Hey guys! Having a busy weekend but I managed to finally revise the next couple of chapters and combine them into this one. Thanks again for the reviews and I hope you enjoy this latest installment:)

Chapter 11

Later that afternoon, House headed out to the parking garage after his day at the hospital had ended, and although he had wanted to stay and wait for Lisa to get done with yet another one of her late afternoon meetings, especially after what Jeff had done and said to her earlier, staying would have served nothing more than to raise the suspicions of not only Wilson but his team as well, bringing with it the type of attention he did not want or need at this moment.

Limping over to his bike as the thoughts of Jeff continued to plague him, House stopped in mid stride, reaching for his cell phone.

"Greg, I have to get to my meeting." Lisa said as she answered the phone in her office.

"I just wanted you to know I'm going to hang out at that coffee shop across the street until you're done." House told her.

"Why don't you just go back to my place and I'll call you when I'm done here." Lisa offered.

"I'm staying at the coffee shop, call me when you're done and I'll followyou back to your place." House replied, standing his ground.

Lisa let out a sighed. "Ok ….I'll call you….listen I've gotta go." She said in return before hanging up the phone.

Placing his cell phone back inside his suit jacket, House limped the rest of the way over to his motorcycle, getting ready to board the bike when he heard a noise coming from behind him.

"Hey House." The male voice called ouch, echoing against the concrete that surrounded them.

House knew instantly who had spoken the words, turning to see Jeff walk out from behind on of the tall supporting pillars of the structure.

"I think we need to talk." Jeff said starting to walk towards him.

"Yeah we do. We need to talk about you never coming near Lisa again unless you want me to end up breaking your jaw." House said, feeling the rush of anger inside of him come bubbling up onto the surface.

"Hold on House, I'm not here to fight with you. I just want to talk." Jeff told him, placing his hands up in front of him as he continued to walk towards the doctor.

"That's too bad because I definitely want to fight with you." House replied, resting his cane against his bike before closing the remaining space between them as he clenched his fists.

Jeff knew that House as getting ready to slug him, but before that happened, he still had a few precious seconds to land a blow of his own.

"Do you really think Lisa will ever be truly happy with you?" Jeff questioned waiting for House to step into the trap he laid out for him.

"As opposed to being happy with a psycho like you?" House snarked, standing toe to toe with the man now.

"Lisa needs a man who's going to provide her with stability and security in a relationship, which is in complete contrast to your crude remarks and gutter like behavior. She wants to have a baby and she knows she doesn't havemuch time life to achieve that. Can you even imagine giving any of those things to her?" Jeff asked, seeing the brief look of surprise on House's face as he hit him mentally with the remarks.

"Stalking a woman and holding her by the arm until you cause a bruise to form around her wrist isn't called security, it's called crazy." House responded, not giving into the game Jeff wanted to play.

"You know I'm right House. You can't handle be around adults let alone a baby. You enjoy screwing Lisa because she's your boss, and you get off on that, and because for that one brief moment when you're inside of her you dont' feel like the pathetic drug addict you are." Jeff said in a condescending tone as he placed his hand onto House's shoulder.

House shoved Jeff back and pulled up his fist to strike him.

"Go ahead and hit me House, but you and I both know by the time you're through with Lisa, she'll be as damaged and screwed up as that bike you ride on." Jeff taunted.

House narrowed his eyes at the man.

The guy didn't deserve to be punched in the jaw, he deserved to be treated like the scumbag that he was, and so, instead busting Jeff's lip open, House pushed him down on top of a large black oil spill covering the empty parking space behind them before kicking the man hard on the right side of his ribs with the bottom of his shoe.

Jeff grabbed his side and let out a gasp but did not attempt to fight back.

"Get up you son of a bitch!" House shouted just so he could knock the bastard back down again.

"Doctor House, get your hands up and back away from the man you are assaulting!" A commanding voice that House knew all too well yelled from behind him.

Turning his head, House looked back at Detective Tritter who had his gun drawn and pionted straight at him.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" House asked the cop with no apologies.

