Augh! Day 4 is so long...sorry about that. But I promise, this is the last you'll hear of it.

CHAPTER 12 -DAY 4 continued-
Tori's POV

André and I forced Trina to take us to her room, which was on the twenty-eighth floor. It was nowhere near as nice as the rooms we were staying in. But that was probably a good thing since then she wouldn't have spent as much money as she would have if she were in one of the rooms on the thirtieth floor and above.

"So you never really went to Molly's house, huh?" I asked as we crowded into the elevator.

"Nope. That was a cover-up."

"Hmm. That was actually pretty good, Trina, I'm not going to lie," I replied slowly.

"Yes, well thank you. I'm not only just pretty and talented, I'm also very smart too." She flipped her hair flirtatiously and exited the elevator first. André was grinning suspiciously wide. I knew he was probably trying not to laugh at Trina.

Oh well. A lot of people laughed at her expense. Even me. But to her, she probably just thought she made an excellent comedian too.

Ha ha.

"You know, when Mom and Dad find out that you were here, they're going to ground you for a year," I said calmly as we walked down the hall to her room. She had given me back my phone, on account of André intervening and snatching it from her hands just for me.

We stopped at her door. Trina let us in, and the room was pretty nice for the most part. I saw her pink luggage in the corner, wide open and stuffed with clothes and shopping bags.

"Just how much stuff did you buy?" I questioned, going in and sitting on the single bed in the room. André stood awkwardly by the doorway, once again trying to get ahold of one of the others.

"Not enough," I heard Trina mutter from the corner with her luggage.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Trina turned around to face me, a sheepish grin on her face.

"Well, you're going to be in big trouble, regardless of how much more money you went and wasted," I said, folding my hands on my lap. "I already told Dad what I suspected when you didn't go home yesterday night. And you being here is the only proof I need." I whipped out my phone and before anyone could blink, I had snapped a picture of Trina standing there and was sending it in a text to my dad.

"Tori!" Trina lunged at me. "What are you doing?"

"Whoa, girls, calm down," André said, trying to get in between us. He had his phone in between his left shoulder and cheek since he was still trying to call our friends, and because of this had difficulty in getting Trina away from me.

"Pack your things, Trina. We're taking you to the airport."

"You didn't buy me a ticket. I'm not going anywhere," she pouted, still furiously trying to get away from André and strangle me probably.

"Oh, and that's why you're going to be in extra trouble," I said, looking down at my phone, which was vibrating. The text read:

Got Trina a ticket. She owes us big time. –Dad

"Dad had to spend even more money on another ticket just for you," I told her, shoving my phone in her face so she could see it for herself. Trina turned extremely red and stopped her struggles to get around André.

"Well, just to let you know, I almost got ahemed by two guys at a casino, so you guys should be worrying about my safety more than money!"

"That was kind of your own fault," I responded complacently. "Why in the world would you go into club whose name is Chips and Dicks?"

"I didn't see it."

"Exactly."

Trina bit her lip, trying to think of some amazing comeback, but after a few minutes, she gave a resigned sigh and shot me a venomous look. She didn't look at me again as she roamed around the room, piling her things into her luggage.

André had to leave the room because he laughed so hard at the way I got Trina to do as I said. I smiled too, but said nothing else as Trina packed up.

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We took a taxicab to the airport. André was becoming extremely frantic, not being to get ahold of our chaperones and friends. But getting Trina to the airport before she could disappear and spend another three thousand dollars was pretty important (at least to me), and I promised him that as soon as she was on her flight we would head to the studio.

For all we knew they could just be eating out for lunch.

We arrived at the airport in no time at all, there being little traffic. I had called Dad up on the way here, and he was going to be on the other side, waiting just for his eldest daughter so he could give her a proper lecture for 'running away' from home and blowing off thousands of dollars on clothes and hotel rooms.

"André! Have you gotten any texts or calls from anyone?" I asked. I knew he probably couldn't think about anything else for the moment, so I might as well just go with it.

