Chase paced around in the hallway of the courthouse, waiting for Park and Foreman to emerge and tell them how things went. They all knew that $35 million was a ridiculous amount for the Whitehall's to be asking for, but they were also afraid that the judge would side with them. They were the grieving family after all.

"Would you please sit down?" Taub asked.

"At least if I'm up and moving around I'm not bored." Chase replied.

"But you're making me dizzy."

"This would be much easier if this was open to the public." Adams rolled her eyes.

They had already been waiting for the last two hours for some news. But as of yet, nothing.

"Hopefully it won't be too much longer." Taub leaned back on the hard bench and let himself rest against the cool, hard wall behind him.

"I can't believe House isn't here." Adams commented after a few moments of silence.

"I can't believe you've been working for House for nearly a year and you're still surprised by what he says and does." Taub replied.

Chase tried to drown out their voices. He had almost wished that neither of them had come along. It would be nice and quiet if they'd stayed either at home or at the hospital, but instead he was having to listen to them babble about absolutely nothing. He knew that part of his problem was nerves. He was afraid that they were going to come out of their saying the judge ruled in favor of the Whitehalls and he knew that there was no way Park could ever afford to pay half of a $35 million judgement. What would she do then? He may have had enough money to hire an ace detective for her, but he could never being to help pay that bill. Not that she would in a million years allow it.

"Chase, just sit down." Adams' voice cut into his thoughts.

He allowed himself to be led over to the bench where the other two waited. Pacing would do no more good than sitting there. He just hoped that they would hear something soon.

Park and Foreman sat in the court and waited nervously for the judge to take his seat. Park looked to her left, her lawyer sat next to her, and Foreman to her right had the hospital attorney sitting to his right. She looked over to the table where the Whitehalls sat with their lawyer and could just picture them celebrating when the judge awarded them a disgusting amount of money. Her lawyer had tried to convince her to file a counter suit, for her hospital bills and for ''pain and suffering'' as he put it, but she didn't want that. She wanted to all of this over and behind her as soon as she possibly could. She was sick of lawyers and after only one trip into the courthouse, she was sick of it as well.

"Good morning." Judge Harper said as he sat down in the large leather chair. "This is a very serious matter." he added as he looked over the file before him. He looked up and stared at the Whitehalls before speaking again. "I must say first off, I am sorry for your loss. I know the pain of losing a child."

Park and Foreman looked at each other, both finding the comment to be a bad sign of what was to come.

"And to Miss Park, I am also sorry." the judge continued. "I do not know the feeling of violation that you must now be familiar with, and it should never have happened to you." he cleared his throat. "That being said, I'm afraid Mr and Mrs Whitehall that I am throwing out your suit."

Park wanted to burst into tears as the words were spoken. A feeling of relief flooded her and she felt Foreman's hand on her shoulder and turned to see a smile on his face.

"While what happened to your son that day was tragic, you do own some responsibility in what took place." the judge went on once the Whitehall's attorney settled them down. "You were told years ago, when your son was only nine years old, that he was showing signs of obsessive behavior, he stalked one of his classmates. You ignored those warnings and suggestions that you seek help for your son..."

"My clients sought help for him according to their beliefs." their attorney spoke up.

"They put their religious beliefs above the mental well being of their own child." Judge Harper replied. "I am a Christian man and I do believe in the power of prayer, but I would never suggest to anyone that they use prayer as an alternative to physical or mental healthcare. Their prayers should have been something they did while he was given the counseling he so desperately needed."

Park wanted to scream in joy as the judge continued. That was exactly what she felt when she read the file the private detective sent to her lawyer.

"Because of this, over the span of more than ten years, your son stalked and terrorized six women." Judge Harper kept talking. "It sadly led to your son's death. I am certain that Miss Park did not wake up that morning ever imagining that not only would she have to fight for her life, but that she would have to take another life in order to preserve her own." he looked to Park. "I cannot begin to imagine what went through your mind during the attack, Miss Park. I honestly think I would never want to."

He took a drink of water and sat silent for a moment, almost as if to let his words sink in. "I will not force Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital or Miss Park pay such an excessive amount for what took place that day. On their part, it was a horrible accident. I've looked over the medical files and when you claim that they did not do enough to save your son, I've had three independent physicians tell me that according to the autopsy reports, your son was killed almost instantly."

"By a weapon Miss Park had in her possession illegally." the Whitehall attorney pointed out, grasping at straws as he realized the case was lost.

"And she has been placed on probation for that." the judge nodded, knowing full well that Park had the stun gun. He had done his research into all of this before deciding on his course of action. "It's still not enough for me to hand down such a judgement." he took a deep breath. "That being said, I have decided that you will be reimbursed for the cost of your son's treatment that day and the funeral costs that were incurred after this most tragic incident. I've looked over the files and I have decided to award you the reimbursement for both in the amount of $11,363.02." he waited for the groans on the Whitehall side of the room to subside. "The amount will be split between Princeton-Plainsboro and Miss Park. That means each side will have to pay $5,681.51 to the Whitehalls." he shuffled some papers and put them back into the folder which he took them from. "I'm sorry to disappoint you." he turned his attention to the Whitehalls. "But, you must own up to your part of what has taken place. And I do pray, honestly I do, that if you have anymore children and someone tells you they need some sort of help, physical or psychological, that you get them help immediately." he turned to Park and Foreman's side of the room. "And to Miss Park, I hope that you get the help you need to overcome what has taken place, you have to contend both being stalked, being attacked and the guilt that you no doubt feel from taking the life of Kyle Whitehall. It's not something I would wish on anyone." He took another sip of water. "That is my judgement. I wish all of you the best." he added before getting to his feet and heading into his chambers.

"That's it?" Park asked as she tried to ignore the glares coming from Mr. and Mrs. Whitehall as they left the room crying.

"That's it." both of the lawyers at her table nodded. "Congratulations for getting a fair minded judge."

"So I can go back to work?" she asked Foreman.

"The hospital board just needs to get the signed judgement from the court so they know all of this really took place, and then you can get back to mysterious illnesses and House torturing you."

"I think you have some friends waiting for you." her lawyer nodded towards the doors that stood open.

She quickly made her way out and stopped before them.

"Well?" Adams asked. "They were crying when they left, but that could be good or bad."

"I have to pay just over five grand for the cost of medical bills and funeral costs, and I can go back to work soon!" she smiled, shaking in excitement.

"That's great." Chase said as he picked her up and gave her a hug, spinning her around.

"Things can go back to normal now." Adams smiled as she took her turn hugging Park. "It's all over."

Chase saw the look that passed over Park's face. He knew that her legal worries were over and was happy she would be rejoining them at work, but he knew full well that the guilt of having killed another person was not going to go away. No amount of time could do away with that.