PART 13

House and Wilson were in his office having a powwow about how to get Cameron to quit, or at least go on maternity leave. "Did you see her before? I can tell her back is killing her. What is her problem? Why won't she see it?" Wilson mumbled to himself.

Their conversation was interrupted by Chase and Foreman, who were running down the hall, toward their patient's room. Greg and Jim jumped up and rushed after them.

They all reached the room all at the same time, no one noticed that House kept up. Their patient, a man of rather large stature, was fighting treatment, and in turn, fighting Allison. Foreman and Chase scrambled to get a sedative while Cameron tried to calm him and apply restraints. He continued to fight.

House stormed in to the room and pushed Foreman and Chase aside. Then he grabbed the man by the throat, "If you kick my pregnant wife in the stomach, I will rip your balls off and feed them to you. Calm down now before I knock you out." House growled at the man. He froze and stopped fighting instantly.

"Dr. House," Foreman said to him. House still had his hand wrapped around the man's throat.

"Greg," Cameron broke into his haze of anger, "I'm fine. Really. Let him go." With one more quick squeeze, he released the man and then turned his anger on Allison.

Greg's eyes were deeper shade of blue than she had ever seen him. He was angry, and he was scared. "Dr. Cameron-House," He purposely hyphenated her name to remind her that she was his wife in this matter and NOT his co-worker. "In my office now! Wilson, you too." Greg turned on his heel and left Wilson and Cameron to follow after him.

He was settled in his chair by the time they got there. He popped a Vicodin and scowled at her. She turned to Wilson for support and comfort, but found the same expression on his face as she did on House's. "Just what the hell did you think you were doing in there?" House asked her, fighting to control his temper.

Chin up, she answered, "My job." This was met with another look and the fear in his eyes iced over to rage. She began to defend herself. "He was going to hurt himself. He tried to get up, pull his IV..."

"Enough!" Wilson barked. She flinched. "That man was about 10 seconds away from attacking you." James started to pace; and he was so angry, this time, he was going to put his foot down this time.

"It was under control," she told him.

"Like hell it was. Do you forget, Allison, that you are pregnant and that our children are your biggest concern? Not whether some moron pulls his IV." Wilson continued to rage at her. He was so pissed.

"I said it was under control," she defended herself weakly. The reality of what just took place had started to sink in and she felt her hands start to tremble. If House or Wilson noticed, they didn't say anything. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Sorry's not good enough Allison. Dammit. You are an intelligent woman, why won't you see your limits? Why do you continue to ignore the fact that you are in pain and dead on your feet after work?" James asked her.

"I'm pregnant. Of course I'm tried and sore. I'm working, doing my job. I'm a doctor and that requires a lot of time on my feet."

"At what cost Allison? This isn't just about you. There are five lives at stake here. Yours, the babies's, mine and House's. You need to stop this; no you WILL stop this NOW!"

"You can't tell me what to do, Wilson!" She raged at him. She knew it sounded juvenile, but she would not be told what she could or could not handle. She knew her limits.

"You think? I'm on the board and if you don't listen to reason, I'm taking action." Wilson threaten her.

Up until this point, House sat in his chair, listening and watching the argument. He saw Allie tremble, and he saw Wilson get her back up. His head started to ache. Stress, stress and more stress.

"Jim," House said it very casual, but cold. Wilson shut up immediately. House got up from the chair and walked over to Cameron and pulled her into his arms. She broke and started to cry.

"I'm sorry," she sniffed, "It happened so fast. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to the babies." she sobbed. House just ran his hand over her hair and held her.

Greg turned and looked into Jim's eyes, understanding the fear and anger that still lingered there. "Allie, this has to stop, for all of our sanity."

"I know," she said as she clung to him. Wilson's words echoed in her head. "Don't be mad at me please. Jim's so mad."

"Allison," Wilson said, his voice breaking. "You just took ten years off my life. You scared the hell out of me. I'm sorry I yelled."

Allison turned and looked at him, into his chocolate brown eyes and melted. She eased away from House and pulled him to her. All three of them stood in Greg's office and embraced for a few minutes, until finally House broke away and said, "Go home Allison. You are officially on leave. Go take a bubble bath, get some sleep, and Wilson got you some chocolate, chocolate chip ice cream last night. Eat, get fat and give us some chubby little, healthy parasites to play with." he chuckled. She smiled at him and sighed.

"It would be nice to go home and do nothing. Maybe read. Maybe paint the nursery." she teased.

"No!" They replied in unison. She flashed them a smile and walked to her desk.

"You sure you can handle things without me here?"

"Well, let me see. I have been a doctor for over twenty years, Wilson for about fifteen. He is head of Oncology and a pillar in this hospital. I think we can manage. If not, we can ask Chase, he thinks he knows everything." House snarked at her.

"Well, he doesn't know everything. He doesn't know about us." They all laughed at that. Chase thought he was so observant, but he never caught on to the fact they were all together, and Foreman, true to his word, never said anything.