Lilac Elf here! My challenges were:

A movie quote from Pulp Fiction

Anything to do with hockey

Chase trying to pick up Olivia Benson, but getting shot down.

One of the SVU members (or duo) running into House somewhere outside the hospital

Also, I threw in two references to the episode 'Detox'. Points to those who spot them.

Ch. 3 What's Your Problem?

When House pulled Cassie into the hallway, she squared off against him. "What is your problem?" she snapped.

"Bum leg, what's yours?"

Cassie's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm trying to catch a rapist. You're being the problem because you're getting in the way of my investigation."

"Why are you here?" House asked, his irritation level rising.

"Rapist, attack, etc. Ring a be-"

"I meant why you are here. Your friends could handle this."

"Because I saw one girl bleed to death in front of me, and I was shot while trying to save another, so I'm kind of personally involved."

"Because you were promoted because you were injured on duty?" House wasn't holding back. This 'cop' wasn't taking this seriously. She had no business being here now.

"I was not promoted," Cassie said, coldly. "My advancement was a compromise. I could stay on the police force, but I couldn't be a street cop. I lived for the foot work. I hate being behind a desk. You think this is a game to me? Well, I have news for you: It's not. Real lives are at stake." Cassie reached for her wallet and pulled out two pictures, thrusting them at House. "The two girls that lived? That's what they look like now." House looked at the heavily scarred faces and his heart clenched. That could have been Cameron. Cassie's voice was slightly softer when she next spoke. "The second picture? That's the girl I was helping when I got shot. Her mother thought I was a saint: a guardian angel. You want to know what my problem is? My problem is that no matter what I do, I can't win. I'm screwed. Excuse me." Cassie pushed past House, fuming.

Tutuola was surprised to see Cassie sitting on the floor in one of the hallways. "Hey, Ross. What's wrong?"

Cassie didn't look up. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Sure you are. What happened?"

Cassie sighed. "I had an argument with Dr. House. I'm just… wondering what I'm doing here. I can't, like, run down Peters or anything. I mean, what if I see him? What am I going to do—whack him with my cane?" She scoffed. "Yeah, that'll work well."

"Hey, you managed to save 3 out of 5 victims," Tutuola said, trying to cheer Cassie up.

But Cassie just sighed again. "Yeah, and two of those girls are brutally scarred for life. I was great at saving them."

"You can't save everyone, Ross."

"Yeah, especially not myself."

Tutuola sighed and sat on the floor next to Cassie. "You're still pissed about the leg."

Cassie closed her eyes for a moment. "I would have been fine. Two weeks or so in the hospital, a month or two off, and back to duty. Instead, I'm crippled, stuck using a cane, and I have a desk job I hate." She paused for a second, and then went on. "I told the doctors it hurt. I tried to explain it didn't feel like normal gunshot wound pain, but they didn't listen. So instead of a normal recovery, I ended up having dead leg muscle cut out and this stupid life."

"But at least you're alive. Come on, Ross. You turned one of the worst cities in New York into a community area. You've been what Brooklyn needed."

"Yeah, but as a street cop-"

"You could have been shot."

Cassie grinned. "Been there, done that. Four times, remember?"

"And you kept going. Nothing stopped you then, so don't let it stop you now," Tutuola said, giving Cassie a grin.

She sighed, and then looked at him. "Any updates?"

"Nothing. No strangers or weird occurrences…"

"Yeah, I got that from the 'nothing'." Cassie moved to get up, and Tutuola started to help her. "I'm okay," she muttered irritably as she got to her feet, leaning on her cane. "Just go get the old case files. I think Dr. House still has 'em. And ask Dr. Cameron if Peters said anything. Go on, I'll be fine." As Tutuola got up and headed off, Cassie dug in her pocket and pulled out her vicodin. She looked at the small prescription bottle forlornly before popping the top off and dry swallowing one of the pills.

After Cassie had limped off in a huff, Wilson came up behind House. "I think you pissed her off, House."

"Yeah, well, so what?"

Wilson looked House in the eye. "She's just trying to help. You could cut her some slack."

"She made Cameron cry."

"House, this dance between you and Cameron has to stop. Make a move, or back off. But don't keep stepping around it." Wilson looked at House, then at Cameron, then at House again. "She really likes you, you know."

"And I like her." House paused for a moment then said, "We need to get to the office. Work to do." He went to the door and poked his head in. "Time to go, fellows."

Chase came first, followed by Foreman. "Where are we going?"

"Office," House said, simply. "Jimmy, lead the way. Time to go to work."

Wilson rolled his eyes at the 'Jimmy' comment as Foreman said, "You know, a please would be nice."

"What?" House said, looking at his lackey.

Foreman rolled his eyes and repeated, "I said a please would be nice."

