A/N: IT IS FRIDAY ONCE AGAIN FOLKS! I didn't get any reviews last chapter which made me kind of nervious. I figured it was because it wasn't my usual update day. I hope it was, because I'd be pretty sad if it was because nobody was reading it :( In case you missed tuesday's update, I mentioned that ilose everything will now be updated tuesdays as well as on fridays!
Chapter 15
"Do you have to go back to work?" Sam groaned, watching Freddie move around their bedroom. He knew that
Sam was going to be nervous having to be alone with Emma for the first time.
"Sam, honey. I have to go, they just got things settled and are way behind on the show." He said, clipping a tie
to his shirt. Sam bit her lip and looked down. She had noticed earlier that her baby-bump was defiantly getting
bigger, now that she was almost five months along. She knew that she had to get used to being alone with a
child, but Emma was just so different. Everything she did seemed to be done nervously, and She continuously
apologized for every little thing. The night before, she had lay on the living room floor with some crayons and
paper, her little head popping up and turning around, as if she was afraid someone was going to jump out at
her. "But, What if-what if something goes wrong?" Sam asked, wondering how she was ever going to handle not
only one, but possibly two kids. Freddie grabbed Sam's hands and pulled her to her feet.
"Everything's going to be fine. I'll be back tonight." Freddie reassured, pecking her on the cheek. "Now, I have to
leave." He walked out of the room, and out of the apartment. Sam stood there until she heard the door click shut
before she closed her eyes and put her hands on her stomach.
"Here we go baby." She said, walking out of the room.
She pushed open the door to the nursery, expecting Emma to still be asleep. She was shocked to find that not
only was Emma already up, she wasn't even in the room. Sam backtracked into the living room, wondering how
the little girl could have gone unnoticed in the tiny apartment. "Emma? where are you?" Sam called, knocking on
the bathroom door. with no answer, Sam pushed against the door only to find it locked. "Emma are you in
there?" She tried again, leaning on the door. She pressed her ear to the door, at first not hearing anything. Then
suddenly she heard a small sniffling, followed by a scuffling. "Emma please come out of there." She begged, not
knowing what she was going to do if the girl wouldn't open the door. "Are you hungry?" She called again,
remembering what Carly had said about the girl's appetite. The answer must have been yes, because a second
later the door clicked and Emma emerged from the bathroom and walked silently towards the kitchen. Sam
closed her eyes for a second, before slowly following Emma to the kitchen. "What would you like to eat kiddo?"
Sam asked, trying to get Emma to look up at her. "I can make you anything you like." Sam continued, opening
the cupboard. Emma looked up slowly, and whispered in a barley audible voice,
"C-can you make m-muffins?" She twisting a piece of hair in her fingers. Sam smiled and turned away
from the cupboard.
"OK, but you have to help me." She said, taking Emma's hand. For the first time since she got there, Emma's face
lit up with joy as she looked up at Sam.
"Can you put MM's in them?" She asked, smiling at Sam.
"I'm not sure if we have any, let me see." She said, rifling through the cupboards. "I don't see any-here's some!"
Sam said, pulling a half-empty bag of candies out of the cupboard. "Why don't you bring the step stool over
here?" Sam asked, pointing at a small step-stool leaning against the wall. Emma scurried over and dragged it up
to the counter.
"Are there nuts in-?" She asked, but was interupted by the phone ringing.
"Oops, hang on kiddo let me get that." Sam said, setting the bowl she was holding on the counter. She left the
room to answer the phone, leaving Emma standing alone in the kitchen with a sad look on her face.
"I can make muffins." Emma stated, reaching over the counter for the candy.
"Excuse me, your who?" Sam asked, a confused expression etched on her face. The person on the other end of
the line coughed and answered in a gruff voice,
"I told you. I worked as a secret source for Mr. Oliver Cambridge. I've been following your case." The person said.
Sam's heart raced. This person had information, he knew where to look to find Charlotte. Sam turned when she
heard a clattering in the kitchen.