We waited at Trina's gate number with her, mostly because if we left her there by herself I guarantee that she would go off and find somewhere to spend more money or get lured into another casino by some guys.

"No," André responded dejectedly. "That plane better come soon. I think something bad might've happened to them." Oddly, it looked like he was about to cry. Geez, this trip was affecting us in ways I would've never guessed.

Twenty agonizing minutes later, Trina's plane back to Hollywood arrived earlier than expected. We waited for everyone onboard to get off and the crew to get cleaned up for the next trip.

"Dad's going to be waiting for you in the airport," I told Trina as she handed the woman her ticket to get on.

Trina frowned at me.

"I'll get you for this, Tori," she muttered before leaving down the ramp towards the airplane.

I turned to André. "Let's go."

We headed to the filming studio, getting stuck in heavy traffic unfortunately. I tried calling Sikowitz, Cat, Beck and Robbie (André called Jade), but none of them picked up. It seemed like all of their phones were off, which Sikowitz had told us was unacceptable to do at any time.

However, when the taxi pulled up to the studio, I immediately realized why no one was answering their phones.

At least half of dozen police cars and two ambulances were surrounding the front entrance. Cars that tried to drive around were going very slowly, so that would explain the huge traffic jam. I looked out the window, trying to find my friends.

"Just pull over here," André told the driver, pointing to the curb at least three hundred feet away from the building. The cab moved to the side and we quickly paid the driver and hopped out, running towards the studio.

I saw Beck and Cat standing next to each other in front of a police car, holding on to each other. Mr. Highes talked to a police officer, waving his hands around and continuously pointing to his building.

"Oh my gosh, what happened?" I ran over to Beck and Cat, André fast on my heels.

Beck had a few small scratches on his face, and his arms wrapped around Cat, who buried her face in his chest. Beck saw us first, and the expression on his face lightened up a little bit.

"Tori! André!" Beck said, looking up and seeing us running towards him. "Cat, look!"

The little redhead looked up, and to my horror, her face stained with makeup and tears, and was red enough to match her dyed hair. André paused in his steps, the sight being too much for him. For a moment, we both just stood there, unsure of what to say or do.

"Hi," Cat said in a small voice.

"What's up, Lil' Red?" André greeted slowly, approaching them like they were poisonous snakes. Being ahead of him, I grabbed his hand and pulled him by my side.

"Some bad people came," Cat whispered. "They attacked us when we were still in the main studio. One of the men had a gun, and we got split up. We met a lot of people with black and more guns. And we caught up with Sikowitz, and this huge lady knocked him out.

"And we don't know where Robbie and Jade went." She sniffled loudly, and my heart started hurting even more than before.

"What?" André asked.

Cat pointed sadly to one of the ambulances.

They knocked out my favorite teacher at Hollywood Arts? What was Cat talking about?

"They guns were filled with, uh, tranquilizer darts," Beck put in.

"Oh." I was relived to here that Sikowitz hadn't actually gotten shot. "So where are Robbie and Jade, then?" André asked.

"The officers are looking for them now," Beck said sadly. "It's been such a long time since we were first trapped in there, I'm getting really worried."

I knew that Beck was worried for his girlfriend. I could see it in his eyes.

"So wait, you and Cat got stuck together, and you think Robbie and Jade are together?" André asked, looking slightly confused.

"Yeah."

"Well that's interesting."

I looked up at the building. The windows on the first floor were all blacked out (I'm going to guess that these bad people did that to them) except for one, although it was slightly painted over. Looking closely, I saw a familiar, mop-haired figure walking by, appearing to be dragging something heavy behind them…

"Hey look! It's Robbie!" I shouted, furiously pointing at the window.

Everybody's head snapped in my direction. The Robbie-figure kept walking, completely oblivious to what happened outside.

The closest officer launched himself stupidly towards the window at full speed.

There was a shattering smash as his body collided with the window and he fell straight through, revealing Robbie with a sweater tied around his waist, the other end tied to Jade.

