A/N: Hey ya'll! I'm back with another chapter just like I promised! Now, there are somethings that need to be said before you read the story. To make them more intersing, I'm going to write them in fairytale format.
Once upon a time, there was this-um-princess named Writersblock1996 (what a great name!) One day, the princess became very sick. She was so sick, she couldn't go to school or do much of anything. Now, there was an upside to this though, because she couldn't do anything, she had lots of free time to write and write more chapter for her epic icarly story. But, lurking just around the corner in fanfic forest, was the big bad writersblock monster! One day, While the princess was out writing her story, the big bad monster walked up and he... poured a bucket of some sort on the princess! The princess was mad of course, but she went back to her story. Sadly though, her mind begain to wander. She couldn't come up with anything! She was so sad, she thought her life was over! BUT FEAR NOT FOR THE PRINCESS is currently fighting with the monster as we speak, throughing words and creativness right in that big bad dudes face! (Writers block monsters really hate that!) And soon, she shall have it banished from the forest!
Ok, that stories is over, thank goodness! So, if you got anything out of that, I've got writers block. (maybe I should change my pen name...) there's really nothing much for me to say except, keep your eyes open. there is a culprit HINT buried somewhere in this chapter! A word of advice: LOOK carfully at anything that might POP OUT from the rest of the story.
Chapter eleven
She knew she shouldn't have left the office early that night. Carol Johnson had worked for Oliver Cambridge for
over ten years, and began to have the ability to sense when something was amiss with him or his office. Why
didn't she stay? She looked away as several police officers walked out of the office building, followed by two
parametics rolling the gurny that carted the body of her boss. It just didn't make sense, what motives could he
possibly have for killing himself? How did he even get his hands on a gun? Never in all the ten years that she
knew him, did she see Cambridge with a gun. She had walked into his office that morning frazzled. She was late
getting up that morning, and had to hurry to get to work. She opened his office door balancing his morning tea
in one hand, her coffie in the other and a new stack of papers from his latest case. " Mr. Cambridge I have
your-" She looked up and dropped everything she was holding. Cambridge was still in his desk-chair, his head
rolled backwards and his eyes wide open. In his hand was a small hand-gun. "M-mr. Cam-Cambridge?" She
stammered in a panick. She ran out of his office, and banged on several doors as she passed them. "SOMEBODY
CALL 9-1-1!" She screamed, charging into the lobby. She ignored the odd stares and murmers as she held back
tears and dialed the numbers she had hoped she would never have to use.
"9-1-1 what your emergancy?" the operator said. "MY BOSS IS DEAD!" Carol screamed into the phone, still trying
not to cry. "Honey, slow down! what happened?" The operator replied, knowing well enough who ever this was
wasn't going to calm down. "I-I walked into-to the office. He-He's dead!" She sobbed, switching the phone to
her other ear. "What is your location?" The operator said frantically, signaling someone to call an ambulance.
"Um, 5105 Chuckle street, its a big office building." She said, staring blankly out the window. "Alright, an
ambulance is on their way." The operator replied, "Do you need to stay on the phone?"
"N-No, I can hear the- the ambulance." She said, hanging up the phone.
She begain to register that people around her were still staring. "What are ya'll staring at? It like no one's ever
seen someone call 9-1-1 to report the death of their boss. Geez you people must live in a cave or something!"
She said calmly as the ambulance siran roared outside.
Sam woke up to the smell of bacon cooking. Wait-it wasn't cooking. It was burning! She jumped out of the bed in
a panic, instantly awake. "FREDDIE!" She called, running into the kitchen. "What the H-E double tooth picks do
you think your doing?" She yelled over the sound of the smoke alarm.
"I was making breakfast!" Freddie called back, waving a small towel over the alarm. "I turn away for two seconds
and the stupid stuff starts burning!" He cried, flapping the towel wildly. "Give me that thing!" Sam said beginning
to get frustrated. She grabbed the towel from Freddie and threw it on the counter. "You can't shut it off like
that! you've got to press the button." She said, her voice almost drowned out by the sound. "Get a chair!"
