A/N: Alright, here's another chapter for you all!

Chapter 21

"Freddie, I need to talk to Sam." The person said desperately. Freddie didn't know what to do. Could this person really be the one and only Gibby?

"Sam is asleep right now." Freddie replied simply, throwing another glance at his sleeping wife. Desperation increased in the person's voice,

"Tell her to call me as soon as she wakes up then." There was no time to respond before the phone clicked off. Freddie sighed, and set the phone down. He looked up and grinned at the sight of Sam curled on the couch, with one arm draped over her belly protectively. He picked her up gently, groaning silently under her weight, and carried her into their small bedroom.

"I love you baby." He said, setting her down slowly. Sam rolled over, facing the wall, her arm going back to her extending belly. Freddie left the room, silently closing the door behind him.

Sam woke up an hour later, confused as to where she was. She padded slowly out of the room, and realized that it was must have been night time. "Freddie?" She called, momentarily forgetting her anger at her husband. Walking slowly into the living room, she grinned at the sight of Freddie, fast asleep on the couch. She shuffled towards the sleeping man, and gently shook his shoulder. "Freddie? Why are you on the couch?" She asked with a small grin. Freddie opened his eyes slowly, registering Sam standing above him.

"S-Sam?" He asked, surprised that she was talking to him again.

"What are you doing?" She asked, smiling at him. Freddie sat up slowly and stretched with a yawn.

"I thought you were mad at me." He said simply, putting an arm around Sam when she sat next to him. "I didn't want to risk-" He cut off, realizing that it would be a grave mistake to finish that sentence.

"I'm not mad Freddie. I just want you to let me try to find her." She said, referring to Charlotte. "I know you don't want to believe it. You don't have to believe it, but I do." She said slowly, gazing up at Freddie. He looked back at her, his eyes softening.

"I just don't want you to get your hopes up." He said, "Its not good for you to get so stressed." He continued. Sam didn't know what to say. She knew that this was true, that she wasn't just putting herself at risk, she was risking the baby.

"You wanna know how I know that she's out there?" Sam asked, excitedly remembering her conversation with Gibby.

"How?" He asked, confused at her sudden eagerness. Sam smiled slyly at him,

"Gibby." She said simply, causing more confusion for Freddie.

"Gibby?" He asked, baffled. Suddenly, something in his mind clicked. Gibby had called him, Gibby had needed to tell her something important.

Carly slid into her seat, and slammed the door shut. "Ready to go home Em?" She asked, watching the girl through the rear view mirror as she pulled away from the apartment building. Emma squirmed in her seat, "Yeah." She answered simply, attempting to settle in her seat. "Are we going to see daddy?" Emma asked suddenly, making Carly wince. Carly didn't have the best relationship with Emma's father. She hadn't even wanted him to be apart of their lives. Her memory flashed,

She hadn't meant for things to go as far as they did. It started with a simple conversation, that grew into meeting up on occasion, then became seeing each other everyday. He had been a stranger that she had met by pure fate, in a store she almost didn't go into. She had been heading towards the check-out, when her cart crashed into his, "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, her face flushed. She was already late for work, and was in a serious hurry to leave.

"No, It was totally my bad." He said, smiling. She looked at him, taking in his shaggy blond hair under a gray winter hat and his deep chocolate eyes that were almost magnified by his black framed glasses. "The name's Jordan." He said, holding out a hand.

"Carly." She said simply, taking his hand. She backed her cart up, and swerved it towards the check out. "I'm so going to be fired." She mumbled, checking the time on her pear-phone. Jordan gave her a sympathetic look ,

"Tough boss?" He asked, genuine concern in his voice. "Where do you work?" She didn't even question why this complete stranger wanted to know where she worked.

"I'm a short-term actress, I mostly guest-star on TV show." She said, absently flipping her hair. "Actually, I'm flying out to Hollywood in a weeks for a movie. I was on my way to meet with my boss." She finished, blushing.

"Well then, you should probably be going then." He smiled, pushing his cart down the isle. "Good luck!" He called, disappearing around the corner.

