Chapter One

"Cuddy!" Wilson yelled. Cuddy looked up from her papers to find Wilson frantically waving his arms in her office window. She looked down at her papers to try and ignore him. It obviously didn't work because Wilson continued acting like a maniac. She sighed and motioned for him to come in.

"What do you want?" she asked him as he shut the door. Cuddy got up from her seat to give her full attention to him.

"House is missing," he informed her. Cuddy didn't say anything. She just shuffled the papers on her desk and pretended to not be concerned.

"Did you hear me?" Wilson asked.

"I heard you," she replied, still stacking and moving papers.

Wilson gave her his confused look. "You mean you're not the least bit concerned?"

"Nope," she lied, "This is typical of him."

"He took a ton of vicodin before he disappeared," Wilson added.

"Still typical."

"He's drunk."

"And yet I'm still not shocked."

Neither of them said anything for a few moments. Wilson was still trying to process Cuddy's reaction to all of this, which was very unconcerned for caring Cuddy. Cuddy was trying to keep up her act of not caring, hoping Wilson wouldn't notice her underlying emotions.

Wilson said, "House is going to commit suicide."

That got Cuddy to look up. "No he's not; he doesn't do that kind of stuff."

"You are still talking about the vicodin-addict, right?"

Cuddy sat in her cushioned chair once again, thinking about what she just said. There was many times House tried to kill himself in the past, but he always failed. What if he was successful this time? Was he even really going to go through with it? He couldn't. He wouldn't. Or maybe he would.

"Wilson, how do you know this?" Cuddy asked, looking down at her desk with shock.

"He called me just a few minutes after he walked out of my office stoned. He's really upset."

Cuddy was frozen. House couldn't be serious. Wilson couldn't be serious. This had to be some plot for her to feel guilty and run back to House. But if it wasn't, she'd spend the rest of her life guilty.

"Are you lying?" she questioned.

"Would I lie about something so serious about House of all people?" Wilson shot back.

She considered his words, knowing that he was absolutely right, he wouldn't lie. House was already unpredictable as he was, Wilson didn't need to make up something dramatic. This was serious and real.

"Where's he going?"

"I don't know exactly, but I have an idea," answered Wilson.

Cuddy got up from her chair once again. "Alright, let's go make a House call."