iGet Kidnapped Summery: iCarly/True Jackson VP crossover. In this story Max, The president of Mad Style, is in dire need of a celebrity to model some clothes at a huge fashion show, the show is a few days away and he can't book anyone. True and her friends Ryan and Lulu suggest that they try to get Sam and Carly from the web show iCarly for the fashion show. When Max agrees, True contacts Carly and she, along with Sam, Spencer, and Freddie, agree to come into town for the fashion show. However, things turn bad when True and Carly go to pick up Ryan and Lulu at the empty Mad Style Studio. Unknown to Carly, True, Ryan and Lulu, several men had picked that same day to rob the Mad Style money vault. After waiting a long time Spencer, Sam, and Freddie go into the building to find it empty. What will happen to Carly, True, Ryan and Lulu? Will anyone find them?

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or True Jackson VP but if I did it would be so cool. =)

Prologue:

True Jackson wheeled around in her office chair to stare at her two friends, Ryan and Lulu, laughing. "What's so funny?" she asked with a sigh. She had been working hard all day and was feeling a bit bitter that her friends didn't have to do any work.

Lulu glanced back at her. "It's just a new iCarly," she laughed again.

Ryan was cracking up. "I can't believe Sam put Freddie in the wedgie bounce!"

True laughed a little, she had to admit she was a fan of the show.

Lulu laughed again. "God this show is so funny!"

The phone on True's desk rang. She sighed and picked up the phone. "Hello? Yes. No Amanda I didn't. Wait what? No I can't. What do you mean have them in two days? Amanda! Wait! Err. Bye." She hung it up.

"What does Amanda want this time?" Lulu asked getting up off the couch and walking over to the desk. She glanced back at the laptop every few seconds.

"She expects me to have six dress prototypes done in three days! I'm not a machine! I'm a girl!" True complained.

Lulu shook her head. "Why is that woman so evil?"

Ryan laughed again at the web show.

"I don't know, maybe it's because…" True started to say but then realized that Lulu had gone back over to the couch. 'Short memory span…'

Lulu and Ryan were both giggling.

Suddenly the door burst open, and Max appeared in the room.

"True it's over! Mad Style is finished!" He said in despair, handing True a cardboard box.

"Wait! Slow down, what are you talking about?" True asked staring at the empty box in her hands.

Ryan and Lulu both looked at True in confusion.

Max began putting some of True's things in the box. "THE fashion show of the year is in three days!" his voice was frantic.

"And?" True asked, still not sure what the problem was.

"All the good models are booked for other companies! Mad Style has nothing! The clothes mean nothing in this show!" He threw a picture of Lulu and True into the box.

True set the box down on the desk. "Max, slow down! Are you trying to tell me that because of some fashion show, that Mad Style is finished? Forgive me for saying this but, that's kind of crazy."

Max plumped down onto the couch between Lulu and Ryan. "It's all over True. Finished. Done. Without someone big wearing our clothes, no buyers will want them!"

Ryan put his arm around him. "I could wear them," he joked.

Max stared dully at him as if to say 'you're kidding right?'

Lulu slapped Ryan on the leg.

"Ouch!" He complained.

"You're not helping!" She said.

True clapped her hands together to stop their arguing. All three of them on the couch looked up at her.

"It's not over Max." She said soothingly.

He just shook his head in despair. "This show means everything to me… if we don't have someone model our clothes then Mad Style will look like some low budget clothing line."

True reached down and took his hand. "There's gotta be somebody out there that will do it."

Again, he shook his head. "I've called everyone! I even contacted Hillary Duff!"

"What about Miley Cyrus?" Ryan asked with a huge grin on his face.

Max glared at him. "Who do you think was the first person I contacted?"

"Wait!" Lulu said standing up off the couch. "What about Carly and Sam?"

"Who are Carly and Sam?" Max asked in confusion.

"From iCarly!" Ryan practically shouted.

True's eyes lit up in excitement and surprise at the mention. "That's a great idea, Lulu!" she then looked at Max. "They do a comedy web show on the internet. Everyone loves them!"

Max stared at her, wondering if he could trust the idea.

"They get tons of viewers every week! They even won an award in Japan!" Lulu said.

Finally Max nodded. "But will they come?" he asked.

"I can email them…" True said. "I bet they'd come. Carly and Sam seem like really nice people. They even did advertisements and stuff before."

