Disclaimer: I only own Jenny, Milana, Casey, Leason and DiFrancesco. Pretty much, if you see them on TV, they're not mine.

Author's Note: I am SO sorry about not updating. Here's a quick list of why I haven't: Exams, Work, Dog broke my laptop and therefore I didn't have it for two weeks, life just being generally complicated. Again, super sorry!

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Jenny was panting as she ran along the sidewalk towards her house. A strong beat of music pounded in her ears from her iPod as she jumped over a tree that had fallen over in the storm the night before. As she looked up to see her dwelling, she groaned. There was a car in her driveway that was most definitely not her own. Nor did it belong to her husband, or anyone else that she wanted to deal with so early on a Saturday morning. The minute she was up the front stairs the front door swung open, her eldest daughter, Milana, standing in front of her with her blonde curls swinging around her face.

"Mom, Uncle James is here. He said it's important…" Milana said, rolling her eyes.

"Does this have something to do with Uncle Greg and Dr. Cuddy?" Casey, the younger of Jenny's two children, asked. Jenny swiped her hair from her face, glaring at her kids.

"Milana, would you take your sister out for coffee or something before she gives the world a little insight into other people's lives?" Jenny snapped. Milana rolled her eyes, grabbing her sister by the shoulder and shoving her towards the door. When they were almost out the door Jenny called to her children.

"Lana, how much did you and Case say to James?" she rushed, voice soft.

"Just that you've been talking to Uncle Greg on the phone and that we had to pick up Dr. Cuddy's car and drop it off at her house last night," Casey piped up. Jenny nodded, waving of her hand to show that she was finished asking questions. As she walked into the kitchen she found Wilson sitting at the table. He shoved a bottle of water towards her, his brown eyes following her every move.

"Do I need to ask you to talk to me or do you already know why I'm here?" Wilson questioned. Jenny was downing the water at a fast pace, trying not to meet his eyes.

"James… " she started.

"Jenny, look, there's something very, very wrong with Lisa. I went over there yesterday and… she… she wouldn't even look at me. She started screaming for me to get out. I don't know what to do! She was clinging to House and crying and… God Jen, what happened to her?" Wilson rambled, hands flailing about as he spoke. Jenny sighed, rubbing her eyes.

"James-" Jenny tried again.

"No! No Jenny, I don't want any psycho-babble. I don't want to hear your excuses or anything that House would say. I don't want lies. I want to know what the hell is going on! I want to know what's wrong with Lisa and why House isn't being an ass!" the oncologist demanded, his voice rising with every few words. Jenny sighed loudly, biting her bottom lip.

"It's not my place to say anything…"

"Cut the crap. Tell me what's going on. I know that you know. Casey said you'd been on the phone with House more than usual the last day or so. Not to mention that she said you didn't even come home until two hours after your shift the other night. What's going on?!"

"I'm sorry James, I'm under oath. I can't tell you." Jenny rambled, standing up to put the empty bottle into the recycling bin.

"If you're under oath that means that you treated Cuddy as a patient. Did she have a mental breakdown?!" Wilson rushed, eyes widening.

"Jimmy, slow the fuck down. If you want answers you're going to have to get them from Lisa. I'm sorry. Would you like an omelette?" Wilson let out a frustrated groan, slamming his hand down on the table.

"No wonder you and House make such good friends. You're both aggravating." He mumbled. "I should get going. I have a couple patients coming in this afternoon… if you change your mind about talking, you know my number." With that he stood up, wandering towards the front of the house. Jenny jogged after him, grabbing him by the shoulder.

"James… don't push her, okay? And don't push Greg either… this is the first time I've seen him act like a normal human since before the infarction." Wilson gave Jenny a nod before leaving. The blonde shook her head as she shut the door, going back to the kitchen to wait for her kids to return.

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House was watching Cuddy sleep. He was somewhat startled by how relaxing the activity was. The dark haired woman was breathing softly, her eyes closed. The only thing that marred the image in front of him was the bruises on Cuddy's skin and the stitches on her cheek. She hadn't woken up in the night with another nightmare, which was a good sign, but House knew she wasn't out of the woods yet. He knew from experience that PTSD could strike almost any time after an attack like that. Generally it was within the first six months, but it could be suppressed until years later in some. Thinking about it made his mind spin, images of lifeless people flashing in his head. He shook himself out of his memories as there was a loud knock at the door, causing him to jump. Cuddy opened her eyes, squinting up at him.

"What was that?" she murmured, rubbing her eyes with her fist in an extremely childlike manner.

"Door. It's probably Jenny or Wilson. I'll go get it," House responded, getting up from the bed and limping out of the room. When he opened the door he was greeted with the sight of officer he'd talked to at the hospital the other night.

"Dr. House? Officer Leason, we spoke the other night? This is my partner, Detective DiFrancesco. Is Dr. Cuddy up to speaking with us about the attack?" Leason questioned. House just stood there blinking at him for a few seconds.

"Err… gimme a second, I'll go ask her. Wait here," House finally answered, shutting the door on the officers before going back to the bedroom. "Cuddy, there are some police here. They want to talk to you about what happened." Cuddy looked up at him, slightly panicked.

