Author's Note: So here's chapter 2. Don't worry, there will be more plot later, just gotta set the stage first, right? Thanks to my friend Alicia (Miss Dark and Twisted) for BETA.

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.

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Flashback

"You're leaving early," House commented, leaning against the counter in the clinic and watching Cuddy lock the doors to her office.

"I'm entitled to leave early on occasion. Lord knows you leave whenever you feel like it, even when you have a patient," she shot back, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she walked towards the exit.

"Where are you going, to meet some donor and give the old bastard a little one on one love so as to get a couple extra thousand dollars out of him?" he asked, twirling his cane in his hand. Cuddy turned, shooting him a seething glare.

"No. I have a date and I'd like to look presentable for once. Without your interference. I swear to God House, if you ruin another one of my dates you will be doing clinic duty until Cameron and Chase get married and pop out six children," she snapped, turning and slipping out the door. House watched her go, his eyes dropping to her ass.

"At least her anger gives a nice view," he muttered to himself, limping off to find Wilson. It wasn't a hard task the Diagnostician discovered, seeing as Wilson was in his office.

"Why is it that almost every time you come in here with that smirk on your face that I feel like I should be fearing for my job and your sanity?" Wilson asked, looking up from the papers he had been working through. House grinned, flopping down on the couch and looking over at his best friend.

"Oh, no reason, Cuddy was just threatening me with clinic duty as usual," he replied, stretching out. Wilson sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Do I want to know why she felt compelled to threaten you?"

"I just made a comment about her nightly activities," House answered cryptically.

"You're not planning on going to Rumours and ruining her date, are you?" Wilson queried hesitantly.

"I wasn't planning on it, but now that I know where her date is going to be, I may feel slightly compelled to do a little clubbing tonight," he responded. Wilson cursed under his breath for saying anything about where Cuddy was going with her date.

"House, please, don't annoy her today. Let her have one night without you harassing her," the oncologist pleaded. House rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Whatever," was his reply before he stood and left the office. As tempting as pissing off Cuddy was, he didn't really feel in the mood for anymore clinic duty that he was already forced to do.

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House turned a corner on his motorbike, slowing to a halt in front of Rumours, one of the night clubs that graced the Princeton area with its obnoxious music and young, often drunken, patrons. Due to the fact it was only a Thursday there was no line outside the doors, the street mostly clear of pedestrians. He parked the bike a few meters from the doors in an empty space before dislodging his cane and heading to the entrance.

"Good evening Sir, and welcome to Rumours," the bouncer greeted him. House nodded curtly before entering the club, tossing a twenty at the young woman who manned the desk before he wandered further into the dance hall. Strobe lights danced across the room, showing the endless amounts of college students grinding to the heavy bass beat that echoed through the room. House squinted, trying to distinguish who was who in the crowd as he limped towards the bar area.

The lasers spun from the ceiling, making House's eyes hurt. He hadn't been to a dance club since he had been in college. The nagging feeling of dread in his stomach seemed to intensify as he wandered about the room, trying to move through the throng of people that seemed to fill every inch of space. His fingers tightened on his cane as he shoved through the crowd, is eyes catching a flash of dark hair that was moving towards the back of the club. It wasn't the figure he was trying to capture, but rather the male that was following the woman with a dark intent seemingly visible in his presence. House hadn't been able to run since the Ketamine, but he was damned near close to running as he fought through the teenagers towards the darkened hallways that encompassed the back of the nightclub.

House had never realized he could move as fast as he was, no matter how much the cane hindered him. His leg burned from the amount of weight he was putting on it, not to mention his speed, but he ignored it, his mind spinning out of control. He finally made it to the dark hallway, his stomach dropping at the sight in front of him.

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A/N: Chap 3 will be up by the middle of November, or before, it depends on how quickly I can get my psyche and linguistics papers written. Rumours is actually a nightclub in Niagara Falls Ontario. Apparently it's pretty slick. I do plan on going there as soon as I'm 19. Whoo.

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