She looked beautiful, breathtaking; in that long cream colored dress, that clung to her curves. House walked hand and hand with Cuddy out of the restaurant, laughing and smiling, into the lightly raining world.

"Hey!" A man shouted from behind, walking out of the alleyway next to the restaurant.

House and Cuddy turned around to see four men standing behind them, two of them pointing gun's at them. One looked young, possibly sixteen. House knew this was possibly his 'orientation'. Slowly House placed the back of his arm against Cuddy's stomach, pushing her behind him.

"Wallet now." The man in front, yelled.

"This place is packed, I'm sure someone is seeing this." House said, with a glare.

"Money geezer, and throw that cane this way while you're at it." The man paused. "You know what, instead of the money, I'll take that pretty piece of ass of your's." He nodded to Cuddy.

"House?" She whispered from behind him, frightened. Her hand's tightly gripping his shoulder's.

"You want her, come and get her." House growled in a deep husky voice.

The first guy smiled to his grew, giving his gun to one of them. "You got it old man." He walked forward.

House hit him in the stomach with the end of his cane, he tossed the wood stick to the ground, lifting his knee up and hitting the hunched over man in the face. The other three men ran to help.

"Run!" House screamed at Cuddy, and she did.

House hit one guy in the face, breaking his jaw immediately. Another came up behind House, and hit him with the end of the gun in the back of the neck, House fell. Groaning, he tried to get up, but the men began to kick and hit him. The first man, nodded at the youngest to go after a slowly running Cuddy.

The man with the broken jaw, staying on the wet cement, groaning. One of the men trying to help him up, the man guy kicking House's stomach. He turned around, laughing. House slowly made his way to his feet, anger in his eyes. His lip busted, cuts over his face and neck. He knew that he had at least two broken rib's. The pain his his thigh was worse then ever, but that didn't matter to him, not now anyway.

"Hey, asshole." House yelled.

The man turned around, and House hit him so hard, that he knocked him out. Five men from the restaurant ran outside to help. House turned around to hear a gun shot. His heart stopped, as he saw Cuddy fall to the cold hard ground. The youngest man paused, locking eyes with House. He ran off down the street. House ran as fast as he could to Cuddy's side. When he reached her, she was gasping for air.

"No, no, no, no. Stay with me." He told her, tear's unable to be held back. "Somebody call an ambulance!" He yelled at the crowd, before pressing his right hand against the large blood spot on her abdomen, right below her left breast. With his left arm he pulled her into his arm's.

She gave him a weak smile. "Greg -"

"Shhh, don't talk."

"Where the hell is that ambulance?" He screamed again.

"Their on their way." One man said, as he ran toward's her. He took off his dinner jacket, and draped it over the top half of Cuddy's body. "We have those bastard's."

"Not all of them." House hissed, looking up at the nice man. He looked familiar to House, some how, but he didn't know where from. And right now, he didn't care.

The man held out House's cane to him, House just nodded, looking down at Cuddy. "I believe this is your's." He knelt down, putting the cane next to House. "Is there anything I can do."

"I'm a doctor. We- we're both doctor's." He said in a low voice, House saw Cuddy's eye's begin to close. "Cuddy." He gently patted her cheek. "Lisa, answer me." He laid her on the ground, he bend down, listening to her breathing. Shallow, but there.

The ringing of siren's got closer, the white ambulance pulled two feet into the parking lot, next to where Cuddy laid.

"What happened?" The first Paramedic asked.

House didn't speak.

"Gang shooting." The man answered. He nodded to House. "Their both doctor's."

Two other Paramedic's helped an unresponsive Cuddy on to the gurney.

"Are you coming with us sir?" One of the young paramedic's asked.

"Yes." House grabbed his cane, and winced, as he stood. "Take us to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital." He told one of the men.

In the back of the ambulance the first guy asked. "How do you know this woman?"

"She's my boss at Princeton Plainsboro -" He paused. "And my fiancee." He stared at Cuddy's new blood stained engagement ring.

"She's going into Cardiac Arrest." The third guy yelled. The tore open the very top of her dressed. "Paddles!" He yelled.

House watched in horror.

"200. CLEAR!"

nothing.

"Charging 250. CLEAR!"

nothing again.

"Charging-"

One of the paramedic's stopped him. "Wait." He hand two finger's on her neck, and his eye's on the screen. "Normal sinus rhythm."

House paged Wilson, Cameron, Chase, 13 and Foreman. They were all in the O.R when House limped in. The paramedic's wheeled her in. Wilson pressed his hand's against his best friend's chest.

"Cameron, Foreman, and Thirteen scrub up." Wilson ordered them. "You'll assist Chase in the surgery." Chase was already scrubbed and ready.

They quickly ran off.

"Let me go in." House yelled.

"House you can't, you know that. She's in good hand's, besides you look really bad. Let me take a look at you."

"I don't give a shit about me, I want to be in there."

"I know you do House." Wilson sighed, putting his hand's down. "Let me check out your injuries, and we'll come right back, I promise."

House sighed, defeated. "Fine."

A few minutes later, Wilson was stitching a gash on House's forehead and cheek.

"Take off your shirt."

"Why Wilson."

Wilson glared. "Just do it."

House did. Wilson was inspecting the already bruised rib's. "I saw the ring." He whispered.

"Yeah." House mumbled, with dry blood in the corner of his mouth. He silently winced, as Wilson touched his rib's.

"You have three broken rib's."

"Yippie." House added sarcastically. "Bandage me up so I can get back to my fiancee." He scowled.

Wilson bellowed. "How's the leg?"

"Peachy."

Wilson gave him a look.

"Hurt's like a bitch."

Wilson gave him a shot. "That should help."

"Thank's doc." House tried to put his shirt back on, but couldn't.

Wilson helped him. House hopped off the table, immediately regretting it. He winced, as he limped away. Wilson tossed his exam gloves in the trash and followed his friend. They waited in the waiting room for over six hour's. Chase came out with Thirteen. Chase took off his scrub cap.

He sighed before speaking. "We successfully took out the bullet, it didn't hit any organ's or arteries, luckily. But -" He stopped.

"What?" House yelled.

"She's fallen into a coma." Thirteen said.

"When can he see her?" Wilson asked.

"Foreman and Cameron are about to take her down to a private room in the ICU, one of them will be up to let you know." Chase added.

Wilson nodded. "Thanks."

Cameron came and got House, she slowly walked with him to room 574. "Talk to her, let her know you're there for her." Cameron said sweetly.

He walked in, shutting the door behind him. Cameron wiped a tear away watching him walk to Cuddy's side, before walking away.

House sat beside the woman he loved. After awhile he spoke. "They say that people in coma's can hear." He took her hand. "I hope that's true. You got get pull through this. You're the strongest person I know. I love you." He kissed her. "Come on, you have a wedding to plan." He tried to smile, as a tear fell from his face, to her hand. "I finally find happiness, and it's being taken away from me." House mumbled into her knuckles.

To Be Continued?

Sorry, kind of a crappy start, I know. Comment's please. Let me know if you want more or to just end it here.

If I continue, it won't be all bad. I promise.