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Stacy's Author's Note: Well, I've been wanting to write a House/Huddy fic for a while, and have been afraid to, so I asked Karen to do it with me!! And well, this is the product!! I hope you guys enjoy!!! Please Review and let us know if we should continue with this story!

Karen's (SvufanEOshipper) Note: Hey Guys! Well, when Stacy asked me to co-write this story, I was so excited! I think it's a great idea! This chapter was written by her, who I ADORE! So enjoy!! And please review!!

Chapter One: Tuesday Morning

Cuddy sat at her desk, deep in thought, and doing paperwork on this particular morning, that had started just like any other hectic morning would for this Dean of Medicine. As much as she loved her job, she had to admit, that she did not love the amount of stress it was constantly putting on her. Then there was Rachel… Her baby. Her daughter. She loved her very much; to the extent that she would give her life for her at any given moment without second thought.

To be honest with herself, this was too much strain, even for her. Running this hospital, having a 9 month-old daughter to care for at home, to have to look after House, and make sure he didn't kill anyone purposely… She was going to crack, and soon. But, she wouldn't pay any attention to the warning signal her subconscious was giving her, just continued working.

The paperwork had seemed to pile up as the day slowly progressed. She was also surprised that House hadn't come into her office yet bothering her about something or another like her always is. This case must really have him occupied! Cuddy smiled triumphantly. She had done well picking this puzzling riddle for him, seeing as he was so engrossed by it that she hadn't heard a word from him.

She hears as someone enters her office without knocking, she whispered to herself "Speak of the Devil…"

"Were you speaking of me? Or thinking of me?" House asked smugly, as he limped toward Cuddy's desk.

Cuddy looked up into his light cerulean eyes, being slightly mesmerized by them for a moment. Finally, she snapped out of it, and asked him, "What do you want House?"

House pouted like a child, "Aw, why must you always think I want something? By the way, your boobs look extra bouncy today!" She glared at him, and he put his hands up in defense, "What! It's true!"

"What do you want House?" She repeated again.

Finally, he was serious, and explained to her: "I need to do a lumbar puncture on my patient."

Cuddy looks at him kind of shocked, "Absolutely not!"

"Cuddy! Why not? I--"

House was interrupted by Cuddy's assistant, "Uh, Dr. Cuddy, you have--" This time House cut off the assistant, "Don't you see that she's busy?"

The assistant looked at House then at Cuddy, slightly intimidated. Cuddy glared at House, "House, I said no, and that's final. Donna, what were you saying?"

Donna smiled somewhat, and continued what she was saying, "Doctor Cuddy? You have a man here to see you."

Cuddy nodded, "Alright, send him in."

House looked at skeptically, "You're just gonna let some stranger just walk into your office?"

Cuddy glared at him yet again, "Don't you have a patient to go cure, without doing a lumbar puncture!?!?"

House left the room after making a snarky remark about the man killing Cuddy for being so mean. Cuddy watched him walk out, shaking her head in dismay. She went back to her paperwork, until she heard her office door open once more, at which, she looked up.

A man walked in, a smile on his face, but not the type of smile that is all too comforting. He wore a black leather jacket over a black shirt, dark jeans and black dress shoes. He had brown hair that was slightly spiked; along with very light brown eyes that reminded her an awful lot like Rachel's. She had to admit, this guy was a bit handsome. He put his hand out to her, "Are you Lisa Cuddy?"

She smiled and shook his hand, "Yes, and you are sir?"

He grinned and let go of her hand reaching for his leather jacket's pocket, "Don't worry about who I am… Just know, you will remember me."

Right then, before Cuddy could react, the man brought out a gun.

House was just about to walk into the elevator that would lead him to his office floor. But, as he walked into the elevator, he heard as two gun shots were fired, and moments later, one more. Dropping his cane in the elevator, House tried to limp his way over to Cuddy's office, where he thought to have heard it coming from, as fast as his two legs could take him.

Nothing frightened Dr. Gregory House as much as the scene before him. He rushed over to Cuddy's side, stepping over the limp form of the assaulter. She looked pale, as if about to enter a state of shock, she was sweating, she seemed very dazed. He moved over to feel her pulse to find that her heart was just about ready to pop out of her chest.

Just then, she seemed to come to long enough to let out an agonizing scream of pain, which was when House really noticed that she had a wound. He stood, and saw a bunch of nurses, doctors, and security guards crowding the entrance of her office. House began shouting orders at them, and telling them to hurry up. He got back to Cuddy, slowly situation himself against the wall with her. He gradually moved Cuddy over to his lap when he noticed yet another wound.

"Shit!" House cursed and tried applying pressure on both wounds.

Lisa cried, as the pain soared through her body with force. Her eyes began to flutter open and closed, and her breathing became very shallow. "C'mon Lisa. Stay with me. Don't fall asleep on me… Stay with me baby…"

But Lisa couldn't darkness was overwhelming her, and she couldn't fight it anymore, she had to let go. House watched as she closed her eyes, just as the nurses and doctors ran in. House was now covered in her crimson life force, soaking into his own skin he tried to wake her up, still trying to staunch the blood, "Don't let go, Lisa! C'mon baby don't let go' he repeated the mantra into her ear quietly; just loud enough for her to hear.

House watched as someone produced a bag of saline and someone prepped an emergency room stretched, never leaving her side, this was going to be a long Tuesday.

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