Missing

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A/N: So here's Holly's interrogation. Also the debut of another job partner of Tori's. The man is not an OC, but he is not from Victorious. You may learn who he is though. I had to think of someone mexican that would be around the same age as Tori, and went for an old show that I've written fanfiction for-despite not liking the show.

Chapter 13 (Dynamic Moods)

Tori was seated before a large whiteboard with the images of her suspects on it. Motives and evidence were listed beneath each. Her legs were crossed and she was gently tapping her chin with her pen.

Holly was still in the questioning room, being questioned by one of the officers on the team. A man she knew well by the name of Rick Suave, he gave the tough questions and would hopefully get something out of Holly where the woman would act differently if Tori were the one questioning her.

"What motive would you have?" Tori's eyes drifted to Robbie's image and narrowed as she read the quotation from the child. "Why would you take my sister, and where did you disappear to?" She turned her head to the monitor connected to the camera in the questioning room. Holly seemed to be much different without her there.

The woman was leaning back in her chair, her forearms were crossed and her hands were wrapped around her upper arms. Holly's lip was curled into her left cheek and her shoulders were arched high. Unlike Gary, she wasn't avoiding eye contact, but there was a coldness in her gaze that sent chills down Tori's body.

Across from her was Rick. He wasn't much older than Tori and had thick black hair. His jaw was strong and his eyes were sharper than any sword. "Tell me more about Monica," Rick requested. Tori's head reclined and she bit down on the tip of her pin while watching her mother lean towards the right. "Trina Vega's birth mother, I believe? You did not like her much."

"What was there to like?" Holly rolled her eyes and let her shoulders drop. "She was Trina's mother, of course. I hardly see what she has to do with this case, or even with me." She leaned forward a bit and set her fingertips to her chest. "I've not seen her since she gave up her child."

Tori's lip stretched into a smirk and she felt a rush of pride inside. She knew the woman was lying, they found evidence to suggest otherwise. Rick pointed his finger down to the folder beside him and he furrowed his brow at the woman.

"We have witness testimony that says Trina was afraid of you, and that your most recent argument was over this mother of hers. Tell us about that."

"It was an argument." Holly swept a portion of her hair over her left shoulder and closed her eyes. "She wanted to find her birth mother, she wanted to bring that woman into our lives, and I didn't want any part of that." Holly's thin lips pressed hard against each other and her eyebrows dipped in the middle.

"You felt threatened."

"Yes I thought if that woman got involved in our lives, David would leave me for her and he would take Trina with him." Her hand fell to the table and her body leaned forward. "But that doesn't mean kidnapped my daughter. You're wasting your time on an innocent old woman."

Tori stifled a growl of annoyance and shifted her gaze over to Rick. The man pulled a sheet of paper from the folder and read a quote from the files that Carolyn handed over from her first meeting with Trina.

"She found out I was at the hospital. She was following me today." Holly curled her fingers beneath her chin and tapped her cheek with her forefinger. "She blamed me for getting pregnant and told me she'd sooner kill my baby than to let it be born." Tori uncrossed her legs and folded her arms over the table, narrowing her eyes at the woman.

She felt a strain of hatred and anger rising up in her, but she still wanted to think that this woman had nothing to do with the kidnapping. The question on her mind was how much longer this denial could be silenced. As much as she despised the woman for her arrogance and the hatred she had towards her daughters, in her heart she wanted to believe in her mother's innocence despite her brain's insistence on the woman's guilt.

Holly waved her hand through the air and scoffed. "I might have said something along those lines, but that certainly doesn't mean I had anything to do with my child's disappearance." She put her hands up to her chest and raised her eyebrows. "I loved my children. I could never bring myself to hurt them."

"If that is the case, then why was David's oldest so terrified of you?" Holly's shoulders and arms fell and a heavy sigh escaped her.

"We're discussing my innocence in my daughter's kidnapping, not my maternal conduct. Yes I've done many things as my kids were growing up that I'm not proud of, but I'm still a mother and I could never hurt them."

Tori sneered at the screen and folded her arms across her chest. "You don't even deserve to call yourself Trina's mother." The words fell from her mouth with a great deal of animosity. She wanted to enter the room and see how quickly her mother's mood could change, but she wasn't sure if it was a good idea.

