'Ello! Ms.Orange21 over here! Now my challenge for this chapter was to enter a Mel Brooks movie quote, a kitten or cat, an SVU member catching House playing Gameboy. Hope I worked them in well! Hope you all are enjoying!

Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital

Trenton, New Jersey

Room 115—3:07pm

"Hey, Cassie!"

Captain Ross turned around to see the rest of the SVU crew finally joining her.

"Well, it took you guys long enough. I've been here 45 minutes already."

"You try getting off the Turnpike and driving down Rt. 1," said John Munch. He shook his head. "I've always hated NJ."

"So what's the lowdown," asked Elliot Stabler. "The Slasher again, right?"

"Yeah," Cassie replied. "Attacked a Dr. Allison Cameron. He sliced up her shoulder, but two of her colleagues interfered before he could do any more damage."

"So what do you need us all here for," asked Finn Tutuola.

"All of the doctors work in the area. There's a team that Dr. Cameron's part of. If this guy has been lurking in this vicinity, I want to know. I want you all to pair off with one of the doctors and question them. She was attacked on premises. See if they've seen anyone suspicious around the hospital lately, even around their homes. If something is up, I want to know." She paused to look at her notes. "Okay, I'm going to stick with Dr. Cameron. Olivia, you take Dr. Chase. Elliot, Dr. Foreman. Finn, Dr. Wilson. Munch—oh, Munch, you get the good one. Go talk to Dr. House."

Munch took a deep breath and knocked on the glass door marked "Gregory House, M.D." There was a man seated at the desk playing a Gameboy. This couldn't be the doctor.

"Excuse me, Dr. House," he said entering the room.
"He's not here. Out playing golf, like doctors do," House replied not looking up from his game.

"Really? I thought Dr. House was a gimp." Munch took in the cane lying across the top of the desk. "And according that shiny piece of wood, I don't think you'd be out playing golf."

"What do you want? If you can't tell, I'm busy."

"I'm Detective John Munch, NYC SVU. I want to ask you some questions about the attack on Dr. Cameron."

"I told the other gimp all about it."

Munch sat down. This was going to be the longest ten minutes of his life. He smirked. At least there was someone who could match his wits. Reaching forward, he snatched the Gameboy out of House's hands.

Finally having his full attention, House leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked Munch up and down, a half angry, half curious look on his face. "What can I do ya for, boss?"

Oncology floor. Finn Tutuola hated anything to do with sickness, especially hospitals. He steeled himself that thought, and went to search for his interviewee. "Excuse me," he asked of the nearest person in white. "Do you know where I can find a Dr. James Wilson?"

"That would be me," Wilson answered. "And you are…"

"Detective Finn Tutuola." The two shook hands. "I'm just here to ask a few more questions about the attack earlier."

"Okay."

"You were one of the people who witnessed the attack on Dr. Cameron, correct?"

"Yes, myself and Dr. Gregory House."

"Did you happen to see who attacked her?"
Wilson sighed. "Kind of. He was about my height, but broader. Sandy blond hair. His back was to me, so I only got a glimpse of his face when he turned around quickly to see who was coming. Then he ran away."

"What about Dr. House?"

"He was behind me, so he probably saw even less."

"Seen anything unusual going on lately?"
He paused to think. "Unless you count Dr. House pushing away the affections of a much younger, gorgeous doctor who is in love with him, then no."

"What?"

Wilson chuckled. "No, there has been nothing unusual. No different faces, nobody lurking in the hallways. No strange admissions. It's been pretty routine here for a while."

"Thanks for your time."

"Anything for Cameron."

Finn turned to walk away, and then paused. He turned back to Wilson and said, "Why would Dr. House turn away a younger, hot chick?"

Wilson laughed. "Sit down, detective. This might take a while."

Cassie was in with Dr Cameron. She was trying to get as much information out of her as possible. "Did you get a good look at your attacker, Allison?"
She nodded. "Yes. Sandy blond hair. Green eyes. Maybe a little over 6 ft. tall. Broad shoulders. Crooked nose."

"That sounds like, Peters, alright. Do you think if I get a sketch artist in here you can give him a nice, detailed description?"

"I think so."

"Is there anything else you can tell me?"

Cameron shook her head, eyes tearing up. "It happened so quickly." She paused and swallowed hard. "Would I have ended up like those other girls? Dead?" Her voice shook.

Cassie hated this part of the job. She awkwardly patted Cameron's hand. "I don't know. He raped and killed 2 out of 4 victims. But you are the one that got away. Just remember that. You're safe now."

Cameron started sobbing quietly. Cassie sighed inwardly and placed her arm around her shoulder and tried to comfort her.

Unfortunately, House and Wilson and the ducklings chose that moment to enter the room.

House pointed to Cassie. "You. Outside. Now."

They limped out together and the others gathered around the bed to see Cameron.

"Here," Chase said, handing her a card. "This is from… well everybody."

She opened the card. On the front was a cat that said, "You're sick?" and on the inside said, "You have gotta be kitten!" with little kittens everywhere. The card was literally signed by almost the entire hospital.

Cameron smiled and wiped her eyes. "Thanks, guys, it's adorable."

Foreman patted her hand. "Don't worry, Cam. Everything's gonna be fine. They'll get this guy."

She sighed and shook her head. "I don't know. It's been 5 years and they still haven't caught him. Plus," she said bitterly, "he's bound to come back to finish the job. Like Captain Ross said, I'm the one that got away."