A/N: Well look at that, I do believe there's another chapter right under the big line! see it? yeah right down there! Now, in the last chapter I told you all to look out for a clue. I was suprised that only one person (out of like the whole three reviews that I got) found it! The clue in question was located around the time that Sam and Freddie where watching the news. Ok, I'm done rambling, ON WARDS TO THE STORY!
Chapter 12
"Are you guys adopting too?" Carly asked again, her eyes gliding up to Sam. Sam gave her a weak smile, and
started to speak, "Well actually-" Freddie cut her off, "She means that-that we could use all the practice we can
get, before we know it our babies going to be five. So, when do you need us to watch Emma?" Freddie
stammered nerviously, trying to keep their converation away from anything to do with their small family situation.
"I'm leaving tommorrow morning, so could I bring her at say, seven?" Carly asked with a nervious smile. Sam
groaned and leaned back on the couch, closing her eyes. "Seven in the morning? Freddie, you'll be getting her
then. AND keeping her quite until atleast noon." Freddie sighed and nodded his head.
"Yeah ok, so sevenish?" He confirmed, nonchalantly nodding towards the door. Carly, noting the hint looked at
her watch and said, "I should get going, I've some things that I've got to do before I've got to get Emma from
school." She turned away and walked towards the apartment door. "See you tommorrow then?" She asked,
pulling the door open.
"Yeah, tommorrow." Freddie replied, weakly smiling and waving. The door closed and Freddie turned to find Sam
fast asleep curled on the couch, her hand protectivily over her belly. Freddie smiled and pulled the blanket his
mother had made them as a wedding present off of the back of the couch, and put it around his exhausted wife.
He gently kissed her head and quietly slipped out of the apartment.
He got out of his car and stared up at the office building where he and Sam had visited Oliver Cambridge just
days before. The police cars had long gone, after blocking off the building with bright yellow tape. He looked
around casually, hoping nobody would notice him. "This is for Sam." He told himself. "Here goes nothing." He took
a deep breath before walking up to the building. He looked over his shoulder one more time before peeling the
neon tape away from the door. He pulled open the door, took one more look outside, and stepped inside.
Someone called him. "HEY YOU!" The voice said, "YOU CAN'T GO IN THERE!" it called again. Freddie ignored it and
ran down the long hallways. He had to do this for Sam. And for his daughter.
He winded down the long hallways, getting lost multiple times before locating the room he was looking for. A
name was still carved into the door, "OLIVER B. CAMBRIDGE: attorney/detective" The door was also covered with
the plastic tape. He peeled it off carfully, sticking it back to the wall next to the door. "This is for Sam." He
repeated, pulling the door open slowly. The smell hit him first. He gagged and covered his mouth against the
strong smell. The room definatly smelled like something-someone had died, but what got him the most was the
smell of strong cheap perfume and oddly enough, the smell of chicken. Not cooked chicken, but live chicken. He
knew the smell all to well from his entrapment at Nora Dirshlit's house. Still covering his mouth, he forced himself
to walk into the room. He stumbled towards the desk, dizzy from the lack of air. As he approched the desk, he
quickly shut his eyes, afraid of what would be there. Its not that he was afraid that Cambridge's body was still in
the room. He knew for a fact that police had removed it after they found him. Its not like he hadn't seen a body
before, it wouldn't be a problem if it was still here. When his mother got into a vehical accident multiple years
before, he had been the only one to assure the doctors that she was in fact his mother. He'd had to see to it
that his aunt susan got a proper burial after she died of some sort of infection only last year. He could handle it if
the body was still there. What he couldn't handle was the blood. There was blood everywhere. The desk had
splatters on it, the chair had an akwardly large stain on the back. Even the folders and papers had splatters of
dark red. There was no use going back now. Reaching out with his free hand, he scooped up an armfull of manila
folders. He stuffed them into the backpack that he had remembered to bring. He scurried towards that door, then
turned back. There were still more stacks left on the desk, but he knew he couldn't risk taking all of them. He
walked out the door, hoping he didn't leave anything that would help them.