Freddie ran in out of the room, and came back dragging a chair. He pressed the button once, then twice. The
alarm still wouldn't go off. "Stop the stupid thing!" Sam screeched, covering her ears. "The baby really doesn't
like that sound!" She said, rubbing her belly. "Hand me the towel." He said, reaching down. He grabbed the
towel from Sam and covered the alarm with it. The noise stopped, leaving the room in silence. "Must have been
to much smoke. it wouldn't go off." Freddie said, stepping down from the chair. "Open a window would you?"
"You are never touching anything in that kitchen again. Understand?" Sam said, glaring at Freddie as he
attempted to salvage his bacon. "Don't even bother trying to save it. Its long gone." Sam said, her eyes shifting
to the burned remains. "Thats what you think. Look, there's a piece that not to bad." Freddie said, prying it off of
the pan. He put it in his mouth with a satisfied grin. Then, his face twisted into a look of disgust. Sam smiled,
"Hows it taste?" She giggled. "It-um, taste great!" He said, trying to smile and swallow the gross food. "I am a
fantastic cook!" He said through gritted teeth. "What ever." Sam stated, walking out of the room. "You finish
your 'breakfast', while Dylan and I watch TV." Sam laughed. "Naw, I'm full," He said sarcastically, dumping the
pan into the trash. "Wait, Dylan?" He walked into the livingroom and sat next to his wife. "The baby. I want to
call him Dylan." Sam said simply, switching on the TV. "When do you have to go back to work?" She changed the
subject. "As soon as the boss says I can." Freddie said. He was the producer of a TV show starring Amber Tait,
who apparently still hated him for "Upsetting her dog". When she learned that she would have to work with him,
she threw such a fit that they requested he not come back for a while. He wasn't fired but until they settled
somethings about her contract, they didn't want to risk her quitting in the middle of taping. So Freddie had to
stay far away from the studio.
The two settled together and watched the Tv. Suddenly, a picture of the office building that Oliver Cambridge
worked in flashed across the screen. "BREAKING NEWS TONIGHT, THE BODY A MAN IDENTIFIED AS OLIVER
BERTRAM CAMBRIDGE WAS DISCOVERED EARLIER THIS MORNING BY THE MAN'S SECRETARY. IT WAS FIRST
THOUGHT THAT IT WAS A CASE OF SUICIDE, INVESTIATORS LATER TAGGED IT AS A MURDER." The screen cut to a
police officer standing in front of the building. "We don't know all of the details, but we do know that this man
did not kill himself. the bullet wound appeared to have been recieved late last night. It was definatly NOT self
inflicted." The officer finished. The news women came back on screen, "MORE INFORMATION AS IT DEVELOPS. IN
OTHER NEWS POLICE MAKE AN ARREST IN THE HIT AND RUN OF A CHILD LAST SATURDAY, LOCAL NORA D-" Sam
turned the Tv off. "Cambridge is dead?" She whispered. "H-he was m-mur-murdered?" She could barly finish that
sentence before she felt that oh so familer urge to vomit. She ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Freddie was in shock. They were just there to see him a few days ago. How could he have died? Who could
have killed him? Did this have anything to do with-Freddie shook his head. That was ridiculous, why would
someone kill him because of their innocent case? "Wait Freddie, there is no case. Sam's just being Sam." He
thought to himself. Sam emerged from the bathroom and walked back to the couch. "Dang it. I thought this
nonsense was over!" She cried, leaning into Freddie. "It'll be over soon enough." Freddie said reasuringly. Sam
looked up.
"Yeah, it'll be worth it to see little dylan." Sam smiled, looking lovingly at her belly. "I can't believe Cambridge is
dead. Now who's going to help us find Charlotte and the skunk-bag that took her?" Sam asked worried.
Cambridge was their only link to finding their daughter. He knew the sources, he had the information- Sam
stoppped. The information! Thats all they really need! "Freddie!" She gasped.
