Sam POV:

"But why?" a woman's voice asked from behind the wall.

"Because when I found out about your real intent, I had to leave," a man's voice said quickly.

"It's the only way we both get what we want," she said urgently to him.

"By killing her?" he asked.

"Yes, we kill her. I get him to myself and I can change his mind about everything. And then you get whatever you want," the woman told him.

"I know, but I can't. I just can't kill her. I don't have that sick of a mind," the man said rudely.

"Then I guess this is it," she said as she grabbed something out of her purse.

"What do you mean?" the man asked.

"You're not sick enough to kill people," the woman said. "I have no use for you anymore."

"What are you talking about?" the man asked worriedly.

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked him a wicked smile plastered on her face. She threw her purse to the ground and pulled the gun out and shot the man down. "But I'm sick enough," she whispered as she shoved his body into the closet.

I woke up screaming. My hand flew to my chest as I could barely breathe. I heard Freddie groan and he sat up. "Sam?" he asked. "Another bad dream?" I nodded my head. My heart banged loudly in my chest and I wouldn't have been surprised if Freddie could have heard it.

Freddie kissed my neck. "It's alright, Sam," he whispered. This always happened. I would see the future, wake up screaming, and then Freddie would try to calm me down. I guess we were both use to it that I never thought about it anymore.

"I love you," I whispered as I turned to look at Freddie. "I don't know why you put up with me."

"What do you mean?" Freddie asked.

I sighed and wiped away a tear that was on my face. "Making sure I'm okay when I wake up from these nightmares," I said. "If I were you, I would have left me a long time ago."

Freddie sighed and wrapped his arms around my waist. "How could I ever leave you? Even though it does get really annoying to always have to comfort you, I really don't mind," he said to me. "And I love you. How could I leave you all alone? And plus, if I left, you would probably chase after me and then beat me to a pulp."

I smiled and then leaned my head against Freddie's shoulder. "You're a nub. You know know that, right?"

"Definitely," he said. "I'll always be the biggest nub in the world."

I laughed and leaned closer to Freddie. "Goodnight," I whispered as I started to fall back against the bed.

Freddie leaned over me and kissed me on the lips. "Goodnight, Sam," he said.

I smiled at him and then closed my eyes as sleep took over me.

...~*~...

I sat down on Carly's couch, waiting for her to close the restaurant. I flipped through the TV channels. "I'm here," Carly said as she walked into the room. "So, what's up?" she asked.

I skipped straight to the point. I told her all about how I thought it was Zeke Carter who will kill Freddie and about the vision I had had last night. "Sam," Carly said. "I don't know if Zeke is going to kill Freddie."

"I know. But what worries me is that maybe-"

"Zeke is going to be killled?" Carly asked interrupting me.

I nodded my head. "Seems like it," I said to her. I sighed and put my head in my hands. "This is all so confusing!" I grumbled. "First I thought it was Zeke, but now I'm not so sure!"

"Did you recognize his voice?" Carly asked.

"Nope," I said. "It was as if the voices are always changing whenever I think about it. One moment, the woman's voice will be high and the next it will be low. Even in the same word her voice will change. So I really have no idea."

Carly sighed. "Who do you think the woman is?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said to her. "But, I'm going to visit Freddie at work today. I'll see if anyone's voice just pops out at me."

Carly nodded. "You should go on, like now. Just listen to everyone's voice. Even the guys. We have to figure out who the man was."

I nodded my head. "Can do," I said. I stood up. "Thanks, Carls," I said to her. "I love you so much." Carly stood up and we hugged.

"I love you too, Sam," she said.

"Bye," I told her as I started to leave.

"See ya, tomorrow morning!" she yelled as I left.

"Maybe!"

"Sam!"

"Fine! I'll be there," I told her as I walked out the door.

...~*~...

I walked into Freddie's office and started heading straight for the elevators. "Excuse me, miss!" a woman yelled from behind me. I turned on me heel and looked over at her. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"Umm..." I said.

She motioned for me to come over to her desk. I walked over to her. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked me.