"Hold on for one minute," She started, "Emma, I'll be there in a second." She said, turning back to her
conversation. Suddenly, something in the kitchen crashed. Sam jumped up, "Sir, can you call me back?" She
asked, not waiting for a reply before she slammed the phone down and running for the kitchen. "Emma are you
OK? What happened?" Sam asked, taking in the scene before her. At first, it looked like Emma had simply slipped
off of the stool. "Emma?" Sam asked, kneeling next to the girl. "Sweetie what's wrong?" The girl was laying on
the floor, her eyes wide and her small hands clasped around her throat. Sam knew immediately that something
was seriously wrong with the girl. She didn't know what to do, should she leave the girl and call 9-1-1 or try to
get her to the hospital herself? She didn't have time to think before Emma's face started to turn a light shade of
purple. Sam panicked as she struggled to her feet and ran for the phone.
She didn't know what was happening. One minute she was with the lady, and the next she is floating in
darkness. She could faintly hear the sounds of people around her. She could hear a man's voice as she faintly felt
herself being lifted. She could barley feel as a hand grabbed hers as she was rolled away. She tried desperately
to sit up, and instantly felt a sharp pain in her head. a firm hand pushed her back down gently. "Stay still. were
almost there." She could hear the male voice again. She could feel herself slip further and further away from
consciousness. She felt herself being lifted again, right before she finally slipped into a deep unconscious state.
Sam paced anxiously outside the door to the room the doctors had rushed Emma into. Her mind was in a frenzy,
How could she let this happen? Why didn't she watch the kid more carefully? How is she supposed to take care of her
own kid if she can't handle Emma for a couple days? She stopped pacing when a doctor came out of the room. He
looked at her with a worried expression on his face.
"Samantha Benson?" He asked, looking up from his clipboard. Sam looked at him nervously, as she pulled on a
strand of her hair.
"What's wrong? Is Emma OK?" She asked cautiously, her eyes drifting towards the room behind him. The doctor
pulled Sam away from the door.
"You are very lucky Samantha. She's in stable condition now, and we were able to talk to her." He started,
"Samantha, were you aware that Emma is allergic to nuts?" He asked, flipping a page on his clipboard. Sam was
confused,
"I never gave Emma any-" She gasped. "The M&M's!" She said, realization hitting her hard. "We were making
muffins for breakfast, and she wanted M&M's in them. I left her alone to answer the phone and she must have
ate one." Sam cried, tears in her eyes. "How could I have been so stupid?" Sam sobbed, her head in her hands.
"Why didn't Carly tell me?" She wondered, trying to think back to everything Carly did tell her about the girl.
"Samantha, why don't you sit down for a while? I'll let you know when you can go in to see her." The doctor
said, gesturing towards the waiting room. Sam straightened and walked in the direction of the doctors gaze.
"Yeah, I-I'll just wait over there." Sam said, walking slowly away from the doctor.
Emma opened her eyes when the doctor walked in the room. "How are you feeling Emma?" The doctor said,
walking closer to where the little girl lay trembling.
"W-what happened?" She asked quietly, her eyes cautiously following the doctors every move. The doctor
smiled.
"You gave us quite a scare darling." He said, "Did you know that you can't eat peanuts?" Emma shrugged away
from the man's gaze.
"Yeah." She said simply, fidgeting with the sheets on the bed.
"Samantha Puck-eeerr-Benson?" Sam's head snapped up at the sound of her name. She stood up when a man
walked up to her.
"That's me, who are you?" She asked, eying the man. Her eyes went wide in recognition. "Gibby?" She asked,
shocked at the man. She hadn't seen Gibby since graduation. They had wanted to invite him to their wedding,
but hadn't been able to locate the odd teen.
"Long time no see Sam." He said smiling, "You still married to Freddie?" He asked, still finding unbelievable that
they had ever been together.
