Chase met them at the doors of PPTH, too upset to be bothered with questions such as why they had arrived together. He scratched the back of his neck nervously as he related to them the events of the evening.

"I swear to God, House I…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," House said agitatedly. "Can you get on to the scary part?" Chase resisted rolling his eyes and continued.

"She was going to be discharged in the morning and when he showed up…I honestly thought you knew. But when Wilson told me…Oh God." Chase brought his hands for his face and tried to concentrate on breathing. House stared at him anxiously, the grip on his cane tightening.

"Who showed up, Chase?" he said very slowly. "Who picked her up?" Chase's hands slid down his face and when he spoke his words were almost inaudible.

"Her father."

House's fear hit him like a lightening bolt. He decided it would be better not to shoot Chase just yet; he could possibly be used on the search party. Without a word, he shoved Chase out of the way and stormed up to his office, disrupting the quiet chatter of the night staff. He was dialing 911 when Cameron came in and stood by the door, silently waiting for him to finish. She came over to him as he set the phone back and wrapped her arms around his waist. He buried his face in his hair and she thought she could hear his quiet tears.

"Wilson has been out looking for her since quarter to eight," she whispered. "He's going to find her, Greg, I promise." House nodded, desperately wanting to believe her. His heart was pounding against her cheek and she knew he was terrified.

"I've lost her again," he choked out. Cameron's heart broke at this. House had always been so strong; never letting anything upset him enough for him to show emotion. But all it took was his sister's safety to be threatened and he was frightened like a little boy.

House breathed the clean scent of Cameron's shampoo. He couldn't believe he was surprised that Chase would release a patient without House's consent. Granted, this was Chase, and he had no idea that Emily was his sister, but no self-respecting doctor would knowingly go against House's instructions. House was frightened. That was what it came down to. Somehow,his father had gotten out of jail, and he had gone straight for Emily. God only knew what he was going to do to her.

House pulled away from Cameron reluctantly, but he had to sit before his legs collapsed. His mind was racing with scenarios; he was sure Wilson would find his sister, but in what condition? He didn't look up when Cameron held a mug of coffee under his nose, waving it around enticingly.

"At least get some caffeine in you," she said lightly. "That lasagna can make you pretty drowsy." She imagined she saw a tiny smirk as he reached out and took the cup.

"He's going to find her," he whispered, trying to convince himself. "He will." Cameron kneeled down beside him, running her fingers through his hair. She knew she should say something to comfort him, to remove the fear from his eyes, but no words came to mind.

"Greg?" House glanced up to see Cuddy at the doorway. If her pale face and general disheveled appearance were any clues, she was nearly as upset as House. "Wilson found her." Her voice was soft, but it came to House through a loudspeaker. A relieved smile erupted on his face as he pulled away from Cameron. Seeming to have forgotten the two women in the room, House hobbled as quickly as he could down the hall towards her room. Police officers were standing around looking important, and he spotted Wilson against a wall, speaking quickly to one of them. House had never felt so grateful towards another person than he did towards James Wilson at that moment. Trusting that Emily was safe for another minute, he went over to Wilson and swooped him up in a tight hug. Wilson had gone white, staring at the older man in shock.

"You found her," House whispered through his smile. Then his brain informed him of what he was doing and the smile disappeared. He glanced at Wilson then at all the gawking officers, setting his friend back on his feet. His face had taken on a rather dark shade of pink as he tapped his cane anxiously. "I mean…thank you."

"Mr. House?" a beefy officer asked, poking House in the back with a pen.

"Dr. House," Wilson corrected.

"Oh...Well, Doctor, I'm going to need to ask you a few questions about your sister."

"Can it wait?" House asked, trying to keep his voice calm. "I'd like to see her first." The officer shrugged and lifted a cup of coffee to his lips. House offered Wilson one last awkward smile before he turned and hurried down the hall to Emily's room.

Emily was sitting on the edge of her bed with her back to House, gazing out the window at the rain. The hospital gown she wore left her back bare to him, revealing a long bruise. House winced, imagining his father's first greeting. She was not crying, but every so often, she would let out a heavy breath that shook her shoulders. House chewed on his bottom lip as he sorted out the right words to say.

"He was going to kill me," she said clearly. House stared at her back, unsure of what to do. "He had the knife to my throat." She got off the bed and walked slowly around to him, showing him the faint red line that ran across her neck. "And you know the last thing running through my head? I was thinking about you, Greg. I was thinking how awful you would feel when you found out. You knowing that it had been your fault. And for a second, I wanted him to do it." He closed his eyes as she took the last steps towards him. "I wanted to die. To make to suffer, like you'd done to me." She pressed her hand against his chest making him stumble backwards.

"Emily I-"

"I'm not done!" She shouted through her fresh tears. "I'm not ready to forgive you for what you did. I'm not sure if I ever will be. But now...I really don't want to hate you, Greg. I really don't." She squeezed her eyes trying to keep in the tears. House placed a shaking hand on her back, rubbing gently.

"I... I know,Em," he sighed. "I just want you to know that I am so sorry. I was wrong and…I only hope that someday you'll be able to look at me and see your brother." Deciding against a hug, he patted her quick on the back and left her standing along in the room.

House leaned back in the seat, stretching his good leg out in front of him. His ass was numb from sitting so long and his leg was burning with pain, but the police officer didn't seem to have any intention of stopping soon. He had jumped on House as soon as he had stepped from Emily's room, and dragged him off to an empty room for questioning. He wanted to know what might have been Frank House's motives for killing Emily. House was forced to retell every aspect of his past, which was made more painful by the officer's unnecessary probing. After about three hours, House yawned loudly and stood to leave.

"Well, I am quite sorry officer," he said with fake sincerity. "But I am afraid that as it is already one in the morning, I have no time left in my schedule for useless questions." The officer didn't look amused, but House left anyway, wondering if Cameron would still be around. He could still hear people talking quietly outside his office, and he prayed that none of the voices belonged to Cuddy. That was just what he needed; a second interrogation. Luckily, though, the only faces he saw were those of Wilson and Cameron.

"How'd it go?" Wilson asked. His eyes were red, suggesting that he'd really enjoy a nap right about then.

"Have you ever been locked in a room for three hours with a porky police officer with a taser?" he asked bitterly.

"Are you ready?" Cameron asked, quickly changing the subject. "I thought you'd like a ride home."

"Yeah," House said, lowering his eyebrows. "That and the fact that if you didn't wait, you'd have no way home." Cameron rolled her eyes, but smiled to admit that this was the case.

"Emily should be fine," Wilson said, interrupting their 'moment.' "But Cuddy suggested we keep her for at least a week for…observation." He chuckled to himself and moved around House toward the elevator. "You're welcome!" he called.

"Well, that was exciting," House said.

"Like straight out of a movie," she replied, rubbing her eyes. He grabbed her elbow and pulled her toward the elevator.

"Come on, we're going to bed." She raised her eyebrows at his words, but didn't say a thing. He managed to get them back to his apartment without any major injuries. Cameron followed him slowly up the walk, unsure if he meant 'going to bed' as in 'going to bed together' or 'go home, Cameron, I'm tired.' The look he gave her while he unlocked the door assured her it was the former and she hurried to get inside. They were both so exhausted from the night's events that they just collapsed on his bed, fully clothed. House stayed awake for another hour, trying to figure out what it was she was doing to him, and if there was any way to stop it.

Though, on second thought, he wasn't so sure he wanted to stop it.