Wilson stifled a yawn as he pulled into Cuddy's road, there was no traffic at this time of morning and it was still dark. He didn't pay much attention to the dark van that was parked opposite Cuddy's house, it blended in with every other parked car along the street and besides it was early and he wanted to get in, sort House out and get back to bed as soon as possible. He barely had time to knock on Cuddy's front door before he was yanked in by his arm, causing him to lose his balance and fall into her house in a heap on the floor; he looked up at her, bewildered, as she slammed the door and locked it in the space of two seconds; to say she looked jumpy would have been a huge understatement!

"What's going on?" He questioned sensing that there was something serious going on other than just House being an ass. Cuddy didn't say anything, she just led him quickly through to her bedroom by the arm; Wilson was very confused when he saw House looking pretty well sitting on the edge of the bed attempting to take Cuddy's home phone to pieces with his right arm still in the sling. He noted Cuddy's guilty look she gave to him before she resigned herself to the window, 'what the hell is going on?' he thought nervously.

"Uh, ok – if you two have invited me over in some kind of 'sleep over truth or dare' prank, then I'll warn you I have work tomorrow…or rather today…and I don't appreciate being woken up and made to drive all the way here under false pretences!" he started, still grumpy from being woken up so early.

"Sshh!" House whispered as he chucked what was left of the home phone on the bed irately, "Where's your cell?" he hissed.

"Why? Need a new phone to prank people on now that you've destroyed Cuddy's?" Wilson said, not sure whether to be angry or intrigued as to why he had been called and why they were both acting so strange.

"No we need to call the cops – keep your voice down." House held his hand out, expecting Wilson to pass him the cell.

Wilson stood before House, not reaching for anything, baffled as to why House was acting so strangely; he glanced over at Cuddy who was trying to peer out of the window without being seen by anyone outside – very suspicious too.

"What's going on?" Wilson pressed again, getting more and more agitated.

"The guys who escorted us to Monmouth are outside…or at least one of them is, the van's there, figures you didn't even see it-"

"What, outside?" Wilson interrupted fearfully.

"Need your phone to call the cops; Cuddy's is wired…well it was before I destroyed it" he grinned guiltily as Cuddy heard what he just said and tutted in annoyance at what he'd done to her cordless phone, "Phone" he pressed, hoping Wilson would just give him the damn cell already.

Wilson gulped and looked uncomfortable, "My phone?"

"Yeah…" House said, hand still outstretched, waiting.

"It's in my coat pocket…" Wilson stammered.

"Right…and your coat is…" House pressed impatiently.

"In…my…car." He said sheepishly as House groaned and slapped his hand on the bed dejectedly.

"Well you'll have to go and get it then won't you." House stated angrily.

"I'm not going back out there after what you just told me." Wilson scoffed.

"You'd rather wait for something to happen before we call the cops?"

"I can't believe you made me come over – I could have been jumped outside"

"Don't be so dramatic" House sighed rolling his eyes at Wilson, but fully understanding why Wilson was annoyed – he didn't think it matched his anger at being called by Wilson the previous week though, at least Wilson hadn't been run over on his way over, 'maybe he'd be less argumentative if he had been' House thought to himself while giving Wilson a death glare.

Wilson and House stared at each other defiantly, until the sound of a loud thump came from the living room area causing both of them to jump.

"They're trying to get in." Cuddy said, breaking the silence, her voice unable to hide the fear she was feeling; this was her house, she was supposed to feel safe in her own home!

"They don't know that we know about them – shut the door, put the dresser in front of it" House ordered hoping Wilson wasn't too annoyed not to follow orders.

"Right" Wilson grunted as he moved the dresser to block the door, "then what – we jump out of the window and leg it down the road?" he hissed, angry at himself for not bringing in his phone – but angrier at House for dragging him into this mess; 'this must be payback for me getting him involved in the first place' he thought wearily.

"I hadn't planned that far ahead – but feel free to climb out of the window, and while you're out there grab your phone and call the cops!" House whispered; Wilson couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

"Seriously?"

"You got a better plan?"

They heard glasses smash from another room, Cuddy assumed they were in the kitchen; she opened the window leading to the darkened side of the house and motioned to the two guys who were still arguing with each other by the bed, "I don't know about you but the window plan is the best one yet – coming?" she didn't wait for an answer as she climbed out into the dark front garden.

House dragged his useless right leg behind him as he braced himself on the drawers as he had done earlier to get to the window.

"I see you've made one hell of a recovery since last night." Wilson muttered accusingly as he watched House manoeuvre himself next to the window. House smirked until he saw the slight drop the other side of the glass, there was no way he could get out without searing pain – 'great', "Come on Rapunzel, need to use your long luscious locks to lower me to the ground" he whispered to Wilson, who was listening at the door for the intruder. Wilson rolled his eyes and easily climbed out of the window, lowering House out was not as graceful – they ended up sprawled out on the grass, House on top of Wilson. They heard a commotion coming from the bedroom – whoever had gotten in through the kitchen window was attempting to break the bedroom door down; it wouldn't take them long to figure out that the three of them had bolted.

"Come on!" Cuddy shouted to them from Wilson's car; luckily he had left it unlocked and the keys were in the ignition – well he hadn't expected anyone to steal it at four in the morning! Wilson rolled House off of him and jumped up; he grabbed House's good arm and yanked him up too, making sure he didn't give him time to complain before dragging him across the lawn to his car as fast as it was humanly possible.

House managed to heave himself onto the backseat of Wilson's car; he heard a yell followed by a gunshot after which Wilson collapsed half in and half out of his car too – 'oh crap'. House leant over, ignoring the familiar pain in his ribs, chest and leg, and grabbed Wilson, dragging him into the car, slamming the door and shouting to Cuddy to drive. She certainly didn't need telling twice as she reversed the car out of her drive, wishing she'd been able to grab shoes before they'd made their escape – she had enough trouble reaching the pedals in Wilson's seating position without the added inconvenience of not having shoes on.

She glance in the wing mirrors "They're following us!" she screeched as she saw the battered van pull out from between the parked cars, "House?"