Ha, finally. An update. :) I'm happy you guys have given your reviews on the horrible thing that happened in the last chapter, I really love reading them and all I could say is "Thank you!" for all of those; and as a head start, this chapter, will also shock you. :))

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"Dr. House…" came a second voice, different from the first one, shaking him back to the present day. His eyes met two pairs after he blinked his own twice. Watson and Wilson's.

"You're crumpling the result, you okay?" the oncologist said as he eyed the now crumpled piece of autopsy result that was being tightly held by his friend.

Instead of words, all they got was an angered expression of House's face as he rolled the result further into a ball that made both men stand in surprise. He heavily breathed in and let his balled fist slammed his glass desk, almost breaking it. His action and the loud sound it made caused Watson and Wilson to flinch and the next thing they met were House's fierce eyes, flaming with desire to kill.

Exhaling deeply for the last time he said, "Rachel was raped."

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As soon as the three letter word landed Wilson's ear, he knew his jaw have dropped an inch or so. His eyes were wide open as he tried his best to pull himself together again.

Rachel was raped… Rachel was raped… Rachel was raped...

The word kept playing inside his head but it was his thoughts that voluntarily shoo the information away. He could feel his eyes beginning to water as anger, deep grief and concern for both House and Cuddy duel within him but he knew, whatever emotion he was holding was just an inch compared to whatever emotion that was surging through his best friend's system.

"I…" he tired to speak up but find himself gulping instead knowing he doesn't know what to say.

Standing frozen, he watched the diagnostician turned his back from them. The paper was still in his hand and the sound that he was making while crumpling the paper was still there. He knew that the thought of losing Rachel alone was already heavy enough for the man to take and knowing how her life was short lived was a different and a lot heavier story.

Taking the silence as his cue to leave, Watson decided to do so and even if Wilson wanted to do the same, he rather found himself speaking up as soon as he heard the glass door close behind him.

"I'm… I'm sorry," the oncologist said, barely above whisper.

"If you wanted to talk…" he added when House returned nothing, "I'm here."

"I'm fine," the diagnostician said with his back still facing his best friend.

"It's okay to feel depress and angered by this. It's just the normal way ---"

"Right, except for the fact that I don't feel anything."

"Oh cut the crap!" Wilson burst upon hearing the lie that made House spun around to meet his stares, "you don't have to lie. The way you crumpled the result speaks how much you wanted to scare the hell out of the man who did it to Rachel. You wanted him in front of you, on his knees as he begged for his dear life as you beat him up!"

"Are you done?" House asked, trying his best to look and to stay grounded though his thoughts would approved on the things that his best friend just said. In fact, he wanted to do more. More brutal, and more bloody than what Wilson had pictured.

At the moment, he knew he could do it… if and only if the cops have the bastard right now.

With chest still heaving from his outburst, Wilson watched as the six foot man walk passed him.

"You're going to see Cuddy?" he asked that made his friend turn his heels and faced him.

"Rooftop," the diagnostician replied after a quick head shake before turning and began walking to the door again.

"When are you going to tell her?" the oncologist asked that made House stopped and faced him for the second time.

"Not anytime soon," his friend flatly replied.

"House," Wilson began, "if there's one person who should know about this, I say it should be Cuddy," the oncologist added as he made his way in front of his friend.

They stood still for a second, with eyes locked with the other. Intense blue meeting anxious brown.

"I know, telling her isn't easy. It never is from the first place but…" the oncologist said only to be cut off when his friend turned and walk away from him, pulling the glass door open yet both feet didn't left the carpeted office.

"You want to tell Cuddy about what happened to her daughter? Go ahead but don't expect me to be there when she goes crazy upon hearing those fucking words," House spat back, indirectly voicing his concern but with much worry a lover would display.

"Not telling her would make things worse!" Wilson threw back.

Judging by the look he traced on his friend's face, he knew House was ready to deliver his own attack, louder and more intense than what he did, but a knock on the glass door made both of them land their stares to the being who was standing by the doorway.

