Sorry for the slowness, it's been crazy over here! If you care, my school is doing something called theater night, and I've been rehearsing for the parts I'm in during lunch and after school, so it's hectic! And I just turned in an 11 page project so I should be all set for a while, thank goodness J

We don't own victorious. Really, we don't.

Holly and Andre ring the doorbell and are greeted by a frazzled Cat. Balancing a boy on each hip, a baby is heard whimpering in the distance. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and tendrils of magenta cover her chocolate brown eyes. Holly laughs and Zach reaches for his mom, giggling and excited. Cat feels the weight lift off of her hip and sighs, putting Aiden down as well.

"Want to come in for a bit? You can fill me in on what went on last night!" Cat leads the couple and their son across a path of toy trucks and action figures, letting them sit on the couch. She picks her baby girl up from her playpen and holds her close, bouncing and rocking and shushing her.

"Well, it's a girl! They named her Evelyn, she's beautiful…small, but still beautiful." I'm shocked. Tori's baby was 2 months early, how is that safe? I listened as Holly and Andre explained as much as they knew in as much detail as they could remember. As they explained what little Evelyn looked like, I felt my insides warm. A friend for Clea would be nice.

Holly, Zach, and Andre stayed a little over an hour, and then Zach started to get a little antsy. They apologized and went on their way, and for the first time since Tori went to the hospital the house was quiet. Aiden was playing with his trucks quietly, and Clea had fallen asleep again. Cat went into the French door fridge to see what they had, being sure to stay quiet so she wouldn't disturb the peace. Opening the door she saw a few yogurts, some cold cuts, formula, and some of the leftovers from a previous night. Opening the leftovers a gust of rank smell rushed to her nose. It instinctively crinkled, and Cat threw the chicken into the trash, sighing as it clunked into the can. Looking around, her mind went blank and Cat could not think of one creative thing to do with the remnants of a long week.

Trudging upstairs she threw on one of Robbie's sweatshirts, taking a moment to inhale his scent. A pair of jeans went in place of her sweats, and matching blue flip flops covered the place her slippers once snugly fit. Calling Aiden, she dressed him in some overalls, sneakers, and a yellow shirt. She grabbed Clea and her carrier, and put both of her kids in the car after writing a not in case Robbie came home.

They got to the store around 10 minutes later, and Cat and the kids went around the aisles, grabbing whatever activated their taste buds. They were in the juice aisle, Cat scanning the apple juices when a young blonde approached her. She could only have been in high school, perky blue eyes and long, hip length hair.

"Your little boy is so cute," She motioned to Aiden, who looked back up at her with curiosity, "what's his name?" Cat answered and the girl went on her way, looking back once to giggle and wave at Aiden, who had taken to play flirting with her. Cat laughed at her little ladies man and continued, appreciating the girl's comment. Two aisles later another mother approached her, a young girl taking command of her carriage. She looked frazzled, and asked,

"Hey, do you know where the pancake mix is? I mean you think it's be with the breakfast but it isn't!"

"Sure, it's three aisles back from here, right at the beginning." The mom gave her an appreciative look and started to leave, but stopped.

"Your son is beautiful, such a handsome face." Cat thanked the woman and kept going, marveling at the comment. Aiden got complemented some times, but today was his day, apparently.

Another two aisles later, Cat was getting tomato sauce. She was planning on having a big spaghetti dinner cooked for Tori and Beck when they came home a few nights later, and she had found a recipe online suggesting a particular brand of sauce. She looked over the labels muttering to herself the brand name. Aiden hummed in the carriage, and Clea babbled, trying to make conversation with her brother. She walked farther off the aisle, never taking her eyes off of the labels. Finally, she came across a label depicting an Italian town, called Presto. She jumped up, grabbing the sauce and doing a dance, finally victorious.

Cat calls "Aiden, honey, look! Mommy got the sauce she needed!" She turns to the carriage and notices a spot where Aiden once was. Panic sets in her stomach, and she calls for him again.

"Aiden! Aiden where are you honey?" Everything seems to go in slow motion. She turns around, eyes scanning the crowd of shoppers walking through the aisles. Nothing there, she turns back around, looking through the crowd near the front. She sees the back of someone's head and is unable to make out their features. In their hands, her son looks over their shoulder, scared and searching the crowd. They lock eyes, brown looking into brown, and Aiden tries to cry.

All he can get out is a feeble "Mommy!" Until the person covers his mouth, looking around, then exiting the store with Cat's son.

Cat grabs Clea and runs after the person, Clea whining in protest of the sudden change in speed and height. Cat gets to the front entrance of the store and looks around, unable to see anything in the parking lot. A van pulls away from the lot, and she sees a hand, a nose, and a familiar set of brown eyes through its tinted windows.

"AIDEN!" She calls, but the van pulls away, and Cat loses the license plate in a flurry of confusion. She sinks to the ground, clutching Clea even tighter than before. A crowd of shoppers is around her now, and all she can get out is a weak "call the police, they have my son…"

Oohhh…plot twist! I know it's a very winding plot! Oh, and by the way I wanted to thank whoever voted in the Victorious Awards. Thanks to you I got second place! It's just a title, but now I know that I'm going to start working toward a first place win next year. Thanks again, and keep reading! I'll be posting a little Harry Potter oneshot soon, so keep an eye out for it!

Love,

Hollywood.

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