


Icatch A Criminal

by LoopyLil



Category: iCarly
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2012-10-06
Updated: 2012-10-09
Packaged: 2013-07-22 11:53:07
Rating: T
Chapters: 2
Words: 282
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8586396/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4281679/LoopyLil
Summary: Icarlys dealing with a mass murderer.





	1. Mass Murder

I was at a table with a suspect in a recent murder case, Sam and Freddie were in disguises pretending to be on a dinner date to my left. I can't believe Icarly was about to stop a mass murderer, I was living on the wild side of life. It feels good! Now I just need him to admit it...

"So... what do you do in your free time?" I asked while grabbing a bread stick to munch on.

"Oh I watch Icarly of corse, but I also specialise in the art of karate" he told me.

"That's cool, I don't do anything really, I always wanted to learn how to speak a foreign language" I replied, his hand was getting closer to mine. He was staring into my eyes, waiting for an opportunity.

"I know some Spanish, not too much though. Look at the time, come on let's go, I'll walk you home" he insisted. I was told not to leave to restaurant, so I started to stall by finishing the bread sticks and fixing my make-up. I was half way through my last bread stick when I felt a tap on my knee. I was pasted a note, it read...

_Come with me now or the rest of the Icarly cast will die by Tuesday. _I stood up, grabbed my bag and started to leave. He grabbed my hand and whispered, "smile, no one can be suspicious now can they." I was petrified.


	2. Why?

It was cold outside, wind was blowing my hair in front of my face. I wished I could move it away, but in one hand I had my favorite handbag, the other had the large hand of a mass murderer! He was only a couple years older than me but he looked old enough to be Spencer. We were steadily jogging along the foot path when we came to an old, blue car.

"Get in!" he demanded as he opened the passenger door. The inside was dirty and had a gun chucked on the floor, the seats had faint, red stains on them as well. I was disgusted. " Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you had to have a clean seat," he said sarcastically. I got in.

"Why?" I asked.

"If I kill you more people will be sad, just general strategy really" he replied with a sly grin. He locked all the doors and stated driving.


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