Title: Confessions

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own anything

Summary: Cuddy is faced with a suspected case of abuse and tries to help the victim. But her willingness to help puts her in a dangerous position and she begins to fear for her life.

!!Huddy!!!

Chapter 6

"So what's the verdict?" House asked Wilson as they walked toward the parking lot.

"The verdict;" Wilson repeated his comment "What verdict?"

House watched Wilson intently as they climbed into Wilson's car. "You didn't ask her!" he shouted "After calling me a liar! This!" he paused "Is unbelievable!"

"I didn't call you a liar, stop being dramatic!"

"Well you didn't believe me."

"And you're shocked?"

"Yes, you're my best friend. This is heart breaking."

"Well I still don't, because I know you and I know Cuddy, and sleeping with you at any given time for any given reason would be a disaster for the both of you and everyone around you. It's just plain selfish."

"Selfish!" House smirked "Now who's being dramatic?"

"Oh look." Wilson put his foot on the break at the sight of Cuddy heading toward her car. "There's your girlfriend!"

"I never said she was my girlfriend." House corrected him "See there is your problem. You seem to assume that sex with a woman equals a relationship and…"

"Cuddy!" Wilson rolled down his window and pulled into the spot next to Cuddy's car.

"What are you doing?" House sat up in his seat "Don't be ridiculous!" he used the button to roll the window back up.

"House;" Wilson shouted in frustration trying to stop him by pushing his own button. "Grow up!"

Cuddy watched as the driver side window of Wilson's car went halfway up and then back down again, and listened as Wilson and House yelled at each other.

"Knock it off House!" Wilson snapped as the window went back up.

House ignored Wilson, reached for wheel and pulled the keys out of the ignition.

"Wow!" Wilson dropped his hands in defeat.

House looked across at him "Care to share with the rest of the class?"

"You...you are sleeping with her." He whispered

"Oh now you believe me!" House threw the keys back to him "Well you're an idiot!"

Wilson shot a look at him that was full of confusion. "No, you can't take it back now."

"Well." House paused when Cuddy knocked on the window. "I am. If you don't want people to think your an idiot." House leaned closer to him "Then maybe you shouldn't act like one."

"Call me whatever you want House." Wilson shrugged "You wouldn't be so dead set against me asking her if it wasn't true." Wilson concluded

"That's dumb!" House tried to brush it off. "Are you listening to yourself?"

"Yes." Wilson smiled "Yes I am, and I am also trying to figure out that the hell she's thinking!"

Growing impatient Cuddy climbed in the backseat of the car. "Regardless of what the two of you may think, my time is... just that and I don't want it wasted by either of you."

House looked over at Wilson, who in turn was staring at the steering wheel in disbelief.

"Is he alright?" Cuddy spoke again from her position in the back.

"Nope;" House turned to her "We were playing 'Picture Cuddy naked' and now he can't get it out of his head."

Cuddy made a face "Are you finished?" she snapped.

"Yes boss." House replied

"Did you need something?" she leaned forward between the two seats.

"No." Wilson spoke up "House and I were just having a …" he paused "Debate; but we settled it."

"Great." She opened the door to leave the vehicle "Because I don't care enough to get involved! Have a good night." She shut the door and headed back to her car.

"I get it. You're denying the truth because you care about her. Normally you would say something, sexist and insensitive, something that would get the wheels turning and then you would sit back and watch as anyone and everyone ran to Cuddy to verify what you were telling them. But now." Wilson pulled the car out "Now the tables have turned."

House listened intently and watched as Cuddy's car drove from the hospital lot.

"Are we still in awe or can we get out of here?"

Wilson shook his head and started the car "That's a sad cry for attention House." Wilson muttered "A sad, sad cry."

Cuddy pushed open her front door and dropped her bags on the floor.

"I'm coming!" she muttered to herself at the sound of the ringing phone.

Slightly stumbling over the rug as she went, Cuddy reached the phone, and quickly answered.

"Hello?" she spoke, waiting for a response.

"Hello?"

Cuddy sighed and looked down at the screen on her handset. "Unknown." She read aloud, before placing the phone back on its base.

"So what exactly happened then?" Wilson inquired as he rested on the couch in House's living room.

"Are we still talking about this?" House sighed throwing him a beer.

"Yes, because you have a problem with telling the truth and since you brought me into this I'm going to push until I get it."

"It's not that complex poindexter."

"You like her." Wilson smirked "You like her, look you're blushing like a school girl."

House frowned "Like you would know what a blushing school girl even looks like." He paused taking a swig of his beer. "Dr. Charm!"

"You are a master at deflecting, that's a real talent you've got there. I bet it's a big with…."

"Can you shut up now?"

"Admit it!"

"I will admit nothing."

"So let me get this straight….."

"If you can."

"First you claim to be sleeping with Cuddy, and you pretty much turned blue in the face trying to convince me and then you get anxious when I try to ask her. And then once I was convinced; you tell me nothing happened. You're a real piece of work. You know that right?"

"I do," he nodded picking up his guitar "And my mommy is so proud!"

"I will mom." Cuddy smiled as she spoke to her mother. "I'll call you this weekend and let you know if I can make it."

Cuddy nodded as her mother rambled, on the other line. "I love you too." She replied. "I…" she paused when she heard her cell phone ringing. "Okay, Mom I've got to go." She hung up with her mother and ran to the kitchen where her cell phone was charging.

