A/N: Okay… This is something I've never done on any of my fictions before. If you read everything, you'll probably have a clue as to what I'm talking about.

Anyway, another early warning: Keep breakable items from your reach for you might hurl it at me with this chapter. XD

Hopefully this one didn't sound too contrived or anything… anyway, I hope you guys like it.

Where are the others?

[9] chapters until finale.

BREAKING WALLS

CHAPTER 36: Fall to Pieces

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April 17, Thursday, 2 am

House woke up to the incessant noise of his cell phone ringing. Forcing his eyes open, he tracked down the device with his hand and accidentally made it fall to the floor, causing him to groan. He looked to his side and was pleased that Cuddy barely woke to it. He sat up in bed and picked up his phone, answering it then while he used one hand to pull the covers up under Cuddy's chin.

"House?" Foreman's voice called on the other line.

"Talk before I castrate you," House threatened as he exited the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee.

"You have to get down here. We've tried everything but the patient's reaction to all the procedures and meds is but the same. Patient's getting worse."

"Why is this any of my problem again?" House asked with a yawn, grabbing a mug from his cupboard.

Rolling his eyes and then smirking at the other end Foreman answered, "I don't know… maybe because you're our boss? And by the way, I'm sure Cuddy would love to hear about you ignoring an emergency page."

House smirked in return, sipping his coffee, "Good point. I'm on my way."

"Hurry."

"Yes, boss," House sarcastically replied then hung up.

House finished his coffee and placed the mug in the sink then went to the bedroom to check on Cuddy. She was still fast asleep and he hated waking her up. Pressing a kiss on her neck House stood from bed and got a piece of paper then scrawled sloppily on it.

House then got dressed quickly, locked the door and left.

Unknown time…

"Ramon, is everything ready for our little House surprise?" he asked.

"Ready as soon as the target is out of the house, in her car, and on the road, boss. Will I get paid big if I get this job done?"

"Need I remind you that there'll be no payment since you owe me?"

"Just kidding, brother. You and Maria were the only family I had. House deserves pain. He doesn't have a child but I'm sure having his lady love hurt would mar him all the same."

"I know, Ramon. Just be ready. Sweet revenge is near, I can smell it."

That was it. The morning his revenge started… or ended, if the outcome gratified him enough to stop.

It was sad that Cuddy had to be with House. Now she had to be part of what he had planned.

And House hadn't the slightest idea what was to happen that morning.

Perfect.

4 am

Cuddy woke up in House's bed that morning feeling like she was going to throw up. Turning to her side, she noticed immediately that House wasn't in bed. Frowning, she checked the time. It was two minutes to four am.

Cuddy slowly sat up to control the queasiness she was feeling and that was when she saw a little note with House's messy scribble. Smiling at his thoughtful note, she read it and then sighed. He was called in because of the patient.

The nausea bubbling up from within her again, Cuddy cautiously ran to the bathroom and dry-heaved for a few times. Breathing through her mouth Cuddy leant her elbows on the rim of the toilet seat and waited to make sure it won't happen again.

Unfortunately it did and she once again heaved on the bowl for quite some time until the nausea mellowed out. Breathing somewhat heavily, she carefully stood up and walked towards the sink, washing her face and brushed her teeth afterwards.

She felt like crap. Dragging herself to the kitchen she tried to scour the cabinets for coffee. Turning, she smiled when she saw a glass container filled halfway with coffee. It was fairly obvious it wasn't hot anymore since she couldn't smell it. She deliberated making a new cup but decided to warm the coffee left in the pot instead. A few minutes later however, the aroma that used to be invigorating to her nostrils suddenly set off her nausea and she quickly turned off the machine and she quickly ran to the bathroom and did what she just did earlier.

Leaning back against the door behind her after a few minutes, Cuddy scrubbed a hand down her face. She could just call in sick today, she thought. Either way, she had to get ready and dressed just in case she felt better in a few hours.

If she was to inform HR and break the news to the board on Monday's meeting, she had to be very, shall we say, behaved and normal, as long as she was with House. Obviously those against her own jerk was going to use this against her and the diagnostician some time.

Cuddy searched House's drug cabinet for some Pepto-Bismol just in case the nausea didn't stop but she didn't find any. Not having been able to find anything else that could make do for Pepto-Bismol, she donned a bra, wore jogging pants and one of House's shirts and headed to the nearest 24-hour drugstore or 7-Eleven she could find by car.