"No," I told her hating that I had to go over this again.

"Well you can't go anywhere in this building," she said. "Please schedule an appointment next time."

"I'm Freddie Benson's wife," I told her.

She sighed. She grabbed her phone and dialed a number into it and held it against her ear. "Hello?" a voice asked on the other side of the phone.

"There's a woman here who wants to see Fredward Benson. She claims to be his wife," she said.

"Send her on up. Freddie's been expecting her," the person on the other end said.

"Thank you," she said. The woman hung the phone up and smiled at me. "You may go," she said.

I nodded my head and left. I got into the elevator and pressed the button for the twentieth floor. I started tapping my foot as I slowly went up the building. The doors stopped at the tenth floor and two people came on. A man with dark brown hair and brown eyes had a black suit and a black case. The woman I recognized immediately. "Abigail," I said to her.

"Sam," she said staring down at the floor. Her eyes glanced up at me and she smiled. "You here to see Freddie?" she asked as the elevator slowly moved up.

"Well duh. Who else is there to see here?" I asked.

"Lots of people," she said.

I shrugged. "Don't know 'em, don't care about 'em," I told her.

She laughed. We got to the fifteenth floor and she started to leave. "I thought you were on the twentieth," I said to her.

She stopped and looked back at me. "Usually, but I need to talk to somebody." She turned away from me and started walking away. "I don't know what he sees in her," I heard her mutter as she walked off.

I squinted my eyes and shook my head. I doubt she even said that. I had bad hearing anyways.

The elevator moved up a little ways and then stopped on the sixteenth. Five people came in and then the elevator went back down to the fifteenth. I groaned loudly. The people turned and looked me over. I could tell they were wondering why I was here since I wasn't even dressed up. And I'm sure I had powder in my hair from when Carly and Gibby had gotten into a small fight in the kitchen. No, not a yelling/I'm-Super-Mad-At-You fight. Just a stupid I-Love-You-And-We're-Just-Playing-Around fight.

I decided to get off at the fifteenth and walk up the stairs. I started to turn the corner for the stairs when I heard shouting. "Listen, Jessica," a man's voice said angrily. "I don't give a damn if you can't meet the fuckin' deadline!"

"But, sir! I can explain-"

"Listen to me, Jessica. If you can't meet the deadline, then you can't live," he said.

My hand flew over my mouth. Was he serious or just joking about the can't live part?

"Sir, I promise. I've tried to book a stay the same week, but-"

"No, buts!" the man said. I heard a shove and a gasp from the woman who I assumed was Jessica. "If you can't do it, then I will kill you, you stupid bitch!"

"But I can't!" Jessica cried out.

"You can and you will!"

"Please, anything else!"

I heard glass break. "Tell me something right now, Jessica. Tell me what you want," the man said quietly so I could barely hear him.

I heard a shaky breath come from Jessica. "I want a house and a home for my family," she whispered.

"Then kill her," he said.

"I...I..."

"Jessica," the man said.

"Y-y-yess, sir," Jessica said to him.

"Good. You may leave in ten minutes," he said. The door flew open and I ducked behind the corner, holding my breath and trying not to make the slightest noise or movement.

I heard his feet stomp across the floor and then he was gone. I peeked out from my hiding spot and looked at his backside as he turned the corner. All I got to see was blonde hair and he was wearing only black.

I started to look around me and back away as quickly as possible. I started running down the halls to the other side of the building, searching for the stairs on this side. I turned a corner and ran into somebody. "Watch it, stupid," a woman's voice said.

"You watch it," I said rudely.

"Sam?" she asked. I looked up and saw Abigail standing there. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Um...Looking for the stairs," I said to her. I mean, it was the truth.

"Oh right. Well, why didn't you take the elevator?" she asked.

"It was taking to too long," I told her.

She nodded her head. "They're over there," she said pointing to her left.

"Thanks," I said as I jumped up and started walking away.

I got to the stairs and quickly climbed up them. I got to the twentieth floor and started searching for Freddie's office. I finally found it and I walked in since he was alone.