"Just happened to be in the neighborhood, robbery suspect needed a trip to the ER." Tritter responded, taking a few steps towards the men with his gun remaining drawn.

House looked down at Jeff. "You planned this didn't you?" He said, not believing for one moment this scenario was some type of coincidence.

"I'm not telling you again House, put your hands on your head and interlock your fingers." Tritter warned once more.

"Listen this guy is setting me up." House replied while complying with the detective's orders by placing his hands behind his head, waiting to see how Tritter was going to respond.

"Since he's the one lying on the ground, I think I'm going to side with him for now." Tritter responded before adding.

"I'm going to put these cuffs on you as a precaution." Holstering his gun before pulling House's hands behind his back.

"You might want to put a set of cuffs on him too just as a precaution." House replied back watching Jeff get to his feet.

"Are you ok sir?" Tritter asked Jeff, while holding onto House's right arm.

"I'm fine." Jeff answered getting to his feet as he rubbed his side.

"Wanna tell me what started all of this?" Tritter asked him.

"Honestly detective I don't know what came over the guy, I was just here visiting my girlfriend and was heading out to my car when he attacked me." Jeff answered.

"That's a lie." House said flatly looking over at Tritter.

"Doctor House is known to be somewhat of a loose cannon, what's the name of your girlfriend that works here?" Tritter questioned to Jeff, ignoring House completely.

"Doctor Lisa Cuddy, she's the Dean of Medicine at this hospital." Jeff told him calmly.

"You son of a bitch!" House yelled, making a move towards the smug asshole.

"Stay where you are." Tritter commanded, yanking House back towards him.

House locked eyes with Tritter.

"If you really want the truth, why don't you just get Doctor Cuddy out here and ask her yourself."

The detective let out a curt laugh.

"No thanks, this guy's word is good enough for me, besides something tells me that no matter what you're accused of Doctor House, Doctor Cuddy would find a way to keep you out of trouble, even if it meant her getting in trouble with her boyfriend because of it." Tritter answered, giving House a knowing look before facing Jeff again.

"I'm going to need to take a statement from you." He informed the man.

"Actually…if it's alright with you detective, I'd like to forget about the whole incident." Jeff said much to the surprise of Tritter as well as House.

"You don't want to press charges?" Tritter questioned.

"No, I don't." Jeff confirmed.

"You do know since I witnessed the assault I can arrest Doctor House regardless of you wishes." Tritter countered.

Jeff glanced over at House, then back at Tritter.

"I'd like to at least discuss this with you before you come to a decision." Jeff replied, with an even tone that was filled with confidence.

Tritter looked at House once more before nodded in approval to the requested.

"I don't think I need to tell you to stay put, but if you feel like making the night even more interesting, by all means go for it." The detective stated to House before turning and walked down a few feet to another empty parking spot in the garage with Jeff by his side.

Watching both men who were now talking with hushed voices a few feet away from him, House felt his leg start to throb, the pain eating its way into his nerves much like the gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach that warned of how dangerous the combination of these two men would be both in his life as well as Lisa's.

Finishing their discussion, Tritter and Jeff walked up to where House was standing, with his hands still bound behind him.

"You can thank Mister Hansom for persuading me not to take you in." Tritter said as he looked House squarely in the eyes before removing his gaze from him so that he could unlock the handcuffs he had placed on him earlier.

House stepped from both men, rubbing his left wrist while keeping his eyes upon them as they walked down the slope of the parking garage together, waiting until they disappeared behind the curve of the structure before he felt comfortable enough to turn his back to them.

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A little after seven pm, Lisa called Greg on his cell phone, the sound of it, echoing inside the parking garage as he limped around the third level for the fourth time that night.

"I'm done with my meeting. I've just got to run back to my office and pick up a few things before I head out." She said in a tired voice.

"I'm already here." House replied.

"Did you stay in the garage the entire time?" Lisa questioned.

