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A/N: I'd like to thank you all for your lovely reviews and tell you how happy I am to see some of the people who are reading and reviewing "foetus" reading and reviewing this one too! It means a lot to know people like my work and not just one story XD So yea, special thanks to you guys :)
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In his room two doors down, Daniel chambers hid his face into the pillow. As soon as he'd heard his father telling her to hurry up, he'd known it would be another of those nights.
Now, Daniel may have been an 11 year old boy, but he knew things many 16 year olds barely dreamed of. He'd heard and seen things that most adults would cringe at. And he knew what a bad night was like. The previous one had been terrible, this one probably wouldn't. His mother rarely fought him off two night in a row.
And as much as Daniel hated the situation, he did understand her. There was no point. He was bigger and stronger and, whether she fought him or not, he'd end up having his way. So why fight?
Closing his eyes and placing the pillow over his head, Daniel concentrated on falling asleep. He thought of school and his new science project, of his favourite TV shows and the new video game his Uncle James had promised him. And, strangely it was thinking of James Wilson and that other doctor his mother worked with but who refused to be called 'uncle' that the boy fell asleep, finally drowning out the sounds of another 'bad night'.
The next morning, House sat in his office, at an hour that, firstly he didn't know existed and, secondly, no one would believe he'd be up at, pondering what to do.
And that was how he decided.
If Wilson wasn't going to believe and help him, then, he'd have to take matters into his own hands. He'd always known that John was a piece of work, he'd always smelt something fishy about the guy, and now he knew. And he wouldn't just let it go. He couldn't
"Hello?" House spoke into the phone the next morning in his office.
"Hello?"
"Do you have a student by the name of Rebecca Elisa Chambers?" he asked into the phone, his voice slightly masked by the accent he was attempting to put on.
"Who is this?" came a voice from the other end.
"She's being abused"
"Who are you? Hello?"
"If you don't believe me, check for yourselves, it should be pretty obvious … bruises, cuts, anything …"
"Hello? Who are you? What do you want?"
But House had already clicked off.
When Mrs. Taylor, the school headmistress, put the phone down, she simply sat there, staring at it. Who was that man, what did he want? Should she be worried? Call the police, check for herself? What?
Picking up the phone and dialling the necessary extension, she made up her mind.
"Excuse me, Ann?" came a voice from the doorway
"Oh, Jen, come in" she smiled at the second grade teacher
"You said it was urgent?"
"Yes, well. I don't quite know how to say this but, er, I received a phone call this morning, from an anonymous male, uh, regarding one of your students, a Miss. Rebecca Chambers?"
"Becca, yes, lovely girl, what'd he say?" asked the young woman slightly preoccupied.
"Well, he seemed to be under the impression that the girl is being, in some way, abused …" Ann paused "well, I didn't want to jump to precipitated conclusions and call the police, but I do think it's worth a check, don't you?"
"Well, yes, of course!" replied Jen "Although, I must say, she's such a well adjusted, happy girl, I don't quite see how …"
"Sometimes it's the ones we least expect, Jennifer …" sighed Mrs. Taylor.
"Alright, I'll take her to the nurse's office right away"
"Oh and, Jen" added the headmistress as the young teacher prepared to exit the office "until we know something, this stays between us and the nurse, let's not forget the girl has an older brother here …"
Nodding, the teacher left and Ann returned to her ponderings.
"What's going on here?" asked Lisa entering the clinic where a child's cries, loud male voices and angry female voices could be heard.
"The police just brought in a little girl, beating, apparently" explained one of the younger nurses who was just rushing past Lisa on her way to the lab.
"Thank you" she nodded
Lisa headed towards the policeman standing just inside the clinic "Excuse me, what exactly is going on here?"
"And you would be?" he asked looking down at her from his much taller frame
"Dr. Lisa Chambers, Dean of Medicine" she replied not liking something in the man's tone "you can't just walk in here and …"
"Chambers, did you say?" he asked looking at a file in his hand.
"Yes, why?"
But before Lisa could get a reply, House and Wilson's passed right by them and headed towards the cop standing by the door to exam room 3.
"Drs House and Wilson?" asked the cop looking at the two men, particularly the one lacking a white coat, a shave and a good night's sleep.
"Yes, you had us paged?" asked Wilson checking his pager to confirm just as House pushed in front of him.
"She in there?" asked House nodding towards the door
"Yes, sir. We're still waiting for the parents but, in this kind of case, we usually allow the doctors to do their part before letting the parents in, you know, because of possible involvement, you understand"
Nodding, House pushed past him into the room just as Wilson began to ask what was going on.
"I want my mom!" cried Rebecca as the nurse tried to get her to hold still while a female cop tried to photograph her back.
"When we're done here, we'll get your mommy, dear" soothed the nurse as Rebecca cried more.
"Becca?!" asked Wilson turning to House "What's going on?"
"Remember what I told you last night?" asked House putting some gloves on and heading towards the little girl "seems I wasn't as off track as you thought"
"House, you had her brought here on the suspicion that …"
"Does that" House pointed to the girls back where large bruises and a cut could be seen "look like a suspicion to you, Dr. Wilson?"
"Oh my …" Wilson found himself speechless.
"House!" cried the girl overjoyed at spotting someone she knew "Uncle James"
"Hey, Becca" said Wilson walking towards her with a friendly smile "it's ok, I've got her" he added to the nurse
"Becca" called the female cop "Becca, I need to ask you a few questions, ok?"
TBC
I hope you liked that, I think we're starting to get more into the action of the story now, so I hope you like this and stay with me to see where it goes … Well, I already know here it goes ; )
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