AN: Hey everyone. Before we even start with this chapter, did you all notice that the past few episodes of Victorious barely had any Tandre moments in them? Well, more like Tori and Andre are drifting apart. Whatever it is, I sure hope things go back to the way they were in seasons 1, 2, and beginning of 3. Not that I would stop watching if they DO drift apart. I'm not a fanboy who can't live if the show doesn't go his way.

Oh, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but did you all hear that Victorious is getting cancelled? Yeah, I was shocked too. In fact, there are supposedly only 15 episodes left! Cruel Nickelodeon, it's one of the few shows that are good! (IMO) :(

Enough about my thoughts, let's get on with what you want – the story. So, we were at the point where Jade caught Tori chasing after someone (likely Andre's ex) down a hall. Let's pick it up right there. Oh, and on special request from some of you, I put in some more Cabbie moments here. If you're a Cabbie shipper, I think you'll like what happens. Well, have fun! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious. Huge shocker, isn't it?

The Chase

Tori's POV:

"Ah ha! There you are, you bitch!" I shouted, as I chased after Kyra down the hall. Briefly looking back, she smirked at me, as she continued running down the hall, and dangled the bag in front of her at me.

"Looking for this, slut? You'll have to catch me first! I can tell you your boyfriend Andre hasn't seen the last of me yet! I've got other plans."

Growing more angry by the second, I only ran faster, as I tried to catch up. Apparently, she had snatched the bag away from me after Robbie left to see if the others were back yet, and I didn't notice. I had to admit, even with a bitch like her, I was pretty impressed at how sneaky she was.

Rounding a corner and nearly losing my balance, I continued trying to chase after her, as the distance between us grew, and I started to run out of breath. I was never the fastest runner I knew, nor was I good at endurance; I'll bet a ten year old could probably outrun me. But as tired as I was getting, I had to keep trying. The only thought that kept me going was that it was for Andre's sake.

Chasing her around another corner, and down a whole other hall, I was just about ready to collapse, and wasn't any closer to her than I had started off with. In fact, if anything, she got even more ahead of me. I had to get that bag back though. That was the best way to prove her as the person responsible for the blood mix-up. And I had better be able to catch up, or else she just might get on with other plans for Andre, whatever they were.

That last thought was very unsettling to say in the least. Even though Dr. Reed had said Andre was onto recovery, and even though Alan had said that the hospital was being guarded more closely, I still wasn't convinced. Besides, if she could snatch away a bag from right beside my feet, what couldn't she do?

"Give up yet, slut? I can tell you that I've got something in store for you too, if you don't."

How was she still not tired and out of breath? I thought, mind-baffled and incredulous, even though I wouldn't admit it. Was she an Olympic athlete or something? But I brushed that thought aside, and gritted my teeth. I won't give up, I told myself. I won't give up. I won't – whoop!

I slipped, sliding right into the wall ahead of me at the hallway bend ahead. Sticking my hands out to stop myself, they hit the wall, hard.

"Ouch!" I cried out, as I felt my fingers and wrists bend back where they usually don't have to and heard them make cracking noises. All the while, out of the corner of my eye, far down the hall to my left, I could see Kyra standing there, an amused smirk on her face, as she watched my pain.

"Later," she called over, laughing as she ran off again.

I forced myself to get up, mentally cursing myself for not being able to catch up. I had to think. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I mean, all that happened so far was so unreal, especially Kyra's ability to run like that. It's almost as if all this was the plotline of a story (not that this is a story written by some guy with the screen name ScienceIsAwesome from his home computer).

Deciding that there was no point in trying to find Kyra, I slumped back down against the wall, burying my head down in my lap, as I closed my eyes in thought. What should I do now?

Cat's POV:

I looked at my watch. 8:03 p.m. It was starting to get late, and I hadn't even started on my homework yet, which would probably take at least two and a half hours. But none of us had left, nor did any of us want to. Sure, the doctor had said things were going well, and everything would be fine, but at this rate, it looked like we would all be here until Andre's operations would be over. That could most certainly take a while – a long while. I didn't care at this point though; I just didn't want to miss any updates, even though the doctor had told us to come back tomorrow.

Fifteen minutes ago, Jade and Beck had gone off to look for Tori, after we all saw her running down the hall, chasing whoever that girl was. But Robbie and I had decided to wait, just in case the doctor did have more updates for us. And so far, nothing.

What is taking them so long? I wondered to myself. How hard could it be to find Tori, and whoever she was chasing after? Why was she chasing after that girl anyways? And why did she call her a bitch? Whatever it was, I had a feeling that it had something to do with that plastic bag that girl was holding. But was in that bag, and why was it so important?

