AN: I AM SO, SO, SO SORRY THIS IS LATE! THERE WAS SOME FAMILY DRAMA GOING ON AT MY HOUSE, AND I APOLOGIZE!

This chapter is gonna be a little different. I'm not going to do the 'previously on Bionic Stolen-' thing on this chapter because it's not relevant to the scenes in this one.

If you were not aware yet, Bree, Adam and Leo refer to Davenport and Tasha as mom and dad.

I made an actual cover for this story, so I hope you guys like it! Also, thanks to everyone for giving me 972 views and 73 votes! That means the world to me! Almost 1k views! WHOOHOO!

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to @MrsChaseDavenport for her idea. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lab Rats Characters or the parts of the plot that are from the book Girl Stolen by April Henry.

Enjoy!

Tasha's P.O.V.

I am a horrible mother. How could I leave my only daughter in the unlocked car, alone, with no defense?

It's been a whole day, and I still can't believe that my daughter has been kidnapped.

-Flashback-

"Bree! BREE! WHERE ARE YOU!" I called when I exited the grocery store. Donald's car wasn't in the lot, and Bree is nowhere to be seen.

She's probably just out taking the car for a spin.

I took my phone out of my purse and called Adam, my oldest son. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Adam! It's mom. Can you come pick me up from the Walmart that's across from the Mission Creek park?"

I would've given him the actual address, but knowing Adam, he'd do better looking for a place than a street name.

"Alright, I will be there in about five minutes."

"Thanks Adam. Bye." I hung up and wandered over to a bench to wait for Adam. Thankfully, the storm passed while I was shopping. Although, that probably wouldn't matter considering I am sitting on a soaking wet bench. Great.

A few minutes later, Adam pulled his car up to the curb and waited. On my way around the car, I dropped the groceries off in the trunk so it wouldn't be crowded in the front.

The whole ride home was silent. We didn't have much to say to each other. Adam spends all of his time with Donald, training. The only time I see him is during meals and when he comes home from school with Bree and Leo. My two sons are the most distant from me in the family. I guess I just don't have a strong bond with them. Literally all they do is eat, sleep, train, go to school and go on missions. Bree and I have lots of quality time together since she doesn't train or go on missions, and I see Donald whenever he isn't in the lab.

When we pulled up to the drive way of our mansion, (I married well) I hurried to get the groceries out of the car and inside so they wouldn't spoil. When I opened the front door, I expected Bree to be sitting on the couch reading a magazine or watching TV. She wasn't anywhere in the main room. I started to panic.

"Donald!" I called throughout the mansion.

"Yes, Tasha?" Donald asked me. He came down the hallway that led to the elevator doors. It looked like he was engrossed in the gadget he was delicately holding between his palms.

"Have you seen Bree? She left Walmart with the car, and I assumed she came home, but she's not here," I started to panic, but my husband calmed me down.

"Hey, settle down," he started as he set the tech-thingy on the kitchen counter. "She's probably out shopping, or maybe she's with a new friend. Relax. She'll probably be home by dinner," he assured me.

"Yeah, your right. I'm overreacting. I'll go get dinner started," I said and started to stock away all the groceries I bought.

-end flashback-

I shouldn't have been so easily convinced. The whole time, there was that mother instinct inside my brain that kept screaming at me, "SOMETHING'S WRONG!" but I didn't listen to it.

Maybe I should try calling her again...

I dug my phone out of my purse and pressed Bree's number for the tenth time today. I patiently waited for her to answer, but the dial tone kept ringing.

"Hey, this is Bree. I can't come to the phone now, so leave a message, and I'll call ya later!"

-BEEP-

"Bree? It's mom again. Where are you? We are all really worried about you. Please call me back so I know you're okay. Love you. Bye."

Where could she be?

Douglas's P.O.V.

I was sitting in my office, thinking about the girl. Chase has got to learn to be more responsible with his crimes! I gave up a lot for him to have that chip! He's just letting it all go to waste by acting like an idiot who never thinks anything through.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a buzzing noise. Whatever is making that noise has been going at it all morning. It sounded like something vibrating.

I walked over to the sound to see a bedazzled Ephone next to my whip.

Oh yeah! I found the girl's phone in Chase's pocket after he passed out last night.

I grasped it, and gazed at the screen.

'Mom'

"Aww, Tasha's worried about her precious princess!" I said to myself.

I set the phone down in disgust and strutted back to my desk. Then I got back to thinking.

Maybe I can use this girl to my advantage.

If I get a prepaid phone, I can call Donnie and demand a ransom for his little brat. That would be a good way to get some easy money...or maybe to snag a few more of his inventions.

It's settled. Tonight, I will call my big brother.

Donald's P.O.V.

We're all really worried about Bree. I think Tasha is the most upset. It's probably the guilt that's getting her. She's been calling Bree's cell phone, desperately trying to get her to answer. She never picked up once, and it's making Tasha a nervous wreck.

When Bree never showed up for dinner last night, I instantly knew it wasn't just 'being late.' Tasha knew too because she wouldn't stop ranting about 'my precious little girl,' and 'Donald why aren't you calling the police?' I had a simple answer.

"If the authorities get involved, they could discover the kid's bionics. It's too risky," I had told her last night.

Adam and Leo stayed up all night trying to calm Tasha down, but considering they were pacing the whole time, I'm going to assume they needed more assurance than her. I, however, stayed up to track anything that might give away Bree's location. The car, her phone, her chip, anything to give me the slightest clue as to where she disappeared to. I got nothing. Zilch. Zero. Zip. Nothing!

Ugh, god this is so frustrating not knowing the answer like I always do! I am a genius! How do I not know the answer! I know everything! Wait...

Even though Bree isn't trained, her chip should still show up on my bionic chip locator. She must be someplace where her signal is blocked.

But that's not possible! The only thing that blocks a bionic signal are energy fused, laser beams that are specifically designed to block the signal. There's nobody in the world who would be able to have or make the beams except... Oh no.

Douglas.

AN: How was it? Good? Bad? Should I give up writing and become a singer? FYI: that's a really bad alternative considering my singing voice is like cats being dragged down a blackboard. (Haha, Davenport quote!)

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