Ch.3 iGet Arrested

May 15, 2010, 6:15 pm

Carly, Sam and Freddie were all pacing in the iCarly studio. The three of them were confused, yet sad at the same time. "Listen," Freddie said in attempt to break the ice. "We should pay tribute to Gibby tonight on iCarly. Our fans deserve to know why one of our closest friends will no longer appear." Carly and Sam both nodded in agreement. Even Sam, who picked on Gibby as often as she picked on Freddie had to agree. A large part of iCarly's popularity was due to Gibby's help and appearances.

"You're right, Freddie," Carly said sadly. "Gibby was a large part of iCarly, and we can encourage our fans to attend his memorial Sunday night. Spencer barged in to tell Carly about a date he had just nailed, and was confused as to why everyone was down.

"Why do you guys look like you've been to a funeral?" he jokingly asked. "You haven't heard?" Carly asked sadly. "What haven't I-" Sam cut him off. "Dude, Gibby was killed today!" Sam yelled. She felt like punching something. Who would kill Gibby? Sure he liked to take off his shirt, but that didn't get him enemies. No one noticed Spencer as he burst into tears. "How did this happen?" he asked when he was able to compose himself. "We don't know," Freddie replied sadly. "All we were told was that Gibby was killed on his way to school this morning," Carly added, shaking her head. "Then Mr. Howard came in and whispered in Principal Franklin's ear and they sent everybody home." "This is so jank," Sam said angrily. "But we can use iCarly so I can threaten Gibby's killer." "Sam," Carly said disappointed, "We can't use the internet to threaten someone we won't even find." Freddie agreed. He, too wanted to get his hands on whoever killed his best friend, but idle threats would only make the situation worse.

Two hours later, the girls started iCarly. They tried to be cheerful, but it just wasn't happening. "And next on iCarly, we will show one of our favorite things, Messin' with Lewbert," Sam said. Downstairs, there was a knock on the door. Spencer answered to three police officers and a guy in a suit and tie. "Can I help you," Spencer stammered. "My name is Detective William Sharp," the guy in the suit said. "We were told that a Samantha Puckett is here." "Oh, they're upstairs. Let me get them." The police officers immediately walked in and headed for the stairs. "We'll handle this," detective Sharp said as he followed.

"And now on iCarly, we have some bad news to report." Carly said. She had tried to laugh during their Messin' with Lewbert bit, but she couldn't even force it.

"As most of you who attend Ridgeway High School know, and for those who don't Gibby was-" Carly was cut off by three police officers and Detective Sharp barging into the studio. "Samantha Puckett?" detective Sharp asked. "I'm Sam," the blond replied. "You are under arrest." Freddie and Carly were taken aback. "What for?" Freddie angrily demanded of the officers. "Two counts of murder in the first degree," detective Sharp answered, oblivious that the proceedings were being broadcast on the internet. It was all Freddie could do to not drop the camera. One of the officers roughly grabbed Sam's arms and pulled them behind her back. "You have the right to remain silent," detective Sharp began. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

This is not happening, Sam thought as the cuffs were placed on her wrists and closed. "You have the right to an attorney and have them present during questioning," detective Sharp continued. "If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you by the court." As the police proceeded to lead Sam out of the studio, Carly tried to make sense of this. "Who do you think she killed?" she asked worriedly. "We have reason to believe that she killed Charles Gibson and Valerie Greene," the detective callously answered. "Don't say a word," Freddie advised. Sam sent him a look as if to say "Duh!" Sam was marched out of Bushwell Plaza and into a waiting patrol car.

Spencer came up as soon as the police left. "What just happened," he asked confused. "It's simple," Freddie angrily answered. "They think Sam killed Gibby." "And Valerie, the girl who tried to steal Freddie three years ago," Carly added. "At least now we know why they sent everybody home without even allowing us to go to our lockers today," Freddie added wearily. "Ridgeway's a crime scene now." Spencer remembered the events of the morning. "Sam showed up here this morning about ten minutes after you guys left for school," Spencer said. "She was hungry so I gave her five dollars to pick something up to eat on the way to school." Freddie and Carly would not normally be surprised by this. "And earlier, I noticed that the Groovie Smoothie was closed," Spencer added. "That must be where Gibby was killed," Carly said. "Look, we gotta get to the police station," Freddie said hurriedly. "Sam has to know what they think they have." Spencer wasted no time in getting his car keys.

Twenty minutes later, the patrol car containing one Samantha Puckett arrived at Seattle Police Department. She was escorted into the police department by the same three officers who arrested her at Carly's apartment. They led her into the police department, where the booking process began. The female officer who oversaw the proceedure read the file as her mugshot was taken. "Let's see, we have Samantha Joy Puckett, born April 14, 1994." Sam cringed at the machine-like manner in which the lady spoke. "She has three arrests for assault, the last being four months ago, when she squirted hot mustard in a foreign dignitary's eyes." Sam wanted to laugh at this, but she kept her cool, knowing that now wasn't the time. There were a series of flashes, and her front and side pictures were taken.

The officers then shifted to cuffing her hands in front of her, so that they could take her finger prints. "Wow," one of them said as they finished her right hand. "You moved from assault to murder with no stop in between," he mockingly remarked. She bit her tongue, remembering that anything she said could be used against her in court. "So did anything in particular make you mad this morning?" the officer callously continued. "That's enough," the officer doing the booking said. "Officer Peters, take a break," she ordered. Sam smiled inside. Maybe this woman was human, after all. The officer who had been commenting stormed out, angry that he had been reprimanded.