Having the sense of a pair of eyes watching me, I looked back up from the floor. Turning my head to my right, I looked into Robbie's warm, friendly face, his eyes flashing with concern. My heart sank as I glanced at the bandages he had across his face, covering the giant, nasty scratch he got, reminding me of that fight, and why we were all here in the first place. Tears reformed in my eyes as I glanced at his arms, each containing several bruises and bandages, reminding me of his condition only hours ago. I quickly turned away from his glance, and wiped my eyes. How could I ever make it up to him now? What apology could ever be enough? How do I tell him I loved him?

I felt a hand gently cup my chin and turn me around. "Cat, look at me," Robbie said. "What's wrong?"

I didn't respond. All I could do was wrap my arms around him, and sniffle. All the while, Robbie patted my head and stroked my hair soothingly and comfortingly, while whispering comforting, reassuring words. This day, if anything, was twisted and full of ironic moments. It couldn't get any more ironic how the person I was supposed to be apologizing to and making things up to was the person who was comforting me, as if my sadness was his fault.

"Cat, you can tell me. What's the matter?" I looked back up at Robbie, his face displaying more concern than ever. I felt another tear slip out, as I looked into his eyes. I hadn't even said a simple "sorry" to him yet, and he's already forgiven me, as if nothing happened to him at all. That just made me feel worse, and my tears quickly turned to sobs. Robbie's response was to hold and cuddle me tighter, as I sobbed into his chest.

Less than a minute later, I felt his gentle touch on my chin again, as he lifted me up to look at him. "Cat, please, I'm really worried about you. Please, tell me what's wrong," he begged, his voice sounding like it was ready to crack up again, as he shared his own tear. "I hate seeing you like this. You can tell me anything. I won't get mad."

"R-R-Robbie, I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry," I managed to get out, in a shaky voice, barely above a whisper. "I-I've b-been h-horrible t-t-today."

Robbie's face changed into a relieved, relaxed state, and his lips formed a small smile. "Cat, is that why you wouldn't look at me earlier, let alone talk to me?"

I nodded. "I thought you were mad at me," I whispered, as Robbie wiped my tears away with a napkin. "I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me again."

He smiled. "Cat, I could never stay mad at you. After all, you waited for me to wake up, didn't you? I appreciate that. I really do. And besides, I love you too much to stay mad at you for anything. I've loved you since I laid my eyes on you."

Hearing those last words put a big smile on my face, perhaps even bigger than the one I got when I saw him awake earlier, if that was possible. Did he really mean it? Did Robbie Shapiro, the guy I've only ever dreamed and fantasized about being with, really love me?

Robbie however, realizing what he just said, covered his mouth, as he looked at me, eyes wide. Removing his hand a moment later, he spoke again.

"C-Cat, I-I'm sorry if that freaked you out. I couldn't stop myself from saying it, and-"

Immediately, I cut him off with a kiss, one as passionate as I could possibly give. Robbie was frozen and tense with shock at first, but quickly gained sense and relaxed, wrapping his arms around my waist, as he started to kiss me back. His lips were surprisingly soft, and the kiss was sweet and filled with sparks. Never, even in my sweetest dreams and fantasies, have I imagined his kisses to be like this before. Wow, I could do this forever – if I didn't have to breathe so soon.

"Wow – Robbie – how many times have you kissed before?" I asked, still breathing heavily. It was like he's been practicing before he was born.

"Uh, none," he replied awkwardly, surprising me. How could he kiss like that then? "Why, did I do something wrong?"

"Oh heavens, Robbie, no. Just, you were amazing." I still couldn't believe I had just made out with Robbie Shapiro. It was like a dream come true! Well, okay, if it really was a dream, I never intend on waking up!

"Y-yeah, I've just heard all the stories about it there were to hear I guess. I never imagined I'd actually get to. Well, it was nice while it lasted, Cat. Thanks."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean, Robbie?" I asked.

It was his turn to show a sad, hurt expression. "What I said was true, Cat. I really have loved you for as long as we've known each other, and I always will. But I guess, if you don't want to have commitment, I'm fine as long as you're happy."

My mouth opened. Did Robbie seriously want to date me? I could barely contain my excitement. How can it get any better than this? And this time, I would be there for him, instead of letting him get hurt like that.

"Robbie," I began, looking into his eyes, "I feel the same way. And I will happily grant and go with your request."

Robbie smiled at me. "Really? Caterina Valentine, are you saying you will be my first girlfriend?"

I nodded eagerly. "First and last, forever and beyond. From now on, you're mine, and mine only. And I'm yours." And with that, we leaned towards each other again. Our lips were only centimetres apart, when we were cut off by the sound of rapid footsteps.

Looking up, I could see a girl running up to us. Not just any girl though – the girl carrying the plastic bag whom Tori was chasing after. She whizzed past us, and quickly began to fade from sight. As she passed us, I saw red fluid through the translucent plastic of the bag she held. Wait – red fluid? No, it couldn't be blood, could it?

