*Okay here's the final chapter...I'm sorry if you don't like it. Well...no I'm not. I'm sorry I'm not sorry. There ha! * -Kat

Setting Cuddy down on her feet his hands slid up to her neck. Her smooth, pristine neck. His long, musician's hands

slowly tightened around her neck until she stopped breathing and he felt her heart stop. House dropped her to the

floor and proceeded to tour the house, turning off all the lights, closing all curtains, then locking the door behind him

as he left. House went home, burned his coat, hats, scarf, gun, and ammo in his fireplace, vomited several times as

the high wore off, then went to sleep on the kitchen floor.

House woke up with a major migraine and a shooting pain in his leg from sleeping on the kitchen tile. Popping some

ibuprofen and downing a cup or two of coffee, House went to his couch to call Wilson about having no memory from

last night. Maybe he would know. It rang and rang for a full five minutes before House hung up. Well, apparently

Wilson was ignoring him. House wondered what he had done that was so bad that Wilson couldn't talk to him about

it.

So, House then tried Foreman, then Taub, then Cameron and Chase, and then finally, as a last resort, Cuddy. No

one answered. Frustrated, House turned on the TV and watched the news. A snobby reporter was talking about the

murders of seven people last night. House didn't particularly care until their names and faces popped up...James

Wilson, Chris Taub, Eric Foreman, Remy Hadley, Robert Chase, Allison Cameron, and Lisa Cuddy. House leaned over

and clutched at his head in pain, spilling the dark brown coffee all over his new carpet., burning his feet. Flashbacks

from last night came to him in a rush, overwhelming his brain. Memories of a gun, kissing Cuddy before watching the

life slip from her eyes.

A memory from last night stuck itself in the front of his mind, burned there. As Thirteen lay on her floor, just before

she died, she whispered a broken thank you and smiled. She would've ended up killing herself anyway. House now

remembered the promise he had made her when he brought her out of prison. He had promised to euthanize her

when her Huntington's became too much. Well, there's one good thing.

With tear-filled eyes he went to his bedroom and pulled a belt from his closet, tying one around the bars of the vent

on the ceiling and slipping his head through the loop at the end. House looked up, moved to the edge of his large

bed, the place where he and Cuddy proved their love to each other again and again, and jumped.

*Okay thanks for reading...if you have...Okay well please review. I don't care if you didn't like it so don't bother to review if that's what you're reviewing about. Okay thanks..kinda. *-Kat