"Regardless officer, I came here because my daughter wanted to ask me questions. Where is she? I won't say anymore until she's in here." Tori pressed her lips together, then separated them with a violent huff. She grabbed the top of the chair and rose up, pushing the swivel chair away.

"You want me?" Tori cracked her neck and swiped a folder off her desk. At this point, Rick was the good cop. Holly expected to be questioned by her daughter, but what she was going to get was just another police officer trying to solve a case. "Be careful what you ask for."

She burst into the questioning room and Holly's head shot up to the door. Rick was now hunched over the table with his hands folded at his chin. Tori dropped the folder onto the table, it opened upon landing and revealed the photo of the new crime scene where Trina was taken.

Holly looked to the picture, but her posture and facial expression remained the same. "What is this?"

"This is where she was taken." Tori struck the photo with her finger and her voice started to rise. "So drop the act, and tell us what we want to know. Why did you lie to investigators about seeing Trina leave the premises?"

After several seconds of silence, Holly's body began to tremble and her voice shook. "I thought she came home. Tori, sweetie, I couldn't have done anything to your sister."

"We know you weren't the one that took her, and we are not accusing you of being the one to physically grab her. What we want to know-" She removed a photo of Robbie and set it in front of Holly. "Is if there is any connection between you, and Robert Shapiro."

"He was your friend, he was Trina's friend. What could-"

"He is the one that grabbed her." Holly clutched her chest and choked up a sob. Tori looked up to the ceiling with a scoff and swept her hands through her hair. She could feel the storm of adrenaline inside of her and was trying her best to keep calm. "Shapiro is a coward, the only way he would have acted is if he'd been coerced. We have witness statements describing his actions as nervous, and he has been missing as well for the last nine years."

"W-What are you thinking?"

"Here's my theory." She narrowed her eyes and walked around her mother, sliding her hand along the top of the seat. "Tell me how close I am." She watched her mother's act with a feeling of disbelief, knowing full well that the woman wanted to act like the caring mother once she entered. "You hated the victim, so when you found out she wanted to bring Monica back into hers and her father's life when you were going through a divorce, you were threatened. Terrified."

Her hand fell onto Holly's shoulder and she leaned down behind her, keeping her head beside the woman's. "So you had her kidnapped, but to avoid suspicion, you forced the weakest person you knew to take her. I suspect Mr. Shapiro may very well be dead now, perhaps because he knew too much and grew useless once he brought her to you."

"I didn't have anything to do with Trina's disappearance!" Holly whimpered and shook her head violently. "I know that we've had our disagreements but I loved her, I loved her like she was my own. You of all people should know that, sweetheart! I'm your mommy, I love you baby."

"Yes you are my mother, but you were never Trina's, and you could never stomach that. You felt your husband did not love you, and you were terrified that if she found her birth mother, he would fall in love with the woman all over again."

"I was going through a divorce!"

"That he filed for!"

Holly's hand moved over her eyes and she began to weep. Tori wrapped her fingers over the top of the chair and tapped it gently. Her left hand fell onto her hip and she met Rick's quizzical gaze.

"Why are you yelling at me, Tori? Why are you yelling at your mother? I've always loved you, and you yell at me after everything I've done for you? I gave birth to you."

"Yes, because giving birth to someone is always cause for loyalty." She rolled her eyes and removed her hand from the chair. "I am a cop right now, and you are suspected of being involved in a girl's abduction. So if you want to clear your name, right now would be a good time to drop the act and cooperate with us."

Rick dropped his hands and tapped the table, drawing Holly's attention. He looked into her eyes and reclined slowly. "You know, Mrs. Malone, I come from town in Mexico known for its violence and drug running, it is also known for having one of the worst prisons in the country. The prisoners there are sometimes not fed for days, there is no light…" He pointed to his eyes. "Many go blind from the constant exposure to darkness."

Tori pursed her lips and tilted her head to the right. Rick always told her that his mother was from Puerto Rico, not Mexico. "I thought you from Puerto Rico?"

"My mother is from there, my father is Mexican."

"Oh."

