This is the sequel to Mandy's Unknown Illness.
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House walked out of the hospital, he was tired and needed a good nights sleep. He couldn't believe all of the things that had transpired that day...more than anyone could handle.
The night had grown cold and an eerie silence hung over the parking garage. He had the mysterious suspicion that someone was watching him and he looked behind him thinking that it was Wilson or Cuddy, but seeing no one he began to walk at a faster speed.
He heard a car door slam and jumped and then realizing what he had done began to laugh. He saw his car at the very end of the isle and saw something white on his wind shield. He couldn't place what it was so he continued to stare at it until he finally reached his car.
He sighed it was an envelope probably from Cuddy telling him if he needed to talk she would be there. He slid it our from under the wind shield wiper and opened it smiling.
In big red letters it said,
I am watching you, I know what you did. And you will pay. Look behind you.
House turned around and saw someone sitting in his car a mask on his face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. This had to be some king of sick joke.
A bullet rang through the air and landed in Houses right front tire. House dropped the letter and limped as fast as he could to the hospital once again. Watching the person in the car start their engine and pull away, it was funny he hadn't even seen them move.
"That was just a warning." He heard a muffled voice call.
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The master mind had succeeded in their first step in revenge. They looked around, "It has only just begun." they whispered to themselves.
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House walked into the hospital looking for Cuddy, he had to tell her she had a maniac in her hospital parking garage.
"Hey, House? How are you?" Wilson yelled at him trying to catch him before he got too far away to hear him.
House kept walking he had to tell Cuddy, he would just ignore Wilson for now.
Wilson realized what was happening and knowing he could out run House any day he ran to catch up. "What is your problem, ignoring your best friend now?" Wilson asked stepping in front of him to block the path.
"Wilson now is not the time go away." House told him.
"Wow, is someone on edge or am I just imagining it?" Wilson asked.
"Listen you…you would be to if you just almost had your brains blown out." House answered finally succeeding in walking around Wilson.
"You what?" Wilson asked not knowing if he had heard correctly.
"You heard me and if you didn't there is a really good ear doctor upstairs, you should go see him." House told him.
"Did you tell security?" Wilson asked.
"No, I'm looking for Cuddy." House answered.
"What in the h is Cuddy going to be able to do about it." Wilson asked.
"I don't know, but it is her hospital." House answered pushing the button on the elevator.
House stepped into the elevator,thinking that Wilson probably would not follow, but to Houses' dissapointment Wilson walked into the elevator right behind him.
House rolled his eyes. "You thinkthat people would know when to back off." He told him.
"Yeah, and you would think thatpeople would know when they needed help too," Wilson snapped back.
The elevator finally reached theirdestination and the doors opened. House stepped out and Wilson followed.
House searched the floor for Cuddyand finally found her ten minutes later talking to another doctor and laughing."Cuddy, I need to talk to you," House whispered toher.
"House claims he almost got shot,"Wilson blurtted out.
The other doctor looked over inshock with her mouth wide open.
"Thanks for keeping it suddelWilson," House shot him a dirty look.
"Are you serious...Are you okay?" Cuddy asked looking him up and down.
"No, I'm dead of course I'm fine." House told her.
"Where did this happen?" she asked him.
"In the parking garage, they shot my front tire out." House complained.
"At least it wasn't your head." Wilson told him.
"Well, lets go get security and have them take a look." she told them walking to her office.
"Told you, you should have gone to security." Wilson laughed.
"What you find funny about this whole thing will remain unknown to me." House informed him.
"Sorry, I just thought it was...never mind. The one time I'm right no one even cares." Wilson sighed.
"No, I'll have time to care just not at this precise time. Sorry but I've kind of lost my nerves." House assured him.
Cuddy walked back up to them, "Security is on their way down to check it out." she informed them walking back to the elevator.
"I'm not going out there...At least not with him. You see if I'm not around him they won't want to kill me..."Wilson began but stopped at the look that was given to him from Cuddy.
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House watched the front door waiting for the security guard to come in. Cuddy stood stomping her foot and Wilson kept looking from Cuddy to House.
The silence hung in the air weighing heavily on Houses' thoughts, he didn't know how much more he could handle and just when he thought he was going to explode the security guard walked in a smug look on his face.
"Nothing is out there." the security guard informed them.
"But, I dropped a letter, did you find a letter?" House asked.
"What letter? What did it say?" Cuddy asked.
"It doesn't matter. Did you find it or not?" House asked once again.
"No sir, there is nothing out there." the security guard said once again beginning to get annoyed.
"That can't be true..." House told him limping out to the parking garage; he had to see for himself that there was really nothing there. He heard footsteps behind him but continued to walk not wanting to stop wanting to show them he was not making it up.
He saw his car in the distance and walked even faster wanting desperately to be there. It just wouldn't make since if nothing was there, it had happened he knew it had.
He finally reached his car and bent down looking at his tire which held no sign of a bullet then he looked down at the ground looking for the white envelope. Seeing none he turned to look at the security guard. "What did you do? Who are you trying to protect?"