"Dr. House," Jeff started, "Dr. Cuddy's mother wanted to know if you know Dr. Cuddy went home?"

"I thought she's with Julia," the diagnostician asked, worry owning much of his tone.

"Apparently not," the nurse replied before watching House tuned his head to look at his friend who was still standing behind him.

"Still want to tell her?" House sarcastically asked Wilson before limping his way out of his office and riding the latest elevator ride.

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"Cuddy," House called out as he closed the front door behind him upon entering Julia's Plainsboro place, to which Carmen told him her youngest daughter went.

Dropping his outer coat, his eyes scanned the house for any motion he might consider as man-made though at the end, he found nothing. He could feel the urge to leave but he came here for something, for someone and he won't leave until that person's with him, safe and sound around his arm.

"Lisa…" her name slipped out of his lips more anxious-sounding than what he wanted it to be.

He checked in the living room, dining and kitchen but all three weren't occupied by the being he was looking for. As second turn to minutes, House could feel the panic slowly creeping in inside him.

'They said she's here,' he said to himself as he limped his way down on the first floor hallway where finally, he could hear a faucet running.

"Hey, it's me, House," he said after giving a knock on the door that would lead him to the common bathroom.

He waited for the faucet to stop and for her to open up, only to realize ten minutes later that a pond of water was beginning to eat the space beneath him, soaking his shoes in the process.

"What the ---" he held back as another realization struck him.

His eyes grew wide before he looked up to the door and began hammering it with strong knocks.

"Cuddy!" He knocked but got nothing in response, "Cuddy, open the damn door!"

The moment he knew the knob was locked, panicked finally owned him. In an instant, he lifted his cane and began hammering the knob with its hook, each pound was stronger than the first. At the moment, he cared less about the damage his actions could do to his beloved cane or how big the hole on the door he'll make, all he wanted was to push the door open and see what Cuddy was up to.

The next two minutes went in a flash and the next thing House faced was an over pouring tub and a towel that seemed to be carelessly dropped on the floor earlier and was now drowned by the flowing and bubbly water.

He could have easily went out and leave again but as soon as his eyes landed on a figure in the water, his heart stopped but he waited no time to walked fast to the tub where he knew he should brace himself for something more than what he'd seen earlier.

And indeed, it was something more.

With all the strength he could gather and use, he pulled Cuddy up from the water, who was lifeless for what seemed to be a few minutes now. Her lips and skin were almost identical in color as paleness coated her usual tan skin tone.

"Cuddy… Cuddy, wake up," he ordered with shaky voice as his medical experiences seemed to be taking the backseat in his mind when every other shake, he got nothing back.

"What the hell Cuddy?! WAKE UP!" he finally yelled as his eyes watched her head limply fall back on his arms.

Setting things back in his mind, he dive his head down and smashed his lips on to hers, inhaling the trapped bubble of air inside Cuddy's throat before literally giving her his own.

His first attempt to revive her did nothing so he went in for another and just before he signal himself for the third, he felt her chest rose up as she gather the earthly air for her self this time.

Both of them were panting as his arms still protectively held her. As Cuddy lifted her tired grey eyes, all she met were House's wide and disbelieving ones.

"Ha… Hou… se," she tried to speak up but end up coughing at the end.

"Shut up before I book you a room in Mayfield for trying to kill yourself," he replied, trying his best to show no emotion at all though his heart was still heavily pounding his chest because of what happened.

"I… didn't…" she defended, "I… fell… asleep."

House looked down at her but she couldn't do the same, knowing he'll read her thoughts through her eyes. She wanted to untangle herself from his grip but her body can't even move an arm, let alone stand and walk away.

Rolling his eyes when he realized she won't look back for the next ten minutes, House pulled the nearest towel and dried her.

Indeed, there's no way he'll tell her about what he found out.

So, do you think House won't really tell her? Or will he?

How will Cuddy find out? Will she even find it out? How will she handle it?

And oh, Radtke and his gang are still in the streets of Princeton - Plainsboro!

Stay tune to know what lies ahead but before that, tell me about what you think about this chapter. :)

As always, "Thanks for Reading!"