House rounded on Chase and Foreman, but Wilson saw a glimmer of good-natured humor in the older man's blue eyes. "Get it straight, gentlemen: I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do. And if self-preservation is an instinct that you possess, you'd better do it and do it quick. If my help's not appreciated, lots of luck, gentlemen." As House limped off, Wilson followed and whispered, "I didn't know you saw 'Pulp Fiction'." House said nothing, but smirked. The group was stopped before they reached House's office, however, by Detectives Benson and Stabler.

Chase did a double take when he saw Detective Olivia Benson. She was a very attractive woman. Benson spoke first. "Sorry, to bother you gentlemen, but I need to talk to Dr. Chase here." When she said those words, Chase felt his heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, sure. This way," Chase said, leading Benson off down a corridor. Stabler looked at Foreman. "Dr.? Mind if I chat with you for a minute?"

Foreman shrugged. "Hey, if it's to help Cameron, no sweat." After Foreman and Stabler left, Wilson turned to look at House. "Reubens and 'General Hospital' in my office?"

Chase sat down on one of the chairs in the hallway and Benson sat down opposite him. "How well do you know Dr. Cameron?" She asked.

Chase gave a half-shrug. "Fairly well, I guess. We don't socialize much. Alone, I mean."

"Where are you from?"

"Australia. My father's a rheumatologist." Seeing Benson's blank look, Chase explained. "He'd a doctor with a specialty in auto-immune disease. He died about a month ago. Cancer."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Chase shrugged. "We weren't close. He left my mum and me when I was a teenager."

Noting that it was a sore subject, Benson continued, pulling out an old photo. "Have you seen this man around at all?"

Chase studied the picture. "No. That's the man who attacked Cameron?"

"We believe so. Dr. Chase, is there anything at all you can tell us?"

"No, I'm sorry." Chase hesitated. "Detective, would you… like to have a drink later? Talk?"

Benson looked surprised, but recovered. "Maybe some other time."

"Sure. O-of course. Excuse me," Chase said, getting to his feet and walking off.

Munch was still sitting in House's office going over the old files when Tutuola came in. "Hey, Finn. What's going on?"

"I was looking for Dr. House. Ross said he had the old case files."

"Yeah, here," Munch said, motioning to the folders of the desk. "How's Cassie holding up?"

"Fine, I guess. Get anything from Dr. House?"

Munch shrugged. "After I took his Gameboy away… zip. Saw someone with Peters' build running away from Dr. Cameron. That's it."

"Same from Dr. Wilson. Though he said House and Cameron had some sort of thing going on."

Munch looked surprised. "House and Cameron? Finn, I'm nicer than that guy."

Tutuola shrugged. "I'm just saying. Hey, can I ask you a favor?"

That night, House sat in the bar alone, sipping a beer. After a moment, two people came and sat on either side of him. A quick glance ID'd the men as the two SVU cops Munch and Stabler. "What, you're following me now?" House asked, grumpily.

Stabler ordered a beer as well and Munch ordered a Coke. Stabler glanced at House. "So what's this beef you got with Captain Ross?"

House sighed, exasperation evident. "What, she went crying to her bodyguards?"

Stabler turned to face House. "Hey, watch what you say. She'd had enough to deal with."

"She's on a personal vendetta. She doesn't care about Cameron."

Munch turned to look at House as well. "So you think she's only here to settle a score? Did she show you the pictures?"

Stabler joined in. "Cassie had one of those girls bleed to death in her arms. She wants to stop Peters from hurting any other women."

House looked at Stabler, then at Munch. "So you're here to make me feel more compassionate to Ross's plight?"

"No," Stabler said, casually. "We just want to know what you have against Cassie."

"Is it the leg thing?" asked Munch in a would-be casual tone.

Stabler shook his head. "Nah, it's Dr. Cameron. He's sweet on her. Aren't you?"

House knew there were times to be sarcastic and times to shut up. This seemed to be one of those shut-up times. Stabler took in House's silence and said, "So is it that Cassie got a promotion after her infarction or is it that you don't think she's taking Dr. Cameron's case seriously?"

"Or is it both?" Munch asked, sipping his Coke.

"It's not the leg," House said, deciding to give in. "Ross isn't the only one to have an infarction."

Munch and Stabler exchanged looks. House went on. "It was about 8 years ago. Ross was lucky."

"Lucky?" Stabler repeated, surprised. "She's constantly irritable, depressed and in pain. She hates the whole desk job deal…"

"But she chose to have the surgery. I didn't. I was unconscious at the time."

"Look," Munch said, "We're not asking for you and Cassie to get all chummy. Just back off on the verbal assault, alright?"

"Otherwise," Stabler said with a smile. "We'll put the two of you in a room together and give Cassie a hockey stick. She used to play before her shooting. Damn good goalie, too. Hate to think what she'd do to you."

House decided that shutting up was a damn good idea at that moment.