The Greatest Secret
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own iCarly
A/N: This story details what it would be like if Sam and Freddie were secretly together during the series. Read it, I'm sure you'll enjoy it.
Chapter 56 (Burn)
Emily walked into the living room and watched a clip of iCarly that was done the previous day. Two detectives had called her up and requested permission to drop by the Shay residence and talk to Carly about the possibility that they saw a man selling pirated DVDs. The two detectives were already over at the Shay residence, so she decided not to interfere.
If that was the person they were looking for, then they definitely needed to go after him and search for evidence and find proof that he was the person. A knock was heard at the door, so she stood up and answered it, seeing Detective Tagg at the door. "Okay, we think that the Shay apartment has a perfect vantage point for seeing the shop of the man with the DVDs, we intend to use it as a stakeout in order to find proof that we can arrest the man," Tagg said while glancing back at the door. Spencer was screaming out.
"Okay, what's going on in the Shay residence right now?" Emily asked as she raised her eyebrow. Tagg sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Detective Stimbler is getting acquainted with an old camp buddy of his." Emily slanted her eyes and stepped across the hall, she opened the door and saw Spencer standing behind the counter and Stu Stimbler standing in front of the counter. Tagg stepped in as Emily cleared her throat, Stimbler stiffened and chuckled nervously while glancing over at Emily and Tagg. Emily crossed her arms and pressed her lips together.
"Detective Stimbler, on this stakeout, I want no nonsense out of you, do I make myself clear. That means you are required to handle your job professionally above all else. I've had complaints with you in the past, so I better not receive any further complaints. You know your job." Emily turned toward Tagg and furrowed her brow. "Detective Tagg, I require you to watch after Detective Stimbler. If he acts out unprofessionally, I order you to let me know. As for the stakeout, I want a full report on my desk every day from now until I find that you have enough proof to arrest the man that you are following.
"Yes ma'am." Emily turned around and exited the apartment; she entered hers and closed the door. She walked over to the couch and sighed, it had been a couple of weeks since the attack on her, she was shocked since it had really been the first violent attack. Tyrone called her up after that and after she yelled at him, he mentioned that he didn't condone their violence, but he did support whatever it took to remove her from Seattle.
"He's lucky I don't arrest him, that cocky little bastard. Of course, I can't because of that deal..." Emily leaned back and rubbed her forehead, she was growing more and more impatient with him. Another knock was heard on the door, so she let out a soft groan while walking toward it. When she opened the door, she saw a young woman with tattoos going down her arm and two brown ponytails. Her eyes widened slightly and she gave a soft smile, she knew it was Sam's cousin, Annie. "Annie Puckett, what brings you here? I know I'm not your parole officer." She smirked and Annie gave a slight laugh.
"That's you, always the joker," Annie said as she smiled and hugged Emily. "I thought I'd come visit Aunt Sarah's best friend…Well, the lady that is Sam's guardian." Emily gestured for her to enter inside, so she did. "I really do miss Aunt Sarah." Emily nodded and turned off the television.
"We all miss Sarah. Tell me, what brings you here?"
"For one thing, Sam wants me to give Freddie a fake tattoo." Emily raised her eyebrow as Annie sat on the couch. "They made a bet and the loser had to get a tattoo of the winner's face, Sam won."
"Heh, Sam is pretty good with the bets. I don't think Freddie has met you before, has he? Also, I shouldn't be concerned about the tattoo, right?"
"Right, it is absolutely fake, so it will come off with enough soap and water. By the way, I heard what happened a couple weeks ago, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, I've had bastards try to vandalize a lot of my stuff. That's just the first time any violence has come from it. You know, I'm starting to wonder if maybe I should just move back to India." Annie gasped and shook her head.
"No, don't do that, we'd miss you and Freddie," Annie said while walking over to Emily and rubbing her back. "Besides, I bet people will start to be more accepting of your culture soon, they have to be! Besides, why wouldn't they? You're a great person. You took Sam in, Aunt Sarah trusted you, so to me, that automatically tells me you're a great person."
"Sarah didn't trust a lot of people…" It was true, Sarah didn't even trust her own family half the time. Her entire family was pretty much confined to the criminal lifestyle.
"Yeah, you see…if you moved to India, where would Sam stay? I wouldn't want her to stay with my parents, they're not proper. Trust me, they are bad people. Sam's grandparents aren't too kindred either…I'd say the entire family basically shouldn't be trusted with raising her." Emily sighed and sat on the couch, she ran her hand through her hair and slowly shook her head. If she were even going to move, she would have to take Sam with her because she was Freddie's chosen bride. "You're strong, Ms. Benson, so don't give up or give in to what these people are saying. It's just not proper."
"Oh, I don't intend to give in. I can't reveal who Freddie's bride will be, if I do, then Tyrone Shay is going to come here and take her away from us." Annie smirked and moved her eyelids down slightly, she had a pretty good guess about who Freddie's bride was.
