Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: What if Tony was in a serious relationship throughout the series? What if House was in a serious relationship throughout the series? What if this relationship was with each other?

Pairing: House/Tony established. Implied Cameron/Chase, implied Abby/McGee.

Author's Note: This is an episode tag. To the House season two finale, No Reason.

Unknown Future
by: JnnLuvsU

Chapter 7: Bullets
Chapter Summary: House gets shot. Tony rushes to Princeton. Cuddy and the Ducklings find out.

Background: This ones takes place in May 2006, just before Gibbs leaves for Mexico. So he's still in this one. Season three NCIS. Season two House.


Tony pounded his keyboard, trying to find out where his report had gone. His phone began ringing and he picked it up, his focus still mainly on his computer. "DiNozzo."

"Tony?" A vaguely familiar voice asked, but Tony couldn't place it.

He frowned, narrowing his eyes at his computer, this close to pitching it to the floor, "At your service," he quipped, "Who is this?"

"Tony, it's James..."

Tony froze, his computer forgotten. No wonder the voice had sounded so familiar. But James never called him. "Is something wrong, James?" he asked.

Wilson took a deep breath, "It's House, Tony...he...an angry patient..." he trailed off.

Tony felt panic rising. "Greg pisses off patients all the time, James. What happened?"

"He got shot," Wilson whispered. "Twice."

Tony's face drained of all color and he began to shake, "Shot?" he echoed weakly.

"In the stomach and neck," Wilson reported. "He's in surgery. I just..."

Tony shot out of his desk chair, "He's alive?"

"God, I'm sorry, Tony," Wilson returned. "Yes, he's alive. I didn't think...I'm sorry."

"I'm on my way," Tony promised.

"You'll probably be here before he gets out of surgery," Wilson informed him.

"See you in a few hours." He hung up the phone, turning to find three people staring at him. He grabbed his jacket, badge, and gun. "I'm sorry, boss. I've...I got to go."

Tim stood as well, "Is something wrong?"

Tony nodded, fighting tears. "It's Greg. He was shot. I'm really sorry boss. I...I'm really sorry." He pleaded with Gibbs.

Gibbs nodded, "Go. Call."

Tony nodded, "Thanks." He took off down the stairs quickly, not bothering to wait for the elevator.

Gibbs and Tim shared a glance as Ziva looked confused, "Who is Greg?" she asked.


Tony ran into Princeton-Plainsborough Teaching Hospital, heading directly to the ICU. He ran to the desk, "I'm looking for House." At the woman's confused look, he sighed, "Dr. Greg House. He was shot."

The nurse nodded, quickly getting over the fact that someone had actually come looking for House. "He's still in surgery, sir. You have to be family to go into the ICU."

Tony put his head in his hands, fighting tears. "Can you tell me anything?" he begged.

She shook her head, "You have to be next of kin, sir." She did at least look apologetic.

Tony nodded, "Can I talk to Dr. Wilson?" He was slowly losing it.

She nodded, "I'll have him paged."

Tony was pacing when Wilson appeared moments later. Wilson could see Tony's fear and concern. He'd never been privy to what had brought these two unlikely people together; hadn't even known about their relationship for the first year. But the care, and dare he say it, love the two men had for one another was infallible. "Tony," he whispered.

Tony's eyes shot to Wilson, "James. How...how is he? They...they said they couldn't tell me anything. I'm not family..."

Wilson sighed, "Come on, Tony. He just got out of surgery. They say it went well. I'll take you to him." He took Tony's arm.

Tony sighed, "But what about...I'm not family, James."

Wilson laughed. "Do you want to see him or not?"

"Shutting up now," Tony returned, allowing James to lead him down the hallway.


Wilson held off Cuddy and the fellows for as long as he could, knowing their reaction to Tony would be shock. He figured House, and Tony, deserved what discretion he could give them. Tony was sleeping when they finally pushed past him into House's room.

Tony's eyes shot open when people entered the room. He pulled his head off the bed and discreetly removed his hand from House's as he looked at the people in the room.

Cuddy froze at the sight of the young, incredibly good looking man sitting next to House's bed. Cameron, Foreman, and Chase shared equal looks of confusion and shock.

Tony smiled shyly at the four people staring at him in shock. "Hi," he whispered.

Wilson pushed past the four people still staring at Tony, "Sorry, Tony," he muttered.

Tony shook his head, "Not your fault James. Bound to happen sooner or later." He stood. "I'm Anthony DiNozzo." He held out his hand.

As one, the four people in front of him looked down at his hand. But no one moved to shake it. Tony lowered it awkwardly. "Okay, look, um, apparently I'm a shock."

Cuddy recovered first, "I apologize, Mr. DiNozzo," she stammered. "We just weren't aware that House had friends. Aside from us..." she still appeared confused, "Wait...House doesn't have any other friends...Who are you?"