"Hey," I said to him.

"Hey, Sam," he said as he looked up at me. He motioned to the chair next to his. "You want a seat?" he asked.

"Duh," I said to him. I walked over to the chair and turned it around so it was facing him. I sat down and then kicked my feet up onto his lap. "Better," I said as I leaned back in my seat.

Freddie rolled his eyes. "So, Sam, I was wondering if we could talk."

"Whatever."

"We need to come up with a date for when we got to Hawaii. I was thinking next week would be perfect," he said.

"Next week?" Crap.

"Yeah, is that okay?" he asked.

"Is there any other time?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but that wouldn't be until a year and a half from now," he told me. Perfect. Let's go in a year and a half! The more time with you, the better.

"Next week is good," I lied.

"Great. The hotel I was planning on us staying at has a few rooms left and I'm pretty sure you want an ocean view, right?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "Sounds great," I told him.

"Awesome. So, now we need-"

"Wait," I said remembering my phone call with Melanie. "How long will we be gone?" I asked.

"Two weeks," he said.

My eyes grew wide. "Two weeks?" I asked. I should have had a drink of something in my mouth so I could do one of those spit-takes. "Two weeks? You and me?" I asked again.

Freddie smiled and nodded his head. "Does that sound good?" he asked me.

My eyes were still wide open. "Hell yeah," I said. Freddie rolled his eyes at me. "But," I said.

"But?"

"Yes but," I told him. "Melanie, she's planning on coming this weekend," I said.

"Well, we'll be leaving on Sunday so she can leave that day too," Freddie said.

I nodded. "I'll force her to help us pack," I told him.

"Good, because I'm more than certain you won't pack," he said to me.

I smiled. "You know me so well," I said.

Freddie laughed. "So, what do you think of dinner tonight?" he asked.

"Just us? If so, no. I'm going to be spending two weeks alone with my personal dork, so I think the whole crazy fam should come," I told him.

"Personal dork?" Freddie asked me.

"Yes, dorkwad," I told him.

Freddie rolled his eyes, again. "I guess we can take the whole family. We haven't hung out for a long time," he said.

"Yup," I said as I smiled over at him.

...~*~...

I walked into Texas Steakhouse with my crazy family. Liz had begged me to let her invite Zoe, one of her friends, to come, but I said no. Jason asked if he could not come, but I said no. Then he asked if he could kill himself because he'd be in so much torture hanging out with his family, but I said no to that too. Jena asked if she could bring her teddy bear, I said yes. Ruby asked if she could bring her science book and her notes so she could do some work, I said no.

Freddie asked if we could drop all the kids off at Carly's house so we could be alone together. I said hell no.

The waitress took us to our table and gave us the menus. She left and then I looked at the menu. "I'm gonna get a Pepsi," I said glancing at the menu. "Wish they had Peppy-Cola, but they don't."

Freddie shrugged. "Sorry," he said.

"I'm sorry to be here," Jason mumbled under his breath.

"Hello," a woman said. I turned and looked at her. She had long curly brown hair and blue-green eyes and freckles on her face. She was tall and was wearing a black shirt with dark blue jeans. "My name's Lynn and I'll be your waitress today. May I start you off with a drink?"

"I'll have Pepsi," I said. She nodded her head.

"Pepsi," Freddie said.

"Sweet tea," Liz said.

"Dr. Pepper," Jason said glaring at the menu. "And can you add a bit of I hate my life in it?"

I saw Lynn roll her eyes. "I'll have Pepsi," Jena said.

Ruby sighed. "You're all so unhealthy," she said. She looked up at the waitress. "I'll have water." Crazy-evil six year old alert.

"Alright, I'll be right back with your drinks," Lynn said as she walked away.

"So, what am I going to buy for you, Sam?" Freddie asked after she had walked away.

I looked at the menu. "Ribs," I said. "With mashed potatoes and french fries."

"Two orders of potato foods?" he asked.

"Duh," I said.

"These kids menus are so stupid," Ruby said as she glared down at the maze. "It's so easy!"

