Authors Note – Hey, I hope you liked the last chapter. This one will be longer… chapter six was only three pages in Microsoft Word so I thought it was kind of short; at least it felt like it was. Thanks to Theshowpopper, BaileyBos, Transylvanian, Prue, and Mes who reviewed throughout the whole fic so far. You guys rock. Sorry for not updating in so long. I have to study for my AP Biology exam and that's over now so I just got to work on this chapter. Anyway, here it is:

Chapter Seven-

It must have been a while before she woke up again. The lights that were on before were out. Someone must have opened the door and turned them off. Slowly, she got up and tried to regain her balance. Everything seemed as if it were moving and she couldn't stand. After her third try, she decided to crawl. She could just barely make out the door in the darkness and made her way towards it. Reaching up, she grabbed the handle and pulled herself up. Then she fumbled around looking for the light switch.

She flicked it upwards and the lights remained out. Maybe this switch wasn't for the light? She wondered and felt around for another switch. There seemed to be none so she felt her way back to the door and tried to open it. It was locked, not that she didn't think it would be, but it was worth a shot to at least try. All of a sudden there was a loud thumping noise and the room got colder. The air condition must have been turned on. That was odd because the weather was quite cold outside. She slid down against the wall and tried to get warm. Much to her dislike, the light jacket she was wearing didn't help her out much.

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"Yes, I lied; everybody lies. Cuddy doesn't want this getting around the hospital. She doesn't want any commotion."

"Oh, that's great. Just blame it all on Cuddy." Foreman gave him a nasty look, "We have a right to know what's going on, you know."

"You and the dumb blonde over there have sick people to attend to. I'll take care of this."

"She's our friend," Chase added.

"Oh, it really shows." House pointed to Chase, "You took advantage of her," he pointed to Foreman, "And you stole her report thing. You just want her back for sex and because she does the work for you."

Chase looked guilty and didn't say anything while Foreman gave House the most horrible look he could muster.

Foreman looked at the whiteboard again, "You think it's that Matt guy?"

"Go do your job."

"What about yours?"

"I'm doing my job."

"Oh really, I didn't know that your job was to be a detective and save Cameron. You're a doctor and like you said, there are people dying in this hospital."

"And Cameron could be dying right now or she might be dead. Did you ever think of that!"

"Maybe I would have if you had told us something instead of hiding everything."

House turned around and walked into his office, closing the door behind him. Chase started walking away, figuring it was time to shut up and listen to House. Foreman stayed behind and tried to get into House's office. He wasn't finished the conversation. He tried to push the door when House reached into his pocket and dangled the keys mockingly. He then picked up the grey and red ball and bounced it against the wall. He needed to think.

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The lights were on again and Cameron looked through a window that she had somehow missed before. It wasn't a window looking outside, but a window looking into another room. The lights in that room were off and Cameron was afraid to move close to the window to try and get a better look at what was in that room. Instead, she backed towards the other side of the room and tried not to look. She was confused and was sure that something bad was going on.

About ten minutes later, the lights in the other room came on, reveling what was inside. Cameron's mouth fell open when she saw a young woman sitting, strapped into a chair in the middle of the room. It took her a little while, but she figured out that it was the patient that was recently released from the hospital. Cameron got up and walked as quickly as she could to the window. She waved frantically and Virginia should have been able to see her, but there was no response. Cameron didn't understand, so she tapped on the glass.

Virginia looked around with a frightful look upon her face. Cameron pounded on the glass. Apparently, Virginia could hear her but not see her. A man then walked into the room that Virginia was in. He had his face covered so Cameron and Virginia did not see his identity. Still, Cameron had an odd feeling. She stopped pounding on the glass, but the man already heard her. He walked close to the window and waved. It sent chills up Cameron's spine. Yet, she noticed that he didn't wave directly at her. He didn't know where in the room she was; he couldn't see her, but he knew she was there.

It's one of those mirrors where you can see through one side and the other side you can't; of course! Cameron concluded. That explained a lot.

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House went to go find Cuddy. He wanted to talk to this Matt kid or at least find out where he was. House remembered seeing Cameron talking to him more than one time, most importantly right before the time she left work earlier and then disappeared. Luckily, House found Cuddy in the elevator.

"Hey, I need to ask you something," He said.

"What is it?"

"Do you remember that guy that came in to see Virginia, the patient that was just released?"

"Yeah, he was pretty nice."

"You wouldn't happen to have a way I could contact him, would you?" House replied.

"What would you need to contact him for?"

"Oh, you know, I wanted to know if he'd stop by for Poker Night next Tuesday…" House's usual sarcasm arose, "I just want to ask him a few questions."

