Summary: A deadly and sadistic killer is on the loose and he's collecting Doctors. He has his deadly sights set on House, Wilson, Cameron, Foreman and Chase; he wants to add them all to his collection. Please read and review! Will add more chapters if people like the first. No warnings for first chapter but rating will get higher for language/violence in later chapters.
Authors note: This is my first fanfic ever so please review, constructive criticism is always welcomed :)
Disclaimer: I don't own House or any of its characters (wishes she owned House)
Chapter One
"Okay, the Sergeant will be clear for landing in one or two days. You mightn't want to take a leak before he makes his descent seeing as he'll have to cope with the fact that he's coming out of your rear along with all of your waste. Make sure that he's got a clean toilet bowl before he comes out; give him a bit of dignity hmm?"
Dr Gregory House sighed as he looked at the x-ray of his patient's stomach. What kind of fully grown man swallows a toy soldier? Well what else could be expected from clinic duty? Thankfully it was almost time to go home. Well, the time to go home was 5:00pm and it was only 4:30 but he was sure he could check out without Cuddy noticing. He would just walk without his cane and she wouldn't even recognize him. Maybe he should wear sunglasses too, or would that look too obvious that he's trying to disguise himself? He turned to his patient, "If the toy is still in enemy territory by tomorrow, come back to the clinic. And next time you want to swallow a toy, try and swallow one of a naked chick. It will be much more interesting to look at on the x-ray." House then exited the exam room swiftly, glad to be out of there.
As House was making his quick escape he almost collided with Wilson on the way out, "Hey! You in a hurry to be somewhere House?" Wilson asked.
"Sshh! You must never use my real name in hearing range of the enemy," House said with a swift look towards Cuddy's office.
"Oh right, ducking out early again as per usual. I assume you still haven't had a case?"
"Nope, this is the second week without one now. So it's more clinic duty for me. Quick question for you Jimmy: Hanging, razor blade or overdose?"
"Well you seem to be halfway there with the overdose," quipped Wilson as House popped another Vicodin.
"Hey I have feelings you know," said House feigning being hurt by that remark. "Why can't somebody get terminally ill? I need to be amused."
"Right, how inconsiderate of them," Wilson muttered sarcastically.
"House! Don't even think about checking out, you still have 25 minutes left until your shift ends," said Lisa Cuddy as she stormed out of her office over to House and Wilson.
"Oops, seems like my hand accidentally slipped and I accidentally checked out," exclaimed House holding up his hands in an apologetic gesture as if the damage has been done and there was nothing he can do.
"Right, and there's me thinking that I'm your boss and I tell you what to do. And what's even weirder is that you actually do it. Back to the clinic now."
House watched Cuddy walk away and couldn't help but noticing that she looks quite cute in that skirt she's wearing today. He looked at Wilson's amused expression, "She totally wants me. You get off at 5:00 today?"
"Yes. Unlike you I actually have to do the full shift."
"Okay well I'll see you here at 5:00 then. I'm going the same way as you, strange that we're parked in the same lot eh?"
Wilson walked away with a roll of the eyes and a nod of the head and House limped back to the clinic.
He sat alone in the dark watching and waiting patiently. His face completely covered in shadows except from when he took a drag of his cigarette which illuminated his eyes, the burning ash making them appear quite red in the gloom. The only sound that could be heard was his even breaths and his exhale of smoke. He looked out at the dim parking lot, the numerous cars headlights reflecting the glow of the Hospital making the cars look as if they had white, lifeless eyes. They looked as if they were watching him, as if they all knew what he was waiting for and what he was planning to do. But they didn't know. Nobody knew except him.
And that's when he saw them walking at a leisurely pace towards their vehicles. Dr House and his friend who he'd seen him with on more than one occasion. His body tensed and he focused his eyes on the two doctors. They were so different in the way they looked and moved. House's friend was strongly built and broad shouldered and walked with a certainty about him as if he always knew exactly where he was going, but keeping in time with House's pace all the while. House of course walked slower than his friend, his leg hindering him and his cane aiding him. He always knew where he was going too but took a shortcut every once in a while to get there. He was thinner than his friend but his unkempt hair and the stubble on his face combined well with his thin frame. Both doctors body language was the same though, it was easy to spot from a mile off that they were good friends.
He had to have these two doctors in his collection, how wonderful it will be to hear them scream. He must first start at the bottom however and work his way up. Save the best until last and the game will be much more fun.