(takes place immediately where 10 left off)... short chapter.

Chapter 11:

The handcuffs were back on Chase's wrists. The two officers were in the same formation as before: one on either side of Chase, gripping his arms as he walked down the hallway. House was first; Cameron and Foreman were in step beside him.

"House, you need to calm down," Cameron said, quietly, as she noticed his hands were shaking with rage.

House suddenly whirled around, ignoring Cameron, causing Chase to stop abruptly.

"Do you know why you couldn't find the second fetus?" he growled.

He took a step closer to Chase. Cameron grabbed his arm to try and stop him, but he wrenched it out of her grasp.

'Help me', she mouthed to Foreman behind House's back. Foreman tried to grab House's other arm, but House seemed to know what he was doing and was too quick for him.

"Because," House started again, not waiting for Chase to answer, "you caused Lisa to miscarry. If you had any brains, you wouldn't have gotten behind the wheel of a fucking car!"

House's eyes were blazing with anger.

"Because of you, she's lying in the ICU. Because of you, she lost a child! We lost a child! Do you know what your blood alcohol count was that night, Chase? Point thirteen! What the fuck were you doing driving a fucking car when you were that drunk? I'll tell you why! Because you were so fucked up, you piece of shit!"

He brought his fist back, but before he could throw the punch at Chase's face, he doubled over, clutching his stomach in pain.

Foreman had just given him a side blow to the stomach, just below the rib cage.

"What the hell was that?" House gasped out, still bent over, his eyes watering.

Cameron turned to the police officers. "Get him out of here."

The officers complied, and turned with Chase to leave. Chase craned his neck to look back at Cameron, but the taller officer forced his head to look forward again.

Cameron managed to get House into his office.

"Lie down for a second."

House obeyed, and staggered towards the couch, lying down, waiting for the pain to subside.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked again after a few minutes.

"I didn't want you to spend the night in jail just because you punched him in front of two police officers," Foreman said. "And besides, what would Cuddy say if she found out?" he added, hoping House wasn't going to start yelling.

"And instead, your plan was to sucker punch me in the gut?" House said sarcastically, ignoring the second part that Foreman said. "Brilliant plan. And I can't believe you ever made it to medical school."

Foreman rolled his eyes. "It's better than having a broken hand."

House grumbled, and mumbled something under his breath.

"And you know I'm right," Foreman continued.

House lifted himself off the couch with a grunt, and grabbed his cane.

Cameron spoke as she watched him go to the window. "What you did in there was very risky. You're lucky she didn't wake up."

After about a minute, House turned away from the window. He gave no recognition to what Cameron had said.

"It's past my lunchtime. I'm going to the cafeteria."

But he did not go to the cafeteria (not just yet at least). Instead, he went down the hallway to the ICU. Sliding the door to Cuddy's room open, he saw that she was awake. Brenda was sitting in a chair next to the bed, and the two women were talking. Cuddy looked towards the doorway and her face broke into a smile.

"Hey."

"So, you're up," House said, as he limped towards the bed. He bent down and kissed Cuddy on the lips.

"How long have you been up?" he asked.

Brenda answered. "About ten minutes," she said. She stood, allowing House to have the chair. House glanced down at his watch: 12:45.

"I'll let you know when to come back. Don't go too far," he told Brenda, dismissing her.

Once Brenda was gone, House sat down beside the bed.

"Where were you? You were gone when I woke up," Cuddy said to him in a soft voice.

House caressed her hand with his thumb as he maintained his gaze on her hand.

"I know. I'm sorry. I had to do some things."

Cuddy waited for him to go on, but he didn't.

"Greg, something's wrong. I could tell."

House didn't say anything for a moment. 'I'm just tired, that's all," he lied.

Cuddy was not convinced. However, she didn't push it. House wasn't the kind of person who opened up very easily, and she, Cuddy, was not going to push it. When he wanted to talk, he would talk. Hopefully.

House looked up. "I'm not sure if you're allowed to eat anything yet, but I'll pick you up a salad. I'm going to the cafeteria anyway." He let go of Cuddy's hand, and stood up.

Cuddy smiled. "Ok. Thanks." She paused. 'I'll still be here when you get back," she said, grinning.

House smirked, and then turned on his heel and left the room.