A/N: This idea came to mind after watching various shows and documentaries. I'm not sure how long this story will be, but it will be darker and more angsty than my usual stories. Sometimes my mind just "goes there" and I have to go with it or it will continue to bug me. So sit back and just go with it. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own the character of House. Everyone else is my creation and any mistakes are my own.

Chapter One

"Get in position, suspect is approaching. Blue Ford Explorer. Remember what we told you."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember."

Lt. Kimbrell gave her decoy a look that had the younger woman backing down. "You better remember, kiddo, or it's my ass."

Kimbrell's radio beeped. It was dispatch. "Suspect is getting out of the car. Go, go, go!"

Renee Stuckey grabbed the laundry basket and headed out the front door to approach the man heading up the steps. "Hi! Come on in. Did you bring the beer?"

The man leered at her. "Yeah, baby girl, I brought everything."

"Have a seat in the kitchen. I'm just gonna put this laundry in the dryer. Crack open a beer and I'll be right there."

It all went off without a hitch. The older men always fell for it. The younger ones were harder to convince. Different age, different era.

Elayne Kimbrell, or Laynie, as she was more commonly known, took over when the suspect tried to follow Renee out of the room.

"Hold it right there, big guy," Laynie said as she grabbed the man and shoved him against the wall. "You're under arrest."

"This is entrapment!" the man shouted as he continued to struggle.

"Actually, no it's not."

"Bullshit! The little whore got me to come here so you could arrest me!"

Laynie took a folded sheet of paper out of her pocket, unfolded it and read from it.

"Do you like oral? What if I brought some beer? It might relax you." She shoved the paper back in her pocket. "And I see you brought the beer. That shows intent. So, sorry. Not entrapment."

"That was...awesome," Stuckey said as she watched them take the struggling man away.

"That was an easy one. It's not always so cut and dry."

"Suspect approaching in a red Corvette," the voice on the other end of her radio crackled.

Stuckey's eyes widened. "Another one?"

"Yep. Men are dumb. You'll learn that real quick in this job. But you're still wet behind the ears so..."

Stuckey frowned.

"Take your places, he's on his way to the front door."

Stuckey went and opened the door with a bath towel on her head like she'd just gotten out of the shower. "Rob?"

"Yeah, hey honey," the older man said with a smile as he came up the walkway.

"Come on in. You're a bit early. I was just in the shower."

"Don't get dressed on my account," he said with a lecherous grin. "Those clothes'll be coming off anyway."

"It's too cold to be naked," Stuckey laughed as they went inside. "Did you bring the condoms?"

"Yeah I got em."

He was about to follow her up the stairs but Laynie stepped around the corner and blocked his entry. "No, I don't think so. Step back, please, sir."

"What the…"

"What are you doing here?"

"I was just…"

"Just about to have sex with a minor."

"She's eighteen."

"She told you that?"

"Yeah."

Laynie reached into her pocket and pulled out a transcript and began reading it aloud. "How old are you? Fourteen. MMmm you sound hot. Ever been with a boy before? Nope. Wanna be with an older guy? We're way better." She folded the paper and put it back in her pocket. "So you just lied. To a cop."

"Whatever. I guess I should go then."

"Sure," Laynie said with a shrug. "Door's that way." She didn't mention that the police were outside waiting for him. When he stepped out, he was promptly seized and arrested.

"I never get tired of seeing that," Stuckey said as she watched on the monitor. "Sick fucks."

"Yep. Anyway, that's a wrap for tonight. Good job everyone." There were the usual high-fives, fist bumps and handshakes all around before they all went their separate ways.

After dropping off Stuckey at her house, Laynie went to her apartment at 221 Baker Street and let herself in the front door. She could hear piano playing down the hall and smiled. The handsome doctor wasn't home very often but when he was, he was usually watching a loud movie, playing loud music or playing the piano.

Suddenly the piano playing stopped, and a minute later he was leaving, helmet tucked under one arm. When he saw her, he nodded.

"A little late for you, isn't it, officer?" he asked her. His voice was deep and sexy.

She bristled, but it was a game they played. "It's Lieutenant, and yes."

"How many perps tonight?"

"Only five."

"Slow night for you."

"Yep. What about you? Making a house call?"

He chuckled. "I see what you did there. And no, hooker. She went to my office at the hospital by mistake. G'night."

"G'night, Dr. House."

She let herself into her apartment and tossed her keys onto the table by the door. She hated to admit it but coming home to an empty apartment was just depressing. It had been months since she'd been with a man. And that was only a one-night stand. Most guys seemed to be intimidated by what she did for a living and she rarely heard from them again. She didn't understand what was so wrong with catching pedophiles all day. They were the scum of the earth and needed to be caught. Thousands of kids went missing every year because of online predators, Laynie's younger sister included.

She glanced at the picture of Jade on the mantle and sighed. Two years, never found. The Police gave up after a few weeks. If she was dead, where was the body? And if she was still alive, which was very doubtful, where was she?

Laynie poured herself a glass of wine and went to the bathroom to run herself a bath. Once she sank into the hot, lavender scented bubbles, her whole body relaxed and she closed her eyes. Occasionally sipping her wine, she thought about her neighbor down the hall. He had a girlfriend, someone he referred to as Cuddy, but she hadn't been around in a few weeks and Laynie wondered if they broke up. He certainly seemed sad lately, which could explain the hookers.

Still, he was considerably older than she was by at least fifteen years, attractive, and when she looked him up one day out boredom, she found that he was considered brilliant and world renowned in the medical profession. He had short rap sheet, but all charges were dropped. She chuckled when she saw Detective Tritter's name a few times. She never liked him and was glad when he transferred to another division.

When the water started to cool, Laynie got out of the tub and grabbed a towel. As she dried herself off, she looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. She combed out her long blonde hair and put it in a loose bun and studied herself. She'd lost weight, making her lean muscles even more prominent. It wasn't because she wasn't eating. She ate plenty. When she did eat. The excitement from her job didn't give her much of an appetite.

Would House, as everyone seemed to call him, even be interested in her? After all, he seemed to prefer his women older, and they were all brunettes and beautiful. Laynie certainly wasn't brunette but she considered herself to be just as attractive as any of those women.

With that on her mind, she climbed into bed, falling asleep within minutes.