Okay, this chapter is a bit shorter than the rest, but it introduces a new crossover, so I hope that'll make ya'll happy... right? (looks around nervously at angry readers, then disappears under sink)

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Steven smiled with pride as Alan and Jerry brought the young woman into the cabin, dragging her along until they were standing in front of him. "Here you go, boss," Alan said, giving the woman a rough shake. "This one's a good one."

Steven nodded. "Excellent. Go put her in the room with Goren. Make sure you give her whatever she needs." Alan and Jerry nodded and took the woman into the room where Bobby Goren lay unconscious and covered in his own blood. The woman watched them in fear as they threw a first aid kit onto the bed.

"Clean him up. Make sure he doesn't die," Jerry ordered, and the woman nodded stiffly. The two men leered at her before walking out of the room, and the woman shuddered when the door closed and locked.

She looked around the room that she was now trapped in, and she wondered where these freaks had taken her. She wondered how long they planned on keeping her. But most importantly, she wondered if anyone had noticed that she was gone.

The man who was lying on the floor groaned, and her instincts kicked in. Grabbing the first aid kit, she squatted down beside the man and quickly began examining his body. As she washed away the blood, she noted dark bruises in the shape of fists all over his face and upper body, along with several superficial knife wounds.

The man stirred and cracked his eyes open, and she glanced at him and said, "Just relax. I'm a doctor. I'm here to help you." Silence. "What's your name?"

A few silent seconds passed before she heard a very faint, "Bobby."

"Okay, Bobby," she said as tried to smile at him. "You're pretty banged up here, so I'm not going to ask how you're feeling. But I want you to tell me if anything that I'm doing hurts, okay?" He nodded weakly, and she began gently pressing down on his ribs. As soon as she applied pressure, he groaned and shuddered, and she realized that at least one of his ribs was bruised or broken, probably more.

She moved her hands from his ribs up to his lungs, then leaned down to listen to his breathing. She could hear fluid in his lungs with each breath that he took, and she knew beyond a doubt that one of his lungs had been punctured.

His eyes were closed again, and she knew that if he stood a chance of surviving, he needed to get to a hospital, and soon.

The door opened, and she looked up to see Steven walk into the room, and he walked over to them and sat on the bed, crossing his legs. "So, what's your prognosis, Doctor?" he sneered, and she continued to focus on the man lying in front of her.

"He needs to be taken to a hospital, now," she stated evenly, and the man clicked his tongue.

"Sorry, no can do. As you can see, none of you are going anywhere anytime soon."

None of us? she thought, the hairs on her neck rising on end. Slowly, she turned her head to look at the man, eying him closely as all of the pieces fell into place. "You," she started slowly. "You're the one who kidnapped all of those detectives!"

"Guilty as charged," Steven giggled, and her stomach lurched violently.

"You're Steven Kelly," she stated quietly, and he giggled again.

"Yes, I am. And you're Dr. Allison Cameron, one of the best doctors in the United States of America," he drawled, and she flinched as though he had slapped her. "Your boss is Dr. Gregory House, whom you've also been dating for the past six months. But you've done an excellent job hiding it."

Beside her, she could hear the blood building in Bobby's lungs, and her heart began to pound as Steven continued.

"You're probably wondering why I've brought you here today, right?" he asked patiently, and she gave a small nod to appease him. "Because I knew that if anyone could keep these detectives alive long enough for me to use and dispose of them, it would be one of Princeton Plainsboro's finest," he stated proudly, and she almost gagged. "Would you like to know how I found you?" he asked, almost wild with delight.

She didn't move, but he continued anyway.

"I found you on the internet!" he exclaimed triumphantly. "I knew that well," he scoffed and leaned back. "With you being a woman and all, you wouldn't be a problem to simply sneak up on and blitz attack!" He hit his fist into his palm, but she didn't flinch again.

"It doesn't matter," she stated quietly, and his eyes narrowed. "My friends already know I'm gone, and I'll bet that all of New Jersey is looking for me, thanks to House. It's just a matter of time before they find me," she boasted, hiding her fear.

Suddenly he pushed himself off of the bed and crouched down beside her, grabbing her delicate chin in his hand. "Listen here, you little bitch," he hissed venomously, and she froze. "You can just forget about being rescued. Your 'friends' don't care about you, and they're certainly not going to waste their time looking for you. And even if there was one person who microscopically cared enough to look, they'd never find you. Not until I've chopped you up into little pieces and dumped you onto one of their porches," he growled.

She yanked her chin out of his hand and glared at him defiantly. He was lying. House loved her, and she loved him. If she knew the man, he would have all of the country in a crazed frenzy to find her. She would be fine. She finally found her voice, and she spoke, "This man needs to go to a hospital, or he won't survive to see tomorrow."

Steven's smirk fell, and he glared at her and said, "What would you need to save him?"

Her mouth dropped. "What?"

"You heard me. What do you need? A drill? What?" he demanded, the impatience rising in his voice.

"I'd… I'd need a sterile room, anesthesia, a bone saw." She named several other instruments, and he nodded as though he understood what any of those were.

"Okay," he said before he rose to his feet and walked out of the room, leaving Cameron frightened and confused.

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Morales knocked briefly before darting into Alex's hospital room, his eyes wide and his chest heaving. "I got a location!" he said excitedly, waving a piece of paper around. Cragen quickly rose to his feet and snatched the paper, reading it as fast as he could.

Alex watched in with trepidation and some joy as he read the address to Deakins.

"It's not their exact location," Morales stated, and Alex's heart sank. "But it's within a five to ten mile radius, which is good and bad, considering that it's in the middle the wilderness."

"We've got to go, now," Deakins stated, and Cragen nodded his agreement. He rose to his feet, but Alex grabbed his hand and pulled him back. "What is it, Alex?" he asked with concern, and she licked her dry lips.

"Bring him home."

"Don't worry," Cragen assured her gently. "We'll bring him home. We'll bring them all home."

TBC...

A/N: Bet ya'll didn't see that one coming, didya?? (ducks rotten tomatos thrown by Rach and Sweet-4-Stabler)