A/N: So, this is my second fanfic… And I just realised that I didn't put a disclaimer on my last one. So, I'm going to write here for both of them! This is a kind of thing from the future, or an AU? If this was 10 years in the Future, Sam and Cat would be somewhere in their 20s, almost 30s, right? Alright, this is an AU because Cat would be too old to be in this job? I don't even know…Okay, so this is 'Pursuit', I hope you like it!

Oh, and also, Cat's hair is the same as the Cat from Season One of Victorious. Does that give you a better picture? I just love Cat from Season One, she's so cute!:3

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, 'I Miss Her' by Jessie J, and I don't own Sam&Cat or Victorious. Dan, if I give you my house, can I own these two awesome TV shows? …No? Okay. );

Cat's POV

I sit in the car with the radio in the background.

I miss her, even though she's still here.

You need to listen, don't let her disappear

I'd give her my forever

If it meant for a day she could really be okay

But I miss her, even though she's still here…

I focus on the song and listen carefully to the words, shaking my head.

Cause all she's had and all she's lost

I wish she could remember

I watch it fade and slip away; it's hurting more than ever

I miss her.

And now I'm thinking about her. Ugh, and I finally thought I'd forgotten.

Sam.

We were best friends. She was my roommate, someone I could share secrets with, we would laugh together, and we could have a great time. I thought it would be like that forever, but obviously I wasn't good enough. She left after five years of living together in that stupid apartment. The crazy furniture, that secret safe, Sam's beloved fridge… it was my favorite place in the entire world, because she was always there with me.

Maybe she missed Carly. I didn't even know that they were still in touch. Maybe Sam went back to Seattle? Maybe she just went somewhere totally different? She could've just hopped on her motorcycle and driven somewhere far away. She never told me where she was going. I just woke up one day and she was gone, along with all the fat cakes from in the kitchen. Sigh, typical Sam.

I tried to call her, but I think she'd changed her number or something. Obviously, I asked Dice if he'd seen her anywhere, but he just said no. So, slowly, life changed back into long, days of working as a babysitter. Although, this time, I was on my own.

I try to talk with all my friends from Hollywood Arts as often as I can, but it's getting harder and harder to keep in touch with them now. Tori and André have both been signed to record labels, Jade is now directing movies and Beck is a well-known actor. Even Robbie got a ventriloquist act and does comedy shows at various stadiums.

Me? Well, I got a few acting jobs in plays and some jobs as a backing singer, but I was still upset about the whole 'Sam' thing, so my heart really wasn't into it. However, I tried to overcome that sadness by going to the gym a lot and working on getting stronger. I made a few friends there and decided that I wanted to become a Policewoman. So, that's what I am now, and where I am, actually. In my Patrol Car, waiting for a radio call.

Obviously, I didn't really look the type to be a cop when Sam was around. I was ditzy, borderline dumb. Of course, to become a policewoman, I had to drop that side of me and try to be smart. It wasn't that hard, actually. I guess I was just acting that whole time… no one even realised.

But anyway, I trained hard and got a lot stronger and fitter, and here I am in the car, on the freeway, parked in one of the little off road sites for cars that have broken down. Waiting. I turn off the radio and go back to watching the road for speeding cars or something like that. Most of the time I just daydream. I guess that part of me didn't get dropped along with the rest of my personality – I should really try harder.

Finally, the second radio, the one from the Police Station, starts crackling and I turn my attention to it.

'Pile up a few miles north of your location, backup on their way, reach your destination as soon as possible.'

Great. A pile up. Ugh.

'Ten-Four, I'm on my way.' I say into the radio. I always feel a bit stupid saying stuff like that. Like I'm in one of those plays from High School, using the Police Dialogue and thinking I'm so awesome but I'm really not.

I miss that.

I pull out onto the freeway and turn on the siren. It blares out loudly, and I wince. I still haven't gotten used to that. People in their cars move out of the way for me and I drive quickly but carefully through the middle of them.

After a while, I finally get to the place where the crash took place, and it's pretty bad. About five cars are smashed up and smoking. I park at the side and get out, bringing my radio with me and clipping it onto my shoulder.

'I'm at the site of the accident; it's pretty bad, request for at least two ambulances?' I ask the officers at the station. I take a look around and see a few people sitting at the side of the road. Some of them have minor injuries. Nothing too serious. I turn around and my eyes widen. A man is lying on the floor, groaning. It looks like his chest has been cut open and blood is covering his shirt. I grab my radio and quickly walk over to where the man is lying.

'Okay, we have a man seriously injured; we need an ambulance here now, on Ten-Twenty!' I yell into my radio, keeping it secure on my shoulder.

I kneel next to the man and ask if he's okay. It's kind of a stupid question, he's obviously not okay.

'The ambulance will be here soon, don't worry. Just stay calm and you'll be alright.'

The man nods and I stand up again and go back to where the other people involved are sitting.

'Are you guys all okay? No serious injuries?' I ask. They all nod and I am reassured as the ambulance sirens come into earshot. They park up quickly and the medics get out, rushing over to the man on the ground. They take out an oxygen mask and push it over the man's nose and mouth.

'Put pressure on that wound!' One of them shouts, and another runs over and presses down on the chest.

'You can go now, it's all under control.' A Doctor says to me and I nod, backing away to my car. I unlock it and get in, putting my radio back in its holder and pulling my seatbelt across my body. After it clicks in, I start up the car and drive away from the wreckage. It feels so strange just leaving, when I really could be helping to keep someone alive.

'Okay, Officer 4453, your shift is over, you can go home now.' Someone says from the Office and I turn off the radio. I go home now, and someone else takes my place. I always feel bad when I go home – working always takes my mind off things.

When I get to my new apartment, I turn on the TV and sit there for a while. Maybe I should go out somewhere? Nozu shut down a few months ago because apparently its owner went crazy and tried to kill some people with some sushi chopsticks. I guess I'll just stay here tonight.

I hate living here on my own, I feel so lonely without someone to talk to, laugh with, and cry with. Sam would let me do all of those things, even though she sometimes got annoyed at me. I guess that's just who she is.

Sam.

Even though it's been a long time since I last saw her, I just can't forget about her.

She's always on my mind.

Haha so that was the first chapter of 'Pursuit'. Hope you liked ittt! And if you didn't, then… uh, sorry? Haha, so hopefully I'll see you in the next chapter! Baii!:3