This is my first time writting a story like this. This is a slow progression story Jade and Robbie will make an apparence later. Tell me what you think and stuff.

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Cat

Her fingers entangled around red strands of her hair, her elbow digging into the cloth part of her car door, her other hand gripped the grey leather of her steering wheel - her fingers red, almost the color of her finger nail polish. Her brown eyes were trained ahead of her, searching the blackened depths of the abandoned warehouse, which sat ahead of her, forgotten by all - almost. Her bright glossy lips parted and she gently sighed and her eyes fluttered closed.

Memories flooded her, none of them good, all of them bad. Guilt tugged at her, settling inside her. She let it. The woman let years of therapy go and accepted blame for what happened here eight years ago. The horror, how she had left, had run away.

Her eyes fluttered open, turning her head a little glancing at the black sports car pulling up beside her. The tinted window rolled down and her eyes locked with the brown depths of Beck Oliver's eyes.

She looked away and let out another shaky breath and turned off her car and pushed her door open and stepped out. Her glossy black high heels crunched over loose gravel as she closed her car door back and moved around her car and Beck's, getting into his.

The twenty-five year old offered her a cigarette and she accepted and straightened her pink dress over her legs. His eyes remained on the warehouse as well even as he lite his cigarette and tugged at his grey tie.

Cat watched him, remembering the boy he once was. The long hair, the cool charm he always carried around with him. Those traits were now gone. He was a man now obviously; his hair was short now, only enough now to curl around his ears. His presence was somber, quiet; he never really got his old self back, neither did she. They both wore the brand of a traitor, as a bad friend, as cowards.

"How are you?" Beck asked politely.

"Today, I'm not feeling to great." The girl answered truthfully.

"When are we going to let this go?" He asked quietly. "When are we going to stop coming here every anniversary, stop blaming ourselves for what happened? We were only kids…"

This question was asked by him on this very day for the last five years. She had never answered it this way though, but now she was finally ready. "I'm willing to try if you are." It was time to move on, no, she would never forgive herself, she was sure Beck would never forgive himself either.

They had left them…

Beck looks at her in surprise, not expecting her words. She gently smiles a sad smile and she tilts her head, strands of red hair falling over her shoulder. She glanced down at it and picked up a piece holding it up, "I'll start by dying this back brown. You could start by smiling a little more." He frowned instead. Her smile fades as well and she looks away from him, leaning back into the cool leather, her eyes going to the warehouse.

"You're going to be alright, Cat." The boy had panted glasses crooked, lip spilt and bloody. "We're all going to get out of this… trust… trust me."

The woman's eyes stung and she blinked rabidly, her lips pressed together thinly. A heavy hand landed on her left hand, squeezing it. The woman looked down, staring the faded jagged scar running up his hand and disappearing into the cuff of his white button up. If she was remembered correctly, it went all the way up his arm. Seeing it made her feel uncomfortable, which she found silly. He looked at it every day; he was reminded of how he got it every day.

"We both failed, me more then you."

She looked up at him, eyes shimmering with tears. Jade… Robbie… gone.

"No new news then?" She asked, changing subjects. She was already aware of the answer, no, Jade and Robbie hadn't been found. Not a sign of them, not a tip, the case had grown cold and forgotten after eight years.

He gently shook his head. He often used his money and connections to search for them, to get the cops back on the case. He grinned at her suddenly, the quirk of the lips brightening his face considerably.

"I heard you graduated from the academy." He let go of her hand to punch her on her shoulder lightly. "Congratulations officer Valentine."

Her lips moved upwards. "Thanks…" Her smile faded and she lightly pouted remnants of her old self shining through. "I remember sending an invitation and you not coming."

He looked sheepish. "I was busy with work. I really wi –"

She waved her hand dismissively. "I understand, Beck. You work for your dad's company now, a big time marketing company. You don't have time for little ol' Cat Valentine."

"That's not true." He very seriously said even though it was obvious she was joking.

Feeling uncomfortable Cat cleared her throat. "I have to get back home." Her hand reached for the handle and she gently pushed her door open, he grabbed her wrist.

The woman looked back at him concerned when he was slow to say anything. "Maybe… we could grab a coffee together tomorrow…" He frowned after he had spoken, not meeting her gaze.

Cat waited until he finally looked at her to smile and nod, "I would like that." He let go of her and she got out of his car closing his door before moving around back over to her car. Sitting in her car she blankly stared at nothing until he had started his car and backed out. Then she covered her face with her hands, a body shaking sob racked her frame.

Eight years ago

Cat bounced hopefully in her seat, eyes darting between Jade and Beck. It was afternoon – lunch time at Hollywood Arts. It was a humid day and cloudy, nearly raining actually, but the weather held out long enough for the group and others to spend a little time outside at lunch.

