This is the same story so plot changes but I felt like I could do better on some of the chapters. Make them longer, better descriptions, make them more 'American'. I know I can do better. It is the first 5 chapters probably which I will change.

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly, I only own the plot

It couldn't be him, it can't be him, it's not allowed to be him. I haven't seen him in years and he could have changed, but he would never do this. I have known him since Ridgeway, he has never had any serious enemies.

I stood there mouth agape, his arm in my grasp, as all the possible solutions to this problem whirled around my brain. While fighting back tears that were threatening to spill out of my eyes, I tried to swallow that horrible feeling in my throat.

I studied his face carefully. It was him, I didn't want it to be, but it was. His nose, his lips, his hands.

"Sam...Sam...Sam...SAM!" I shook my head as I came back to reality "Sam you were gone for about 15 minutes there, are you ok?" I looked up into Kelvin's eyes and saw them filled with worry and confusion. I dropped the arm and saw it swing by the side of the autopsy table.

I coughed a couple of times to try and regain my voice "yeah I'm fine" it still came out croaky. I gave him the biggest smile I could muster at the moment and quickly turned around to exit the room when I remembered why I turned around in the first place.

"Yeah and erm... Good job" I say, giving him a weak thumbs up and then stagger out of the room trying to piece together what just happened. Why of all people did this happen to me? I guess what goes around comes around, but it just hit me twice as fucking hard.

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As soon as I heard the click of the lab door behind me, I took off towards the parking lot. When I reached my car, I fumbled with my keys, struggling to find the main key, mainly because of my hands shaking. I slammed on the gas and drove. I didn't know where I was heading, but I needed to get away. This case was getting a little too personal for my liking.

We were always told to not get personally, mentally or emotionally involved in any case. But now I can't help it, someone I knew was lying dead on an autopsy table after being brutally murdered.

I turned off the highway and parked my car in a small parking lot. I jumped out and felt the cool sea breeze hit my face. I took the bobble which scraped back my crazy mane out of my hair and did a dog shake with my head to get my hair back to being the mess it usually is.

I looked around to see where I had ended up. Turns out I ended up at the beach. It was quite quiet: there were a few sunbathers; dog walkers; and children playing in the sea with the parents shouting at them to get out.

I never went to the beach as a child; my mom was always too drunk to leave the house (plus we lived in Seattle duhh). I mainly come here because it doesn't remind me of my past, no silly stories of me getting sun burnt or getting buried or digging a giant hole. Just grown up memories with me Carly and Izzy.

I took of my high heels and ambled to an empty beach chair. Seeing the slight waves crash on the shore and feeling the sand between my toes instantly calmed my senses.

I stayed there, thinking about nothing in particular but most of all not thinking once about my job. I watched the sun set and watched it create a cascade of colours in the sky. I could stay out here all of my life if I could, but sooner or later I will have to go back to my hell hole of which my life has become.

"I see why you like it here" I looked up to see none other than Miss Carly Shay standing next to me staring, out into the seemingly endless sea.

"It calms me" I stated simply, no emotion in my voice. Emotions make you weak, that's what my mom used to tell me. I try and follow her 'advise' everyday, but sometimes (most times) I fail.

"I got a call saying that you never came back to work, they were really worried" I tore my eyes away from the view and looked at Carly, concern was the main emotion on her face, I sighed and looked back to the vast water in front of me

"It got too personal, I needed to leave" Carly's eyes studied my face, "huh?" her eyebrows knitted together. I sighed knowing that I would have to explain today's events to her.

"He was just laying there in a pool of his own blood, I haven't seen him in a while and this is how we meet again. Seeing him laying there dead made me realise that however much I do, I can't stop innocent people dying, or people from murdering" Finally, I let the tears flow, they fell like a waterfall down my face. Felt Carly engulf me in a hug and rubbed my back.

After what felt like hours, I either was finished crying or was too dehydrated to make more tears. I don't know which, I'm not a doctor. I rubbed my eyes which were no doubly red and swollen.

I stood up, a bit too quickly may I add because I went a bit lightheaded and had to grab on to Carly for support. I regained my balance and walked to my car linking arms with Carly.

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We got back to our apartment at around 10 o'clock and I just flopped down onto the sofa and stuffed my head into the cushions.

I decide to have a shower to rinse all of today's events off me. I turned on the water and thought whether I should have a hot or cold shower. I decided on hot, but turned it up so it would be nearly burning some 're weak. I stripped and stepped into the running water; the hot water hit my skin instantly relaxed my muscles.

I got changed into my girly cow pjs and dressing gown and slumped back into the sofa. I flicked through the TV channels and every now and again Carly (who was sat next to me) would yell at me to stop flicking and just choose a channel.

I was still channel flicking when Izzy came home. She slammed the door and went straight to the medicine cabinet. She took out two ibuprofen tablets and swallowed them dry.

"Tough day then?" I tried to lighten the mood

"uggh it was horrible, since you left, I had to cover for you and do all of your work, omg I feel like shit, I had to have an espresso coffee every 10 minutes to keep awake, doesn't seem that late but since I was working since 6 am I think I deserve an award" she finished and slumped next to me and rubbed her temples, I don't think she had finished her rants, they can go on for ages but I think she saw my emotion and decided not to go on about her

"But what about you? How you feeling?" Izzy said while rubbing my back

"I'm feeling better" I smiled and she sent me a sympathetic one back

"well after working my fucking socks off, I have some news, we know who the victim is and how he was killed" she said it with a triumphant smile as she stood up in front of me, I stayed silent.

"well first things first the victim was... Jonah Williams" as soon as that name came out of her month, Carly's face went as white as a sheet, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. She looked like he wanted to say something but she couldn't, her mouth was moving but no words were coming out.

"I know" As soon as I said those words, Izzy and Carly's faces immediately turn to me.

"You knew?"

Sorry I didn't update last week I went to a netball tournament with a friend and didn't have time to update! So I will try and update twice this week (this being one of them). Thank you for being patient! Misty xxx