Author's Note: Thanks for the feedback. I have no idea where I am going with this story. Hehe. None, but I think I have a vague clue as to what I'm doing.
And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go.
—We Will Become Silhouettes, The Postal Service
House walked through the glass doors of his office to find his three underlings, Cameron, Chase, and Foreman looking grimly at some paperwork.
"Good morning. Everyone seems so perky today. What did Chase sing? Foreman dance? Cameron strip? Damn, I need to be on time more often."
Cameron was not amused.
"Williamson is pregnant."
"Dr. Williamson? Someone call Ripley's, and then Guinness' and let them know we have a freak on our hands. Are you three that stupid? Honestly…"
"Emily Williamson."
"Oh, of course, the flirty girl. I knew that. Did you find out who she had sex with yet?"
Cameron glared at him again.
"I went in to ask her some questions and she denied being "sexually promiscuous" and threw her English Lit book at me. Why don't you go in there and see what you can do? She apparently has taken a liking to you."
House sighed.
"Jealous, Cameron?"
"No."
"Cameron, did you find out what school she goes to from that teacher?"
"Yeah, he mentioned it."
"Good. All right, you two,"—he pointed at Foreman and Cameron—"have the more personable personalities. Go to her school and find out what the story is over there. Talk to her friends and her teachers. She seems to hold her cards close to her chest. See if she has a diary or something they know of that might be helpful. Chase, because of your debonair looks you're staying with me and dealing with her. Did you people run an MRI on her?"
"Yes and blood work. But why are we keeping her here? She's not sick," Chase stated.
"Because," House returned.
"She's pregnant, House, not sick," Cameron backed Chase up.
"She's pregnant, and where are her parents? Have you seen them around lately? Check for Rohypnol, Ecstasy…anything in her system that links her to the possibility of being raped without her knowing."
They nodded and left the room.
"Cameron!"
The woman turned around, with one hand on the door, suspended with an inquisitive look on her face.
"Go to the school today."
"We will."
Cameron let the door shut behind her. House also left the room after he made sure she had disappeared down the hallway into the sea of people. He needed to talk to Emily Williamson. Something was not quite right. He wasn't a cop or a detective, but this was his patient, and there was something wrong.
He hobbled down to the girl's room scowling at any one who dared come near to talk to him. He had business to attend to.
He pushed open the glass door to find Chase drawing some blood from a very virulent girl.
"Hurry the hell up! This is not pleasant!" She moaned.
"Just a few more seconds."
Chase finished taking the blood and bid the patient a farewell. He looked coldly at House before exiting the room, leaving the two bitterest people in the hospital alone and together.
"Where are your parents?"
"Europe."
"Really? And they left you with your uncle?"
"Yes, of course. I do have school."
"Do they go to Europe often?" he queried.
"Why are you so interested in my parents?" She shot back.
"You've had one visitor—your teacher. You've been here for three days. Your parents would have been in here at least once."
She looked at him and tilted her head to the side.
"You think I went out and screwed every boy in school don't you?"
"No, I have an idea who you've screwed, but I'll know better by this afternoon."
Emily sighed.
"Why are you keeping me? Did your little minions tell you what I said when I was told I was…pregnant?" The word left her mouth with such distaste that House thought she would spit.
"Enlighten me."
"Iwantanabortion."
Her words came out strung together and House barely understood them.
"What?"
"I. Want. An. Abortion."
He looked at the girl and saw the defiance in her face. Her brown eyes dared him to argue with her and her strong jaw was set.
"Well…"
"Today, tomorrow…by the end of this week. Just get me what I want."
Her eyes had narrowed and for once in his life House was unsure of what he was facing. This girl was a piece of work he decided.
"We'll talk later."
She would have objected, but his eyes looked like he would deny her her wish if she argued.
As he closed the door on her room, Wilson walked by him.
"Williamson's niece?" He questioned as he fell into step next to House.
"Williamson's niece, the pain in the ass, yes," he replied.
"So, now you know how I feel?"
"Of course not. I have to go find Williamson. Have you seen the windbag lately?"
"Check the clinic. He likes to hang out there to hide from the tough cases."
House sighed.
"Please, please accompany me into the pit of very annoying sick people," House mock begged.
"Yes, of course, I'll accompany you, Princess."
House stopped in his tracks and whacked Wilson in the leg with his cane.
"I don't like those comments," he hissed.
"That was uncalled for! Jesus that hurt!"
Wilson was bent over his knee tending to it and House was scowling at him, when the man that they had been looking for, Dr. Eric Williamson walked by the cripple and the infirm.
"Boys, do you work?"
"Yes, on the occasion," House replied.
"How's my niece?"
"Haven't you visited?"
"No, she'd bite my head off."
"Where are her parents?"
"Didn't you look at the chart?"
"Her chart contained no background information. Just her medical history. Do you see something wrong here?"
"I'll look for it, but I don't know if I an find it. But, just to fill you in, my sister and brother-in-law died when she was seven. She's lived with me since."
House frowned.
"Thank you, Eric."
Williamson and Wilson both looked confused as House left with an amiable sentiment and hobbled off as quickly as he possibly could.
"That was…odd," Williamson commented.
"That was House," Wilson told him.
House burst into the Emily's room.
"Why did you lie to me?" He asked a tad furiously.
The empty bed didn't answer back.