Robbie held her hand tightly in his sweaty palm. Ever since they started dating he had never let her hand go, of course he had when they weren't around each other, but he was always touching her when they were around each other, as if he wasn't actually sure the girl was real. She honestly didn't mind, she loved it. He held on to her, he would never let her go.

"Please…" the girl had begged. "It'll be fun, tell them Robbie!"

Her boyfriend nodded along in agreement.

"What are we twelve?" Their black haired friend had asked with a scoff. "You want me to go on a double freakin' date?" The words spat out of her mouth like a bad awful taste.

"Yes," Cat nodded pouting. "What's wrong with that?"

"Besides that it's immature, Cat? Gah, I dunno… the whole concept."

The girl looked incredibly off-put by her friend's words and her shoulders sagged. "I thought it would be fun…"

"It could be fun." Beck chimed in, sipping his soda. He lightly shrugged. "I like to camp. Being away from the city for a couple of days in the mountains… all alone…" He lightly smirked.

"You have to kidding, right?" The mean-girl – self-proclaimed – asked. "You really expect me to spend a whole weekend with Robbie and Cat trapped on a mountain for four days?"

"Yeah," he calmly said. "I'll be there too, don't forget." He grinned at her and kissed her cheek lightly. "Say yes…" He once again kissed her. He went to kiss her again but her hand over his mouth stopped him.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked darkly, but her eyes held a slight interest.

"Remember, I go to Canada next Tuesday, for three weeks…" he once again shrugs. "I thought we could spend a little more time together. Please…" Playfully he begs.

"Please…" Cat also joins in.

"It won't be that bad, Jade!" The glasses wearing boy says. The girl rolled her eyes.

"Don't breath a word of this to Vega, last thing I need is her coming along too."

Cat loudly squealed throwing her arms around Robbie, giving the tomato red boy a big kiss on his cheek.

"It's going to be fun!"

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They all planned on taking Beck's RV, so they all met up at his house around five that very day, planning on driving through the night to the campsite. Cat had arrived first, being super excited about going hunting, the only thing she had packed was twenty bags of trail mix, a sleeping bag, and some clothes. Beck was supposed to have everything else anyway.

She had pounded on his RV door until his mother poked her head out of the backdoor. Beck's mother is beautiful, Cat always thought. Tall, slim, long black hair and her skin the color of sand, she only found out later that the woman wasn't actually his mom though they looked a lot alike. Though beautiful, the woman wasn't very nice.

"Cat," the woman said dryly. "Stop that… if you're looking for Beck, he's inside making a mess out of my home."

Cat let the woman's bad attitude completely slide off her. "Alrighty!" The quickly skipped over, her bag bouncing on her back and started to enter but Mrs. Oliver blocked her.

"Oh no you don't, the last time I had you people in here I was forced to hire more cleaning staff."

Cat bit her lip frowning. "I'll be careful, Mrs. Oliver, honest."

"Come on in, Cat." Beck appeared behind his mother, smiling kindly. "My mom's just trying to be funny."

Cat hardly thought it was a joke and the look on the woman's face told her it wasn't. The woman literally shook with annoyance as she took a step back; allowing Cat into the Oliver's large home. Cat quickly slid by the woman who obviously didn't like her and followed Beck down the hall and through a large lavish, designer decorated living room that held portraits and statues. Cat loved Beck's house, her favorite fixture was the large glistening chandelier made of jewels and other sparkly things. Beck's family is rich, even though he had dressed sort of shabby then, he was extremely rich. He never let on though, he never told anyone, never bragged.

He led her into his old bedroom, which was bigger than her nana's whole apartment. It was like a portrait in time, model airplanes still hung from the ceiling, action figures still in their boxes sat nicely on shelves, a brown and white teddy bear sat neatly on a made bed on top of a blue comforter.

"Cute," the girl squealed and run to the teddy bear and picked it up, Beck cringed.

"Can you be careful with that, Cat?" He asked. She frowned at him and looked down at the teddy bear in her arms. "It was a present from my mom. Just… be careful with it."

Cat nodded very slowly. "I'll be careful with it." The girl gently sat it back onto his bed the way she had found it, admiring it from a far. "It's really, really cute Beck."

He nodded moving to his closet and starting to fumble around in it. "I've had it ever since I was a baby." He vanishes into the large closest and returns a moment later with a sleeping bag, "found it!"

The girl clapped her hands happily, "yay!"

He gave her an amused glance. "Let's get out of here, before my mother makes reappearance."

"She hates me." Cat whispers, as she follows him out of the bedroom and down the long stairwell they had went up before.

"A secret, Cat, my mom hates everyone. You shouldn't worry about it too much."

They head outside and to his RV just as Robbie is pulling up, loaded down with five bags, which he greatly struggled to carry. Cat giggled at him, placing a kiss onto his cheek and took the tiniest bag from him.

"Seriously Robbie, tell me what you don't have." Beck laughed lightly taking two bags from the curly haired boy.