"Yup." She said plainly, "Married, and pregnant." a smile broke through her saddened face. "So, what are you
doing here?" She asked innocently. Gibby looked around quickly, before taking Sam's arm and dragging her away
from the waiting room. "Gibby what are you doing?" Sam cried, trying to pull out of the man's grasp. "Where are
we going?" Gibby stopped suddenly, and turned around.
"Sam, you lost a kid five years ago right?" Gibby asked, "You never got an explanation." He finished.
"Yeah, how did you-" realization hit her. "Did you know Cambridge?" She asked quietly, wondering if her own
friend had answers to her many questions. He nodded slowly.
"I was part of his secret source. I've gone undercover and followed suspects that were close to you and Freddie
at that time." He paused and closed his eyes. Sam was hopeful.
"And..." She started. Gibby stared passed Sam.
"And, I didn't find anything helpful." He said simply. Sam sighed. Why was he bothering her if he didn't have
anything helpful to say? Sam turned to walk away. If he wasn't going to say anything useful, she was going to
go back to Emma's room. "Wait Sam, you didn't let me finish." Gibby called out. Sam turned around and folded
her arms over her chest.
"I'm waiting." She said simply. Gibby took a breath.
"I didn't find anything against anyone you were close to then. So I moved on to people you were close to before
that." He paused for dramatic affect. "And I still didn't find anything." Sam rolled her eyes. How was this helping
anything? "So I dug further into the past. I tried to remember anyone that might know something, I've talked to
almost everyone I could track from our high school. Nobody would tell me anything." He paused again, "Then I
remembered one person. Someone I had completely forgotten about." He absently put his hand to his lower lip,
as if remembering. "I looked through records and files and history. I exhausted every source of information I had
trying to dig up this person's history." Sam was growing impatient. She tapped her foot in annoyance, who was
he talking about? He stopped talking for a second, then continued. "Have you watched the news in the past
couple of weeks?" He asked suddenly, as if it was supposed to mean anything. Sam was angry now, why was he
doing this to her? why couldn't he just tell her?
"No, who watches the news?" She asked bitterly. "Why?" Gibby frowned, trying to decide how to say what he
wanted.
"Right before Cambridge was killed, police were trying to find the person responsible for hitting a five year old a
child with their car." He paused, "They eventually found the person and arrested her." What did this have to do
with her? Sam thought. out loud she said,
"So who was it?" Gibby thought for a second.
"Nora Dirshlit." He said simply. Sam gasped and fell unconscious on to the floor.
The little girl was tired, but she was told to stay awake. She looked over at the nurse that was sitting in the chair
beside her bed. "Why can't I sleep again?" She asked slowly, her blond head bobbing up and down. The nurse
looked up from the clipboard she was holding.
"Sweetie, you have a small concussion. The doctors told me to make sure you don't fall asleep until tomorrow."
The nurse said with a small giggle. The little girl lay back and tried to stay awake. She thought about earlier, and
how she got her. She had been with her mommy's friend, she remembered that. She tried to remember what
they had been doing. They were in the blue room. She had been told that this was going to be her room for a
while, so they had been decorating. She remembered how she had picked out the pretty pink color that her
mommy's other friend, the one that was married to the lady, had painted it for her when she went to school. The
lady had gone to answer the phone. She remembered how she was standing next to the window that had the
loose curtain rod. She ran her fingers over the pretty pink curtains, when she heard something creak. The curtain
rod had fell off of the window and hit her head. She couldn't remember anything from then until she woke up
here. She closed her eyes for a second, searching her mind for memory of her mommy, as she came to do every
night.
A/N: And thats a wrap on chapter 15! remember to look for chapter 16 next TUESDAY, and please review! they make me so dang happy. Even if its not full of compliments, I'll still be happy to here from readers! Just one person can help me improve my writing! for example, I got a critisim review a while back (boy it was a long one) and at first I was a bit sad because it was my first reviewer that didn't love the story. BUT, because of their review, I took the time to find a good word processor instead of the wordpad thing that I was using!
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