Cuddy watched the security guard take a step back and look at House in horror, "House, you have been under a lot of stress lately, maybe you did imagine it. Go home get a good nights sleep and if you're up to it come into work tomorrow. If your not then don't come stay home relax, don't come back till you are ready."
House looked at her furiously not even she believed him, he looked at Wilson who's face was also filled with doubt. He couldn't believe it not even his own best friend believed him. If he didn't who would?
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Foreman walked into Cameron's room and he saw that she was asleep. He checked her vitals and saw that they were good and wondered when Dr. Gilson was going to extabate her. Looking around the room he noticed that there were no get well cards or balloons, he would have to bring her something later. To brighten the place up a little bit. He walked out of the room to go back to Houses' office to gather up his things and leave for home. It had been a long day and he was tired.
He saw someone leaning against the wall about ten feet away from Cameron's room, "What are you doing?" Foreman asked once he realized it was Chase.
"I was going to go and see Cameron." Chase answered. "It's kind of hard to do from out here isn't it?" Foreman asked.
"Well, I..." Chase began but Foreman interrupted.
"You know what...forget it." he said walking away.
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Cuddy and Wilson were walking down the hall back to her office talking about House. "Do you think it was real?" Wilson asked concern evident in his voice.
"Well obviously it wasn't because there was nothing there," Cuddy told him thinking back to what the police officer had said.
"Why would House make something up like that?" Wilson asked.
"I don't know it's House. You know how he is," she answered with a smile on her face.
How could she be smiling at a time like this?
"What if it really did happen?" Wilson asked.
"Where is the evidence?" she asked knowing she would win.
"I don't know but something isn't right and I will get to the bottom of it," Wilson told her turning to the elevators.
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House drove up the music blaring in his ears, trying to keep his mind off of what had happened earlier. He still had the eerie suspicion that someone was following him, watching him, knowing his every move. And it creped him out.
He might not have the biggest personal life, but all the more reason to keep what he did have to himself. He didn't know what he would do if someone really did know what he did in the middle of the night, he shivered he didn't know if he could bare the thought.
His reputation would be ruined. No, he couldn't let anyone he knew find out about it, never. If they did...he would have to leave town and find a new job where he could start fresh. The phone rang and he picked it up, "Hello, yeah I'll drop them off at the airport at midnight. Okay, bye." he hung the phone up looking around to make sure no one suspicious was driving by him, especially looking to make sure no one around him had a gun pointed in his direction.
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Chase looked at Cameron's door, it felt so far away. He could not face her, not after what he had said. How could I be so stupid? Telling her that the kiss meant nothing.He thought back to the conversation that had occurred between them and cringed…
"We need to talk..." Cameron had began saying.
"What about, I don't think there is anything to talk about." Chase had answered.
"Nothing to talk about? What about our feelings for each other." Cameron had suggested.
There had been an awkward silence as Chase processed what she had said, "What feelings are you referring to?" Chase finally had asked.
"That kiss it meant something to you, right?" Cameron had asked.
"No, Cameron it didn't mean anything to me, we got drunk...that's it. We shared one kiss that's all that happened. I didn't propose to you, we didn't have sex, and we didn't agree to be boyfriend and girlfriend, as far as I'm concerned there is nothing to talk about." Chase had answered honestly.
"Oh...I thought...never mind." Cameron had stammered as she walked out.
The thought that he had said that to her made his heart break, he hadn't known how awful those words had probably been to her. He never wanted to see her again, never wanted to look her in the face, never wanted to humiliate himself in front of her again. He looked at the door once more before turning and walking away.
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House piled several boxes into Michael's van. Michael had been a friend of Houses' in med school and one day last week Michael had called asking for a favor. House at first had told him no, but Michael continued to pester him for almost four days. Finally House had agreed to do it, but no one could find out…no one. He jumped into the van looking around to make sure no one was behind him so he could back out and go the ten minutes to the airport and load the boxes into an airplane heading for Iraq. Then he would be done…
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The mastermind picked their cell phone up and called the police… "Yes, a Dr. Greg House is going to be dropping off some boxes off at the airport, they are filled with illegal drugs and weapons. Yes, he is trying to smuggle them to Iraq. How do I know?...He let it slip today. Yes, I would like to remain anonymous if you wouldn't mind. Thank-you, and be sure to tell the police officers I believe he is armed and dangerous," they told them hanging up the phone and looking at Houses' car which was now pulling out of the driveway. They smiled the speaker they had planted in Houses' car had worked to their advantage after all.
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Cameron woke up and looked around her room trying to remember what had happened. She remembered seeing Dr. Gilson and him telling her, her memory loss might be temporary. But she didn't want to wait any longer she was desperate to know who she was, if she was married, if she had kids, or if she had a job. She didn't even know if she was out of high school yet. It was really frustrating for her. She went to groan but no noise escaped her lips, as a tube was still down her throat. She felt like she could just gag, it wasn't the most comfortable thing to have a tube down your throat. Actually, it was one thing she would try to avoid for the rest of her life.