Holly wiped her eyes with trembling hands. "What does that have to do with this?"

"You should be thankful that in America, prisoners are given a life of luxury. In this country, you are allowed to play softball in the prison yards, you are given work and three meals a day. You are given the ability to watch television, to work out in prison rec centers and given opportunity to socialize with other inmates."

"So? It's nice to know that all my tax money goes to giving prisoners a life that prisoners in other countries cannot be given." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but confusion as well. "Where are you going with this."

"Simply saying that you should be fortunate, because at the rate you are going, you will soon be one of those inmates. If you start cooperating and give us something that would give evidence that you are in no way involved in the abduction of Trina Vega, you could avoid prison."

"If you think I'm guilty of something, then charge me." Holly stood up and swept her long brown hair over her shoulder with a dramatic flair. "I'm a mother, if you think I would have anything to do with this when you know perfectly well that the boy right there is the one that grabbed my daughter-" Tori inhaled as Holly pointed to the picture and growled at the two of them. "Then you're wasting your time on an innocent mother who loved her children. Now I think we're done here, and I have nothing more to say. Goodbye."

They watched as the woman stormed off. Since she wasn't being charged with anything, they could do nothing to stop her. When a witness, or even a suspect was done, they were done.

"What are your thoughts?" Rick asked. "It seems we've gotten nowhere on this case."

"I think she's a liar."

"I believe she is…Pensé Jade fue el duro policía." Tori smirked and folded her arms.

"I can be just as harsh, if not worse, when I need to be." She took a seat and looked over to the door. She needed to find a connection linking Holly to Robbie, or at least find evidence to prove Holly had nothing to do with the crime. Being somebody's mother was never evidence to support innocence, especially in a case where the victim's relationship isn't truly biological.

"So Rick, you were saying…this prison?" From what she knew of, his brother ran the prison in Mexico.

"My brother is friendly with the Chief of Los Angeles. There are some special occasions which the Chief will send a prisoner to my brother's prison."

It sounded shady to her, but she was intrigued. Just the thought of the prison in Mexico made her skin crawl. Yet some prisoners deserved such harsh conditions. "How is that transaction even allowed?"

"I don't know. Your family is from Spain, correct?" She nodded and crossed her legs. Her father's family came over from Spain when he was just three years old, so she always had to correct people when they asked if she was Mexican. Though someone that was from Mexico, Spain, or even Puerto Rico could usually tell.

There are differences to the dialect and culture of each country, and it was always important not to get them mixed up.

"In Spain, the politics are different, all the way down to their treatment of prisoners. The prisons there tend to be more lenient towards inmates, though not as lenient as American prisons. In Mexico, politics do not care about inmates. The laws down there are much different, and if the legal system there wishes to put somebody in prison-they will find something. No one will bat an eye anymore if an American inmate is found guilty of a crime in Mexico, and therefore extradited."

He was putting an idea into her head, likely for a reason, and she liked it. "It doesn't sound right, but it's definitely something to think about. I could never do that." Though lately, she was beginning to feel that if she were angry enough, she could cause a great deal of pain to somebody. "I guess we really don't know what we're capable of doing until we're put in a particular situation, though..."

"Muy Cierto, mi Corazón."

Her anger receded and a smile grew on her face as a gentle warmth overtook her. "Not on the job, Rico." He slid his hand through his short black hair and chuckled at her. She opened her eyes and leaned her head slightly to rest on her closed hand. "Shift's over, but I need to go over the case some more."

"There's a coffee shop down the way. Let's take five minutes?"

"Certainly. Dad could be right, I need to relax, so coffee couldn't hurt." She rubbed her shoulder and groaned as a painful sensation shot down her back. "And a massage would certainly help."

"I would be most happy to oblige." She smirked playfully and stood up. "Five minutes, you say?"

"Maybe a little longer, I feel like I need a deeper massage than that."

"Deep and longer." He stood up and smirked back at her. "I can do that."

So Holly seemed avoidant. Also a little surprise there at the end for you. See, I've not revealed everything about the characters yet. If you don't know who the man is, by the way, it will become obvious in a later chapter. Of course they're going to be talking about singing and singers in a later chapter-just a little hint for my dear readers