Trifecta

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly

A/N:

Chapter 20 (Goodbye to the Past)

"Hey Spence!" Freddie made his way to the paralegal's desk with a proud smirk on his face. A month had passed by and he wanted to pay Spencer one last visit before hitting the airport.

Spencer was behind a newspaper once more, but it was an old paper. On the back was the article about how Freddie's dad had a role in Seattle's fall. "Freddie." Spencer's curt reply fell out as quickly as his breath. "What brings you here now? My sister already told me something about Sam mentioning your moving to LA." He laughed while Spencer turned the page of the newspaper.

"Don't worry. I'll be out of your hair soon enough." He snapped his fingers and turned sideways towards the doors. "Man I hate to leave this town, but Sam wants me to be down there, and I want to be there for her."

"Just treat her well, and you'll do fine." Spencer's fingers tightened on the page and he let out a gruff grunt. "You did a good thing, stopping Nora's plans. I'm glad they didn't go after my sister."

This was the biggest compliment he was getting from the man, so Freddie had no plans to press him. "Was knowing us really so bad, Spence? We had good times, and we did good things for each other." His gaze remained focused on the doors and his fingers slowly curled into his palm. "I'm sorry you feel like those years were so miserable."

"I don't feel like they were miserable, I just feel like I made a lot of mistakes and can't go back. The more I have to deal with you, the more I'm reminded of my mistakes and separation from both my father and my sister."

"Well if there was anything I could do to keep that scowl on your face from becoming permanent…" His eyebrows rose as a tall and busty brunette with a long purple dress and long, smooth legs entered through the doors. She had a soft, round face and long hair that seemed to poof in the top and the middle. "By the way, I did a little bit of a side investigation this last month, I thought you should know."

"Sweet Jesus." Freddie glanced quickly to Spencer, watching with amusement as the man let go of the paper and reached around for his coffee mug. "Tell me this doesn't involve me again. You're moving, right?"

"Picture this, the scene is a Gamestop off Main Street in a town just ten minutes south of Seattle. The suspect, or in your case, thief, is the store manager." As the woman approached, the three attorneys looked to her from their desks, then at each other with concern.

"Thief, Freddie? What of mine has been stolen? I am not your client, either."

"You never hired me, but yes you're a client, and your heart was stolen."

"My what-" Spencer closed the newspaper, his eyebrows were dipped down in the middle and his narrow eyes glanced up to Freddie. His mouth was curled into a scowl. "Freddie if there is any…" His voice trailed off just as his eyes landed on the woman. The man's eyes widened and his lips separated to release the air in his lungs. "Sasha?"

Freddie crossed his arms and deepened his smirk. Spencer's shoulders fell and he slowly stood up, sliding his fingers off the desk and letting his arms fall to his sides. "You said the one woman you ever loved, you didn't know where she went and you lost touch with her. Seems she's been looking for you too, but since you started working here you fell off the radar."

"I don't…believe…" Spencer swallowed as Sasha walked around the desk, sliding her palms across the edge. She reached up and grabbed the top of his tie, then pulled him towards her.

"What?" She turned her head up and slanted her eyes. "Did you lose my number? Work for some powerful attorneys and decide you were too good for a gamer chick like me?"

"What? No! Exactly the opposite, I thought you were too good! I thought having no job and a useless hobby was going to drive you away, so-"

"So you ended it before talking to me?"

"I-" He dropped his head, his chest expanded slowly and his hair fell out of its neatly groomed fashion. "Just another stupid mistake. I'm sorry." Spencer lifted his head and turned his lips up. "I am going on lunch soon, about twenty minutes, there's a café across the street-"

"I'll be there, and I expect you to be there. We're going to have a little talk about communication. If I don't see you there, I'll know it's over."

Spencer stuttered over his words and cleared his throat. "I'll be there!" Sasha released his tie and smirked into his eyes.

"Good." Her hands slid onto his shoulders and her lips parted briefly. "I'll hold you to that, but as a promise…" She stood on her tows and leaned forward, kissing him on the corner of his lips. Spencer's eyes widened and the familiar goofy grin stretched onto his face.

Freddie whistled softly and turned to walk back to the doors, stopping beside the female attorney's desk. He looked to Ms. Keith and signaled her with a thumbs-up. "Thanks for letting that happen." The woman shrugged and moved her head to the papers.

"I don't make a habit of personal visits at the office, but in this case I don't mind making an exception." She cleared her throat and snapped her fingers at Spencer. "Mr. Shay, go ahead and take an early lunch. All of your reports are in, it's a slow day, there's nothing we need from you right now." Spencer practically fell over at his boss's words, stammering while the other two attorneys shook their heads.

A sense of pride licked at Freddie's heels as he walked out of the building with his head held high and his chest puffed up. "Well. It looks like my work here is done."

In Los Angeles, Freddie had reached out to the person Sam told him about for an off-campus housing. Sinjin. The man confirmed it would be cheaper and he wouldn't have to be required to take a class, though he would need a job.