"Yeah…..seems our friend Jeff needed to talk to me." House answered.

"Greg, are you ok?" Lisa asked with worry, touching the pearl necklace around her throat.

"I'm fine, just go and get your stuff and we'll talk about it when we get back to your place." House replied.

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After House had pulled his motorcycle around to the back of Lisa's place and parked it, he limped up to the back door leading to the kitchen where Lisa met him, opening up the door for him to step inside.

"So what happened?" Lisa questioned as he crossed the threshold.

House stepped closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and closing the door behind him before kissing her softly on the mouth.

Lisa was surprised by the kiss, and how filled with emotion it was, her hands moving up from his chest and onto his neck as he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

As their lips parted, House continued to hold her close, his eyes looking into hers as the words Jeff had spoken to him earlier continued to haunt him.

"What did Jeff say to you?" Lisa questioned, searching his face.

"A bunch of crap that only served to justify my theory that he is indeed a psycho." House responded, not wanting to get into the specifics of the conversation with her, turning away from Lisa as he limped over to the kitchen table.

Pulling out a chair from him it he winced as a tremor of pain rippled through his thigh again.

"Greg, do you get into a physical fight with Jeff?" Lisa asked with concern as he rubbed his thigh, following him to the table where she sat down next to him as House fished his bottle of vicodin out of his suit jacket.

"I pushed the jerk down and kicked him in the ribs." House confessed.

"And what did Jeff do to you?" Lisa asked with a bit of tension laced within her words.

"Nothing." House answered.

"You mean Jeff didn't fight back?" Lisa questioned with surprise.

"He fought back, by brining Tritter with him." House told her, watching the shock appear on her face immediately.

"How would Jeff even know about Tritter?" Lisa said quickly as her mind raced for the answer.

"Because Jeff hasn't just been watching you." House responded as she reached the same conclusion inside her mind.

"But why would Tritter even get involved with this? He told you at the trial he was backing down, it doesn't make sense." Lisa stated shaking her head.

"Tritter's like a pit bull, he's not going to suddenly let go of you once he's got his fangs in deep, he's was just lying in wait for an opportunity to screw with me…to screw with us again, and thanks to Jeff he's just found it." House replied.

Lisa was now listening intently to him, her gaze fixated upon his face, her elbow propped up on the table as her chin rested in the palm of her hand.

"We need to go to the police and tell them about what Jeff and Tritter are trying to do to us." She commented, reaching for his hand.

House looked down as her hand reached for his own, watching as her thumb brushed across his skin, noticing the dark and angry purple bruise on her delicate wrist.

"You never told me if you went and got an x-ray." He remarked, looking back up at her.

"I did and my wrist is fine, no fractures, just the bruising." Lisa assured him, giving his hand a squeeze as he continued to look down at her wrist.

"Greg, we need to go the police about Tritter and Jeff, I know it's something you don't want to do, but we really don't have much of a choice right now, we need to stop this before is escalates any further." Lisa stressed.

"The police aren't going to believe us, Tritter is one of their own and once they look at the file he has on me, they'll be even more skeptical." House responded looking back up at her.

"What if I go to the police by myself and file a complaint about what Jeff did to me." Lisa replied.

House held their gaze.

"You know that means telling the police about us and that they'll probably want to question your secretary as well, which pretty much assures that the whole hospital will know about us by the end of the day tomorrow, with the end result remaining the same even if you are lucky enough to get a cop who'll believe you. Face it Lisa, until Jeff decides try and screw with us again, we really don't stand much of chance at getting any help with this."

Lisa nodded in agreement, before shaking her head once more, letting out a sigh as she looked away from him.

"I should have been able to see there was something wrong with Jeff when I was dating him." She said, starting to blame herself for the mess they were now in as she got up out of her chair.

"Jeff showed you what he wanted you to see, what he shows everyone in his life, don't blame yourself for his craziness." House told her, getting up from his chair as well.

"But you saw right through him, you knew he was there was something wrong with him right from the start didn't you?" Lisa replied back to him with a slight hint of disappointment in her tone as she leaned against the center island in her kitchen.

