Sam POV

I woke up the next morning to the sound of the phone ringing. I groggily crawled out of my bed and grabbed it. "Hello?" I muttered into it.

"Hello, this is Amanda Jays. Is this Samantha Michelle Puckett Benson?" A woman asked on the other end of the phone.

"Um... Yeah," I said. I wasn't used to people calling me by my full name. Plus, I really hated my first, middle, and maiden names.

"Do you know a Unity Houston?" Amanda asked me.

"Um... Sort of?"

"I'm her secretary and evidently you have been recently trying to call her."

"Right..."

"Do you wish to speak to her right now?"

Then it hit me why I was trying to call her. What? I just woke-up. I remember nothing in the morning. "Yes! Is that possible?" I asked trying to be all businessy.

"Yes, ma'am," Amanda said to me. "Please hold while I direct your call to her."

I waited and listened to random background music. I immediately left the room before Freddie heard me talking and I ran off to the bathroom. I then sat down on the counter in front of the mirror. I then started humming to myself and finally, a voice answered the phone. "Hello, Mrs. Benson," Unity said and I'm sure she was smirking.

"Hey," I said calmly.

"Can I help you?" she asked with an annoyed tone. "I don't have all day. I've got people to shoot, people to poison, and I need to go de pêche pour les poissons."

"...Right... Well, I was wondering if you have any proof or something of Abigail James hiring you to kill me?" I asked her getting straight to the point.

"I do."

"Well, I was wondering if you could help me out. I did give you lots of money," I told her trying to emphasize the lots of money part.

"Correct."

"Well..."

"Right, I'll have my secretary send you the information. I guess you want to file a case for Abigail?" Unity asked me.

"Yup."

"Alright. My secretary will send you evidence of Abigail hiring me," Unity said. "And I gotta go. Au revoir."

I hung up the phone while getting annoyed with her french speaking accent. Why the heck was she always changing her accent and language? It annoyed the hell out of me. I jumped off the counter and opened the door right as Liz was about to knock on it. "Talking on the phone in the bathroom," she said glancing at the phone in my hand. "I hope you're not cheating on dad."

"Why would I-"

"I gotta pee."

Silence. "Right... I'm leaving," I said while walking around her and out of the bathroom.

...~*~...

In a few days, a package arrived at the house. I quickly grabbed it and ran to the basement for once and I opened it quickly. I looked inside and smiled as I saw a bunch of documents and, most likely, recordings. I quickly grabbed one document and scanned over it. It was Abigail requesting Unity to kill me. I smiled as a sifted through the many documents. I knew immediately that this would be more than enough proof to prove that Abigail tried to kill me.

...~*~...

I walked into Carly's house with Freddie right behind me. I was also carrying the fancy suitcase. Carly saw me and Freddie holding hands and me carrying a suitcase, she then decided that she would have to take us upstairs to her and Gibby's bedroom. Gibby was asleep on the bed and Carly just glanced at him. "Shouldn't we go somewhere more private?" I asked her.

Carly noticed I was staring at Gibby. "Nah," she said. "Even if he does wake-up, he won't pay any attention."

"Isn't that kind of mean-ish?" Freddie asked her.

"Nope."

"Right... Anyways, you know that weird story I told you about what happened on the vacation to Hawaii, Carly?" I asked.

"Yup."

"Right, well. You remember me mentioning Unity?"

"Mhmm."

"Well, I called her a few days ago asking for evidence of the thing Abigail did and she sent me all of these papers," I said. I handed Carly the box filled with papers. "And recording things. Like phone calls and stuff. She said she records all of it. Including the time I was talking to her which is kind of creepy."

"Wow," Carly said as she looked through the pages. "This... This is so much evidence. She'd have to be proven guilty."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Freddie repeated. "I'm confused."

I glanced at Carly. "You wanna tell him?"

"Not really."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll give you a stuffed animal unicorn!" I told her with a smile.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she had a huge smile on her face. "Okay!" she squealed like a little kid. "I'll tell him."

...~*~...

After Carly explained everything to Freddie, Freddie's mouth was hanging open and he was staring at me and Carly in shock. "Are... Are you guys serious?" he asked us. I nodded my head as did Carly. "But... That makes no sense."

I shrugged my shoulders. "So what if it makes no sense? It happened and that's the truth," I told him.

"But... Abigail can't be that evil," he told me.

"Yes, she can be."

"But so evil she'd hire somebody to kill you?"

"Yup," I said to him.

Freddie sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked at us and said, "Yeah, I can tell you guys are serious." We nodded our heads. "So I believe you guys."

I smiled. "Good," I said. I turned around and looked at Carly. "First off, we need to file a case or whatever against Abigail."

"I can do that," Freddie said. "I know what to do."

I nodded my head. "Second, Carly, you need to... uh...," I tapped my chin. "Read all of the papers and see if there's anything good that we can use against Abigail."

Carly nodded her head. "Can do," she said. She grabbed the suitcase with the papers and put them on her desk.

"That's all I got," I said turning around to look at Freddie.

"Right," he said. "Well, I got to get to work. Should I -"

"Don't tell Abigail anything," I told him with a quick glare.

Freddie nodded his head. "I won't mention anything to her."

"And," Carly said piping in. "Act normal around her. Act like you would any other day. Like nothing has changed."

He nodded his head again. "I'll try... It'll just be kind of hard to see Abigail and know what she's... done," he said carefully. He gave me a quick peck on the lips and then left the room.

I looked over at Carly who was sitting down on the bed next to Gibby, who was still asleep. Her face was scrunched up and she was staring at the wall. "I know that face," I said to her. "You have an idea for something."

"Won't we have to get Unity to prove that the evidence is in fact real and not fake?" she asked me. "The court may not believe us if we don't have Unity. But if we have Unity, she'll be arrested for being an assassin."

I sighed and sat down next to her. "If they have any questions, maybe I can get Unity to show up. Knowing her she has a bunch of evil bodyguard-people-things that will help her get out before anything bad happens. And she can probably escape jail too."

Carly just sighed. "I guess we should get to work," she said glancing over at the clock on the wall. She stretched her arms and stood up slowly. "Let's go," she said grabbing my arm and pulling me away.

I'm terribly sorry for the lack of updates. I've been super busy and uninspired. I feel horrible because I lost inspiration for this when it's so close to the end! I hope this chapter was at least ok. I feel like it was sort of rushed and sort of horrible and just OOC and weird and unfitting for this story and blah.

I'll update whenever... I have color guard practice for the next few weeks and then a bunch of other crap. And Tumblr. And more tumblr. God, I love tumblr.

Anyways, forgive me. I hope people will understand this lame excuse. I've discovered that excuses are stupid from my color guard instructor and I've gotten used to extreme bitchyness. So, yeah. Whatever.