A/N: Hey there. Sorry that this chapter took longer to put up then I would of liked. Anyway, it's up now so enjoy

Disclaimer: Do you see this sort of plot on House? No? That's because I don't own it (even though I wish that Icould).Die Alone

Chapter 10- Never Trust, Not Even Technology.

Previously:

House held up three fingers then took down two and mouthed the word "one." He reached out for the door and mouthed "two." He then said three and ripped back the door. The man dropped the clock in surprise. He turned to face House and Chase. Two familiar eyes now looked at them. Yet there was an evil sort of glint that had never been there before. The man House trusted the most was now opposite him.

"So, which of your questions would you like to ask first?" Wilson asked slyly. He stopped walking about a ruler length (30 cm) in front of them and then crossed his arms. Chase's mind was screaming, GET HIM! He's the one hurting Cameron. Get him before he escapes, but his body wouldn't do as it was told. He felt as if his feet were attached to the floor. He just stood there staring and House seemed to have the same reaction.

"You really need to remember to remember to wipe the whiteboard clean once you have finished with it." Both House and Chase remained motionless.

"Oh come on! Who, what, when, where, why and how, those were the questions you had written up. Of course back then you had a few more answers. Now you only know the who, yet, you didn't know that until 5 minutes ago," Wilson continued.

"I don't suppose you could tell us what's going to happen in four minutes, could you? That would answer two other questions. You could answer where, why and how while your at it," House suggested. He couldn't hide the anger in his voice.

"You've known me long enough to know that I won't do that. Oh but wait, I'm the only person that you haven't been able to read like a book or at least that's what you think." At House's last comment Chase's gaze left Wilson's eyes and transferred to the fallen clock. It had a crack across its face but it was still clear to see that the hands pointed to 1:17. Wilson noticed this then taunted, "So you have worked out the clock but to be truly honest it wasn't really that hard. You'll just have to wait to find out what will happen." Chase finally lost his temper and snapped out of his 'trance'.

"How can you say you your being truly honest. Obviously you haven't been honest since I met you. The only way you could possibly be honest is to admit what you have done. Admit to being the serial killer that has killed my fiancé," Chase yelled. He hadn't realised that he had walked towards him. They were standing so close that they could feel the other breath onto their skin.

"More like soon-to-be killer," he whispered sending chills down both House's and Chase's spines.

"Serial means more then one," House said. Chase went to punch Wilson but House put a hand out to stop him.

"Hurting him won't help us get Cameron back. It will only be a second wrong. Although his was a whole lot larger it still wouldn't be right."

"Two wrongs were only the beginning," Wilson sneered. House was then the one who punched Wilson in the arm. Chase watched Wilson fall to the floor; a needle still remained in his arm.

"He didn't see me grab it when you were yelling at him. That's why I stopped you," House explained, "Tie him up."

"Something should have happened by now," Chase pointed out to House once they had finished tying up the unconscious Wilson down to a chair. House gazed down upon the fallen clock. House tipped his head slightly to the side and was deep in thought. He stared at the clock hoping for an answer.

"What if he didn't finish setting it?" He said more to himself. Chase had a puzzled look on his face. They stood in silence until it was broken by the sound of Chase's stomach rumbling.

"When was the last time you ate?" Chase shrugged to respond. He had been to worried about Allison to think about eating.

"I'll go and get us some food while you watch him," House ordered with hate as he pointed to the lump in the chair. He limped over to the door and slid it open. He went to step out but he noticed a silver square at his feet. He bent down and picked up the laptop. He tuned around and re-entered Cameron's room. He sat down on the bed and opened up the laptop. There was a note with two words on it: jwilson and cd849-051. He pulled it of the screen and pressed the power button. Chase read the note and then sat down next to House looking at the screen.

"They're the username and password," Chase stated. House logged onto the computer before reaching into his pocket pulled out the CD. He opened that disk tray and placed the CD in the machine. They waited until a movie popped up. He hit play and they watched in silence.

There was a room a lot like they were in except that the walls were round. The image was slowly rotating. The screen continued to move until the bed was in the centre of the screen. On top lay Cameron with hospital robes and a bandage on her left wrist where her hand used to be. It looked as if she was dead except you could see her chest move up and down as she breathed. Her face was really pale. Chase was crying. Half from relief that she was alive and the other was from the pain of seeing her so ill. House had paused the screen as something new popped up onto the screen. Someone was holding up a syringe. The label matched the one on the needle in Wilson's arm but this wasn't what made them stare. It was the hand that held it. It was brown in colour and couldn't be mistaken. Foreman was holding it to the camera. The silence they were sitting in was broken by the loud sound of a gun being fired.

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