"Uh…" Robbie looked sheepish as he threw his bags down on the RV's couch beside one of Beck's. "I've never been camping before… I wasn't too sure what to bring."

A horn blew outside obnoxiously four times and Beck rolled his eyes. "Jade's here…" He bounded out of the RV, the other following behind slowly, grasping each other's hands first.

Beck lightly kissed his girlfriend as she got out of her car and looked into her backseat. "Not as many as Robbie but… you do get were not going away forever right?"

"I'm not in the mood." She gave him an unimpressed look, leaning against her car. "Move it boys, get my bags. Shapiro, stop molesting Cat's hand and grab a bag!"

"I… I… I…" Robbie loudly stammered, face burning red. Cat giggled. He let go of her hand and went to help Beck with Jade's bags as Jade moved over to Cat.

"You look… like you're going to talk a lot." The black haired girl observed. Cat grinned; taking hold of Jade's arm she began dragging her towards the RV.

"Do you want any Trail mix, Jade?"

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They were moving an hour later after Beck had a brief talk with his father who had showed up when they were leaving. The extremely serious man hadn't even gotten out of his driver driven car but had instead rolled down the tinted back window, and looked at his son expressionless. They had spoken briefly and Beck had returned looking slightly agitated.

Regardless they had left and they all drove three hours each except for Cat who no one trusted driving for too long.

Cat had been in the back of the RV with Robbie while Beck and Jade were in the truck upfront. They had been sharing a rare calm silence for them, her in Robbie's arms. He wasn't awkward and stuttering just calm.

"I still can't believe this." He had mumbled.

"Believe what?" Cat had asked even though she already was aware.

"You and me…" He laughed a little and she moved closer to his chest. "I thought I would never get you." He gently sighed.

"Well you did silly, so don't think about it."

He nodded and held up their entwined fingers. "As long as you want me… I won't ever let go of your hand." He turned red upon saying it but looked completely serious.

She giggled. "Don't worry, I'll always want you, don't let go of my hand and I won't let go of yours." She leaned up and kissed him on the lips lightly, then again, until their kiss was deeper. Then the truck stopped, causing Beck's RV to stop as well and it threw them forward a little.

"What in the…" The boy mumbled helping Cat up as they headed over to the RV's door. It was early morning; sunlight was just now starting to lighten the black sky. Beck stepped from his truck with Jade and looked at his tires.

"Flat tires…" He mumbled frowning at the truck and RV.

"That can be fixed right?" His girlfriend questioned obviously not happy.

"Normally…"

"Normally…" She echoed.

"Yeah I don't have a spare for the RV tires." He admits. "That means we're going to have to call a tow truck and a ride."

Cat watches Robbie take out his phone and frown.

"No signal…" Beck says and Jade lets out a frustrated yelp. "We could wait on someone to come by and we can try to walk back and find that gas station a few miles back are our options."

Cat wrapped her arms around herself, the morning chill seeping into her bones. She grasped Robbie's hand and smiled at him, he grinned back. Cat had noticed the car first coming towards them.

"Here comes a car now." They all watched as the van approaches slowly and creep to a stop, it's painted a bright yellow and some animal grooming company logo is painted on the hood in blue. A man in a yellow baseball cap and a white T-shirt gets out.

"You kids need any help?"

The man had looked harmless enough – middle aged, small in stature, and he had smiled at them kindly. None of them had been alarmed by the man, not even a little.

Beck had stepped forward and spoke, "we got a flat tire. If you have a cell phone with service… that would be great." The man walks over and he's shorter then Beck and Robbie, he takes a look at the flat tire.

"I have one… unfortunately I'm in the habit of leaving it at home." The man laughs, looking at them all evenly. "I can give you all a ride into town, the van fit you all."

They shared a look at that, not very sure. The man seemed harmless, but looks could be very deceiving.

"Maybe when you get into town you could… maybe tell a towing company about us being here. We wouldn't want to trouble you." Beck said, deciding it wasn't a good idea.

"It wouldn't be any trouble." The man insisted.

"Still…" Beck said.

"It's not actually a suggestion anymore, Beck Oliver." The man says and Beck stiffens.

Cat noticed the gun pointed at Beck a second after everyone else. The hand wrapped around hers tightened and she felt very sick. Another man appeared from the van, this one bigger. A third man appeared from the woods along the empty road, another gun in his hand.

"Now," the first man said, "let us make you all go to sleep."

Cat was last, the last one to have her head meet with the butt of a gun. Robbie held her hand even as he was being hit, never letting go. She then remembered the man approaching her, the one that had appeared from the woods. He had smiled at her, a smile that had sent a chill down her spine. Then he hit her and she fell.

Now

Cat gripped her steering wheel tighter; her shaky hand ran underneath her nose before finally starting her car. She took a deep breath then backed away from the warehouse and turned around. Driving away from the warehouse her insides churned.

It was supposed to feel better to be moving on, to not be weighed down by what a happened eight years ago. Why did she feel so doomed?

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