Freddie looked at her, concern in his chocolate eyes. "What? Are you all right?" He asked, suprised at how scared
his voice sounded. "All we need is what information he had! maybe its still in his office, all the information his
sources could gather!" She said excitedly. This could be their break! "Sam, the police probably took it all for
evidence! and anyway, he would have told us if he had any new information." Freddie said, placing an arm
around his wife. He had to get these crazy thoughts out of Sam's mind. The sooner she relizes that they won't
find the girl, that she wasn't out there waiting for them, the better. As if she could read his thoughts, Sam
wriggled out of his arms and sat up. "You think I'm crazy!" She said, her voice raised slightly. "You don't want to
believe that she's out there. You just always have to be right." She stood up. "Why can't you just let me believe?
You may not believe in miracles Freddie, but I do. I know that she's going to come back to us." Sam walked out of
the room. Freddie got up to follow her. "Sam!" He called, just as someone knocked on the door. "Why at the
worst times, do people have to show up." He sighed, debaiting whether or not to just ignore who ever was at
the door.
"Hi Freddie. Is this a bad time?" Carly asked, noticing Freddie's flustered appearance. Freddie thought for a
minute.
"Kind of, Sam's a little upset right now. Her emotions have been everywhere lately." Freddie said, running a hand
through his hair and cautiously looking over his shoulder.
"Oh. Is everything alright?" Carly asked, concern filling her voice. She hoped nothing was wrong with her friend,
especially now. "Yeah, its a pregancy thing." Freddie said, wondering if Carly knew of anything that might help
seeings as she had a kid before too. Carly looked shocked. Nobody had told her Sam was pregnant again. "I-
Nobody told me Sam was-She's pregnant?" Carly said, flustered. "I guess that-I was going to ask if you could-
never mind." She said, turning away. "Wait." Freddie said. Carly turned back. "If we could do what?" Freddie
asked cautiously. Carly smiled. "I kind of need to-" She paused, thinking. "Go out of town for a while. I need
someone to watch Emma for me." She said carfully. "I don't know, its kind of crazy around here right now."
Freddie said, "Do you wan't to come in? Sam's in the bedroom, she's cooling off a bit." Freddie said cautiously. "I
don't have any other options really, I have to go somewhere but its not a very good situation for a kid." Carly
stated, stepping into the apartment. Freddie shut the door behind him, and lead Carly to the livingroom.
"SAM! CARLY'S HERE!" Freddie called, hoping that his blond wife had calmed down just a little bit. Sam stalked
into the room, her eyes puffy and red. How could he have made her cry without even saying anything? "SAM!"
Carly cried, running to hug her friend. "Whats wrong? How are you feeling? Freddie told me-" Sam cut her off
with a growl. "Back off." Sam growled in a low voice. Carly backed away slowly. "I-I'm sorry, its just-Freddie was
right you are a bit moody." Carly said smiling, not relising the effects her words would have on Freddie. He closed
his eyes and waited for the fireworks, and the waterworks. He didn't hear anything, and thought maybe Sam
walked into another room. He slowly opened his eyes. Sam was standing behind Carly, glaring lazers at him. She
looked ready to kill him as soon as they were alone. Freddie quickly tried to change the subject. "SO CARLY! you
asked if we could watch Emma for you?" Freddie said cheerfully. Sam through herself on the couch. Carly smiled
and said, "Yeah, like I said I need to go out of town for a while, its-um-for work. I don't think I should bring her, it
might get boring for a five year old." Carly said, looking passed Freddie at the wall. "I know you don't know her
to well, and she may be a bit of a challange but I'm desperate." Carly added. "Well, I'm fine with it. What about
you Sam?" Freddie said nerviously, gazing over at his wife who sat with her head in her hands. "Yeah what-ever,
we need the practice anyway." Sam said slowly. "We're going to have to deal with a five or six year old soon
anyway." She added, lifting her head up and looking at Carly, then her husband. "Right Freddie?" He didn't
answer.
"What does she mean Freddie? Are guys adopting too?" Carly asked innocently, her eyes on the carpet now.
A/N: did you catch the hint? In case you didn't, I'll wait here if you want to scroll back up for anything that might POP out from the TEXT...
Are you back yet? ok good. I'm excited to see if anyone maybe, changed their opinions yet...