"I can't help it if I'm brilliant at reading people, it is after all one of the reasons you hired me. Well that and the fact that you needed a little eye candy around the office." House told her with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood between them while placing his arm around her waist.

"What are you we going to do about all of this?" Lisa asked him honestly as she looked up at him.

"We'll figure something out." House responded, feeling the need to kiss her again, the need to connect with her and remind both of them what they were fighting for.

Watching House lowering his mouth to her own, Lisa closed her eyes, the kiss that accompanied his other arm moving around her waist, having an ache, a longing of need, with the slight sting of their new circumstances attached to it.

House felt Lisa press her body against his own as he lowered his hand from her waist, squeezing her thigh while his other hand moved in the opposite direction, heading up to her breast and cupping it as he rubbed his thumb over the fabric of her blouse.

Lisa took in a shallow breath as Greg moved his lips onto her neck, her left hand caressing his jaw, the stinging sensation in her wrist combining with her need to touch him, creating a bittersweet memory.

Leaning back from her, House moved his hand underneath her skirt, his thumb brushing against the silky material of her panties before he captured her lips with his own once more.

Lisa responded to his touch by opening up her legs a little wider as he gently began to caress the lingerie that was coated with her arousal, the heat between her thighs something that was his alone to claim.

"I want you." She whispered to him under a veil of long lashes draped over grey slate, a spark of hunger held deep within them as she looked up at him.

"Say it again." House responded as he moved his middle finger in small circles over her nub, pressing down on it as she caught her breath.

"I want you Greg." Lisa repeated, needing him so much right now, needing them both to know that this was real and worth fighting for, gripping the short hair on the back of his head as House slipped his hand inside of her panties.

House took in a deep breath, the feel of the most intimate part of her so alive with desire for him, something he had coveted since the first time they had become one all of those years ago.

He moved his lips to her neck once more as he heard her moan, his finger teasing her entrance as she moved pelvis in time with his hand.

House whispered into her ear, telling her how amazing she felt, showing her with his hand how much he wanted her, feeling her hand moving to his face once more as she pulled him into another kiss.

Both of them were riding high off of the fumes of their desire now, kissing deeply with mutual gasps of passion escaping when their lips parted.

"Now." Lisa then commanded as she locked eyes with him, placing her palms behind her on the Formica counertop as House removed his hand from her panties so he could help to hoist onto the island in the center of the kitchen, leaning into her and kissed her again once she was resting on top of it, placing his hands underneath her skirt and removed her panties, guiding them carefully over her high heels and dropping them to the floor before he pushed the skirt she was wearing up to her waist.

Lisa never took her eyes off him watching his every move; unable to keep the smile of lust from forming on her face as he quickly pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion.

House caught her gaze while moving his hands to her thighs, his erection rock hard and aching to be inside her, his hands gripped her hips as he entered into one powerful thrust, hearing Lisa gasp as she arched her back and wrapped her legs around him.

He started to pump inside of her at a dizzying pace, moaning out her name into the air around them when Lisa titled her hips up, allowed him to reach the sacred spot deep within her.

Lisa called out his name in return, with a tremor in her voice as she tightened the grip her legs had around his waist, aiding him in his strokes that were bringing them closer towards ecstasy as their lips found each others once more, teeth brushing against flesh as they continued the explosive bucking of their hips.

Taking in a shallow breath, Greg focused on Lisa's face, getting lost within her eyes, seeing the electricity surging inside of them.

She was close and so was he… they were alive now with the kind of emotion that cannot be explained, only felt by lovers who know the way to find it.

"Oh god!" Lisa cried out, her head falling back and being followed by the dark curls of hair around her shoulders as her knees began to shake.

House felt his orgasm hit him in one strong jolt, his right hand slamming down onto the countertop beside them as let out a long gasp of air while his body shook from the sheer force of his release, his breath moving through the softness of Lisa's hair as he felt her holding onto him, kissing his shoulder as her chest heaved against his own.