Carly didn't think anything of the strange meeting, almost forgetting him completely. Until he showed up her job. She had been on the set all day, and was looking forward to going back home to her boyfriend Robert. "Hey!" He said, when she walked off the set and towards her dressing room. She jumped, surprised that he was there.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, pulling him aside, away from the crowd. "How did you find me?" She asked, trying not to sound to harsh. Jordan looked at her with a hurt look in his eyes.

"I wanted to see you! You were great up there." He smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. They had approached her dressing room, and Carly expecting him to walk off somewhere else. Instead, she was shocked when he opened the door and walking in behind her. "Nice." He said, glancing around the small room. Carly blushed and walked towards the small mini fridge that was stuck in a corner.

"Its not much." She mumbled, pulling out a water bottle. "You want something to drink?" She didn't know why she was offering, she shouldn't even be letting this stranger in her dressing room. He flashed another smile,

"Why not?" He said, taking a bottle from her. Carly moved past him and settled on the small sofa in the back of the small room. Again, she expected him to leave but instead he moved to sit next to her. "You know, your really pretty." He said, his hand finding hers. She pulled her hand away sharply and gasped when he leaned over to kiss her.

"What are you doing?" She hissed, standing abruptly. He stood up, his face twisting into confusion and defense.

"What does it look like?" He grinned, "I'm trying to kiss a pretty girl!" He laughed, grabbing for her hands. She backed up slowly, bumping against the door.

"L-Leave me alone!" She said, reaching for the first thing she could find. She held the object out and squeezed her eyes shut. Jordan chuckled softly, causing her to reopen her eyes slowly.

"Great weapon choice." He said, motioning to the script pages in her hand. She glared at him and began to slowly roll them together into a tube. She crossed the room, and held the papers in a death grip.

"You leave right now or I'll..." She trailed off, attempting to swat at him with her "weapon". He ducked away, a smile still plastered to his face.

"Careful with that!" He said in a mocking tone. Carly's face grew red with frustration and fear. She stopped suddenly, unsure what to do. With out thinking, she lunged at him, causing him to flinch in fear. She didn't strike him though, instead she pressed her lips to his, and closed her eyes. He stood in shock before deepening the kiss and closing his own eyes.

She was pulled back to reality when she heard Emma groan from the back seat. She turned around quickly, right at the moment that Emma got sick all over the back seat.

"Emma!" Carly gasped, pulling the car towards the side of the road. "Are you OK baby?" She asked, pulling open the child's car door. Emma groaned in response, and glanced up weakly. She didn't normally get carsick, but on occasion she would have an accident. It usually happened if she was over excited or nervous. Carly unbuckled the sticky belt and pulled Emma out of the car. "Stay right there for a second." She said sternly, gently setting the child on the ground. She reached back into the car and attempted to clean up the mess with the handful of baby-wipes she kept on hand.

After doing her best to clean up the seat and buckling the girl back into her car seat, Carly pulled back

onto the road and watched Emma carefully through the rear-view mirror. "You OK back there?" She asked, turning her eyes back towards the road.

"Yeah." Emma answered quietly, pulling on her seat belt. "Are we home yet?" She asked, kicking her foot gently on the back of the front seat.

The girl woke up with a start to find herself strapped into the back seat of the man's car. "Wha-" She attempted to say. She stopped mid-word when she received a harsh glare from the women that was sitting next to the man.

"She's awake." She stated simply, turning away from the man at the wheel. He glanced at her through the mirror, giving her a you-better-be-quite look. She shrunk back in her seat and glanced out the window. The car was speeding and weaving down a busy road. "Where are we going again?" The women asked, leaning back in her seat.

"I told you. I have to bail out the kid's mom." He said bitterly, swerving the car harshly around another vehicle. The women sighed and picked at her nails in annoyance.

"Why do you have to get involved with her anyway? She's not doing anything for you." She said angrily, throwing a harsh glare at the man. He continued to watch the road, racing past another car.

"We're stuck with the kid until this gets settled. The longer it takes, the longer we're stuck with her." He said, picking up speed to beat a red light. The lady slumped back in her seat, huffing angrily.

A/N: That's all for now, look for the next chapter next FRIDAY! All I can say is, some major stuff goes down!