Author's Note- Thanks for reading and reviewing. Now on to Chapter Eight:
Chapter Eight-
Cuddy walked into the police station and walked to the front desk.
"Hello, can I help you with something?" the man asked her.
"I'm Lisa Cuddy… from the hospital."
"Oh, hold on a second." He left the room for a few minutes and came back with another man, of which whom she had spoken with earlier on the phone. He motioned for her to come into another room, his office. She took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk while he sat in the big comfy chair across the room.
"Have you found any new information?" Cuddy asked, "Because I have something that may be of use to the investigation."
"Nothing as of yet. We're still looking into the fingerprints on the envelope. You have information?"
"In my office not too long ago, a man that works for me named Dr. House called one of our former patient's friends. We both saw Cameron with this man before she stopped showing up to work and assumed…"
"Sorry to cut you off, but why would you assume that this man had anything to do with anything related to this case?"
"Dr. Cameron has been gone from work for a few days now. Before she stopped showing up she had Virginia as a patient. A man named Matt kept coming in to visit Virginia and see how she was doing. He claimed to be a friend and seemed a nice enough guy at the time. However, Cameron left work one day with this man so claim two nurses who happened to be in the lobby that night. She hadn't been seen or heard from since and neither has this man named Matt."
"So Dr. House called him?" the man continued.
"Yes, he and his colleague Wilson were under the assumption that this man had Cameron. Dr. House is bold and doesn't care about privacy or respected; he got the number from my office and called it. Matt answered and House said he pretended to be innocent, but gave himself away. He obviously has both of the women somewhere and may harm them if we don't find them fast enough. I was hoping maybe you could use the cell phone number and figure out his location from that."
"I'll make a phone call to see what we can do. I can get in touch with you by calling the hospital I presume?" He replied.
"Of course." Cuddy got up to leave when he started to say something.
"If you were in position, would it be smarter to take a chance and not do as this man says, possibly letting both women die… or would it be better to listen to his demands, lose evidence, and maybe get one girl back alive?"
Cuddy didn't know what to say, "Uhh… I don't really know. You could make copies of the information and then hand him the original evidence. That might backfire, too, though if he found out. Just a thought, but I am a doctor, not a detective."
"Yes, of course," his voice trailed off and Cuddy decided to leave now.
Meanwhile, House was walking out of the front door of the clinic. Wilson ran up and stopped him from opening the door, "And just where do you think you're going?"
"Let go of the door; I have a weapon!" House said, brandishing his cane out in front of him.
"Your cane?" Wilson asked, "Yeah, like I'm afraid of that."
"You should be. Now either get out of my way or come with me; I'm going to find Cameron."
"And how do you expect to do that when you don't even know where she is?"
"Hence the word 'find' in my statement. I never said I was going to go pick her up at the train station or something."
They walked outside and to House's car; his motorcycle was at the repair shop so he had to drive his car to work.
"So how exactly are you going to find her?" Wilson gave him a quizzical look.
House pointed to the passenger's side of his car, "Get in, we're going to check every old warehouse or vacant building from here to California if I have to."
Wilson just got into the car and buried his face in his hand, "Are you sure you aren't drunk or high or something? Did you take too many Vicodin today?"
"No, Mr. Smartypants. I'm fine, just buckle up."
After the first hour of driving around, Wilson began to be bored; actually, he was really extremely bored.
"Damn it, House, haven't you heard of XM Radio?" Wilson said after searching every station and finding nothing worth listening to.
"What's the fun in that? With XM Radio there's always something on. With FM Radio you actually have commercials and bad music. It makes the ride more interesting; plus it gives us time for a nice chat." House said and turned off the radio. "So, how're things going?"
Wilson snorted, "Okay, what's all this about?"
"I don't know. We haven't talked in a while; I was beginning to think you didn't like me anymore." He made a puppy dog face.
"Keep you're eyes on the road," he said, "Things are fine. If you mean about the whole divorce thing… we umm called it off. She wanted to talk things over, said we were both acting stupid and she doesn't want to get a divorce after all."
House didn't say anything, he was quite interested in Wilson's story and decided not to interrupt.
"I'm not moving back in with her just yet. We figured it would be nice for a while if we just lived separately for a few more weeks. We did plan a date for next Friday night. I made a reservation at that place you and Cameron went to last year."
"Their garlic bread is horrible, don't order any."
Wilson rolled his eyes, "Okay. Anyway, how are things in House's world?"
"Oh, you know, same old same old. Work, soaps, Gameboy, and then back to work again and yeah the cycle just keeps repeating."
"Have you spoken with Stacey lately?"
House gave Wilson a half death glare, "No, what would give you that idea?"
"I don't know… just thought that if my divorce is off then maybe by some coincidence you'd be talking to Stacey again or she'd come and see you again."
"Well, nope. I'm sure we're over for good."
"Oh, I see."
"You see what?" House asked, "I hate it when people act like they know something about me and I don't even know what it is that they think they know."
"You have feelings for Cameron."
House replied with a sarcastic tone, "Oh yeah, I think she's really sexy."
"You're really weird when it comes to relationships. First the love of your life and you go your separate ways. Then you meet Cameron, the young and beautiful doctor. You know you had a good time going to the monster truck show with her. I bet you didn't care that I couldn't go after that. Then when things get all heated up and you're on a date, you purposely screw things up and lock up all emotions again. Stacey comes into the picture and you like her again. Stacey is gone and you like Cameron again."
"You love assuming things, don't you?" House said.
"It's true, isn't it? You shut out your emotions and can't make decisions about relationships. You've been that way ever since I met you."
House didn't know what to say. Partially, Wilson was right. He locked up his emotions and that's because he didn't want to get attached really. Plus, he wasn't great with people.
Luckily, House's phone rang to break the awkward silence between him and Wilson. It was Cuddy.
"Hello?" House said into his cell phone.
"It's Cuddy."
She meant to continue her sentence, but House interrupted with his usual witty comments, "Yes, it's called Caller ID."
Cuddy was used to his remarks and just ignored him, "The police know where that Matt guy is. They got a location off the GPS of his cell phone."
"So… location please?"
"I'm not sure if I should tell you. You'll probably go and kill the guy."
"What's wrong with that… I mean, no I won't"
Wilson grabbed the cell phone from House, "Hi, it's Wilson. What's going on?"
She told Wilson everything she had just told House. Wilson nodded and then felt sort of stupid because Cuddy obviously couldn't see him nod if he was talking on the phone.
"If you told us the location, we could go there and try to get Cameron and Virginia back. I promise to make sure House doesn't do anything stupid and irrational."
""I don't know. I think we should let the police handle this," she said meekly.
It was still loud enough for House to hear and he responded, "If we let the police handle this all you'll find of Cameron is a dead body… maybe… on the news next month."
"Ugh, you know what, here. It's some old warehouse off of exit 75 of the turnpike. It used to be an Pathway like ten years ago and now it's just used to storage."
"Great, thanks!" Click. He shut the phone and stepped on the gas. He was going to find Cameron and give this Matt guy a piece of his mind… actually; a piece of his fist would be more accurate.
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Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short. I wanted to make it longer, but I felt so bad that I haven't updated in sooo long. So I hope you like it. Next chapter will probably be the last chapter of this story or maybe one more chapter after that. Then I'm going to be working on a Bones fanfic and probably some more House stuff. )