"Hello?" she quickly picked up the phone expecting a call from the hospital.

"Hello?" she spoke again, this time with authority in her tone.

Cuddy waited a few seconds more and flipped her cell phone closed. "What the hell?" she whispered to herself as she noticed for the second time the unknown number reading on the small screen.

Taking the cell phone with her, she heading to the bathroom and began to fill her bathtub with water. Setting both phones down on the counter she pulled her hair into a pony tail and then unbuttoned her blouse.

Seconds later Cuddy slid peacefully into the bubble filled bathtub in attempts to relax after her long day and her encounter with Baker Green.

"You know, you would be lucky to have her."

House rolled his eyes.

"She's smart and beautiful and…"

"Every teen-aged boy's wet dream." House jumped in.

"And she's got a great career; she wouldn't depend on you to take care of her financially."

"I wouldn't anyway."

"I'm just saying…"

"I'd rather you didn't…"

"That she's a good catch."

"I'm not fishing Wilson; Cuddy is not a good catch. A good catch is when you sit on the lake for an hour and end up getting enough fish to feed a village."

"It's a metaphor, you know what I mean."

"Unfortunately…" House added

"Swallow your pride House!" Wilson advised "Life is going to pass you by."

"If I have to hear this from you every time I kiss a woman then I'm giving it up cold turkey!"

"And there it is!" Wilson jumped up and ran to the fridge for a second beer. "You kissed her, it's not exactly a marriage proposal but at least you've got the guts. I'm proud of you." he grinned. "Wow, you kissed her. "

"Okay, enough with the after school special smile. I'm begging you." House pleaded as he continued to strum his guitar.

Cuddy stretched out in the warmth of the water with her head resting on the back of the tub, she slowly closed her eyes and sighed with relief as her mind went blank. The music playing in the background kept her at peace.

"Damn..." she whispered to herself when the music stopped and power that lit her home cut out. Removing the washcloth that rested on her face, she slowly sat up.

From her position in the tub she could hear footsteps in the hallway. Cuddy slowly stood up and stepped out of the tub. Feeling her way around the dark room she located her towel and wrapped it around her body.

"Hello?" she called into darkness as she grabbed her cell phone off of the counter.

"House?" she called; fear taking over her tone. "Is that you?" Cuddy inched toward her bathroom door; she opened her cell phone and scrolled down the list of contacts. If House was there in her home, his phone would ring and she would hear it.

The light from the cell phone illuminated the bathroom as she waited for the call to connect. "Shit!" she cursed quietly as her feet slid in the water that had pooled underneath her dripping wet frame. In an attempt she reached for the counter to keep from falling, the cell phone in her hand flew out and landed in the tub she had just climbed out of.

"Shit." She cursed again. Cuddy slid silently to the floor and listened. She closed her eyes hoping that she would wake up from this dream that was turning into a nightmare. But when she opened her eyes she was still on the floor, and she was still in the dark.

The only difference was that she could smell a strong scent that unfortunately reminded her of her encounter with Baker Green.

Cuddy's heart began to race at the realization that this man was in her house. Not wanting to stay in the bathroom, like a sitting duck Cuddy took a deep breath and took a position on her hands and knees. She then listened as the footsteps began to descend and she made her move.

Bit by bit she began to turn the knob on the bathroom door and soon she was able to feel the cool air from the hallway hit her towel wrapped body.

Still on her hands and knees she took another deep breath and emerged from the dark bathroom into the dark hallway.

"Going somewhere?"

Cuddy froze at the deep booming voice. Her body began to tremble when she felt his breath on her ear.

"Why so silent?" he whispered as he brought a hand up to caress her face.

Cuddy slapped the invisible hand away and quickly scrambled to her feet.

The intruder reached for her and wrapped his large hands around her wrists. "Where is she?" he sneered pulling her into his body.

Cuddy struggled in his grasp "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're lying to me Doctor." He whispered slamming her back against the wall. "You better believe that I'll find her."

Cuddy strained to pull from his grasp. "Let go. You're hurting me." She pleaded." Let…." She pulled once more and the man loosened his grip.

Cuddy's body spun around and slammed against the wall behind her. She could instantly feel the goose egg form on her forehead.

"You better pray that I find her." He stood over her, shining his flashlight in her face. "Or the bump on your head will be the least of your worries."

House awoke on his couch to the glow of his television set. He opened his eyes and groaned at the pain in his leg. Not wasting anytime he sat up, reached for the Vicodin bottle and popped two pills in his mouth. He then switched off his television, readjusted himself and laid back down.

His eyes were only closed for a few seconds when he heard knocking at his door.

House opened his eyes and paused for a moment. He wasn't sure if he was hearing correctly and if he didn't have to get off the couch he wasn't going to.

He waited for a second and when he heard nothing, he closed his eyes again.

"House?" the tiny voice called from the hallway.

House sat up and looked at his front door.

"House it's me." she knocked again.

Easing his sore leg off of the couch, he slowly put his feet to the floor and pulled himself off of the couch.

Not bothering to grab his cane, he slowly limped to the door. "The building had better be on fire." he muttered swinging the door open.

"Hi...." she whispered looking up at him.

"Do you have any idea..." he paused taking note of the bump on her forehead, her messy hair, and the stains on her face that he assumed were from tears. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Can...." she whispered avoiding direct eye contact, as tears began to form "Can... I come in?"

TBC