The Thought

By Lydziiee

Chapter 1 - Is this really true??

Suspect: Dr. Allison Cameron

Career: Doctor in the ICU, PPTH, New Jersey

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Suspect Interview - 10AM, Police HQ, Detective T. A. Petrie

Dr. Allison Cameron: I've known House for a few years now, but I wouldn't ever do such a thing to him. Especially not attempt to kill him.

Detective. T. A. Petrie: Yes, we understand that, but we have to go through every possible suspect as if they were the person that did it.

Suspect sighs.

Dr: Ok then.

Detective: Now tell me about you're relationship with Dr. House.

Dr: Well House treated all of his employees the same. Under his management, I was treated as any other, although we dated once. But that's nothing, we got over it after the first date and went back to our normal lives.

Detective: Alright then. What were you doing at 9PM last night??

Suspect raises voice, and speaks angrily.

Dr: I can't believe you could just think that I would do this!! I loved House!!

Detective: I'm sorry, Dr. Cameron, but I already told you that we have to do this process with anyone. You may be innocent, but we need proof if so.

Dr: I was having dinner with Wilson at the local restaurant around the corner from my place. We were there from 7PM til 9:30PM. We had planned to go to House's afterwards to watch a few movies, but when we got there, he was unconscious.

Detective: Ok, Dr. Cameron. Can Wilson speak as witness to this event??

Dr: Yes, he can. Do you have any more scrutinizing questions, or can you let me go now??

Detective: I'm done. You can go now.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Detective T. A. Petrie and R. C. Vintar's office

Detective Thomas Andrew Petrie placed the papers back on her desk. Looking up at his partner, he sighed. "Vintar, I don't think this is going to get anywhere."

Detective Rhiannon Carmen Vintar looked at the papers discreetely. "There has to be some connection between them. They're work mates, but there's something about her that I just can't figure out." She said, as Detective Petrie stared at the papers, the same as what Detective Vintar was doing.

"Let's go over the case files again." Detective Petrie said, shuffling through several papers. Pulling out two, he spoke again. "There we are."

Petrie read aloud. "Doctors say that this man was stabbed in the leg, and beaten up. Bruises aren't so severe, but he was unconscious for several hours until he awoke at 2AM this morning."

Turning the page, he continued. "He was found in his apartment at 10:30PM last night by Dr. Allison Cameron, and Dr. James Wilson, both who work in PPTH." Petrie looked back up at Vintar.

"That shows that Dr. Wilson and Dr. Cameron were together at the time, meaning that they could have been out to dinner.." Petrie said, as Vintar finished his sentence. "But it also means that they both found him, meaning they both could have done it, or been involved in it in some way." She said, smiling at Petrie, proud of their discovery.

"That means we're visiting PPTH and we're going to find out the truth." Detective Petrie said, in a business-like tone. Detective Vintar chucked Petrie's jacket at him and put on her own, as they both headed out towards PPTH.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After the interview

Cameron walked friskily out of the Police HQ, tears streaming down her eyes. She hated been asked such intrusive questions, especially about House. Pulling out her mobile phone, Cameron called Wilson's number and waited for it to answer.

"Wilson here", he answered.

"Wilson, uhh.." Cameron said, but was too sad to carry on.

"Baby what's wrong??" Wilson asked, his voice growing in it's concern.

"The police just interviewed me about..last night." Cameron said, wiping her eyes with her other hand that wasn't holding the phone.

"What did they say??' Wilson asked quietly, remembering what had happened that night.

"They asked, you know, usual things they do. I just felt like I was in some sort of police show." Cameron said, unlocking her car and opening the door, and sitting in her car.

"Honey, don't worry about it. They're just doing their job. I'm sure they're not trying to personally interrogate you, but I understand how you're feeling. They're going to do the same thing to me some time soon, aren't they??" Wilson said, trying to make Cameron feel better.

Cameron laughed nervously. "That's true. They will probably do the same thing to you."

"Ok now. I need to go, I'm busy working. I'll speak to you when you get back here, alright then??" Wilson said sympathetically.

Cameron smiled. "Yeh, I should be fine. I love you", she said sweetly.

"I love you to, Cameron." Wilson said sexily back.

Cameron hung up her mobile, and placed it back into her purse. Feeling slightly better after her short but sweet conversation with Wilson, she hesitated, and then turned on her car.

As soon as she turned on the engine, something covered her mouth. Noticing an arm over her mouth, Cameron started to scream. There was a cloth over her mouth, and immediately Cameron noticed what it was. Whoever it was was trying to make her unconscious.

Trying to avoid breathing in the scent, Cameron couldn't resist. It took only a matter of seconds, and she was unconscious. The man noticed she was, and pulled his arm back. Placing the cloth back into his pocket, he moved Cameron to the back of the car, and sat in the drivers seat.

Driving off, he headed to his destination. A hospital called PPTH.