"Hold it right there!" The call came from down the hall, the same one the girl just ran down. Several seconds later, she ran back from the hall, heading in our direction. Quickly following her were two tall security guards, pursuing her as she ran towards the hall across. So whatever was in that bag was important – important enough to be chasing after her for. And whatever reason Tori had for chasing after her was apparently legit after all. But why? And why did she have a blood bag with her?

Tori's POV:

I slowly opened my eyes, and felt someone shaking me roughly. Looking ahead of me, through the haze as my vision slowly focused, I could see that I was leaning against the wall in a white hallway that didn't look familiar. Where was I? Why wasn't I at home?

As if in answer to my confusion, I heard a familiar voice shout out to me, as I was shaken roughly again. "Vega, wake up!"

Oh yeah, I thought, I'm in one of the hallways of the hospital. And Jade found me. But wait, what was I doing here again?

I looked up, and sure enough, there was Jade, Beck standing right beside her. I managed a weak smile.

"Oh, hey guys. What happened?"

Jade rolled her eyes. "Like I should know. All I know is, we caught you chasing after a girl, we came looking for you, and here you are, asleep in this hallway at 9:00 p.m.

Oh yeah, that's why I was here. I must have dozed off when I was taking a break.

"Tori, why were you chasing after that girl?" Beck asked me.

It took me a minute to think and recall all that happened – the blood bag, Kyra's sneakiness, the long and tiring chase, and me collapsing. But once I did, I explained all I knew about the situation, top to bottom. How Alan the security guard got us to watch a security clip, how I instantly recognized the girl in the clip as Kyra Lark – Andre's ex, how she stole the blood to cause the mix-up, how Robbie found the blood, and lastly, my chase. All the while, both of them, even Jade, listened closely, and tried to process it all.

"Oh, so she's Kyra, the bitchy girl he's told me about?" Beck asked.

"And she's the one responsible for the blood mix-up?" Jade added. "Why, when I get my hands on that bitch, I'm gonna-"

"Halt! Not another step! You're coming with us!"

We all turned our heads towards the voice. My eyes widened when I saw what was down the hallway ahead. Thirty metres away stood two tall, muscular security guard, and Kyra. One held the stolen blood bag, as his partner held Kyra's arms behind her back, as he tried to handcuff her.

"You've got some seriously explaining to do," The second one said to Kyra, as he struggled with the handcuffs. However, just when it looked like he had the cuffs ready, he accidentally released his grip, and Kyra took off again, right towards our direction.

"You'll never catch me alive!" she shouted at the guards, as she got closer to us.

"Oh no, now what?" I said out of frustration, to nobody in particular.

"Leave it to me!" Jade shouted, as she stood up, and Kyra ran past us.

"Hah! You'll never get me, Goth chick!" she shouted at Jade, causing her to make Kyra eat her words. In a matter of only seconds, Jade had caught up to her, and had her grip on Kyra's wrists. She then flung Kyra to the side, much like how she did to me, Cat, and Robbie earlier today, I'm guessing. Jade jumped on top of Kyra, and leaned down to face her, a smirk on her face.

"You were saying, bitch?" Jade spat.

The security guards caught up to us. "Thank you for your help. We'll take it from here." They said, as Jade stood up and they shook our hands. They then handcuffed Kyra, leading her away to, wherever it was she was going.

"Hey, there they are," I spun around to find Cat and Robbie coming towards us, both with sad faces, covered in tear stains, both their eyes still leaking tears.

"Are you two okay?" I asked them, worried. "Why are you crying?"

But it was Dr. Reed who answered me, his face displaying the same sad expressions Robbie and Cat showed, and his voice dripping with the same tone. Weird, where did he come from?

"Everyone, I regret to announce that Andre Harris has – passed away. We were sure that everything was going as planned, and he'd be awake soon. But the anesthetics we gave him caused a delayed severe allergic reaction in him, causing heart failure. I'm dreadfully sorry for everyone's loss, and for not stopping it when I could have."

As soon as all the words sank in, everyone began to cry out fountains of tears, especially me.

Still Tori's POV:

"NOOOOOOOO!" I snapped awake and sat up with a start, as I looked at my surroundings through my tears. I was lying on a bed with clean, white sheets in an unfamiliar room. On all the walls were clear cupboards filled with bottles and vials, and all around the room medical instruments. So I was still in the hospital. The wall clock on the wall ahead of me read 1:47 a.m. Thank goodness it was just a dream, I thought. But wait, how did I end up in here, if I fell asleep in the hall? Where is here?

AN: Okay, so I decided to mess with everyone a little bit by making you all think Andre was dead. And I purposely didn't italicize that dream like I always did before this, just so you wouldn't know right away. Please don't hate me though. :( Anyways, sorry if you didn't like the scare. Tell me what you think though.

Oh yeah, and this story is almost over. :( It's taking longer than I thought, but we're nearly there. Should I do a sequel?