Author's Note: Hey, thanks for reading, sorry for this taking so long for me to update. AP Biology is over next week and so is school. I'm so happy that summer is here. I'll finally have a lot more time to write and update! ) Thanks for sticking with it.

Chapter 9-

So, they were driving around. House was driving so fast and so insanely, that Wilson was holding onto his seat for his life. Meanwhile, he was shouting out directions.

"Take a right up here, House," he said and then would add something like, "Are you sure he's still got them there? What if he knew we'd track the call and he went somewhere else? Or what if he left and went there to make the call to try and trick us?"

"Stop talking, I'm trying to concentrate on driving."

Wilson shut up; he definitely didn't want to distract House. If he was driving like this when he had his concentration on the road, there's no knowing how he would be driving while having a conversation. In fact, he probably wouldn't be driving at all. The both of them would be in a ditch on the side of the road.

In about fifteen more minutes, House slammed on the brakes in front of the warehouse. He parked the car on the side of the road, but didn't do anything.

"Uh, are you going to get out of the car or what?" Wilson asked.

"Yeah, I was just thinking."

"Thinking what, exactly?" Asked Wilson.

"Trying to come up with a plan, but I guess we'll just have to wing it. Let's go."

They got out and headed up to the front doors; which just happened to be unlocked.

"Well, maybe this won't be so hard after all. What kind of kidnapper doesn't lock his secret hideout?" Wilson observed.

"A moronic kidnapper. We should split up and cover more ground. Call me if you find anything."

Wilson nodded and they took off in opposite directions. Well, House didn't really take off; it's pretty much impossible to 'take off' if you have a cane and a bad leg. It would be better put to say that he 'hobble off' down the hallway.

It was dark; it was still pretty early in the afternoon, but the front doors that were covered in dirt and dust didn't let in much light. Any other windows were boarded up or covered up. Inside the building, it seemed was as black as midnight minus the moon and the stars. He flipped up his cell phone to provide more light.

Wilson was jogging down the hallway in the opposite direction. He had also flipped open his cell phone because it was so dark. A few steps back he had fallen nearly flat on his face and decided that running in the dark wasn't a good idea.

Meanwhile, Cameron was sitting in the corner of her room. She had tried to go to sleep, but fear kept her awake. Was that guy going to leave her here to die or did he plan to torture her like he was going to torture Virginia? Was he going to kill her?

The lights in the room went on again and the man appeared in the room with Virginia. He walked over to the mirror and pressed a button on the side of the wall. There was a screech and then his voice came onto some hidden speaker.

"Hi, Allison Cameron, I'm sorry it had to be you and I'm sorry you have to see this." He stepped over to Virginia and took out a knife.

He lifted up her hand and sliced the wedding ring off of her finger. Virginia screamed and Cameron winced.

"You destroyed my life, Virginia. You ripped my heart out and tore it into a thousand tiny pieces. I loved you and you went and married him." The man said and then he walked out of the room.

Cameron was terrified. What if he came into her room? She tried not to think of what he would do to her.

House stopped dead in his tracks. He heard footsteps and they didn't sound like Wilson's. He had heard a scream; was it Cameron? And then he heard a door shut.

A figured started walking down the hallway so House tried to hide back in the shadows. The man walked right past him and House stuck out his cane. The man fell. House kicked him in the stomach or what he thought was his stomach. His eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet.

And then a shooting pain went up House leg. He yelled without even thinking and then kicked the man again. There was a clang as something metal hit the floor. House saw that it was a knife and kicked it down the hallway.

Wilson heard something faint in the distance. "Oh no," he thought. Then he turned around and ran in the direction House was in.

"House!" he yelled.

The warehouse was huge so it took him quite a while to get to the other end where House and the man were fighting.

"Help already, will you!" House said harshly when he noticed that Wilson had arrived.

Now it was two against one; House and Wilson against the man. House's cane was seen flying through the air and it hit the man several times. After a while, the man was lying on the ground rolled into a ball. That was when Wilson and House stopped hitting him.

House could hear the man whimpering, "Where are they?"

The man didn't say anything so House hit him with his cane again.

The man pointed down the hall.

"Watch him, Wilson. I'm going to find Cameron."

"You've been stabbed, maybe I should go," Wilson said.

"I'm fine, just watch him."

Wilson nodded and House limped around the corner.

Cameron heard something outside of her door and he receded further towards the other end of the room. She wanted to close her eyes and hide, but her eyes wouldn't obey. Instead, they stayed open, wide with terror. She stared at the wall in front of her. The man hadn't bothered to turn out the light in Virginia's room. Cameron didn't want to watch the girl crying with her finger cut off.

She did look into the room again when she heard someone enter. This time her eyes were wide with disbelief. House had just entered the other room.

She tried to stand up, but for some reason she was too weak. She needed to get his attention, but she just didn't have the strength. She tried to speak, but her mouth was so dry. She could only watch as House helped Virginia.

He got her out of the chair restraints and told her to put pressure on her wound. Then she spoke.

"Are you from the hospital?" she asked, "There's someone else here."

Then she pointed towards the mirror. House walked over and hit it forcefully with his cane. It shattered and revealed a dark room. The light from the room they were in lit up some of it and House could make out a figure sitting against the wall.

"Cameron?" he asked. "Hey Wilson, get in here!"

House didn't exactly expect the police to come through the door, but it wasn't that it was a bad thing.

"Sir, come with us." Said one of the officers, "Well, get you some help. You, too, Miss."

Virginia went with them, but House didn't. Instead, he knocked off more of the glass from the mirror and stepped over.

In the room where Virginia was, one of the officers picked up her finger and took it with them in a bag. Three of the officers stayed around.

"Sir, we'll handle this from here." The tall officer said.

House didn't listen. He walked over to Cameron and lifted her up. She was about to pass out; she was weak. She looked at him and then rested her head on his shoulder.

"What did he do to her?" House wondered.

Then the officers got the door to that room opened. They took Cameron and House and put them on stretchers and then wheeled them down the hall; House protesting that he was perfectly fine.

Author's Note: I know it was short, but I still hope you liked it. Next chapter is going to be the last one for this fic. )