"That was good……really good." House blurted out as their foreheads touched.

"We definitely have to keep doing this." Lisa said with a smile, trying to catch her breath.

House smiled at her words, the look in her eyes that only he could give to her, uplifting for him giving him to say the very least, the fire among them, something he would do everything in his power to protect.

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At 3am the next morning, House was jolted out of his sleep by the searing pain in his thigh, a protest launched from the remaining muscles in his upper leg for the way he had abused them, both in the parking garage as well the kitchen inside of Lisa's home when he had made love to her.

He gritted his teeth as he stifled the scream that wanted to escape through his mouth, reaching down and rubbing the rugged flesh, not wanting to wake Lisa who was sleeping peacefully next to him.

Biting down on his bottom lip, House reached over to the nightstand grabbing his bottle of pills, quietly taking out two the vicodin tablets inside of it.

Resting on his back once more as he took in a deep breath, looking over at Lisa who was facing him, her beauty a sharp contrast to his the ugly face of pain which had come to visit him with a power as black as the night around them.

Carefully he eased himself out of the bed, looking back at Lisa one last time before he hobbled out into the hallway.

Once he was inside her living room, House propped his right leg up onto the coffee table as he sat down on her couch, balling his hands into fists and pressing them against his forehead as he closed his eyes.

He just had to hold on for a little while longer until the vicodinkicked in, a few more moments spent in hell before he would be granted a temporary reprieve.

As another intense wave of pain traveled through the scarred tissue of his thigh, House gritted his teeth once more, another muffled cry escaping trying stubbornly to move through the crack of his tight lips.

"Greg, are you ok?" Lisa whispered, walking up to him in the stillness of the room.

House opened his eyes suddenly, the fear of being caught in such a vulnerable state unnerving to him.

"I'm fine," He lied as his eyes traced the fabric of the plum colored nightgown Lisa was wearing, the satin fabric shimmering in the moonlight as the garment clung to the soft curves of her body.

"You're not fine." Lisa whispered, carefully taking a seat next to him on the couch, beginning to rub his thigh gently.

"You don't have to do that." House replied, pushing her hand away as he placed his arm over his eyes.

"I know I don't have to." Lisa answered, returning her hand to his thigh.

House gave her a warning look to back off, which quickly was replaced with a look of fear as another sharp pain shot into his leg, the power of it much stronger then the ones before.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" House cried out in agony as his voice bore the strain of his tormentor, his head falling forward as he closed his eyes shut.

"What can I do to help you?" Lisa asked feeling her throat tighten, the hopelessness of the situation making her heart ache for him.

"Just leave me the hell alone!" House said through a clenched jaw, as he glared at her, fighting the urge to cry out in pain again, closing his eyes once more so he would not have to see the look on her face.

"I can't ……I..I won't." Lisa stated, refusing to leave him.

House opened up his eyes again, the pain inside of him tearing him up at that moment.

"There's nothing you can do! Now get out!" He shouted as he voice took on a coldness to it that he hoped would make her retreat.

"Tell me about the first motorcycle you ever owned." Lisa said quickly, as her thumb gently brushed across his thigh.

"What?!" House questioned in exasperation, looking back at her with the creases in his forehead deepening from the pain he was feeling.

"Your first motorcycle, tell me about it…describe it to me. What it looked like…how it felt to take that first ride." Lisa coaxed with an even tone.

"No!" House yelled, reaching for her wrist, hearing her take in a sharp breath as his thumb pressed against her bruise.

"Dammit Lisa…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He apologized instantly, feeling like shit when he saw the pain from his actions register in her face, his fingers slipping away from her as he curled them up into a fist on top his chest.

Lisa bit down on her bottom lip, reaching for his hand and forcing it open so she could place her hand inside of it, the pain he had accidentally caused her, brushed aside within the next beat of her heart.

"I'm ok, and I'm not leaving." She told him, her tone as strong as her willpower, her gaze never wavering as she looked into the pain reflected within in the cool blue of his eyes.