"How can you have already finished that?" Jena gasped as she looked at Ruby's menu and then at her own. "I'm not even done with it yet!"

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Evidently your mind isn't as bright as mind," she said.

"Ruby," I said giving her the shut-up-now look.

Jena glared at her little sister. "You're so mean," she said obviously.

Jason snorted. "No dip, sherlock." Jena kicked his shin. "Ow! What the heck was that for?"

"You're stupid," she said.

"At least I'm smarter than you."

"Nuh-uh!" she said. "I've done Liz's homework before!"

"What?" Liz asked.

"I got bored and looked at your homework and did it on my own paper," she said.

"Oh. For a second I thought you had actually done my homework."

I sighed. The waitress came back and gave us all our drinks. "Are you ready to order?" she asked.

I glanced around. "We'll probably need a few more minutes," I told her.

"Take your time," she said as she turned away to leave.

"Mom!" Jason said. "Tell that stupid little blonde girl to get a life!"

"Momma, tell that stupid blonde boy to stop being mean to me!"

"You still call her momma? What are you? Three?" Jason said while laughing.

"I can call her whatever I wanna!" Jena protested.

This was going to be a long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long night.

...~*~...

The woman sat down at the desk. "I heard about your plan," she said to a man with blonde hair.

"So you have," he said. "And I have heard yours."

"Good, so this means we're on the same side," she said.

"Not really."

"Excuse me?"

"I trust no one."

He grabbed a gun out of his coat pocket and pointed it at her.

"Back at 'cha," she said as she pulled one out of her purse. "I probably should have mentioned that shouldn't I have?"

"Yeah," he said. "But I doubt you've ever killed. You are a woman."

"Really? I've killed plenty of times. I've killed twenty people. You?"

The man stared at her with shock in his eyes. "Two," he whispered.

"Really? That's so sad. For a man," she said smirking at him.

"And you've never gotten caught?"

"Of course not. No one thinks of me. I'm sweet and innocent," she whispered. She pointed the gun closer to him. "Drop the gun, boy," she said threateningly.

"Yeah, right," he said.

Suddenly, another woman popped out of nowhere and pointed a gun into his back. "Drop the gun and maybe we can work this out," she whispered into his ear.

Yay! New chapter! lol. Well, can you believe I wrote this all in one hour and thirty minutes? Yeah, it's that easy. rofl. It usually takes me two hours to write one chapter. So, woot! rofl. Anyways, I won't be updating tomorrow and I probably won't update Saturday either. Why? Because I'm going out of town. :( Well, frowny face for you, smiley face for me. lol. I'll be going to a Carrie Underwood concert and I can't wait! WOOHOO.

So, we've learned that there are a bunch of killers in the world. We have the woman at the beginning of the chapter (don't forget about her) and the man and woman in the middle of the chapter (don't forget them either). And don't forget the people at the end of this chapter either! Oh mi god! There's so many people all tied into one kill! AHH! lol.

BTW, the last part that was in italics, it was one of Sam's visions. I was just too lazy to write Sam's reaction. :)

Q&A:

Alwaysseddie-I don't know actually. I'm planning to have at least ten chapters. The maximum will probably be thirty.

Angel-Mentioning the changing hair colour, she actually was born with it. I'm just gonna say that Sam's dad had red hair. It's all in the DNA and stuff. Don't wanna go into detail about that because I could write all day about it. :) And also, the whole math number I typed up, I actually looked something up on the internet for that and figured the math and stuff out myself. Yeah, I'm nerdy look that. :)

SmileyFace-Hey! Thanks for reviewing! And sorry for not updating iMustBreakACurse, but I'm planning on doing that soon! Anyways, I was actually thinking of doing that. lol. It would have been kind of weird and cool..Well...It would be sad for the people on the elevator but still.

Mistress of the Strange-Liz is 13; Jason is 11; Jena is 9.

Until Saturday or Sunday! I love you all! *air kisses*

~InsaneBlueberry~

P.S. This chapter was in honor of ALL veterans in ALL parts of the world! Since it is Veterans Day! :)