Chase approached the door. Peering around the area he noted a closed sign on the shop. He knocked and noticed a hesitant figure that was somewhat silhouetted. Slowly, the figure approached the door.

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The clinic nurse, whom Cameron now recalled as being named Rick, slowly closed the basement door behind him. Cameron felt a rush of panic fill her. Please don't be Chase…please don't be him…please… Hesitant footsteps was all that Cameron heard across the ceiling above her. Silence ensued for a few moments, a few precious moments, someone's last moments. Cameron found herself shaking uncontrollably as tears welled in her eyes.

Bang! The sound shook the foundation of the building, shattered the air, and the sound shattered Cameron's heart. She fell to the ground in a river of tears and loud sobbing. Someone was dead, Chase could be dead. The thought of his body lying motionlessly on the ground with a bullet wound through his heart caused Cameron to cry harder.

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The door opened slowly and Chase stood there rather impatiently. I know that someone's in there. They can't possibly think that I didn't see them. It was a stout old man, bald, with eyes that showed much age. He was also as pale as the wall. "I'm sorry, but we're closed." (No, Chase isn't dead. I did have you there for a minute didn't I?)

"I'm sorry, but I'm looking for someone. Have you seen a young woman about this high…" Chase motioned with his hand. "and she is a brunette." Chase's face displayed much worry for his missing colleague, friend, and potentially someone more that just a good friend. Or at least that is what he hoped.

The man introduced himself as Gino and was the owner of the coffee shop that was closest to Cameron's apartment. "Sorry, but I haven't. We haven't even opened yet."

Chase looked to the ground, his eyes were sullen. "Thanks anyway." Chase turned to leave when Gino stopped him.

"Do you have a picture of her? If I see her I'll let you know."

Chase whipped out his sleek Razor cell phone and skimmed the limited pictures on his phone. He had one that he couldn't remember when he took it, but it looked as if they were at the diner judging by the background. There was one other picture…but that was taken last night and wasn't very appropriate to be shown to anyone for that matter.

Gino took a long and hard look at it and exchanged numbers with Chase. "If I see her, I'll call." It was nice to see that at least there were still kindhearted people in this world. The way that the world is now, you'd think that they would have died out by now.

"Thanks." Chase quickly jumped into his car and put the key into the ignition and the engine roared to life. Before departing to his next destination he tried Cameron's cell one more time. There was no answer. Well, then to Starbucks. Chase peeled out of the driveway and headed towards the Starbucks, about a five minute commute.

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Feet once more stomped toward the door to the basement that held Cameron and Lynda. The door swung open and Rick came storming down the steps. "What the hell are you crying for?! Shut the hell up!"

Cameron was having a hard time stopping herself.

"Look Dr. Cameron, it wasn't your precious boyfriend, Dr. Chase." He looked down venomously at her.

"He's not my--" Cameron sobbed. He's still alive!

"Sure he isn't. Everyone says that. Now shut your pretty little mouth and stay there." He climbed up the stairs and shut the door behind him.

Cameron sat there and curled herself into a ball, hugging her knees. Why does he know so much about me. When did I meet Rick? I can't remember. I know I see him in the clinic all the time and…wait…I do remember. Cameron was walking through the clinic quickly. She was making haste because she was more than late for her clinic duty and didn't want to get stuck staying a little later to make up for lost time. She maneuvered around the desk and ran straight into a nurse that was carrying a lot of papers. The papers fell to the floor in a flurry, along with the nurse himself.

"I am so sorry!" Cameron declared. "I was in such a rush and--"

"It's ok, Dr. Cameron." He looked at her and smiled a bright smile. He ran a hand through his black hair.

Cameron was puzzled. "I don't think I've ever met you before. How do you know me?"

He smiled, "I've…heard a lot about you." He hesitance to answer her question worried Cameron a little. "Besides, who could ever miss your perfect round…'posterior' walking through the hospital."

Cameron gawked and got to her feet as fast as she could. "I'm…I'm late. I've got to go." Cameron ran off and into a distant exam room.

Lynda came over to Cameron to shake her from her thoughts. Cameron was shaking her head. "Don't the other shop owners around here hear the shots?" She calmed down a bit since she gave herself a minute to reflect.

Lynda lowered her head, "The shop owners around here are very close knit. Before even considering calling the cops they head over to the source to find out what happened. They trust each other too much. The shots that rang out before you got here and the one just now…was the owners of the area shops. And business is so dead around her usually, no pedestrian could have heard anything. If we are lucky that one did, they probably disregarded it."

No wonder House doesn't trust anyone…this is what becomes of trust? Thank goodness Lynda knows so much about…wait, why does she know so much? She doesn't work here. "Hey Lynn." Cameron said.

"Yes." She answered all too fast.

Cameron stood and backed up away from "Lynda". "You…you…are Lynn. What the hell did you lie to me?!" Cameron yelled as loud as she could while whispering.

"Fine, so I am Lynn, but do you think that I'm going to take a chance with anyone knowing that I'm here?! You'd be crazy. I was figuring that you'd run to Rick if he asked you who you were talking to, so I lied."

"How do I know I can trust you now that I know that you don't trust me." Cameron was on edge and her voice shaking.

"I don't know, can you trust me? But the real question is can I trust you?" Lynn was there this whole time. The one that Rick the clinic nurse and his girlfriend Melanie was looking for.

What have I gotten myself into? How much do I really know? Can I trust Lynn? All I wanted was to get some damn coffee this morning and it turns into a hostage situation over money all because I wanted coffee. I never want coffee again. I'm going to start drinking just green tea, no coffee. Coffee is the reason I'm in this situation to begin with. I need a bodyguard. I should have waited for Chase. I need Chase. I…I love Chase. Cameron busted into tears, but rejected comfort from Lynn. "I just want to see Chase again! I wasn't supposed to fall in love with him!! But I did, I have been, and that's all I ever want to be. I want to be with him! I…I…love him. I can't believe I'm saying this!"

Lynn listened carefully to Cameron's rant, "Hmm…" She laughed a little. "I'll get you out of here. I know how. You don't…you don't deserve this…"

"Deserve what?"

"To be here. To be suffering this, alone, like you are now. You never should have been caught up in this. But first, I think you need to know the truth about all of this."

Puzzled, Cameron took a seat on the cold floor. "Truth about what?"

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Chase pulled up to the Starbucks. He parked the car and ran out. Cameron's car is here. Thank God, she's got to be here. Chase went into the Starbucks to find it empty. Curious, he looked around. "Hello?" He called out and a woman's voice answered him back.

"Be there in a minute!"

Chase saw no sign of Cameron. Her car is here, where is she? Chase looked around the counter and saw Cameron purse in plain sight, her phone was exposed slightly. She's here, but no where to be seen. Chase looked down at the floor and saw a sight that made him choke a little. There was dried blood on the floor and a small fresh spot. Cameron! Don't be you! Don't let that be your blood! Chase grabbed his phone and hit 9-1-1. A cold object pressed against the side of his head and another hand closed his phone.

"I wouldn't do that, Dr. Chase."

Sorry for the slow updates, but school seems to keep me busy. Please review, let me know how I'm doing!