Author's Note: I wrote this story while I was in ISS (In school Suspension). Sitting in a plastic chair for six hours straight can be problematic when writing; I hope you enjoy it anyways!
Disclaimer: I don't own House, but I wish I did!
Wilson sat in his office, reviewing a case, "Cancer in his brain? But it's his side that's bothering him…" he muttered to himself. The door opened, but he didn't bother looking up, he knew only one person in this hospital who would open his door without knocking. "What is it House?" He asked, rather annoyed. He felt the person step closer. "Really? What do you want? I have to go see a patient about-" but he was cut off as he felt something press into his side, looking down, he saw the barrel of a gun.
"If you want out of here alive, you better go and get doctor House, and make it snappy" Wilson stared up with wide eyes at the man with the deep voice. He studied the figure as his brain tried to wrap around the words he had just said. Piercing green eyes, scruff around his face, graying hair, and only a little bit taller than himself. He looked so familiar…
"Go now!" the man ordered, "If you call the cops, or bring anyone else back with you, you won't live to see tomorrow, and neither will doctor House" he snarled as he pressed the gun deeper into Wilson's side. Then letting go, he shoved Wilson in the direction of the door.
He stumbled dazed out of his office and down the hallway. "Wilson!" called a woman, followed by the clicking of heels on the tiled floor. Wilson turned to see Cuddy walking towards him. "What's wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost!"
"Cuddy, we have a bit of a situation" Wilson whispered.
"What are you talking about? Is it House? I know he wasn't supposed to get into the-" Cuddy started.
"No, it's not House, or at least I don't think it is. A man came into my office, and told me to bring him House." He stopped, seeing the worried look on Cuddy's face. "Cuddy, he had a gun."
Cuddy's face went white. "I'll go press the emergency alarm"
"No, Cuddy, he said no alarms, or he'd shoot" Wilson shook his head.
"It's a silent alarm, no noise, no lights, but the police will come. Come on Wilson, he won't be able to find you, let's go." Cuddy tugged on Wilson's sleeve.
"Cuddy, I can't, he might not be able to find me, but I'm sure he already knows where House is" Wilson saw Cuddy's eyes widen at the thought of House in danger. "I won't let him get House, everything is going to be fine" he whispered in a reassuring voice.
"Okay" she nodded, still not completely convinced, "go, but Wilson" she stopped him as he was about to leave, "be careful."
With that Cuddy watched Wilson walk towards House's office. She then walked to the front desk and pressed a button under the counter, many nurses eyed her worriedly. Then remembered that they had to act as if nothing had happened, and scurried off to their jobs.
Wilson gazed at the white letters printed on the door 'Gregory House M.D.'. "Should I do this?" he asked himself "Risk my life for him? There can't be a good reason a man with a gun would want House. He knows where we work, he probably also knows where we live, maybe even our phone numbers. If I don't bring him House he'll find both of us". He poked his head through House's door, "Hey, could I talk to you for a minute?"
"What? Is Cuddy acting naughty? Because we both know an easy way to fix that…" House mused with a smirk on his face.
"No House, this is important! There's somebody in my office that wants to… see you" Wilson added the last part unsure of how House would react.
House got up from his desk and started down the hall. "Who is it? Did my grandma bring me cookies? I hope there not the gross ones with the raisins she sends me every year!" he sarcastically replied as the two walked up to Wilson's office door.
Wilson ignored the comment and instead looked worriedly at House. "Just stay calm, okay? I don't know what he wants, but Cuddy already pressed the alarm, the cops should be here soon and we'll be okay. Everything is going to be okay…" He rambled.
"The alarm? What? Wilson, who's in your office?!" House questioned, glaring at his friend. But Wilson just turned the door knob and entered the room, pulling House inside with him.
"Hey there, miss me, brother?" A voice asked from the corner. For House, it was a familiar voice. His eyes pulled from Wilson slowly to the corner of the room, where he met a pair of sharp green eyes. Eyes identical to his mothers. The man looked a lot like himself, smirking mouth and all.
"Carl" he whispered. Then, from the hospital parking lot they heard police car sirens.
"Dammit, you called the cops?!" The man yelled startled. He glared at House, "You gonna help me find a way out of here? Or let 'em take me?"
"Why should I help you?" House spat.
"Mom was right, you are stubborn" he smiled. "If you don't help me, your friend here" he said poking Wilson in the gut with his gun, "won't be helping too many sick people anymore."
In the hall, they could hear the cops' footsteps coming closer. "Come on" House grumbled, leading them both onto the balcony. "Down there" he said pointing to the fire escape, the wind hitting his face "leave".
"You both first" Carl demanded.
"Cripple here, remember?" House replied, holding up his cane.
Just then, four cops, along with Cuddy stepped out of the door and onto the balcony."Put your hand up, you're under arrest!" shouted an officer, all in black.
Carl noticed the way Cuddy stared worriedly at House. "This isn't over!" he shouted, glaring at them all in turn, "no matter where you are, I'll find you! You did this to me Greg! I'll get your friend, and your girlfriend, and leave you with nothing, just like you did to me!" With that, he fired a shot at Cuddy, and then jumped over the rail of the fire escape. The cops rushed to the side of the building, but he was nowhere to be seen.
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