Her finger prints taken, Sam was moved to a holding cell, where another officer took the handcuffs off.

"Drive faster, Spencer," Carly demanded. "I can't," Spencer replied. He was already five miles over the speed limit. "I don't feel like getting pulled over." Freddie was divided between Spencer and Carly. It was not a position he wanted to be in. Part of him was right with Carly, get to the police station as fast as possible. The other part said that Spencer couldn't afford a speeding ticket right now. They had stopped at Sam's house to inform her mother that she had been arrested, only to be told that Mrs. Puckett no longer considered Sam her daughter. "I didn't give birth to a murderer!" she had angrily yelled before slamming the door in their faces. Freddie had wanted to kick the door in, but Carly had reminded him that it would solve nothing. "As far as I'm concerned," she had said in a comforting voice, "Sam is part of my family."

It was times like these when Freddie remembered why he loved Carly in the first place. She wasn't just a reasonably attractive sixteen year old girl. She had a good soul and stopped at nothing to help the people she cared about. He didn't realize untill now how good a person Carly Shay was. She had offered her home to Sam, and Sam didn't even know that her mother had disowned her yet. On that, he had no idea how she was going to tell Sam that particular event. Freddie had experience with Sam's anger, and he had a feeling that if anyone but Carly told her that particular piece of news, Sam would kill the messenger. His train of thought was cut off when Spencer finally announced, "We're here!"

In the holding cell, Sam had come face to face with an old enemy. It seemed Jocelyn's bullying had caught up with her, as she had apparently been arrested at some point earlier that day. "What do we have here?" she asked as she eyed Sam. "Look, I'm not looking for trouble," Sam warned menacingly. The taller girl began to circle her, much like a shark circles a wounded fish. "Don't do it," Sam warned. "That's too bad," Jocelyn replied smugly. "Because trouble's looking for you!" She swung a left hook, but missed. The next thing she knew, Sam had slammed her back against the bars and was punching her in the kidneys. Within seconds, Jocelyn was down for the count. Sam let her go as Officer Peters, the one who had ran his mouth earlier when she was being booked, rushed in with a night stick at the ready.

"Well well, what have we here?" he mockingly asked. "She attacked me," Sam said. "Sure she did. You realize now we have to move you." Sam shrugged. "Do what you must, I'll be out of here soon." She was instructed to face the wall and put her hands behind her back. As she complied with Officer Peters' order, she was struck in the back by his nightstick. The blow dropped her to a knee, but to the officer's surprise, she got back up. She turned to face him, her face a contorted mask of rage and pain. "What the hell is going on here?" an angry voice demanded. Officer Peters turned to see Detective William Sharp, Pepsi in hand. "Puckett assaulted a prisoner," the officer said, and that was only half true.

"Aren't you forgetting something, officer?" asked a recovering Jocelyn. She may have not liked Sam, but she didn't think that she should be assaulted like that by a police officer. "What exactly is he forgetting?" the detective asked calmly. "Look, I started a fight with Puckett. Officer Pinhead here was the first one to make it here to break us up." Sam was surprised. She didn't think she'd be defended by someone who not ten seconds ago she had just beat to a pulp. Jocelyn continued, "He told her that she would have to be moved, and asked her to face the wall and put her hands behind her back. She did, and he struck her in the back with his night stick." Detective Sharp had been with the force long enough to know that you couldn't always take a prisoner for their word. "Ok," he said. "We'll check the surveilence tape. Officer, consider yourself relieved of duty untill further notice. And if what she said is true, it will be you, getting your picture taken with numbers across YOUR CHEST!" he angrily yelled.

"Miss Puckett, would you like a medic to check you out?" Sam was surprised. This was the guy heading the murder investigation in which she was a suspect being friendly. "No thanks," she replied. Jocelyn was wowed at the toughness of this girl. There was definatly going to be a bruise. She extended her hand, this time not in anger, but friendship. Sam took it, and she pulled her up. "Are you alright?" she asked. Sam nodded. "Why would you do that for me?" Sam asked. "Because I think I'm gonna quit being a bully. You've handed me my ass twice now, and that's more than enough for me." Sam didn't think it was possible, but she might have actually made a friend in jail.

"So what are you in for?" Jocelyn asked the smaller girl. She had left Ridgeway soon after Sam had made her tap out in front of everybody in the Groovie Smoothie. Sam laughed, which made her back hurt a bit. "Do you remember a kid named Gibby?" She asked. "Sure, short, chubby, looked like a nerd." Jocelyn had remembered giving him a particularly painful wedgie soon before she started in on Sam. "Well, he's dead," Sam continued. "You're kidding!" the taller girl said. "They think I killed him and some other girl named Valerie." Sam said.

"May I help you?" the receptionist asked when Spencer, Freddie and Carly burst into the police station. Out of breath, Spencer said, "Yes, ma'am, we're here to see a prisoner." The receptionist began typing. "What's the name?" she asked. "Samantha Puckett," Carly answered. "You're in luck, she was just brought in," the lady replied.

"What are your names so I can make visitor's passes," the receptionist asked. "Carly Shay, Spencer Shay, and Freddie Benson," Spencer replied. She typed the names into the computer. "There will be a ten minute wait while these process," she said. As they took seats, Spencer was nearly run over by an angry looking officer who slammed the front door as he left. "Wow," Freddie said as Spencer sat. "I wonder what his problem is."