Title: Protection
Rating: M
Pairing: House&Cuddy
Words: 768
Part: 1 / ?
Genre: Romance / Drama
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Part 1 - The Crime
Lisa Cuddy couldn't believe that she had ended up in this situation. She was stuck, in some dive of a bar, waiting for House to stop throwing up. She knew he wasn't meant to be drinking a lot with the vicodin and told him on more than one occasion to stop; but in true House style he completely ignored her. It was too late for lectures now, he was completely pissed and until he sobered up any attempt to make him realise he was an idiot would fail miserably. Not that Cuddy imagined she would do much better when he was sober, but she was at least going to try.
"You finished yet?" Cuddy snapped. At the moment they were in a corridor between the bar and the toilets while House sat with his head in a bin.
"I think so" House looked up at her and smiled. "You are so hot when your annoyed.""And why exactly am I annoyed House?"Gregory House moved his head too quickly and felt the room spin slightly. Shit. He made sure he didn't move his head again while he spoke. "Because you lost the bet."Cuddy groaned. It was the stupid bet that meant they were here in the first place. House had been refusing to work clinic hours and Cuddy had called him into her office to tell him he had to. She'd ended up betting him that he couldn't do 10 hours of clinic in a week. If he did manage it however it meant that House got to take her out for the evening. She should have known it wasn't going to be to anywhere nice. House thought it was a brilliant evening but Cuddy refused to class a strip club followed by a bar where people were having sex in the toilets as a good evening out.
"That is why you're annoyed with me isn't it?" Cuddy was snapped back to the present by House's question. "Greg please don't think for one minute that my annoyance about tonight can be put down to one particular thing." "You haven't had a good time then?""No"
"Sorry"
Cuddy sighed. She couldn't be properly angry with House when he was like this. Just as she was about to reply she heard an argument going on just down the end of the corridor and to the right. "So you're telling me that you haven't got it?""Look I…""Just answer the fucking question. Have you got it?""No" Silence.
Cuddy and House looked at each other for a moment and then they heard what sounded like a struggle starting. There was crashing and banging and the sound of the second man begging the first man not to hurt him and telling him that he would get whatever it was that he didn't have. "Please Crash. Please mate I…" Bang.
Cuddy and House both jumped at the gun shot and watched as the body of a man crashed down to the floor at the end of the corridor. Cuddy whispered urgently at House. "Get up" She helped him struggle to his feet just as the second man walked round the corner. Cuddy grabbed House's hand dragged him through the door into the main bar. She raced through as quickly as she could with a drunk 45 year old with a limp until they were outside the bar. Flagging a taxi down Cuddy shoved House in and then climbed in after him. "We'd like to go to the nearest police station please. Quickly." The taxi driver pulled out and started speeding down the road. Cuddy didn't dare look behind her to see if they were being followed. She wasn't really sure what she was doing but she knew the safest place for her and House right now was in a police station. Five minutes into the journey House had fallen asleep on her shoulder and Cuddy was looking nervously out of the window hoping the journey wasn't much longer.