Here's part two. Thank you all for the reviews and another side note. I know that House is a bit OOC. There is a reason. Just hang in there. This might be the worst of the chapters. Thanks gain for reading.

House got down on the ground to check out the body. He would have run to get help but knew Wilson would be quicker. "I didn't mean like this Robert." He muttered. He removed the gag around the mouth and saw the blood. House rolled the man on to his side and watched the blood flow out of his mouth. No pulse, no breath. "Come on Robert. No giving up." He started to administer CPR.

"Greg?"

"Chase. Get him on the gurney."

Wilson and Cuddy lifted the body on to the gurney while Cameron helped House up. Once up he climbed on to the gurney still doing chest compressions. "We need to drain the blood from his chest. Blood pooled out of his mouth before. Get a portable x-ray too. 2 units of B neg blood. Get him on chest monitor." He ordered as they rolled into the hospital.

Once in the room he got off the bed and held his hand out for the scalpel to start the chest tube as Wilson ripped open Chase's shirt. "Shit." He commented as he noticed the bruising covering the upper torso.

"Come on people. The boy isn't breathing."

Cuddy, Wilson, and Cameron all looked at each other at that.

The beep of the flat line was heard as the paddles were placed in Wilson's hands. Two charges and the heartbeat was back.

"House?" Cuddy called as she and Cameron started to remove the pants.

"What?" He asked as he turned back. She motioned to the now naked body on the table.

House paused as he took in the body. Black, blue and purple. Swelling in certain areas. "Roll him." The three doctors and two nurses started to roll the body.

"Holy fuck." Foreman's voice was heard in the doorway.

"Get the portable x-ray in here now." He ordered. Eric Foreman ran to do his bidding. "Don't move it. Lay him back down. It's stemming the flow of what ever blood isn't rolling down his legs."

"Here's the x-ray." Foreman came back in with the tech and machine.

"Face, chest, and abdomen for now. Everything else can wait." And he left the room with the rest of the doctors and nurses in toe. Cuddy moved over to a phone and made a call.

House turned to the nurses. "Nothing that you saw in there gets repeated got that. Let's try and give him as much respect and dignity as possible. If I hear anything that I don't like there will be consequences. You can pass this on to all your little nurse buddies. Got that?"

The nurses nodded and moved back into the room. Cuddy came back to the group. "Drs. Stein and Gold are scrubbing up as we speak. They'll tag team him."

"How's Mr. Beckman?"

"Improving." Foreman answered still not really sure as to what's going on.

"Okay. Foreman, Cameron, the two of you are in charge for the moment. Keep an eye on Mr. Beckman. If he continues to improve we can send him home tomorrow." And he hobbled away.

"What did I miss?"

"We found Chase." Wilson started, nodding towards the door they just walked out of. "Van pulled up, dumped the body and sped away."

"That's Chase?" Cameron nodded. "Crap." He ran his hands up his face and over his head. "Okay. Okay." He took a breath. "I'll-" He was interrupted as the technician left the room. "Bring those up to the OR." He nodded and continued on the way. "I'm going to pull his file. See if there is anyone to contact." And Foreman walked away.

"You okay Cameron?" Wilson asked.

"Yeah. I"

"Dr. Wilson? Dr. Cuddy? There are some detectives here to talk to you. And Dr. Cameron, this package just arrived for Dr. House." A nurse came over to them.

"Keep us informed." And the group disbanded.

Cameron took the package back to the office where Mrs. Beckman cornered her about her husband. Going to put it on the desk, she spent the next hour and a half talking to the patient and his wife.

House walked into his office and looked around his desk. He just came from talking to the doctors who were operating on Chase. He was then cornered by the detectives. Actually he was glad to talk to them. Maybe they'd be able to catch the sick fucks who did this. They had a partial plate number. Hopefully it would be enough.

There was a patient coming in today. He wanted to double check the time. He needed to make sure that Cameron and Foreman could take care of it with out Chase.

The envelope on the desk caught his attention. It was addressed to him, Foreman, and Cameron. He paused thinking that it probably had to do with Chase being his name wasn't on it. Seeing that no one else had opened it he took the liberty. A CD. He was surprised. He put it into his computer, ready to see what was on it.

The movie started immediately and the scene that came into focus was one that Greg was not ready to see. There were about 5 or 6 men all wearing black from head to toe. Black ski masks, black turtle necks, black pants. Everything in black. Well except for the pale white skin that was on the floor.

The knock on the door preceded Cuddy's voice. "House-"

"Are the detectives still here?"

"No I think they left why?" She asked as House's eyes never left the computer screen. She walked around the desk and looked at the screen.

She watched as the naked man, one of her employees, was being kicked by the men. Then they held him down and some of them started to take their pants off. The man on the screen, Chase, Robert, tried to crawl away.

"I'll call them back. They are probably going to want to –" She was cut off as House found that the mute was on and turned it off. Screams of pain and shouts of how do you like it? and having fun now? soon filled the air as his legs were grabbed and spread apart as a man forced himself into Chase.

"Turn it off." Cuddy said looking away. He couldn't blame her. He was feeling a bit sick about it too. "Let me get them back here." And she walked away.

House really needed to escape. Between images from the video, images of Chase in the operating room and the gurney, and the memories of Steven he had to get away. Best thing was to bury himself in work. It would still be a while until Chase was out of surgery. Might as well make use of the time. Maybe he could kill off a few hours of clinic duty. And maybe he can find something else to wrap his mind around for a bit.