Hey everyone! I know that I am in the progress of another fic... but my friend and I came up with this and were dying to see what you all think! I promise a Q&A update soon!

DISCLAIMER: We do not own the rights to House M.D. ...period. SIGH

This is set like season 3-4 ish...

CH. 1

Looking from her watch to the front the front of the line, and back down at her watch, Cuddy was getting a little irritated with the glacial pace of the bank tellers. She had been waiting in line for over 35 minutes just because some old geezer didn't know how to fill out a damned withdrawal form…

This is ridiculous. How long does it take to comprehend how to fill out the damn slip, actually fill it out, and then LEAVE with the money? At that moment Cuddy felt kind of bad for having such rude thoughts directed toward a senior citizen… but the waiting was getting farcical.

Just as the thought entered her mind, the line moved and grandpa was on his way out. That took long enough. Ugh. My feet are killing me and – looking at her watch – I have a date with Rupert in an hour and this check for the hospital needs to get deposited NOW.

Cuddy had been seeing Rupert for a few weeks, and had managed to keep the relationship a secret from House. Things were going smoothly. Rupert was a successful plastic surgeon from L.A. and was unbelievably handsome. As much as she liked him though, every time she thought of House she had this 'feeling' – which she accredited to guilt, or at least she convinced herself of that.

The line was moving faster as more competent people were able to complete their transactions in an efficient manner. Sighing in relief that she would be on time for the date, Cuddy moved up to next in line.

Finally, with a huge smile on her face as the bank teller motioned for her to approach. Cuddy already had her deposit slip filled out and handed the check and the slip to the cashier.

Just as the teller was handing her the receipt –

'BANG!'

"Everybody down! NOW!"

Cuddy fell to the floor, covering her head as she tried to place where the yell came from, and then she saw him – a masked figure holding a gun and slowly making his way to the bank tellers.

A flood of emotions shot through her as he approached. First, there was fear. Then, there was disbelief, soon accompanied by pure, red anger. I just got up here! You can't be serious! She clutched at her purse and deposit receipt, already feeling tears form in her eyes from the unfairness of it all. And not only that, but she was going to be late – if she even made it out alive.

Others, besides her, quietly shook as they crouched and kept their heads low, trying not to anger the criminal more than he already was. Silence, besides the horrible theme music that projected throughout the bank was the only thing that met their ears. That, and the criminal's heavy, booted footsteps of intimidation.

It was even worse for Cuddy when his heavy boots stopped. Right in front of her crouched form.

She dared to look up and over her head, she watched as he pointed the gun at the banker.

"Gimme' all yea' got, now," his firm voice reverberated through the room, sending chills up the spines of the unsuspecting victims.

The banker had pushed the panic button under her station, but had to comply until help came. Immediately, she set to work. The bags were pulled out and the money was going in them.

"I want every last bill, yea' understand," he asked sharply, breaking their task momentarily before they all nodded roughly and continued with haste.

For a few moments, as Cuddy stared at his slightly aged and over-used boots, she along with the other unsuspecting victims thought that was the end. With that in mind, she began to slowly ease her hand into her purse for her cellular.

However, as her hand was in her purse and began to dig, something hard and cold pressed against the top of her head.

She closed her eyes, stopped cold. She knew what it was – the barrel of the gun.

She was caught.

"Get up, now," his cutting voice hissed.

Swallowing hard, she took a deep breath and slowly stood. Eyes cast down, she didn't dare look at him. Breath quickening, heart pounding, her eyes wandered across the room as everyone looked at her with sheer terror.

Shoving the gun into her back, e lowered his face so his mouth was at her ear.

"Do exactly as I say, and you might actually make it out of here," he hissed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this lovely lady here will be collecting your cell phones." His voice was too calm and cool. Shoving a bag in her hands he pushed her towards the crowd.

"Do as I say or she and everyone else here will be shot down. One. By. One."

Cuddy fumbled with the bag and began to make her way around the room. Shaking, she knew that one foul move would not only cost her life but the lives of everyone with her in that room.

As the last cell phones were being dropped into the bag, Cuddy froze as she heard helicopters outside. Things were about to get worse.

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