"I was sixteen." House began to say before repeating the words so she would understand.

"I was sixteen when I got my first motorcycle." He explained, watching her hand move down to his thigh once more as she acknowledged his words.

"What color was your first bike?" Lisa asked softly, watching him close his eyes as he leaned his head back on the couch.

"It was all black with chrome tailpipes, and it had a black leather seat with a big chrome sissy bar on the back." House answered, picturing the bike in his mind, the dangerous and mean quality of it bringing a smile to his face.

Lisa watched the lines on his face softened a bit as the young boy who still resided inside of him became to show himself from behind the complicated man in front of her.

"So you were a real rebel without a cause even back then?" Lisa questioned with a soft tone as the fingertips of her other hand softly traced his hairline.

"Yeah." House answered remembering the excitement he had felt the first time he sat on top of the powerful machine and revved up the engine, the vibration between his legs echoing against the pain that was currently trying to find its way deep into his thigh.

"What about your first ride?" Lisa asked him as the fingertips of her left hand moved over the grooves of his scar.

"I snuck out of school just after third period and went to this run down dump of a bar just outside the army base my dad was stationed at to meet the guy that was selling the bike. He told me that I was going to end up wrapping myself around a telephone pole but he took the cash and gave me the keys anyway. I spent the rest of the afternoon on the back of that bike, getting lost on some roads that I can still see in my head and almost running out of gas before I finally found my way back to the base." House told her as his mind went running back to the memory that was waiting for him.

On that bike he could go anywhere he wanted and feel the wind in his face as the summer sun chased after him, warming his back. When he was riding he was free from everything and everyone in his life that tried to keep him chained within the mind numbing constraints of society, the only thing riding with him the hopes of the days to come for him, when he could live his life on his terms and not his father's.

Feeling the effect of the vicodin he had taken earlier begin to kick in, House opened his eyes up and looked over at Lisa.

She had leaned the side her body against the back of the couch as her left hand continued to gently massage his leg.

"Better?" She asked him with a small smile.

"Better." He answered, noticing how the moonlight gave another layer of haunting beauty to her face.

"Wanna go back to bed now?" Lisa then asked, removing her hand from his thigh.

House nodded, watching Lisa get up from the couch, while the words that Jeff had spoken to him earlier about Lisa and her desire to have a child, suddenly moved into the forefront of his brain.

"Are you coming?" Lisa questioned when she noticed his hesitation to get to his feet.

"If you ever wanted to start up IVF again, …I would help you, if you wanted me too." House announced out of the blue, saying the words quickly before he would chicken out.

"What?" Lisa asked, sitting down beside him again.

"I know how much you want a kid and I don't want what we're doing to screw that up for you." House replied, reaching for his cane that was resting on the coffee table.

"Where is this all coming from?" Lisa asked as his eyes shifted to the floor.

"Jeff said some things today in the parking garage, that weren't on the crazy side." House answered as he tapped the bottom of his cane against the carpet.

"Do you want to have kids?" Lisa asked him directly.

House stopped tapping his cane.

"I…ah." He stammered, looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a roaring tractor trailer heading straight for him.

Lisa laughed, the sound of her voice filling the room.

"Wow. I can't believe I've actually rendered you speechless. I'll have to remember to bring up kids the next time you are arguing with me over you clinic hours." She said to him with a smile.

"Actually I was going to say……I'm not really what you would call Dad of the year material." House commented back to her dryly.

"Says you." Lisa countered, causing another shocked look to travel across his face.

"Relax Greg, I'm having way too much fun boinking you at the moment to worry about a kid, besides right now our top priority needs to be getting my stalker ex-boyfriend and your stalker detective off of our backs." She added.

"Just remember you're dealing with a drug addicted man who calls you mommy and doesn't like to share." House replied, while in the back of his mind he held onto the simple truth both of them were trying to hide as they pushed it aside to deal with the more pressing matters in their lives at the moment.