Tony frowned, "No offense, but apparently you don't know that much about Greg."

Cuddy bristled. She'd known House for years. Probably knew him better than just about anyone else and certainly longer than anyone else, including Wilson. "Excuse me?"

Wilson sighed, "He's right, Cuddy. Don't question Tony's presence. He's not going away."

"Damn right he's not," came a weak voice from the bed.

Tony turned his attention back to the man in the bed, "Hey, Greg. How you feeling?"

"Like I've been shot," House returned, groaning.

Tony winced in sympathy, "Know that feeling," he admitted. "But I'm supposed to get shot. You, on the other hand, are supposed to treat gunshot wounds, not experience them."

House glared at him, "You told me you've never even been close to getting shot," he reminded the other man.

Tony looked away, "Um, yeah, about that..." He grinned, "Everyone lies."

House continued to glare, "We're coming back to this," he warned. He turned to everyone else in the room, "So, where's crazy patient man who shot me?"

"He's under guard down the hallway," Wilson told him as the other four kept staring between House and Tony.

House sighed, "I need more medication before we have this conversation," he muttered.

Cuddy sighed, "Your morphine drip is working," she commented.

"Fine," House growled. "Everyone, meet NCIS special agent Anthony DiNozzo. Tony, this is Dr. Lisa Cuddy, my boss. And these are my minions Foreman, Cameron, and Chase."

"What's NCIS?" Cuddy asked.

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service," Chase answered automatically.

Everyone turned as one to stare at him. He shrugged, "Had a run in with them once. Right after I'd moved to the states. Met a decidingly creepy, disarming man named Gibbs."

Tony laughed. Wilson chuckled and even House cracked a smile. "Did he make you think you were guilty," Tony quipped.

"Nearly," Chase returned, shuddering. "You know him?"

Tony nodded, "He's my boss."

Chase paled, nodding slowly. "Right." He unconsciously backed up.

"So you're like a FBI agent?" Cameron asked.

Tony frowned. "No. I'm a Navy cop. Big difference. Mainly when it comes to salary."

"Are you in the navy?" Foreman asked.

Tony laughed, "No. I'm a civilian. Most NCIS agents are."

"So, how do you know House?" Cameron asked.

Tony looked at House. He knew the older man wasn't exactly out to his co-workers. "We met over three years ago," he offered.

House sighed, raising his bed. "That's enough interrogating. Time to leave. Everyone out. Except you, Tony. We need to talk." He grabbed Tony's wrist.

Tony nodded, "I kinda hoped you'd forget about that." But he perched on the bed none the less.

House glared at everyone over Tony's shoulder until the room was empty. He turned back to Tony, "You lied to me?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.

"I thought it was understood I was lying, like when you tell me you aren't in pain." Tony gave House a knowing look.

"How many times?" House demanded to know, deflecting Tony's statement.

Tony shrugged, "Mostly grazes. Shoulder once, right after I'd started in Philly. Same shoulder again not long before we met. Only grazes since then. Arm a few times, chest."

"I don't like the idea of you getting hurt," House muttered.

Tony smiled, "That's why I lie." He ran his finger along House's palm, "I have an excuse, though. You don't. You're a doctor, for heaven's sake. I'm a cop. I expect to get shot at. Damn it, Greg." His voice was shaking now. "When James called and told me you were shot, I thought...I thought you were dead."

House intwined their fingers, "That just makes us even. How do you think I felt when Abby called me last year? You looked a lot worse than I do now, I promise."

Tony sighed, rubbing his eyes. He knew House was right. "What are we going to tell your collegues?"

"I don't give a damn what they know. How long do you get to stay?" House asked.

Tony shrugged, "I haven't called Gibbs. I have plenty of vacation time saved up. I can stay as long as I want." He looked at House, "Or as long as you want me to."

House nodded, "And if I want forever?"

Tony's eyes sparkled. "You've already got me forever. Just because we work in two different places doesn't mean I'm not yours."

"There's something I want to show you when I get out of here," House whispered.

Tony nodded, "We can do that."


"You're dating House?" Cameron asked in disbelief.

Tony smiled, amused at her disbelief. "Yes," he stated plainly. He addressed the four people standing in front of him. "Why do you find that so hard to believe?"

"He's a bastard."

"He's bitter."

"He's miserable."

Their answers were rapid firing. Only Chase remained silent. Tony's smile faded. He held up his hands, "Okay. I get it. You don't like him. I do. And frankly, that's all that matters." His phone rang and he pulled it out. "DiNozzo," he answered, headed back to House's room.

"Tony, it's Abby. How's House?"

Tony smiled, "He's getting better. Hoping to be released tomorrow."

"Then I'm right in time," she returned, and Tony not only heard the voice in his ear, but also from behind him. He grinned, turning. "Hey, Abs," he said, "What are you doing here?"