Having found a drugstore, a sudden thought occurred to Cuddy while waiting for the woman to give her, her change. She spotted pregnancy test kits on one rack and her eyes widened the slightest and her heart began to thud faster.

That thought haven't occurred to her until she saw the box.

Could she be…?

Unconsciously, a small smile crept onto her face. Hopeful? Yes, maybe, she didn't know. Should she be? What if she wasn't? Obviously she would be disappointed. If she was…? She'd be unbelievably happy! She's wanted her own child, God knew how she's longed for one.

"Miss… are you okay?" apparently she's been staring at the box for too long that the pharmacist had to pull her from her thoughts.

Shaking herself mentally, Cuddy smiled and told her she was fine. When the pharmacist handed her the change Cuddy grabbed two boxes of pregnancy test kits and paid for it then left.

Cuddy was very anxious to take the test the moment pregnancy entered her mind. She couldn't help but glow at the prospect of being pregnant. And with House's child, undoubtedly. The visual of her own blue eyes on a girl or a boy kept making her smile; exceptional blue eyes on a baby girl and a baby boy made her heart squeal all the more, though.

Taking a deep breath, Cuddy calmed herself. Her nausea could just as easily be a bug. No need to get her hopes up just yet.

Locking the door to House's apartment, Cuddy excitedly walked to the bathroom with the test kits in her hands. Closing the door, she inhaled and let out a breath, hoping in less than ten minutes, her dream of having a child would finally come true.

House's office, 5:14 am

"What do you want?" Carl groaned into the phone, mindless why his cousin just had to call him that early in the morning.

"I need your mutt to do something for me," House grumbled tiredly into the phone, his tennis ball in his hand.

Scrubbing a hand on his face, Carl rolled onto his other side and scrunched up his face in confusion. "My mutt?"

House rolled his eyes. Of course, how could he forget? His cousin was very slow when he was sleep deprived. "Your PI? Private Investigator? Seriously, cousin, you haven't changed a bit." House smirked.

"Sorry, I didn't know I had to change for you." Carl sarcastically drawled out, his voice low.

"You going to help me, or what?" House sniped.

Rolling his eyes which were now open, Carl scoffed, "Since you asked so nicely I—"

"I'm serious."

"What's up?" House's cousin asked, sitting up on bed. A moment later he stood up and went to the kitchen for coffee. House informed Carl about everything and his cousin then promised to have his PI look into it and have someone trail House around.

House's apartment, 4:10 am

She couldn't believe it.

Positive.

Cuddy had been staring at the dipstick for what seemed like an eternity already. She then clasped it tightly in her hand, a scream of victory wanting to pour from her lips but she managed to hold it back. Instead she smiled brightly, her day just as bright already.

God, she loved House.

Biting her lip, Cuddy glanced down at her abdomen which wasn't even the slightest bit showing… yet. She wrapped her arms low atop it, and smiled, a lone celebrative tear left her eye and she chuckled.

She was pregnant.

House… How would he take the news? She more than prayed he takes it well. Either way, she couldn't wait to tell him.

Her thought were now in overdrive. And it was caused by two positive pregnancy tests: proofs that she was pregnant.

Cuddy kept the tests and she happily got ready for work that day. She kept biting her lower lip once in a while to keep herself from grinning like an idiot. She didn't care if she went it very early that day, she just couldn't wait to tell House and get a blood test.

Good thing she had something sexy red in her wardrobe at House's place, she thought as she got dressed.

6 am

Another bout of nausea attacked her an hour before after having eaten breakfast and she was more than grateful that it stopped. She was a doctor yet she didn't want to risk taking the meds she bought just in case she wasn't part of the 'general' in the medication's 'C' label.

After double-checking that everything needed to be unplugged was unplugged, and that she had everything she needed, Cuddy got to her car, started it, and carefully positioned her seatbelt with a small smile. Taking a deep breath, she put her hands on the wheel and started driving.

Seven minutes into her drive, her Blackberry rang and she checked it with one hand, smiling when she saw it was House.

"Hey," she answered with a smile, keeping her eyes on the road.

"You're cheerful this morning. We didn't have sex last night, what's up?" House asked, reclining on his chair and bouncing his ball against the wall.

