered. And right now much like with any hunt they went on when and Carly decided to take a spontaneous risk. Her heart clamed instantly when she Carly an their fugitive surface from the water, and Carly drug him to the beach.
"Their she is come on," Sam said taking off towards the shore line.
"Right behind you boss girl," Frankie said.
"Carly you alright," David asked as they came upon Carly patting Mark down for weapons and drugs.
"Yeah just a little wet and not in the good way," she said breathlessly as she finished. "He's clean cuff him.,"
"Gladly," David said pulling out his handcuffs. "You know I should kick your ass for what that damn did but where you're going you'll get one. Come on!."
As David and Frankie walked the fugitive back the vehicles Sam stared at Carly with incredulous look on her face. "What's the look for Mama we caught the bad guy."
"You could've killed yourself jumping off that damn pier," Sam said.
Carly smiled and moved close to Sam and wrapped her hand around Sam's waist and pulled her into a deep open mouth kiss. Making her tongue dance with Sam's. She then very skillfully and smoothly snaked her hand into the front of Sam's pants and inside her girl boxers. She then pushed two fingers teasingly just inside of the damp folds of Sam's sex.
"Umm I'm not the only one who's soaked am I mama," Carly said in a seductive voice. Teasingly rotating her fingers just inside Sam's sex.
"Umm Cupcake….. I'm trying to be mad at you," Sam murmured as she felt Carly's thumb lightly brush her clit.
"You're not mad you like doing dangerous stuff just as much as I do," Carly said seductively. "And you get just as turned on by it as I do."
Sam knew Carly was right. The thrill of being on the hunt filled Sam with a rush of adrenaline that rocked her all the way to the deepest pit of her sex. She always found her self moist after a hunt and the more danger involved the more she felt aroused as did Carly.
"People may see what you're doing to me Cupcake," Sam said her knees becoming like jelly under Carly's touch.
"Never stopped us before," Carly purred.
Sam seeing only no way of protest grabbed the back of Carly's head and forced her tongue into her mouth not breaking the kiss until air became necessary and Carly freed her hand from Sam's pants.
"After we drop this guy at the jail I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk for month," Sam snarled.
"Umm looking forward to it," Carly said with a smile. And the two began to walk back up to the pier.
A/N: Well folks that the end of the first chapter. What did you think I hope you liked it. And if the little Turtle is reading this bring on the hate punk bring on the hate. Also all my fans if you haven't already I encourage you to friend me on Facebook under the name Armon Brown just look for the guy with the star cut into his hair. But please tell me you're from in your request. Also please leave a review because reviews are love peace and blessings SDR out