A/N: This story has been in my head for years and NaNoWriMo gave me a great reason to finally write it down.

The points of view in this story are switching. One chapter is written in Cameron´s POV and the next one is written in "he and she style" and so on. We´re starting with Cameron´s POV. Guess you can call it AU.

This story is rated M for a reason. If you don't like sex scenes, kidnappings and angst, better leave. For the rest: ENJOY and reviews would be lovely Of course I don´t own the characters of the TV show.

Hidden Past

I have no idea how I got here. All I know is that my head hurts like hell and there´s blood dripping slowly down my forehead. I look around but can´t see much. It´s dark everywhere. I am in room with only one small window. A basement? I have no idea. Where am I and how did I got here? So many questions but no answers. I try as hard as I can not to panic – easier said than done.

"Stay calm, Allison. Panic won´t help you here. Just stay calm and think!" This is my new mantra. I am telling this myself over and over again and finally my brain starts working and memories come back, slowly. Very slowly.

The day started as usual. I woke up and went to work. We were working on a case involving the small child. What was the name? Carly? Cassie? No, Charlotte. Right, Charlotte. We tried to find out what was wrong with the kid until House told us to go home. It was late and we were running out of ideas. Charlotte was stable and so I went towards the elevator. I got out of the building, inside my car and then I drove home. The last thing I remember was getting out of the car and then?

I have no idea what happened then and my hurting head drives me crazy. A bump is forming on the back of my head and I feel dizziness overwhelming me. Deciding that fighting against it is a losing battle, I lie down on the cold and hard stone floor and let the darkness take me away to a better place. Deep inside I hope that soon I will wake up in my warm bed again and laugh about this stupid nightmare.

Hours later, I wake up again. I must have slept some time now since there´s no light coming through the small window at the top of the wall. My head is still hurting but I manage to stand up and slowly walk through the room or whatever I am in. There´s not much left to discover though. I stumble over a mattress that is lying on the floor, not far away from the spot where I just slept. I can´t find anything else in this room and so I start to touch the walls in search for a door and I soon find what I am searching for. As slowly and quiet as possible, I tried to open the door although I never really believed that it was left open but my heart stops when I feel that I am wrong. Could this be my chance to escape? Could it be really that easy?

Bright light illuminates my dark room and my hope is gone just as quick as the light from the small and dirty lamp in the next room came. I am in a bathroom or better said what´s left of it. There´s no shower or bathtub, just a small and dirty sink, of course with cold water running out of it and a toilet – at least it seems like a new one, new and clean (hopefully). No window and no chance to escape.

I leave the door of the bedroom open and take a better look at the softly illuminated room I woke up in. There´s really just a mattress on the floor. Nothing else. The window at the top of the wall is too far away to be reached. There´s a heavy looking metal door, too. Although I know that I will be disappointed, I try to open it but of course I am out of luck and the door stays closed.

This time I can´t fight the fear inside of me anymore. Panic is slowly spreading through my body and I scream to whoever did this to me to get me out of it. I scream and scream and scream the words "Let me out!" over and over again but nothing is happening. Nobody seems to hear me and the door stays closed. I feel my voice leaving me and I give up shouting – for now.

Instead I feel my knees getting weak and I stumble to the mattress, not being able to stand any longer or so it seems. I am exhausted. It´s all too much. I just lie down and cry myself into a very restless slumber.

The light shines inside my room far too soon and I realize that this is the truth, the reality and no nightmare. I force myself to get up and look around. Beside the mattress I find something that wasn´t there before: A plate with one bread roll and some cheese. Nothing special but better than nothing. Since I slowly feel the hunger coming up, I grab the bread roll and then stop immediately. What if it´s poisoned? I turn it around and search for some signs that something was put inside but I find nothing. My hunger wins and right in this moment I don´t even care if it´s poisoned or not. It´s not like I have much to lose right now. Taking a first bite, I chew on it slowly. It tastes like a normal bread roll.

While eating I watch my clock. I am already too late for work. That´s it: Work! I bet they will wonder where I am and start searching sooner or later. They won´t forget me, right? As fast as the endorphins came, they are gone again. It´s not like they find any signs where I am, I tell myself. I could be anywhere and I didn´t even made it inside my apartment. It must have happened near the car, I guess. At least that´s my last memory. Great, I bet who ever took me, left no evidence. There are only two possibilities left for me: Freeing myself on my own or waiting until House thinks my case is interesting enough to be solved. If anyone can find me, it´s House.

I am far away in my thoughts, searching for ways to get out of here and thinking about House. There are so many things I wish I did before and so many words unspoken. Maybe that´s the end and I will never get the chance to do and say all this.

Suddenly I hear someone coming nearer, soft footsteps behind the closed and heavy metal door. I stop breathing when I hear keys being turned and ever so slowly the door opens, leaving me face to face with my capturer.