A/N: I know, I know… took me long enough! Well here's chapter 2 enjoy!

"Right foot blue," Macayla said as she watched her two best friends play twister. She couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous they looked all intertwined.

"Leo! Move your foot….owe get off of my hand!"

"I'm not on your hand, Aubrey!"

"Not anymore but you were." Leo looked over at Macayla, pleading with her to take his side.

"You were." Was all she said, and then she went to turn the spinner again.

"Well then why don't you come over here and play and I'll do the easy work." Leo replied while trying to hold himself up.

"Nope, I don't think so…okay left hand yellow."

Back in Cuddy's office, the three ducklings and Wilson watched as Cuddy thought about her daughter. Finally Cuddy looked up at them with tears in her eyes.

"Well I guess I should call her now." And she looked up at Wilson.

"What am I supposed to say to her, how do I tell her that her Fathers been shot!" She asked him, hoping to get some kind of answer that would make all of this just a little easier.

"Just tell her the truth," Wilson told her as he handed her the phone. Looking at it for a moment she slowly dialed, and then put the phone up to her ear waiting to hear her daughter's voice on the other end.

"Hey Mac you sure you don't want to play, I mean turning a little spinner and telling us what to do sounds extremely fun, but this mat is where all the action is, sure you don't want to get in on it."

"Nice try Leo, but I'm perfectly comfortable right here, watching the two of you look completely ridiculous." Macayla replied, with a slight grin on her face. Just as she went to spin the spinner again her cell phone rang.

"Hold on a minute." She told her friends as she walked to the coffee table to pick it up.

"Yeah, okay no problem….we'll just hold ourselves up until our arms break off." Aubrey said sarcastically as she adjusted herself so as not to fall.

Macayla looked at her phone and saw that it was her Mom calling.

"Hey Mom, what's up?"

"Hey Honey, there's something I need to tell you." Came, Cuddy's reply as she looked up at Wilson and Houses team. Macalya could hear the worry in her voice and she knew something was wrong.

"Mom, what is it, did something happen, what's wrong?" Macayla asked as her heart started to race, she was already scared of what her mother was going to say.

"It's your father, Mac, um…a man came into his office today and shot him, he's in surgery right now."

"He's going to be okay though right, I mean this is Dad we're taking about."

"I hope so," was all Cuddy could say, as she wiped tears from her eyes.

Macayla looked over at her friends, and they new instantly that something was wrong. Getting up and forgetting about the game they walked over to her.

"I'm leaving right now; I will be there in a couple hours."

"Okay, I'll see you when you get here, love you."

"I love you too Mom, bye." Then Macayla hung up the phone and hurried across the room to get her car keys.

"Mac, what's wrong?" asked Aubrey as she followed after Macayla, Leo right behind her.

Macayla looked at them for a second then back down at the keys in her hand.

"My Dad was shot; some guy just came in and shot him! I have to go see him." Macayla couldn't help the tears that were slowly falling down her cheeks.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Leo asked, he could see that she was in a fragile state and he wasn't sure that letting her drive alone was the best thing.

"No, its okay, I will be fine. You two stay here… I will be okay; I just need some time to myself.

"Are you sure?" Aubrey asked as she put a hand on her friends shoulder. Macayla just nodded, and then she grabbed her coat and walked out the door shutting it closed behind her.

Cuddy had asked Cameron, Chase and Foreman to go check on House and it had been ten minutes since they left. Wilson had left too, asking her to call him when Macayla arrived. She agreed and was once again staring at House's chart, asking herself who would want House dead. Sure he was an arrogant jerk, and he was rude and sarcastic and he pissed people off on a regular basis…. But to want him dead, well that was just something she couldn't wrap her mind around.

Although, Macayla had been driving for all of fifteen minutes, it felt like an eternity. She kept picturing House on the floor bleeding and helpless. She just kept praying….well actually it was more like pleading that he would be okay. She needed a distraction, so she turned up the radio and sang along trying to forget where she was going and what she was going to, at least for a while, until she couldn't forget anymore.

A/N: Okay so that's chapter two… not very long, I know! But it is longer then chapter one! Hope you liked it!