Cuddy rolled her eyes but her smile was still intact. Nothing House said today would make her mood deflate. She was beyond ecstatic.

"I have something important to tell you when I get there," Cuddy informed him.

"Should I be scared?" House mocked.

Cuddy bit her lip. "Maybe…"

"Hang up, woman, and get your ass down here now. Wouldn't want you running over someone, now, do we?"

Cuddy chuckled, "I'll have you know I'm not as reckless a driver as you are, House."

"I know. So… good news?"

Cuddy smiled and nodded even if he couldn't see her do so. "Yes. Good news."

"See you, bye." House said and then hung up.

Dropping her phone on the seat next to her Cuddy took a deep breath and smiled as she waited for the light to go green. Glancing at her rearview mirror she frowned. The same Toyota has been following her for quite some time now.

Almost jumping out of her skin, Cuddy stepped on it and started driving again when said car honked at her mercilessly. Apparently the light was green already.

Cuddy continued driving, but still nerved by the car following her without the slightest concern about her recognizing the plate or the car brand.

"Ramon, what's your status?"

"Just following the target. You didn't tell me she was hot," Ramon answered lasciviously.

"You don't get to touch her. Nobody does. You do what you're told and get out of the scene!"

"Party pooper."

"I said---"

"I know, I know! Jeez, alright!"

Stopping at another light, Cuddy's heart began to race when she glanced back at the driver, who then looked at her maliciously, blinking and smiling lecherously back at her. Since they were on stop why the hell wasn't he getting out of the car?

Grabbing her phone while they were still on red, Cuddy speed-dialed House and waited for him to answer.

"What, miss me already?" House answered, his voice giving her a brief rush of calming breath.

"Someone's following me," she told him in a serious voice, once again glancing at the man in the car behind her. Unfortunately, their cars were the same height that she couldn't get the plate.

House stilled in his chair, dropping the ball and standing up as adrenaline started to stream into his system like venom, spreading into his veins.

"What?"

"A green Toyota is following me. I can't see the plate. House, I'm scared," Cuddy's voice was starting to tremble. Cuddy verbally admitting that she was scared got to House.

"Just calm down. Where are you?" House asked and Cuddy informed him where she was.

"Now, just hang up before troopers cuff you and before you get into an accident. Drive safely, I'm on my way—"

"Just stay there. I'm about fifteen minutes from the hospital." Cuddy said. She'd rather that she knew he was safe in the hospital instead of out looking for her. Neither of them know if this was some sort of ploy to get him out there.

"Be safe," House told her, reluctantly agreeing with her.

"I will," Cuddy said and hung up.

Cuddy went a little faster trying to get away from Ramon but she had to stop at another light. She was suddenly jerked forward when the Toyota Corolla jarred her from behind, hitting her Lexus' rear. Glancing back with her face slowly draining in color, Cuddy looked at the menace driving the car behind her.

Scaring her, Ramon backed up a little before stepping on the accelerator causing Cuddy to hit the gas and ignored the red light. Thankfully, no car hit her on the side and she drove faster than she ever had.

Turning on a corner towards her route unconsciously too fast and mindless of anything else other than escaping the man following hot on her trail, she was caught unaware when a car roared it's horns beside her but everything happened in a flash and it was too late.

House and their unborn child was the last thing that crossed Cuddy's thoughts before losing consciousness and drowning in the confines of airbags in the aftermath of her Lexus' collision with a Ford Escape hitting her car at a fast speed and another vehicle hitting her tail end afterwards.

Ramon victoriously smiled when he saw the damage done. Poor woman, he thought in malice. Grabbing his phone, he dialed his brother's number and proudly stated, "Mission accomplished." Quickly reversing, Ramon drove out of the scene and headed to where his brother awaited him.

Smiling to himself after the phone call, Albert Costas felt victorious at his first shot at getting back against the man who thought he was right all the time. Glancing down at a picture of a beautiful green-eyed girl in his hands, he thought she'd slowly get her long-deserved peace and justice.

Okay, no torches please! *hides under the bed*

A/N:

Please leave a rev and let me know what you think.

----- What happens to the baby?!?!?!

What the hell could have invoked such rage from Costas? Hmmm…

Spoiler:

Wilson might be the next victim… who knows?