"Oh, you could tell me, I wouldn't tell anyone. Why would I tell anyone? You're the one who took Sam in and is taking care of her, so you definitely have my approval. Greg feels the same way, he says that he would be behind you all the way if you needed something."
"Well, that is good to know." Emily smiled softly and leaned back in the couch. She had to admit, she was glad there were some people that supported her culture. "I really don't like Tyrone…now Robert, he's not that bad. He's still a spineless jellyfish who doesn't know how to move out from under his father's thumb, but maybe he'll figure it out soon. Spencer…well, that's another story I guess…I know that not the entire Puckett family exactly agrees with my culture, but it's nice to know there are a few."
"So, you've already chosen Freddie's bride?" Emily gave a subtle nod and Annie grinned widely. "It's Sam, isn't it!"
"Uh…" Emily's mouth opened slightly and she smiled gently at the woman. "Yeah, it's Sam, and those two are deeply in love. I don't think there could be more love than they have right now. Well, maybe they could, but I still would have to say they really do love each other. Now, their friend Carly, I like her but I know how hard it is for Sam to deal with her liking Freddie…I actually remember Freddie and Sam considering putting her name on a dating site." Emily chuckled and slowly rubbed her chin. "That actually might work. If she likes a different guy, then she'll leave her crush."
The door opened and Sam stepped in. "Hey Emily, has…" Sam saw Annie and her mouth fell. She smiled and Annie slowly stood up. "Annie, you're here!" She quickly rushed over and hugged her cousin. Annie smiled and rubbed her back.
"Aw Sammy's got a husband," Annie said with a smirk. Sam blushed and stepped back with wide eyes, she was shocked that Annie knew.
"How did you figure out? Did Emily tell you?"
"Well sort of, I kind of guessed." Annie ran her hand through Sam's hair and smiled softly. "Let me represent the Puckett family when I say you have my approval, I know you would have Greg's as well. I think you've found yourself a great guy, now let's go give him that fake tattoo." Sam laughed lightly and Emily gave a tiny smile.
"What did you want, by the way?" Emily asked as she placed her arm on the top of the couch.
"Oh, I was just going to ask if you saw Annie. I thought she might have come in here looking for me."
"Okay, well have fun and try not to freak your husband out too much." Sam giggled and nodded as she and Annie hurried out of the door, Freddie would probably figure out it was a fake tattoo, but she was going to let him figure that one out on his own.
-NEW SCENE-
"It's been a few days and the cops are still there," Freddie said as he let out an exasperated moan. He leaned against Sam's bedroom wall and watched as she wrote on a sheet of paper, he had been helping her to do her homework.
"I know, Carly's getting a bit tired of it, too," Sam replied. She scribbled down some more marks on the paper and leaned back in her chair. "Finally, I'm done!" She moaned and Freddie walked up behind her. "It wasn't too hard, but there were a lot of questions." He placed his hands on her shoulders and started to massage her back, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. "Mm, you have the greatest hands ever, I'm sure I mentioned that before." He chuckled and bent over, kissing the top of her head.
"You mentioned it. I feel kind of bad for Spencer, you know…"
"Yeah, that Detective Stimbler is not all that great of a person. He even brought his kid with him and the kid ate Spencer's cake and hit him in that very painful area that you guys have." Freddie winced and continued to massage Sam's back. She sighed contently and closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. "We should probably get Valerie to help fix that cake." Freddie nodded and Sam continued. "It was funny when Emily came in with that swimsuit. It reminds me of a Speedo…" Freddie chuckled softly and shook his head, he would never wear one of those things, at least not in his lifetime. "I want to see you in that swimsuit."
"Please, it would barely fit me." Sam smirked and looked at him deviously. "No way, Sam, you will never see me in something like that. I wouldn't even try to put it on." She turned around in her chair and gave him a puppy dog face, Freddie groaned and tilted his head back. "Don't do that, Sam! I am not putting that swimsuit on, you'll just have to deal with the boxer swimsuits." Sam moved from the chair and walked toward Freddie she kept her pleading look on her face. "It isn't going to happen."
"Please, for me?" Freddie narrowed his eyes and Sam smirked, she knew full well whenever she did that, it worked. He turned around and walked into the bathroom, Sam could hear some clanging noises as he searched for the swimsuit. He walked back into the room and Sam saw he put it over his pants. He smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Oh come on, that's not how I meant it." She puffed her lower lip out and Freddie sighed as he walked back into the restroom. After a few minutes, his upper and clothed body peeked around the door.
"This is very painful, Sam." She raised her eyebrow and watched as he walked into the room. Her eyes widened as they scanned down his body, she blushed and fell back slightly. He looked down and his eyes widened. Not only was the swimsuit very small, there was something that Sam did not need to see. He groaned and quickly ran out of the room and into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he walked back in and found Sam sitting on the bed, staring at the wall. "I didn't want to wear that thing, I'm actually not sure where Mom got it from."
