Author's Note: Thanks for reading and reviewing! D Now finally on to chapter five!

Chapter Five-

Light flooded into the room and right into House's eyes, still, that wasn't what woke him up. What woke him up was Wilson in the kitchen. Apparently, a whole bunch of pots and pans just crashed onto the kitchen floor.

"Hey Wilson, what the hell are you doing in there?" House inquired angrily.

"Sorry, I'm not used to Cameron's kitchen and if you really want to know, I'm cooking breakfast. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"Oh!" House lit up, "Are you making pancakes?"

"Yes, actually, chocolate chip to be precise. See Cameron actually has food in her fridge. I didn't have to go out and buy everything to make a decent meal."

"Well, what do you expect? She's a woman, cooking is a girl thing."

"Are you calling me girly?" Wilson poked his head around the corner to look at House.

House shook his head, "No, no, of course not. Even if you were, you still make good food."

"Gee thanks."

Eventually, House decided to get up off the surprisingly comfortable couch he had slept on and went to get ready for work. A few minutes later he discovered that he had slept in his clothes and getting ready for work was already done. He could use a shower though, and he was curious about what Cameron kept in her bathroom, so he decided to get washed.

Cameron's bathroom was normal sized and the walls were had striped white and light green and blue wallpaper. She kept everything neat and tidy. The toothbrush and toothpaste were off to one side of the sink and her hairbrushes and hair ties were on the other. The mirror was sparkling clean and House realized that he looked horrible. Maybe, he decided, he'd look better after his shower when the mirror was fogged up. At least he wouldn't be able to tell how bad he looked if the mirror was fogged up and he preferred it that way. He didn't like bothering about his appearance, though every once in a while looking good turned out to be a big deal.

He stepped into the shower and looked around for the soap. Unfortunately, there was none. Instead, was a bottle of sunlit raspberry shower gel that he was forced to use. Then again, he really should have expected something like this. Did he really think that a woman like Cameron would have a bottle of Axe in her shower just in case he happened to sneak into her house and spend the night? Haha, no. House refused to wash his hair based on the fact that the shampoo smelled like tropical flowers and had to settle to just letting it be rinsed clean by the water.

Once finished his shower, he redressed and towel dried his hair. Surprisingly, it really didn't look that much better than normal. Maybe if he blow dried it; wait, did he just think that? He shook his head and left the bathroom.

"Well, well, look who it is," Wilson said, "Breakfast is on the table."

"Thanks."

"Hey, do you smell raspberries?" Wilson sniffed the air.

"Uhhhh, raspberries? No, I don't smell anything." House played it cool.

Wilson simply shrugged and went to fix his hair. "I'll be out in a sec. Can you refill my mug with some coffee? Thanks."

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Light flooded into the room and right into Cameron's eyes. This light came from the bright lights hanging from the ceiling of the room. She opened her eyes, now wide awake and suddenly filled with terror. Peering around, she discovered that she was alone in a fairly large room. It seemed to be an office or room where meetings would take place, but there was no furniture. The only thing in the room was a window on one wall that looked into another room. She sighed. At least she was alone and safe, for now. Now all she needed to do was find out where she was and why. Hopefully, she'd find out soon. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep again. All of sudden she was so tired.

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"Hey Foreman," Chase greeted. He was sitting with his feet up on the table and the newspaper in his hands. He seemed to be very engrossed in one small story in particular.

"What are you reading over there?"

"Some woman was kidnapped or something."

"Oh, that's a shame. Name?"

"Well, that's why I'm particularly interested; it's that Virginia girl that just left her a few days ago."

Foreman was now also interested and he threw his stuff on the table so he could hurry and read the article. Chase finished reading and let Foreman have the paper.

"Wait, she was attacked before and now she's been kidnapped? Coincidence… I don't think so." Foreman noted.

"Yeah," replied Chase, "It's odd."

"What's so odd?" House limped into the room and butted into Chase and Foreman's conversation.

"That Virginia girl was kidnapped."

House didn't say anything; he just got a weird look on his face like he was in deep concentration.

"What?" Chase asked.

"Nothing."

Chase just gave House a weird look and shrugged. He got up and walked around the room, looking out the door and down the hallway. He saw Foreman coming and greeted him as he walked into the room.

"Guess it's still just us guys?" Foreman commented.

"Yuppers, wow it's going to fun today huh?" House said sarcastically.

"Uh, whatever. What are you reading?"

"It's…" Chase began but House cut him off.

"It's an article about our patient that was just released."

"What?"

"She was kidnapped." House added.

"So where is she?"

"Well I didn't say I kidnapped her," said House as he rolled his eyes.

Foreman put his things down on the table and took a seat across from Chase.

"So what are we doing today anyway? Are we just going to read the newspaper all day?" He looked at House.

"Nope."

"Well that answers the second part of the question."

"I don't know, I'm probably going to be a doctor and help sick people. I really don't care what the rest of you do." He said this without taking his eyes off of the article and his face did not change his expression of deep thought.

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She was in a chair in the middle of a different room. She tried to move but couldn't and found that she was strapped in. What was going on? That was exactly the thought reeling through her mind right now. Looking around she found that she was alone. This made her slightly relieved, but still extremely anxious.

There was a night table right next to the chair she was in and on it was note. The note was left, apparently, for her to read. It was unfolded and the writing was big enough for her to read from where she was sitting.

To Whom It May Concern:

Missing something, or should I say, someone? I've heard the news, scene the broadcasts, and read the articles in the newspaper. Discontinue your search for Virginia and whatever else you're missing will be returned. Don't and the consequences will be dire. I want any evidence or findings you have plus the police report burned. Show me the ashes by the end of the week and you might find one of the ones you are looking for.

So, Virginia, do you like the ransom letter? Sorry it doesn't help you much, but at least we won't have to worry about those pesky cops bothering us. And that doctor won't be causing us much trouble either. She'll be quiet for a long time unless they're actually good enough to figure it out.

Sincerely,

Well, that certainly did nothing to make her feel any better. She still had no clue where she was or why. At least now she knew that people were looking for her and that they probably wouldn't find her.

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Author's Note: Well, that's the end of chapter 5. Hope you liked it. D Thanks for reading.