"Jade!" Beck screamed. He took his arms away from Cat, who looked extremely disappointed until André took his spot, holding her tightly once again. Beck rushed over and hopped through the now broken window and knelt down onto the ground. Robbie was frozen as the officer began talking to him, and none of us were moving.

"What happened? Why isn't she waking up?" Beck's voice was very loud in the silence, and you could easily hear the desperation in his voice.

Finally I went over to Beck, while André and Cat stayed behind. I climbed over the windowsill carefully and saw Jade on the ground, looking deeply unconscious with two feathery darts sticking out of her neck. There was also a red handprint across her face, like someone slapped her.

"Excuse me." A paramedic came over, dragging a gurney behind her. She untied Jade from Robbie's jacket and with surprising strength picked her up and placed her on the cart before wheeling her towards the ambulance, Beck following them both like a lost puppy.

"What did you do to Jade?" I asked the ventriloquist.

Robbie dusted off his shirt. He didn't respond but took off his glasses and started wiping those too. I watched him, waiting for an answer.

Suddenly, I heard Cat's voice.

"Robbie!"

There was a blur of red by me, and suddenly she was in Robbie's arms, despite the gloomy mood she had earlier.

"Cat! Are you okay?" Robbie hugged her tightly.

"Yes," Cat replied, stepping back. "Wait…what did you do to Jade?" She gestured to the jacket tied around his waist and the other end where Jade had been previously dangling in the air.

"Oh, she got knocked out by this big, scary lady, so I've been dragging her around, uh, because, in case I needed to fight anyone else off my hands were free," Robbie said, a little hesitantly.

So he ignored me asking but answers to Cat? Interesting.

"Then what happened to her face?" I said quickly and loudly.

Robbie turned to me, a surprised expression on his face like he didn't even know I was there. "Oh, I tried to wake her up by slapping her, but it didn't work."

He slapped her? I coughed to hide a laugh. This was serious after all, and it would be extremely immature of me to start laughing when they both could've been killed.

Mr. Highes came over to us, looking concerned.

"That's everyone, right?" he asked.

Robbie nodded quickly. "Unless some of your crew members are in there…"

"No, they're all out."

I did a double take around us. "Where are they then?" I challenged before Robbie could say anything. I didn't see any of the cameramen, makeup artists or other crewmembers. Unless they were the ones who were hunting down my friends…?

"They're here, rest assured," Mr. Highes said calmly, his expression unchanging. "I've sent them all home. They all made quick escapes, so I don't want to cause them the hassle of hanging around and getting in the way of things."

Liar.

"Okay, so what do we do now?" André asked.

"We'll wait for the rest of the officers to find the culprits and then we can leave." We turned and saw an officer approaching us. "But in the meantime, I would like to talk to Mr. Robbie Shapiro, if you don't mind. The rest of you can proceed to the hospital with the ambulances. You can let us do the work."

I looked around at my friends. Cat cuddled up with Robbie, who whispered quietly to a different officer. André had a completely straight face. Beck, Jade, and Sikowitz were nowhere to be seen.

"Well geez, I'm just glad you guys are okay." I admitted quietly as we walked towards street. We would get another taxi to bring us to the hospital.

"For the most part," André muttered darkly.

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Beck's POV

"Sorry, son, you can't come in here," the female paramedic told me as they wheeled Jade inside the back of the ambulance.

"I'm her boyfriend. I can come in if I want to," I said, a little bit too harshly. I didn't mean to be rude, but I was just desperate to see my girl again. Sure it had only been a couple hours, but it had felt like years to me.

The other paramedic, a short male with a nametag that said 'Aaron' on it reached over and gently pulled the darts out of Jade's neck while the other inserted and IV into her left arm.

"She looks fine," he said, placing the darts into a plastic tray on the side. "Just knocked out."