He remembered to replace the yellow crime tape back on the door as he left, making sure to leave no evidence of
his visit. He rounded the corner to the lobby, and was shocked to find several police officers standing in the
lobby. Cursing under his breath, Freddie scurried back down the hallway. He went back down the hall in which he
had come, trying every door for one unlocked. About halfway down the hall, he heard the sound of footsteps
heading his way. He tried knob after knob until one finally turned. He pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
Closing the door, he leaned against in until the footsteps faded away. He sighed and looked around the room he
was in. It was small, though not as small as Cambridge's office and was filled with wall to wall bookshelves. He
knew he should get out of there, but something pulled him towards the shelves. He looked behind him and
walked quietly over to the nearest shelve. Skimming over the books, he noticed they all looked ancient with their
ripped spines, some were even missing their spines intirely. As soon as he turned to leave, a flash of sunlight
burst through the dirty window. He turned back toward the shelf, confused. Something caught his eye as he
walked towards another shelve full of equally old books. There was one book that kept catching his eye; it was
much more worn than any of the others and stuck out with a bright pink spine that seemed to have been colored
with a magic marker. He was reluctant to pull it out, for fear that it might fall apart, but he couldn't go passed it.
Everytime his eyes wandered to another shelf, another book, he always ended up at this same odd pink-spined
book. Finally, he carfully pulled it away from the rest of the books holding his breath as it fell into his hands. The
book didn't just have a pink spine, the entire cover seemed to be colored bright pink. Why was this book so
important? Freddie thought, turning it over in his hands. His attention snapped when he heard the sounds of
footsteps walk back down the hallway and stop in front of the room he was in. In a panic, the book fell out of his
hands and landed on the carpet with an almost silent thud. He stood perfectly still and held his breath waiting for
the footsteps to pass. After what seemed like forever, a shadow passed by the door and he faintly heard the
sound of footsteps fading down the hall. He waited until he could no longer hear anything before slowly bending
down to grab the book. As he lifted it and proceeded to put it in his bag, something fluttered out. He reached to
grab it, and was suprised to see it was a photograph. He turned it over and gasped. The picture was blurry
beyond recognition, but he could just make out a shape of a person that had unmistakable dark hair and was
holding something in their arms. He could also make out the shapes of what appeared to be a lobby, possibly a
hospital. He put the picture in his bag, and walked towards the door.
As he snuck out of the building, he thought; "Someone had wanted that book to be found. But who? why? who
was the person in the picture? what were they holding? He had so many unanswered questions that he realised
may never be answered. As he drove towards his home, he found himself thinking that Sam may have been
right. Maybe it was a possibility that them thinking Charlotte was dead was a just part of a plot. a plot by some
sick person to steal their child because they couldn't have their own. But that was crazy. How could them, over
everyone else at that hospital that day happen to be the target? Their lives were just picking up, everything was
good. Now this had to make everything unravel again. sometimes he wondered how he could have gotten
wrapped up in such a crazy life? He knew when he married Sam that he was also marrying her crazy life, but this
was so much more complicated than he had planned for. He sighed as he pulled into the parking-lot of their
apartment.
Sam had woken up with a slight belly ache, and realised that the apartment was empty. "FREDDIE?" she called
out, sitting up and rubbing her belly. "Hey baby. You hungry too?" She giggled, suddenly feeling a small fluttering
from within her. "Your gonna be just like momma arn't you buddy?" She smiled and stood up, "Lets just hope
your not like your daddy. No tecky geek stuff." She muttered, shuffling into the tiny kitchen. "What do you feel
like having?" She cooed at her belly, feeling that fluttery feeling again. "Just what I was thinking, peanutbutter
and ham sandwhich." She said, reaching for the ham stash she kept at the back of the fridge away from Freddie.
"A little bit of ham won't hurt would it?" She laughed, pulling off several thick junks of ham from her stash. She
made herself a sandwhich and walked back to the livingroom. "Don't tell daddy. we're not supposed to eat this."
Sam said, stuffing the food in her mouth.
A/N: "I'm just saying that-" OH HEY YOUR BACK! ok, so your probably wondering whats up with that last part, like "Hey what up with that last part?" I'm not sure if this is true, but I heard that your not supposed to eat deli meat (like ham) when your pregnant. Now, anyone that knows what Sam is like, she is going to eat her ham whether she should or not. So you know, I had to add it. Now, I know there's alot of extra details that may or may not be making things a bit confusing, but I PROMISE this is going somewhere. It will all (hopfully) fit together in the end. Ok, I'm done rambling again.
SO UNTIL NEXT TIME...
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