"So your girlfriend put a word in to her father for me?" Freddie sat back in the recliner and looked to the man. Sinjin was a thin, somewhat lanky figure but had the legs of a biker and the eyes of a knowledgeable man. His hair was short and curly, and his eyes were shielded by thin framed glasses.

Sinjin stood in front of his study, holding a textbook on Russian history. "Technically the man isn't her father, just the officer that oversaw her protection in the witness program." He closed the book and made his way to the couch. "I should be at her place right now."

"Yeah, thanks for helping me find the place. You don't have to stick around and help me unpack or anything." Sinjin already gave him the tour of the apartment, so anything he needed, he could just call the man. "Does she need you over there or something?"

"Well she's moving too. Tori and her friends are throwing a shit fit for some reason." He raised an eyebrow, curious about what was happening. "Since Nora isn't a threat anymore, Trina's allowed to contact her extended relatives. Turns out she has an Aunt that lives here in California, so she wants to stay with her while she finishes school and gets her career started."

"Oh. She's what, twenty-two?"

"Twenty-one."

"Why does anyone care if she moves?"

Sinjin shrugged and swept his hand through his hair. "Just as surprising to me, I guess Tori wants her to keep in touch or something and she doesn't really want to. You know, they're not her family and whatnot, she only knew them a few years and they're a reminder of what Nora did, a result of Nora's crimes, so I don't think she wants anything more to do with them."

"Oh." It made sense, he would probably feel the same way if he were in the woman's shoes.

The doorbell rang and Sinjin moved to answer it. Freddie glanced over with a smile as Sam and Cat made their way inside. "Wanted to check out the new digs," Sam remarked while throwing herself onto the end of the couch next to Freddie. "So, you already know Cat. Cat, you know Freddie."

"Yep," Cat replied with a curt tone that reminded him of Spencer's disdain. He chuckled softly while Sam rolled her eyes. "I'll be watching you, Freddie. Just so you know."

"You and Carly both, I'm sure."

Sinjin grabbed his hat and turned to the group. "Damn, I've never seen Cat talk like that. What's the story there, Benson? Anything I need to be aware of?"

"Nah, it's a long story. I'm sure you don't have time to get into it."

Sinjin checked his watch and muttered to himself. "Yeah I really don't." Freddie turned around to him and flashed an appreciative smile.

"Thanks for the opportunity for the room by the way, and tell your girlfriend thanks for putting a word in to that officer for me. I'd love to work with the police department."

"No problem. Yeah, since Courtney moved up to Seattle, I needed someone to help out."

"Your sister's in Seattle now?"

"Yep, our mom's a lawyer up there, finally decided to take an interest in our lives so Courtney went up and I'm staying behind." From the tense look on Sinjin's face, it appeared Sinjin was the one that wanted nothing to do with the mother. Perhaps Courtney did want to get to know the woman.

It seemed yet another long story, and Freddie did not want to keep him any longer. He waved the man off and faced Sam once Sinjin left. "So."

Sam curled her legs up on the couch and leaned over the armrest, gazing into his eyes with a smile. "So?"

"How have you been?"

"Better. Still have some nightmares here and there, but I'm better." This was good news. He also had to struggle with his share of nightmares and flashbacks, but they couldn't have been as bad as what Sam went through. "I can't stand being confined in small spaces anymore, though…"

"Understandable." He curled his fingers through her hair and watched as she closed her eyes and leaned into the caress. "So, when would you like to go on a date?"

"Anytime, Freddie. We could head out right now, even."

"Sounds good."

Sam looked to the television and shook her head. "No more thinking about Seattle. I hear the mafia started up again-strange considering Nora's death should have ended that. Nevel's in prison, right?"

"Yep."

"You don't think…" The air began to grow tense around them as Sam connected her gaze with his. It was said once of the mafia, as long as there was one person left standing, an organization could regrow. What were the odds that Nevel might have jumpstarted the Seattle Mafia? "His uncle was part of it, right? The consigliere that was going to betray the mob."

She quieted into a deafening silence. Freddie closed his eyes and chuckled softly. "No, I don't think there's a thing to worry about. Besides, we're here now, we're together. Let's enjoy this." Her lips curved up and she leapt onto her feet.

"Right. Seattle is a thing of the past now…The world will keep going, everyone else is, so we should to." Moving on would be difficult, but it was doable. Now was the time to say goodbye to Seattle and goodbye to the past. It would remain in memories and lessons for the future, a part of their lives regardless, but not a thing to dwell upon any longer.

So Freddie found Sasha, maybe she can get him out of the rut he seems to be in. That's it, the story is over, so thanks to all that followed along, it was remarkable, so I'll probably have to dip my feet back into the iCarly fandom, who knows. But first, time to finish other works. THank you again, I'm grateful for all of your input and thoughts. This started out a bit experimental, and I'm glad to see the fandom once more.