"I…wow…the…" Freddie sighed and slowly shook his head, he understood why she seemed to be a bit fazed. She closed her eyes and quickly shook her head. "Sorry I had you put that on…" Her face turned a deep shade of crimson and Freddie moved the corner of his mouth back. She slowly stood up and walked over to Freddie. "I see that you, um, you're well endowed." He tilted his head and Sam swallowed lightly as Freddie turned toward the door. "I think I'm going to faint now, Freddie."
"Yeah, try not to think too much on that one, Sam." He walked out of the room and saw Emily giving him a curious look. "Sam wanted to see that swimsuit thing on me and so I put it on." She winced lightly and Freddie gave a small sigh. "Yeah, I don't think that's going to be happening again." He pointed his thumb toward Sam's door and raised his eyebrows up. "You may want to go talk to her now. As for me, I'm going to be in my room." Emily chuckled slightly and watched as Freddie moved toward his bedroom.
"Well Freddie, it was bound to happen at some point of time," Emily said while shaking her head.
-NEW SCENE-
Tyrone walked to Emily's door and opened it, seeing Emily sitting on her couch, she raised her eyebrows and looked up at him. He appeared as angry as usual, so she knew something was up. "Well Tyrone, you're back in this city, I see," Emily said as she took a sip of the tea she had. "What brings you here, still searching for Freddie's bride, are you?"
"What have you told my son?" Tyrone asked while clenching his fists. Emily raised her eyebrow and Tyrone growled while taking a step forward. "Robert has come to me and told me that, for some godforsaken reason that I know not, I should consider calling off my control of the people trying to 'force' you out of here." That was a shock, Emily never thought Robert would ever try to tell his father to quit something. "Well, once I tell him completely about what your kind is like, then he will agree with me and vote to send you back from whence you came!" Emily closed her eyes and exhaled.
"I came from America, Tyrone. I was born in America…I have no control over where I was born, nor do I have control over my family's culture. I'm not sure what your son has told you, but I definitely hold no respect for any of you Shays."
"Right, what about Spencer?" Emily paused for a moment and narrowed her eyes slightly as Tyrone smirked. "You honestly have no respect for yo-"
"I honestly see no reason why I should be concerned with someone under your control, anyway." Tyrone growled and watched as Emily took a plate from the coffee table and held it up, it had cookies on it. "Would you like a cookie, Tyrone?" He crossed his arms and laughed at the gesture, she shrugged and set the plate on the table. "I guess not."
"Please, like I'd accept your cookies. They're probably laced with poison." Emily raised her eyebrow and took a sip of her drink.
"I highly doubt that I, a highly respected police officer, would lace cookies with poison." Emily picked up one of the cookies and stared at it. "Of course, when it comes to you…you probably have enough venom in you to cause every other poison in this world to have no effect on you." She bit into the cookie and Tyrone raised his eyebrow while holding his glare. "I thought you weren't the violent type, Tyrone."
"I'm not. As I told you before, I don't support the use of violence. Though, had that bomb rid this town of you, perhaps things would be a bit better." Emily shrugged and leaned back, biting into her cookie once more and swallowing. Tyrone sneered at her and narrowed his eyes. "Look at you, acting so nonchalant. You must think pretty highly of yourself." She took another bite of the cookie and closed her eyes, chewing slowly and taking another sip of her drink. "You disgust me, Benson. You and your entire family disgust me."
"Yes, well you seem to think pretty high of yourself as well. You Shays disgust me. I suppose if you want to know who Freddie's wife is so badly, here." Emily slowly took a sheet of paper from her pocket and lifted a pen from the table. She wrote down a name and handed Tyrone the paper. "There you go, Tyrone. It is her name, read it out loud oh Tyrone dear." He sneered at her and shook the paper once as he turned his head down toward the paper. Emily silently sipped her drink as he read the name off the paper.
"Anita Dick." Emily kept her composure and Tyrone merely blinked. "Anita Dick…"
"Good, very good, now say it faster. Maybe you can say it about five times." He repeated the name quickly and his face grew red. Emily slapped her leg and laughed, soon she was staring at Tyrone with a smirk on her face.
"Wow Tyrone, I didn't know you needed one so badly. If you need one attached, I'm sure I can find a doctor. Unless you're looking for something else, which I can't provide, being a female."
"Damn it! I'm going to get you for this, just you wait!" Emily cleared her throat and shrugged her shoulders.
"Go ahead, maybe I'll arrest you next time, like I should." Tyrone growled and quickly turned to leave, not caring to continue the conversation. "Huh…I guess he couldn't take it, the damn imbecile." She smirked and picked up another cookie, enjoying her victory very much.
There, I hope you liked that. The next chapter will be a HUGE one. I don't mean huge as in incredibly long, I just mean huge as in, you're going to get a big shock with that one. The one after it as well.