Max gave her a hopeful smile. "Contact them right away True, I'll be waiting for their reply." He then got up off the couch and left the room.

True let out a sigh of relief and looked at her two friends.

"I can't wait to meet Carly and Sam! You think they'll sign autographs?" Lulu asked in excitement.

Ryan just rocked back in forth in an exciting manner.

"Yeah… if they come," True said to Lulu.

Several minutes later, Lulu and Ryan left True's office. True sat down at her desk and went to .com. Finding the contact area she wrote her message to Carly and Sam.

Dear Carly,

My name is True Jackson. I am the Vice President for a clothing company called Mad Style. A huge fashion show is coming up in three days, and I know this is kind of short notice, but I was hoping that You and Sam could model for us. We would be very grateful and would make it worth your while. Please think it over, and let me know ASAP if you can make it.

Sincerely,

True Jackson, Vice President of Mad Style.

Phone: 1-800-7892 EXT #: 203

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Carly Shay stared blankly at the TV screen. "I've seen this one a zillion times," she groaned to her friends Freddie, and Sam, who were on the left and right of her.

Sam groaned and let her head fall onto Carly's shoulders. "This is so boring…"

"There's like nothing to do today… no school, no iCarly, nothing." Carly said in a monotone.

Freddie, who didn't much care for the show the girls were watching, flipped open his laptop and opened up Internet Explorer. His homepage () loaded up and he signed in, using the three of them' admin account. A tiny pink and yellow box popped up. "Look's like we got an email…"

Carly glanced over Freddie's shoulder at the screen. "We get like fifty emails a day."

Freddie opened it. He expected it to be just another fan of the show giving them compliments or another of one of Sam's, in particular, fans making fun of him. He was surprised when he started to read it. "It's not a fan." He noted.

Sam sighed. "Another hater? Or is it someone making fun of you again?" a huge grin appeared across her face.

He shook his head, rolling his eyes at her putdown. "It's to Carly from some Vice President from a clothing company."

Carly took the laptop from him and skimmed over the message. "Whoa…" was all she said.

Sam stared at her in confusion.

"It's from somebody named True Jackson. She wants us to model some of her company's clothes!" She said.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Yes I'm serious! Would I lie about such a thing?" Carly teased.

Freddie laughed.

"When's the show?" Sam asked leaning in to see the screen.

"In three days!" Carly said and then sighed. "Wait… its only three days… we don't even know where this place is at."

Sam took the laptop from her and set it down on the coffee table. "So what, Carls. Three days isn't that short of notice! I bet Spencer wont mind."

Freddie kept to himself. 'Once again the person behind the camera is left out…'

"What about Freddie?" Carly asked.

Freddie looked up in shock. "What about me?"

"You think your mom would let you go?"

"But I don't need to go… it's for you and Sam. Besides I don't do modeling."

Sam laughed at the last part.

"Freddie you're a part of iCarly too. If Sam and I take this on, you're going to." Carly said.

"Come on Carls. The Dweeb doesn't want to go. Let him stay behind, I'm getting sick of him being around anyway!" Sam said staring at Freddie as if he were some disgusting bug.

Freddie glared at her. "If you don't want me around you can find someone else to do the show!" he spat back.

"Guys stop." Carly said putting out her hands. "Freddie, talk with your mom. Sam, leave Freddie alone. And I'll talk with Spencer." She confirmed.

Sam groaned and just nodded.

Freddie got off the couch and left the apartment to talk with his mom.

"Spencer!" Carly called staring up at the ceiling.

Five minutes later her older brother appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"What is it, Little sister?" he asked.

Carly and Sam explained to him about the email and that they really wanted to go do the show. In the end Spencer, as always, agreed to let his sister go and told her to contact the Vice President and to give her his number so they could talk. Not long after, Freddie returned with a surprising okay from his mom.

And finally after doing some finally talking, Carly, Sam, and Freddie decided that they would go and Carly replied to True.

Dear True Jackson,

Sam and I accept the offer for the fashion show. My older brother (legal guardian) would like to talk to someone and get the arrangements made. We hope to hear from you soon.

-Carly Shay.

Phone: (Ask for Spencer Shay) 312-755-0837

A/N: Okay so I hope everyone likes the story so far! This is just the beginning so expect much better chapters in the future. Review and let me know what you think of the idea!!!