iClue

Disclaimer: I don't think I own iCarly or Clue...

Author's Notes: More stuff, though I'm not really good with laying clues, am I? We overhear some incriminating stuff. Or do we? That's your decision to make. Also, Friday's are AWESOME! Hurray for Friday!


Chapter 17: iOverhear Some Things

The morning investigation went well enough. We figured out where my friend and mental image, Spencer Boddy, was murdered. We already knew how. All we need now is the who, and we'd better figure it out soon. Scar is getting impatient; About ready to butcher the suspects. I already caught her glaring at Mustard earlier. Well, let her have her opinions; I have my own.

So, we discuss our next idea.

"I say we beat all of them until someone gives out and confesses," Scar offers her opinion without much seriousness or clarity. At this point, it's not a bad offer, but I still need to learn how to get out of here... and the murderer might be my key. So, I can't risk killing the murderer just yet... but I need to know how to get home. Preferably soon. I voice the fact that that was a bad idea (Not mentioning I'm half tempted to go through with it), and we agree to split up and investigate the other residence. Did I mention I hate splitting up?

So, that's how I got here, sitting outside the living room, waiting for Green to leave so I can question him some more. Scar, much to her annoyance, was elected by myself to spy on Mrs. White. How I got her to agree to that, I still don't know, but I'll betcha she'll find something. Anyone could if they searched hard enough. Then again, Sam's counterpart. Enough said.

The others we will investigate another date. As for now, these two are our top suspects for separate reasons. Green has a gun, while Mrs. White is in charge of the food, while I was poisoned. Suspicious? I think so.

But she's someone elses responsibility. My duty is Green.

I lift my head, hearing footsteps. Someone's coming. Thinking quickly, I duck behind the nearby wall. I risk a peak, and see Mustard enter the Living Room. Okay, now THAT'S what I call suspicious. If Scar was here, she'd not hesitate to follow the temperamental Mustard into the Living Room. Thinking like Scar, I have to follow them into the Living Room also. Only one problem: How can I sneak in there? I look, and see Mustard had left the door wide open. Someone trying to follow them would have no problem doing so unseen. Wow.

So, I utilize my stealth to enter the living room. Mustard don't even notice as I carefully follow him to the couch, where Green is sitting, reading a book entitled, "The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood,". He looks up at Mustard, and his face contorts slightly in anger. I immediately fall to the floor to prevent myself from being seen.

"There you are!" He shouts, exasperated, "I have a bone to pick with you!" Bone? Eh, can't blame him, this is my mind.

Mustard is certainly confused, "Huh? What did I do, Green?" At the least, he's not getting why Green is mad. Neither do I, to tell the truth. Green's angry face turns to one of rage.

"I know you took it, Mustard! Guns just don't up and disappear!" SCAR! I should've known she wouldn't have returned Green's gun! Remind me to shout at her about that later. Meanwhile, back to the argument.

"WHAT? I didn't steal your stupid gun, Green! I never touched it!" He cries out honestly. Huh, a Howard look-alike being honest. And cue the apocalypse.

...Huh, no universal destruction. Okay, back to the present situation.

"Don't lie to me, Mustard. You're the only one who'd seen the gun before it disappeared. The only other people who know about the gun found only the gun case! It HAD to be you!" I crawl closer to the couch, where the two are sitting, and hide beneath it. Better quality hearing that way.

"Ya know what, Green?" Mustard snaps at him, "I don't wanna hear it. I'm outta here," He exits, and Green follows, yelling after him to stop with the lies. And they both fail to notice me, poorly hidden under the couch.

Wow.


I burst into Scar's bedroom to find her sitting lazily on the bed, helping herself to chocolates no doubt stolen from the kitchen.

"Hey," She calls coolly, as though she has nothing to hide. I scowl at her, showing my disapproval, which is sensed immediately, because she frowns.

"Where is it Scar?" I ask. She raises one eyebrow, not knowing what the chiz I'm talking about. But she can be a convincing actress when she wants to be, so I don't fall for it.

"What?" She asks, "Where's what?"

I lose my temper and shout at her, "The gun, Scar, the gun!" Remembering something else, I add, "And don't tell me you returned it cause I know it's not there!"

"Fredward, I really did-" I interrupt her.

"Don't lie Scar, just tell me!"

She frowns deeply, hurt shining in her bright blue eyes, a sign that she WAS telling the truth. Oops, "Freddie, I did return the gun. If it's missing, someone else took it," Her hurt then turns to anger, "I thought you trusted me!" Before I can respond, she leaves, and I feel the guilt pounding at me immediately. What on Earth was I thinking?

Then, she comes back in, "This is my room, YOU leave!" And before I can object, she pushes me out, leaving me standing out in the hallway.

I stand outside her doorway, both looking and feeling like an idiot. Man, I'm stupid.


Scar and Freddie have their first fall out. Don't fret my friends, you already know how this ends if you've read iBecome a Private Eye.

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