Title - Down Deep
Disclaimer - All original characters, themes, and etcetera from my mind are mine. Ergo, the rest is not.
Summary - Someone doesn't like House enough to get him killed. Who is it? Meanwhile the hit man they hired has made it so that House has to take a taxi to work. Little does House know that the hit man is driving the taxi…
When the taxi goes off the dock, water slowly fills the bottom of the car, and they go down, down, down. What can House do to save his life when he's stuck Down Deep?

A/N - Second Fanfic! Actually, my other one is still in-progress. But I got this idea yesterday night before I conked out from the medicine I was given (I am really sick right now) and I didn't want to lose it so here it is!

Onwards!
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House groaned and cat-stretched. His hand was half-way to the alarm clock when he realized it wasn't ringing. "What?" he mumbled to himself as he checked the time. 11:28 a.m. Oh shit. He was screwed. Wait. Why were the numbers beeping? The power must have shut off during the night.

House dragged himself out of bed and went through his morning routine. He brushed his teeth, went pee, got dressed and had breakfast. Well, that would be a normal persons morning routine. Here's how it really went:

House dragged his ass out of bed and tripped on a pair of pants he had carelessly thrown on the floor the previous night. Cursing a stream of obscenities, he used the bed to stand up. He picked up the dirty jeans, shrugged, and slipped them on. Then he went pee and brushed his teeth. When he limped out of the bathroom, he rummaged around his kitchen for something, anything, to eat. After spotting a bag of peaches from 2003, he gave it up as a bad job. I'll get something on the way to work. He thought. Oh shit! Work! He hadn't come to work this late in a while, and as much as he hated to admit it, he actually didn't like being yelled at.

He was almost at the door when he realized he still had no shirt. He pulled on a Rolling Stones T-shirt and a suit jacket. He grabbed his cane and limped towards the door. He went all the way to the sidewalk before remembering that he had forgotten his keys and cell-phone. He went all the way back, slipped them in his pocket, and again went all the way back to the sidewalk and hopped up on his motorcycle. He started it up but it wouldn't move. Damn it! A popped tire. Everything is going wrong today! he thought viciously.

He called Wilson.

"House! Cuddy is breathing fire! Why aren't you in?" he yelled.

House was unsurprised that his friend had started right in on the scolding. "It's good to hear from you too! Why thanks! I am doing quite sucky!" House could tell Wilson was rolling his eyes on the other end.

"What? Just get here now! And you haven't answered my question! Why aren't you in?"

"Murphy's Law. Power went out, so my alarm didn't go off, forgot everything, and my bike has a popped tire. Can you pick me up and drive me to work? Because I didn't call you to get reamed you know!"

"What? No! It's already noon and I have a consult starting! It's not my fault! Take a bus, a taxi, just get yourself in! She's here! Bye House! See you at work!

"Wait, I -" House started to protest but Wilson had hung up on him. He sighed. Okay! I'll take the damn taxi!

Bad mistake.

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Wilson left his office after his 'consult' . Actually, he just wanted to have some 'alone time' with Cuddy, who walked in the door.

"It's been an hour. He's not here yet." she said

"Yeah, that is a little strange..." he voiced his thoughts vaguely. But he was really just feeling pleased after the make-out session he had just had with Cuddy.

"Should we be worried?"

"Nawww, he probably went back to sleep knowing him." now, after his pleasure was wearing off, he was starting to feel slightly worried for his best friend. "Lets grab lunch." he suggested. And the pair left for the cafeteria.

On the way over they passed Cameron, Foreman, and Chase.

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"I am so bored." drawled Chase, "It's not even funny."

Foreman wrinkled his nose. "Why would it be funny? And what did you eat?"

Cameron did the same. "Aww, Chase!" she pinched her nose and continued talking. "Why is House so late?"

"Beats me." said Chase, the only one not covering a nose.

"I'll ask Wilson about it later." Cameron decided.

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"Okay, I'm pretty sure it does not take an hour to drive to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital." House stated, annoyed. He could see water in the distance. They were definitely no where near the PPTH.

"Aye, but we ain't goin' to a hospital."

"WHAT? Turn around right now!" he screamed. They were speeding out of control and they sped off onto a rickety old dock that hadn't been used in years; they were demolishing it as they hurtled through, and before House had time to think - It was all over.

WHAM!

They crashed into the water, and House watched horrified, as the blue-green liquid rose well above his windows.

They were sinking, down, down, down. Damn Murphy's Law! The driver and the passenger were stuck there; down deep.

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How was my first chapter? I didn't like it very much, but I hope you do. You know the drill; R&R.

Thanks!
ILGH