"Bossman was going to come, but didn't know how House would take that, so here I am. Is he okay?" She bypassed the four people staring at her, looking at Tony, "What's with the crowd," she whispered when she'd reached him.

Tony sighed, "They're having a hard time believing that Greg and I are actually dating. They've looked like that for days. James assures me it's not how they normally are." He led Abby to them. "Everyone, this is Abigail Scuito. She works for NCIS. Abs, Drs. Cuddy, Foreman, Chase, and Cameron."

Abby approached Chase, "I know you."

Chase paled, backing up, "No...no you don't."

Tony pulled Abby's arm, "Leave him alone, Abs. He had a bad run in with Gibbs."

Abby nodded, patting his arm sympathetically, "Sorry, doc." She turned back to Tony, "Where's House? I brought him some stuff."

Tony groaned, "You're going to get caught one day," he hissed as he led her down the hall, "and then you're going to get us in trouble."

Abby shrugged, "He likes it." She followed Tony into House's room, vaguely aware that the four people had followed them. She grinned, "Cripple!" She ran to the bed and perched herself on it.

House grinned, "Goth Girl!" he returned. "What brings you to my humble hospital?"

"Had to see it for myself," she informed him. She leaned down to his ear, "I thought Gibbs was the only person alive who could make people want to shoot him."

House laughed. "You have no idea."


Tony sat next to House's bed; Wilson had taken Abby to stay at his place for the night. "You're getting released tomorrow. Excited?"

House sighed, looking away, "Not really," he admitted.

Tony frowned, moving to sit on the bed, "Why not?"

House shrugged, still not looking at him, "The sooner I get released, the sooner you're going to have to leave." Then his eyes lit up, "Can I show you what I wanted to tomorrow?"

Tony nodded, "Abby will still be here, if you don't mind her coming." He gave House a chaste kiss on the lips, "I'm here for at least another week," he promised.

House smiled softly, running a hand through Tony's hair, "Goth Girl can come."

"Why do your fellows and your boss have trouble believing that we're together?" Tony asked. He looked down, frowning.

House sighed, lifting his chin, "It's nothing against you," he promised. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Tony, and then look at me. We don't go together. You're...gorgeous, funny, sexy as hell. And I'm...me. Misanthropic crippled drug addict who's ten years older than you. This is why I didn't want you to meet them. I knew they'd spark these...insecurities."

Tony cut House off with a kiss, peppering his jawline with small nips between words, "You're stunningly hot, breathtakingly sexy, loving, loyal, everything I want." He pulled back to look House in the eye, "They're not prodding insecurities, I was just wondering. I thought...I thought they didn't think I was good enough for you," he finished in a whisper, looking away.

House tugged on Tony's hand, "Just the opposite," he returned once Tony was looking him, "They don't think I'm good enough for you." He smiled, "I don't want to talk about them anymore. Lay with me, Tony."


Tony stopped the car when House told him to, frowning at their destination. "Greg, what are we doing in Newark, Delaware?"

House smiled, "Come on." He struggled to get out of the car. Tony quickly walked around to help him, but Abby got there first. House winced.

Tony sighed, "We could have done this tomorrow," he stated. "I didn't know we were driving halfway to DC."

House stood straight, relieving Abby of his weight. "Precisely." He walked to the house in front of him, pulling out a key. "You know me. I don't spend money that often. I make ridiculous amounts, the majority of which go into savings. I buy things, and I always pay cash. That way I'm not invested in anything." He unlocked the door, leading Tony and Abby inside.

They followed him, "I'm still confused, Greg. Whose house is this?"

House stopped in the middle of the small living room. "Ours." He held up his hands, "This is my first investment." He walked to Tony, shooting a look at Abby. She disappeared and House smiled, turning his attention back to Tony. "Actually, this is my second investment. Cause, I'm completely invested in you." He wrapped his arms around Tony.

Tony hugged him back, totally in shock, "Greg..."

House pulled back, "I know it's impractical, I know it's stupid, but I want this, Tony. I'm tired of long distance, tired of just phone calls and stolen weekends. Over three years we've been doing that." He leaned close to Tony's ear, "I'm tired of going to bed alone most nights."

Tony nodded, "Me, too, Greg. Me, too. But wouldn't it be easier if I just moved closer to Princeton?"

House shook his head, "I wouldn't dream of making you leave a job you love."

"So you would drive almost two hours to work everyday just to live with me? For me?" Tony was in disbelief.

House chuckled, "Yes." He kissed Tony softly, "What do you say?"

Tony smiled, "I say yes."

House nodded, "Now, like I said, I know it's impractical. I mean, you get cases that go to all hours of the night. I have patients that do the same thing..."

Tony nodded, "I know. We'll make it work," he promised. He was grinning like a little kid, "Give me a tour?"

House smiled, "Thank you, Tony," he whispered earnestly. "Come on."

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Jeanne... Gibbs' return...