"Uhh, about what exactly?"

"What other doctor did you see him talking to the other week?"

Cuddy thought for a moment and then looked up at House, "…Cameron."

"Ding, ding, ding!"

"You don't think…"

"I'm not jumping to conclusions, but he might at least have some information. Especially if he was one of the last people to see her."

"Well, I think I have his phone number written down in my office."

"Good, let's go get it and I'll give him a call."

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Cameron hoped that her conclusions were right because she hoped that the person that just walked into the other room couldn't see her. She wanted to crawl up in the corner of the room and hide. There was nowhere to hide so she just watched what was happening in the other room. All of sudden, a phone rang; the man's cell phone.

"Hello?" he flicked open his phone. There was a pause and then he spoke again. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do anything wrong or harm anyone."

"I know you have her. Don't pretend to be dumb." The man on the other end of the line said and then argued with another voice in the background.

"I have something I need to do. Besides, you don't know where I'm at anyway. You'll never find us. Don't worry, you'll get her back… in what condition I'm not too sure myself." And then he closed the phone and looked into the mirror. Cameron swore he was looking at her or at least he meant to look at her. He had no idea where in the room she was.

She then saw the man whisper something in Virginia's ear. What exactly he said, Cameron didn't know. But then the man looked back into the mirror and started walking towards the glass. He knocked and just stared.

And then he spoke, "Hi Cameron. I'm sorry our date didn't turn out so well. I really never meant for you to get hurt, but why did you save her. She wasn't meant to live and you saved her. She married him and forgot about me. I loved her and she never loved me back!" He was yelling now and Cameron could see that he was upset and angry. She was more afraid of this man than the one on the phone five minutes ago. "You got in my way and you had to be stopped. I'm just sorry that it had to be you. I'm willing to spare you if the cops cooperate, but don't get your hopes up. They'd never listen to my demands; they never listen to any psychotic kidnappers demands. That means you will probably die in the room you are in now… alone, though not too painfully."

Cameron was so afraid and confused. She had trusted him and he was going to let her die, well, it was actually he that put in this life or death situation. It was safe to say he was going to murder her, even if he didn't actually stab her or shoot her; it was still murder nonetheless. She backed into a corner and tried to stop herself from shaking so much. What she needed to do was to clear her mind and think this through.

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House slammed down the phone on Cuddy's desk and nearly smashed in doing so. "Damn it!" He yelled, making three nurses walking by the office turn their heads. Noticing who it was, they just rolled their eyes and kept walking down the hall.

He slumped into a chair and banged his cane on the group before burying his head in his hands and sighing. "What are we going to do?"

""I don't know, House. I really don't know."

"Well, you should!"

"What am I supposed to do because if you know something, then stop holding it back!"

"You let her leave with that guy!"

"Everyone who met the guy surely didn't think he was a criminal. I'm sure Cameron wouldn't go off with some weird man, she's old enough to decide who she can trust and who she can't."

"Obviously not!"

"So why didn't you stop her, then? You could have easily told her to stay here and work on something. You probably just ignored her because you were watching soap operas or playing with your Gameboy."

"Oh, what's that supposed to mean?"

"Figure it out! Meanwhile, I'm going to the police station. Maybe they can track the call and figure out the location of this guy. Arguing isn't going to get us anywhere."

House just glared at her as she walked out of the room. Then, of course, he realized he was in her office and he got up to leave.

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The door handle slowly turned and Cameron crawled over to the far corner of the room. She closed her eyes and tried to wake herself up from this nightmare. Unfortunately, waking up wasn't possible when you weren't sleeping. Matt walked into the room and stood over her. Her eyes were still closed, but she felt his presence and dared not look.

"What are you so afraid of?" he asked, kneeling down and tapping her on the shoulder. "I already said that you probably wouldn't die. I actually liked you; it's a shame that you got in the way."

She looked up at him and peered into his eyes, "You're a psychopath… you don't care. You killed an innocent man and are going to kill the woman you loved? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"She betrayed me! She never loved me…"

"You love her, what's the difference if she loves you back! Does she really need to die after you stripped her of everything she cared about? Is that satisfying?"

"Shut up or you will die!" he stood up and kicked her and then he punched the wall.

At least he left the room after that, Cameron was happy about that. She was still scared and angry and nervous. She felt so dumb and knew that if House were here right now he wouldn't let her live it down. She trusted a man she knew nothing about and now she was going to die.

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Author's Note- Well, that's the end of chapter seven. So sorry that it took so long. Next chapter should be up a lot faster than it took me to write this one. Please review and let me know what you think! )