Thanks once more for the reviews. Really enjoy reading them! lol i promised House hurt... he has been in a motorcycle accident, beaten and now...

David slung House to the floor once more. House was panting hard. His thigh had never been more painful, his head throbbed, nose and lip bled and his side ached. He touched his side only to flinch in pain. His healing ribs were broken easily. He lifted his shirt to see an already darkening bruise that travelled from his hip bone to his armpit. David noticed this and kicked the area. House screamed and curled up in the fetal position.

"David, pass me your gun!" Phil yelled still trying to fight Cuddy on her desk.

Once the gun was back in his hand he pointed it towards House.

"You don't let me fuck you, I'll blow his fucking brains out!"

Cuddy has tears now rolling down her face. She looked over to House who had lifted his head to look at her. He shook his head, his eyes pleading with her not to give up and keep fighting Phil. But she couldn't watch House die and her strength was running low. However, she saw an opportunity and kicked Phil as hard as she could in his crotch.

"Shit!" He screamed but managed to keep a hold of one hand around her neck.

"Fine. I warned you."

Phil aimed the gun at House and a gunshot echoed throughout the office followed by a horrifying scream.

"Oh god!" Kutner shouted.

Thirteen, Kutner, Taub, Cameron, Chase and Foreman were all in reception behind the tens of police who had stormed and surrounded the building.

"That was Cuddy screaming." Cameron stated the obvious. "I don't think I can be here anymore." She leant into Chase who stroked her back comforting her.

"What are you going to do?" Foreman noticed the detective moving fast.
"We're trying to communicate but they won't touch the phone in the office. We're waiting five minutes and then we'll have no choice but to storm the office."
"But that could end in a blood bath!" Taub pointed out.
"I'm sorry but there is nothing else we can do. This isn't a hostage and negotiation situation. This is a murder attempt."

"House!"

House held his side tightly to stop the blood flow. Phil had shot him just above his hip where his bruise was. House worried that the bruise was a sign of internal bleeding and with the amount of blood he was currently losing he assumed he was right. He gritted his teeth in pain. He half wished to faint, at least he wouldn't be in pain, and maybe he would have if this was any other circumstance. But knowing Cuddy was in danger gave him an additional amount of strength.

"You bastard!" Cuddy screamed.
"What? I didn't blow his brains out. That was a warning, next time I will! Now you going to do what I say?"

She stopped struggling.

"Cuddy! No!"

She didn't look back at House. She couldn't.

"Cuddy... please." House panted hard. "Don't... give up."

He had to do something, anything. He tried standing when he saw David had moved away and was blocking the door to Cuddy's office. However he collapsed heavily again and almost onto Wilson. Then he remembered.

Ever so slowly he reached his hand out and grabbed the gun that was peeking out from Wilson's chest. As he did, Wilson let out a slight groan causing David to look round seeing an enraged House pointing a gun his way.

Another loud bang echoed.

"Shit!" Chase shouted jumping out of his skin as he heard another gunshot, still holding Cameron tightly to his chest who was heavily sobbing.
"That's it, we're moving in." The detective shouted as a group of police in riot gear ran towards Cuddy's office.

David collapsed to the floor as Phil looked round after hearing the gunshot. He loosened his grip on Cuddy due to the shock of seeing his friend suddenly dead on the floor. With all the strength she could muster she kicked Phil off her and jumped off the desk. As she was almost out of his grip Phil grabbed her wrist and swung her into him.

House was desperately trying to get a clear shot of Phil but couldn't risk shooting Cuddy. Then it was too late. Phil held her again now standing with the gun pointing at her head as House still heaped next to Wilson directed the gun at Phil.

House was shaking. His pain screaming at him; reaching nine out of ten. Not only that though, he was in shock, he just murdered a man.

"I think it would be advisable to lower the gun don't you?" Phil asked.

House then noticed a slight movement outside the window through the blinds. He had to keep Phil talking, just for a bit. He reached his hand out to Cuddy's desk, still holding the gun but not directly at Phil. With all the strength he could muster and using his other hand he held onto his wound and pulled himself up. He still leaned mostly onto the desk when he stood; he knew it wouldn't be long until he fainted. His hearing was muffled and his sight impaired, it was like looking through a smeared window.

"So... what are you going to do... after you kill us both?" House could hardly breathe.

He looked at Cuddy best he good. Her face was bruised; nose bleeding and he couldn't do anything, not even reach out and touch her.

"I don't care if I rot in jail! At least I know I would have destroyed my brother's killer!"
"You're more likely to DROP dead when the cops storm in here." Cuddy noticed House emphasised the word drop and looked at her, only for a second when he said it. What the hell was he up to, she thought.

"They won't do that! They'll negotiate with me."
"What the fuck did you think the ringing phone was about? How many times did it ring? 1? 2? 3?" What Phil thought of as sarcasm, Cuddy noted House look at her when he said the numbers and then one of his hands that was clutching hard on the desk was now showing one finger.
"I don't know... I...I" Phil was at a lost for words.

House looked into Cuddy's eyes. He knew she knew his plan. House was now showing two fingers.

"Fuck... just stop talking! I need to think."

House looked at the window, he could see the shadow of a man and it lifted its gun. House finally showed the third finger and Cuddy managed to wriggle out of a now baffled Phil's arm and crash to the floor just as House did. House immediately fell unconscious as gunshots suddenly pelted through the glass window.