She closed her eyes, hoping some familiar faces would appear and when they didn't opened them once again, wanting more than ever just to remember some of her life experiences so she knew something about herself.
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House opened his car door and walked up to the counter looking at the young blonde hair woman sitting behind it. "I have some boxes that I'm needing to drop off there going on the flight heading toward Iraq," he told her.
The young woman looked at him suspicion clouding here eyes, "What's your name sir?"
"Gregory House." House answered sighing he was hoping no one would know he was here let a lone his name.
"It will be just a moment," the woman told him standing up and walking away. House groaned impatiently to himself the faster he got out of here the better.
He saw the woman heading back up toward him about two minutes later and walked up to her, "Are we all set, can I bring the boxes up?"
"There are some people who would like to see you first, sir," the woman told him pointing behind him. House turned around and saw two security guards standing there and looking at him.
"Sir, we need you to come with us. You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. If you can not afford an attorney one will be provided for you by the court. Do you understand these rights?" the older one asked him.
"Arrested? For what?" House asked thoroughly surprised.
"Illegal drugs, weapons, and trying to smuggle them to Iraq," the other one answered.
"I don't know what you are talking about…Where is the proof?" House asked.
"We'll get it once we get to your car," the older cop said.
"What if you don't find anything?" House asked, knowing there was nothing in his car.
"Then we let you go…" the second policeman informed him.
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The mastermind grabbed two boxes out of his car, he would trade them with the ones in Houses' car and get him arrested for awhile. He deserved it. He grabbed his pick locket kit and set to work trying to unlock the car and do the quick exchange.
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The mastermind looked around making sure they were not being watched and then went to work on the lock hoping to frame House. He put the pick into the lock and twisted it back and forth. Despite his best efforts it would not come unlocked.
Why wasn't coming undone? The mastermind had done this quite a few times and they knew how to do it right way but the lock just wouldn't open.
The mastermind took the pick out of the lock and scratched their head in confussion. They didn't have time for this. The police were going to be out here any minute. They couldn't waste any precious time.
The mastermind pushed the pick back into the lock and twisted it with all there strength. They heard it click and they laughed, but the laugh quickly subsided because the police were coming out of the airport at that very moment.
The mastermind shut the car door and sneaked back over to their car. They started the engine and took off out of the parking lot without being seen. There would be plenty of other times to get House they just knew it.
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The security guards and House, still in handcuffs, approached the car. The cop that was in front of House turned on his flash light and looked in the back seat. There was nothing there.
"Are the weapons in the trunk?" the cop asked staring at House.
"The boxes are in the trunk yes," House answered with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Key please," the cop said poking House in the rib.
House, out of breath and furious, handed over the key. The cop opened the trunk and pulled out one of the boxes.
He pulled out his pocket knife and oped the box. "What the . . ." the cop exclaimed eyeing House curiously.
"They are medical supplies for the people in Iraq," House started, "I'm a doctor and one of my friends is a doctor over there and asked me to help him get medical supplies."
"For some reason I don't belive you, let me see your medical license," the cop ordered him.
"I don't have my medical license with me. You see I left them at home," House informed him.
"I seriously doubt if you have one at all," the cop told him.
"Don't believe me why don't you call my boss, her name is Cuddy she is in my address book in my cell phone. She's probably sleeping right now but hey she won't be spitting any fire at me. You'll be the one she is mad at." House told her.
The cop picked Houses' cell phone off of the seat in the car and pushed a few buttons, "Is this Cuddy?...Yes, I'm very sorry for waking you but I have someone here who claims to be a doctor at your hospital...A Dr. House...oh, he is...yeah we thought never mind...he just had a bunch of medical equipment in his trunk..." the cop explained.
House shook his head the cop should never have said that now the cop had done it everyone would find out….everyone would know...everyone.
The cop nodded to the other security guard to let House go. House put his hands back in front of him and tried to shake the numbness out of his hands. They had had the handcuffs on way...way to tight.
About a minute later the cop walked over to House, "I just need to see your driver's license to make sure you are who you claim to be."
House nodded and pulled his license out of his pocket. He handed them over and took his cell phone back which had started to ring. "Hello...oh hi Cuddy..." House began.
"House! Are you losing your mind? What were you doing with hospital supplies in your car? Where did you get them?" she asked.
"I got them from the hospital." House answered looking at his watch knowing in five seconds a bomb would explode over the phone.
"My hospital?" Cuddy asked.
"Yes." House answered noting that there was only three seconds left.
"Why didn't you just ask me?" Cuddy asked.
"It would've ruined by uncaring reputation, see they still would've thought that I didn't care about anyone. I just wanted to help my friend out." House told her.
"House, I want you in my office! NOW! NO EXCUSES...DO YOU HEAR ME?" Cuddy screamed over the phone.
"Yes, your majesty." House told her snapping the phone shut.
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