Mystery.
Author's Note: I own none of House. Sadly. lol. Tell me if I should Continue. Enjoy. Reviews would be lovely.
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Chapter 1: WTF!
I was just about to leave for the day when Lisa Cuddy approached me.
"House hasn't been here in 2 days. He hasn't been answering his pages, his cell, or anything. Can you go check on him for me?" She asked. I had known Greg had been gone for the last 2 days, but dismissed it as he was just playing hooky to play it. But I could see general concern in her eyes, did she know something I didn't? I doubt it, I know Greg better then anyone at this hostipal.
"Alright, but You know I am propably going to find him watching General hostipal or playing games right?" I answer back, that was what I did expect to find.
"Your propably right, but I have a bad feeling for some reason. Please could you just go check on him." Lisa replied. "And don't tell him I asked you to, you know how he is." Lisa added.
"Okay" I nodded in return, kind of wanting to smirk. A nice piece of black mail I have now, as Greg would say. Everyone knew that Lisa had underlining feelings for Greg, but hide them well. At least from Greg, but everyone knew even if he doesn't. Lisa let me go then. I walk into the parking lot and find my car, and I'm off.
Greg's apartment was only 10 minutes away from the hostipal, it was a nice side trip from time to time, on my way home. I parked infront of the building, and glanced at it, nothing out of the ordinary.
Hes propably watching his tv. I know hes watching his tv, hes just to dam predictable now. I step out of my car and move into the building. One of Greg's neighbor's, Jess, knew me well chuckle, and let me in, so I wouldn't have to buzz.
"So have you seen Greg lately?" Jess asked me. I arched my eyebrow a little as we headed up to that level.
"Haven't you?" I asked in confusion.
"No, I thought he was at the hostipal" She answered, now just as confused as I was. Concern grew in the back of my mind.
"He hasn't been in, in 2 days, thats why I am here. To see what's up." I reply.
"O." Jess said as they got to her door. Greg's was the next one to the right.
"Cya later Jess" I say as she waves good-bye to me and vanishes behind the door of her apartment.
I walk slowly to Greg's apartment, and stand still for a moment infront of his door. I take a slight breathe and knock on the door. The door edges open itself. I furrow my eyebrows in more confusion, Greg never leaves his door open. He's not careless about things like this. This is getting strange. I place my hand on the door and push it open further.
"Greg?" I call his name, as I open the door to peer in. I am attacked by a onslaught of something sort of stench, that was fimilar to me, but the quantity it was in just overwhelmed me. I gagged as i turned my head back into the fresh air of the hallway, and coughed some.
I pull out a hankerchief from my coat pocket and place it over my mouth and nose before re-entering. His apartment is like a war zone, everything was tipped over, scattered along the floor. I didn't take more then one step before breaking something on the floor. His piano was smashed to pieces by the looks of it. The whole apartment literally looked like a bomb had exploded in it.
"Greg!" I call with more urgency to find him, I track through mess of his apartment, to his bed room. I still haven't gotten a response back, that could mean either he is not here, or he can't speak. I pray that he isn't here.
I get to his bedroom door, and just stand there in the doorway. The sight before me takes more then a few seconds for my brain to comprehend. I gasp after it processed. Greg is in there, in a mangled mess, blood was everywhere, smeared all over the floor of the room and all over Greg, himself. He seemed to be out cold.
In a second I am at his side, on my knees, trying to get a grip of my emotions towards my fallen friend, and assessing the injuries presented. Before I did anything though I pulled out my cell phone, and dialed 911. I gave them Greg's address and asked for an ambulence and police, everyone.
Once I was off the phone, I manage to carefully bring Greg onto his back, so I can assess the injuries. His face had a large laceration above his right eyebrow, on his forehead, that was bleeding slowly. He also had a long cut that went from the left corner of his mouth down diagonally to his jaw bone, that was bleeding worse then the laceration on his head. There is a thin, long scratch on his neck, as if someone had tried to slit his throat. That isn't bleeding, thankfully. My eyes scan further along his body, there were cuts and scraps on both his arms, those aren't that bad. The one that is troubling me the most though is the long deep cut that is going diagonally down his chest, that is bleeding the most. I don't even check the legs by this point, the cut on the chest was the worse of them, as I place glance around for something to cover up the wound, the comforter from his bed is tangled up in a mess near by. Thats good enough. I grab it in a heart beat and smuther the wound with it, putting pressure on it.
The ambulence and police cars were blaring from the window, I hear them approach but my full concentration is on Greg. Please let him pull through this. I can't lose him. I didn't realize I am crying until after the EMT's pull me off Greg, to do their work. They couldn't allow me in the ambulence with them, but I jumped in my car and followed after them. At least the police were kind enough to let me go, but they told me They'd find me later to ask questions.