Everybody Lies

Chapter 10

"Where are we going, Master?" Anakin asked as he gracefully piloted their airspeeder through Coruscant's space lanes.

"Are you hungry, Padawan?" Obi-Wan asked, amusement in his voice.

Anakin made a face. "Not if it's at Dex's.

Obi-Wan chuckled. "I find his sliders quite tasty."

Anakin merely rolled his eyes and he directed the speeder to land right behind the diner. The two Jedi exited the craft and entered the noisy dining room.

The waitress, Hermione, spotted them immediately. "Dex," she said. "Jedi are here."

The Besalisk moved as quickly as he could move his bulk from behind the kitchen counter and he quickly embraced Obi-Wan with two hands and ruffled Anakin's hair with one of his others.

"Obi-Wan!" Dex greeted before turning his large eyes on Anakin. "And the small fry."

"Are you hungry?" Dex asked. "Everything is on the house."

Anakin snorted.

"Funny you should say that Dex," Obi-Wan started. "We're here because of the kidnapping of Corellian doctor Greg House. Have you heard anything?"

"Everyone has heard about his disappearance, it's all over the holonet." Dex replied.

"We're the Jedi team that are trying to find him. I was wondering if you could see if any of your contacts could turn up a lead."

"I'll look into it," Dex said, grinning.

"Thank you my friend," Obi-Wan replied. Then he turned to Anakin. "The forensic team why searched House's apartment brought all the evidence to the Temple for analysis. Until Dex can provide us with any information, we're going to begin our search there."

Anakin groaned inwardly thinking of the tedious task ahead. It was going to be a long day.

"Cheer up, Anakin," Obi-Wan said with a smile. "We won't start our work on an empty stomach."

Greg House looked at the medical file in front of him with growing confusion and annoyance. Partially because he didn't see anything on the chart that would indicate the being was sick. For all he knew this was a fairly healthy patient and this chart was a huge test or a joke of some kind. The most aggravating part was there was no history on the patient of any kind.

There was virtually no information on the patient's age, gender, planet of origin, or even species. For a doctor who always wanted to know everything, this frustrated him beyond belief. He could sprout off dozens of generic illnesses, but there was no way any doctor could make an accurate diagnosis without it. House decided not to do anything, he really didn't fear Moriarty. Or rather his anger at the man's actions negated the fear he felt for his situation.

Moriarty was obviously keeping him here because he wanted something. It could be for a ransom but somehow House doubted that. So he surmised that it had to be because he wanted something from him. So the doctor figured that he didn't have to take Moriarty's words at face value. He wouldn't kill House until he had what he needed, a perfect diagnoses to treat this mysterious patient.

So House closed the file and waited, and luckily he didn't for very long.

"What did you learn?" Moriarty asked neutrally.

"That you are a kriffing idiot if you think I can solve this," House retorted.

"You must not want this," Moriarty commented, holding up a hypo.

"I'm not a little animal you can train," House replied holding up the file. "No doctor can figure this out."

"What?" Moriarty said. "Not even the great Greg House, who can solve anything?"

"You want me to give you an accurate diagnoses. Fine then give me a complete chart!" House demanded.

"What information do you need?"

"Let's see," House said opening the datacard again. "Age, gender, species, homeworld. The basics, and really it's not that hard of a question."

"The patient is human, male and five years old," Moriarty said.

"And?" House asked in annoyance.

"And you're not getting anything else," Moriarty said.

"Well good," House replied. "The kid's just gonna die."

And suddenly without any warning Moriarty reached through the bars and grabbed House's neck, nearly closing off his whole air supply. "For your sake," Moriarty said carefully. "He better not." Then he let go and started to walk away.

"Hey," House called after him rubbing his painful neck. "You forgot to leave my meds."

"You better get used to living without them." Moriarty called.

House wanted nothing more than to rage out against that man, but of course there was nothing he could do. He vaguely wondered if anybody was looking for him, though he knew for a fact that Wilson must've panicked when he got to House's apartment. He guessed that he'd been taken to another system, but he had no way of knowing for sure.

He needed his Vicona badly now, the throbbing in his leg was likely to drive him mad. But while he waited for rescue, or for Moriarty to give him meds, House decided to keep his mind occupied. Now that he knew a little more information about the patient, he could make a little more sense of the chart. He studied it, wondering who this kid was, and most importantly why Moriarty cared so much. He had a mystery to solve and mysteries were House's specialty.