Yes, Vogler may have quit…but evil never dies.

Physical Therapy

Chapter 4

"He deals drugs!" House said, slamming a stack of freshly- printed paper down on Wilson's desk.

"Who? What?" Wilson had been on his way to dreamland, but Dr. House had dragged him back down to earth.

"Ryan Enkelmann…whoops, Taylor Arnold, DEALS DRUGS!" House stared right into Wilson's eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes, Wilson! Weak up and read this:" He said, thrusting the papers at him. It was a newspaper article from Medford, Oregon.

"I've never heard of Medford before," said Wilson.

"Nobody has. Just read, whilst I bask in my greatness."

James Wilson frowned. "You do that."

He read:

"The Medford Star"

June 23, 2002

"Ryan Enkelmann was arrested today at the US Bank, located just outside of Medford yesterday. His alias ("Taylour Arnold") was revealed by local illegal Crystal Meth, or 'angel dust' dealers a week ago. They said, "He must have a meth lab in his basement, man, because we know he's got it." - Ralph Buchanan, drug dealers. Enkelmann had also cheated the dealers out of their marijuana, but that's another article…"

The article went on to say more about other things Enkelmann had done, like bank heists and such. The papers behind the Medford Star described such felonies.

"Look! There's a report from Pheonix in 1994 and two years later in Alpine, Texas!" House was in frenzy. "And here, he even went so far as to rob some little old lady's home in Carrolton, Missouri. How low will he go?"

Wilson smirked. "Apparently low enough to try to trick a woman in New Jersey in 2005. He does more than deal drugs. Shit, House. He was arrested for assaulting his girlfriend in 3 out of the four states."

"He switched his name in every town, see? And in Medford, it was spelled with a 'u.' Wait…what did you say?"

"He assaulted his girlfriend. Brutal assault."

"Oh, shit."

"That's bad."

"Oh, shit," He repeated.

"But…why's he working in a hospital?

"Don't know," House said, flopping down into a chair. "But we got to get this guy away from Cameron." He leaned forward, motioning for Wilson to lean in. "You believe me, don't you?"

Wilson nodded. "I will help you in anyway I know how."

House eased up a bit. "Good. Wait…why do you believe me? I mean, knowing me, I'm not one to be trusted."

"House, you haven't said a rude or snide thing in a week. You're serious about this, I can see that."

For the second time in three days, Wilson and House fell into silence, deeply thinking. Then, House piped up.

"So, how do we break this to Cameron?"

"Good question. We have to be gentle on her."

"Yeah. And we can't flat out tell her 'by the way, you're boy friend sells drugs and beats women up.'" He winced again.

Dr. Wilson nodded slowly. "The only way to see her reaction is if we try. Let's go tell her." He got up and made his way to the door.

"Should we take the papers?" House questioned.

Wilson shook his head. They both left, a purpose in their step.

They found Cameron mixing sick- looking liquids in the lab. House cleared his throat before speaking.

"Uh, Cameron?"

"Yes, Dr. House?"

Wilson took an advancing step. "We've got some…er…news."

At this, Cameron turned around, looking genuinely concerned. "Oh, God. What is it?"

"It's about Ry- Taylor." House said.

"What about him? Is he…is he okay?" Cameron began to hyperventilate slightly. Stress was not good on her.

"I just think…maybe you should stop seeing him."

Cameron exhaled and rolled her eyes. "Jesus, House you scared me. I thought he was in an accident or something. Don't do that." She turned around and continued her combinations of chemicals. "Now, why don't you want me to see him? How did you even know I was seeing him?"

House shot an urgent look to Wilson, and mouthed at him "How do I know that they're dating?"

Wilson stepped up to the plate. "Oh, err, Foreman told me. I told House. Yeah." House frowned, and mouthed 'nice cover, James.'

"Whatever." She shook her head.

"Well, he's not a very nice…person." House tried to explain. He was doing a shitty job of it.

"Whatever."

"He's done some things in his past that have…questionable legality."

"You're saying he's a criminal."

"Exactly!" Wilson blurted. House hit him upside the head.

"You guys are insane. He's perfectly fine. There is not a mean bone in his body."

"We have police reports on him, Cameron."

Cameron's face flushed with pink. She was getting pissed. "Liar."

"Why would I lie?"

"Because you're a bastard."

House took a step back. It wasn't the remark that shocked him. It was the fact that the remark came out of Cameron. It was like a bunny that had grown fangs; Cameron was never nasty.

"Well, gosh, Cameron, I already knew that, but I'm trying to help."

"No, you're not. This is you're idea of a joke." She turned on her heel, but Wilson caught up with her.

"Cameron, we would not tell you this if we did not mean it. He is not safe. You need to end you're relationship with him."

Her eyes flared as she looked at House with rage. "You've dragged him into this, too? You are too much, Dr. House. Too much." Her hands flew up as if surrendering, and she stormed out.

Wilson leaned up against the wall; House joined him.

"Well," Wilson stated. "That went well."

House hit him upside the head.