"I don't want to talk! I mean, what am I going to tell them? I'm still having trouble remembering what happened myself," Cuddy responded, already getting up off the bed and heading for the front door. Well, at least she was acting a bit more normal. House followed her as quickly as he could considering his lack of a cane. He couldn't help it, he felt defensive when it came to the woman in front of him. Actually, barbaric was probably a better word. He felt the urge to kill anyone who hurt her. Hell, he wanted to kill anyone who even looked at her the wrong way. By the time he realized where his thoughts were going Cuddy was wrenching the door open, looking up at Leason and his young female partner, DiFrancesco, and inviting them into the living room.

"Dr. Cuddy, my name is Nicholas Leason, and this is my partner, Simone DiFrancesco. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your attack the other night," Leason was saying as he and DiFrancesco sat down on the couch. Cuddy was sitting in the chair across from the sofa, House sitting on the arm of her chair.

"I'll answer you to the best of my ability. I'm afraid I don't remember a lot about what happened," Cuddy muttered, looking down at her hands.

"That's alright, just do your best to answer," DiFrancesco responded. "Can you tell us the name of the man who attacked you?"

"Josh… Josh Hodgins," Cuddy said.

"Can you tell us what happened at the club?"

"Can't you just ask Jenny Chapman? She already forced me to talk about this yesterday. She can tell you what I said," Cuddy snapped, eyes going to the window.

"I'm sorry Dr. Cuddy, but we need to hear this from you," Leason replied. Cuddy groaned, running a hand through her hair.

"I met Josh at the bar. He had bought us some wine. I drank it. Time passed, I started to feel funny, I went to the bathroom and when I came out he grabbed me and tried to rape me. Is that enough?" she queried.

"I know this is difficult Lisa, but could you go into more detail about the attack?" DiFrancesco asked. Cuddy swallowed hard.

"When… when I came out of the bathroom I was feeling really dizzy. Josh was standing there and he grabbed me by the wrists. He shoved me up against the wall… He started… he started trying to kiss me and pushing his erection into my pelvis… he wanted me to have sex with him. I begged him to let me go and he… he…" Cuddy trailed off.

Lisa's vision was starting to blur, her pulse quickening. She could feel her breath starting to come in shorter pants. All of a sudden she felt hands on her arms, gripping them. She blinked furiously, eyes going wide when she saw a pair of dark eyes in front of her. Josh's sinister stare penetrated her soul. She could see his lips moving but no sound came out. All that she could feel was his hot breath on her face and his hands on her, trying to pull her clothes off.

"STOP! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" Cuddy screamed, tears pouring from her eyes. House nearly fell off the chair then. Cuddy had her eyes clenched shut, her hands shoving an invisible predator away from her. House fell to his knees in front of her so that his face was level with hers.

"Lise. Lisa, look at me. It's just me, Greg. It's okay. You're safe," House rushed. He quickly turned to the officers behind him. "Get out. Now. She's not ready to talk." He snapped. Leason and DiFrancesco quickly stood, heading for the front door on their own accord. House watched Cuddy's chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, obviously hyperventilating. He wanted to touch her, to bring her back to reality, but he knew he couldn't. If he made even the slightest wrong move, he could force her to stay in the state she currently was in. The state that he had nightmares about forcing her into.

The house was silent, save for Cuddy's whimpers and pleas. House remained on his knees in front of her, telling her calming things as best as he could. He could only imagine what was going on in her head. He knew how horrible flashbacks were. He just hoped hers weren't as bad as his had been.

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Cuddy was desperately trying to get Josh off of her. She felt helpless. He had her hands pinned above her head, his other hand clawing at her legs, forcing her skirt up around her waist. Almost instantly he had her underwear ripped off and on the floor, forcing two of his fingers inside of her.

"You little slut. You love this. You love me forcing my fingers in your tight little cunt, don't you?" Josh hissed in her ear, biting the lobe when he was done speaking. Cuddy desperately shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. "Aw come on Lisa, I know you love it. Tell me you love it." Again, Cuddy shook her head. Suddenly she felt his hand across her cheek. "You stupid little cunt. Tell me you love it! Tell me you want it!" he screamed. Cuddy sobbed, trying desperately to shove him away, to get his hand out from between her legs. "Oh, you want more? You want me to fuck you?"

"Please, st-"

"Oh, you little bitch. You want my cock inside you, don't you? You want me to ram it into you so deep that I'll be the only man you ever crave until the day you die. Don't you?" Josh smirked. His hand slipped from between her thighs, going to undo his pants. Within seconds he had the button and zipper undone, pulling his penis out as he forced her harder against the wall. "Come on baby, open that wet cunt for me."

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Cuddy screamed, her eyes bursting open.

"It's okay Lise, you're safe. He can't get you," House said, noticing her insecure vision. Finally her eyes seemed to focus on him. She let out another gut wrenching sob, falling off the chair and into his arms. House could feel her shaking, her hands clawing at his back, the material of his shirt becoming bunched up in her fists. His thigh seared with pain but he didn't move. He just stayed where he was, letting the fragile woman in his arms sob and cling to him. "I've got you Lise. I've got you."

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A/N: Okay, so there's that FINALLY done…. Again guys, I'm really sorry about the massive delays this last little while. I'll do my best to have the next chapter up ASAP.

Please review. I need something to keep me going.