I breathed a silent sigh of relief, reaching over and holding her pale, cold hand, kneeling down in the squashed area of the back. Her breathing was very even, and the paramedics continued to bustle about, hooking her up to more machines that made annoying beepy noises.

"Okay, so we have Mr. Sikowitz in the other van, all nice and patched up, correct?" Aaron asked the female.

"Yessir."

I listened to their talk for a while, closing my eyes, knowing that my girlfriend was safe.

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Mr. Highes's POV

It only took another half hour and the police had finally captured the rest of the attackers inside my studio. Those kids didn't trust me, I know. But why not? Sure I was a little wacky, and sure I was the first one to get out, but if I hadn't gotten out, then no one else would've.

After all, I was the one who called the police.

As the cops were leaving, with the bad guys in the backs of their car, I walked to the other side of the building, whipping my phone out. I dialed one of the anchors that were on their trip in Idaho. I had been trying to call them earlier, but had been interrupted when the criminals broke in.

"Hey, Sophia, this is Mr. Highes," I said as someone picked up.

"Oh, hello, sir. You called me earlier?"

"Yeah, that's right. Just a few complications, but that's all right now. How's your guys' convention going on? I really hate to be bothering you."

"It's going very well. Everyone's the same, and Petey got a new haircut." She laughed.

Petey Mackin was her co-anchor, a very fun, lovable dude who had an insanely awesome haircut. It spiked in the back and flat on the front, and unbelievably, was that way naturally. He claimed that when he was little he experimenting with types of hair gel, and found one that never came out. I didn't believe him, but seeing that every single day I saw him it never changed, he might've been telling the truth.

"Oh. Does his haircut look nice?" I asked.

"Haha, I was kidding. Nope, it looks the same as always."

I rolled my eyes. Sophia always liked kidding around with the rest of the crew and me. "And are you having fun?"

"Well, yes, for the most part. It's been snowing pretty heavily over here, unfortunately, but it does make reporting the weather all the more fun." I could picture her grinning widely.

"I hate to break it to you guys, but you'll need to come back to Vegas as soon as you can," I said suddenly. "The 777 kids are having a lot of trouble right now. We just got ambushed in our studio."

"What?" Sophia sounded genuinely shocked. "Was that the 'complication?'"

"Yeah. They're all fine, just a little bit shaken. I don't think they trust me. I think they think I had set that up or something."

"Oh. Why, what did you do to them this time?" she joked again, although I didn't see much humor in the situation.

"That doesn't matter right now," I said. "And I didn't do anything to them. You need to round up everyone and head back here immediately. I'll pay for you plane tickets and whatever else you need. Just get here as soon as possible."

"Roger that, sir," she responded. "Anything else you need?"

"No. That is my only concern at the moment." I started getting an agitated feeling in my gut. I rolled my head back and forth, trying to concentrate.

"All right, Mr. Highes. We'll be on our way ASAP, but rumor has it that there is going to be a big snowstorm later, so our flight might be delayed…"

"Then I'll send you my private jet." My teeth clenched together, trying to control the tone of my voice. It wasn't working. I balled up my other hand and stuck my fist into my pocket, my fingers pulling at the threads inside.

Sophia's voice leaped. "Will do, sir." There was a pause. "Mr. Highes, I hope you're doing okay. You sound pretty tense right now—"

"Yes, everything is fine," I snapped, rolling my eyes, my fingers twitching erratically.

"Okay, sorry, sir. I know that's a touchy subject."

I couldn't control myself anymore. "You better darn well be here within twenty-four hours," I screeched into the tiny phone.

"Yessir." Sophia was used to my odd behavior, but unfortunately, it made some people think otherwise.

"Bye." I hung up without waiting for a response, storing my phone back into my empty pocket.

I rubbed my temples feverishly, trying to calm down. It was easier to get ahold of myself than when I was a kid. I reached back into my pocket and pulled out an orange prescription tube of white pills. I popped one into my mouth and went back to the front of the building, shaking the whole way.

Ooo...what's up with Mr. Highes, huh? Hmm...

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