A/N: Should I continue with this? I haven't gotten very many reviews on the past two chapters. I seriously love constructive criticism, be it telling me to continue, or just quit while I'm ahead! Anyway, here's the update - enjoy!

Chapter 11 - Developments

It's been exactly two weeks.

For the first few days after Vogler had taken Alexandra, police had swarmed the House residence - setting up a command center, and taking all leads on the case from the phone bank they'd set up. Allison had appeared with House, briefly, on the news the night of the kidnapping, pleading for any information about Edward Vogler and his whereabouts - and above all the safe return of their daughter. It was heartbreaking to see the bags under Allison's eyes, the weariness of my best friend and the panic in their voices. Cuddy had given the team time off (the rest of the diagnostic department was more than qualified to take over temporarily) and we spent hours at House's place, answering phones and helping out in any way possible.

Allison was now a shell of a human being. The first time this happened, she would at least talk to people...reassure them that she was still functioning, though deeply scarred by the incident. It was scary to look into her eyes this time, and see the spark gone. The joy that made up Allison Cameron was now replaced by an empty, hollow look. She spent the past two weeks in the bedroom, clutching a photo of Allie - either asleep, or staring blankly into space. It was up to her friends and family to make sure she continued on with her most basic needs. Her parents came briefly, and then left...unable to bear the heartache in their youngest daughter's eyes. House was furious at his in laws for abandoning her in her time of need, but was too distraught to properly yell at them. We took turns sitting with Allison, an overpowering sense of deja vu setting it...it was less than a year ago, we'd all done the same thing - all leading up to her suicide attempt.

House was a complete mess. Since I've known him, he's never let anything touch him. Always one to brush aside his feelings, he'd rather joke around than face up to the actual truth of the situation. It was just last night, head buried in his hands while sitting at the dining room table, that he explained he knew nothing else to do but place Allison in the psychiatric hospital. He already lost his daughter, he didn't want to lose the only other person he's ever loved. It was hard to hear, but the best decision that could be done...considering the circumstances.

It was strange how things can be so perfect, and be taken away in the blink of an eye.

It was fifteen days after Vogler had taken my god daughter, that I received the phone call.

I had gone back to work for the day, hoping to catch up one some paperwork, my days at work being sporadic over the past few weeks. I was working on a chart when my cell phone started to ring. I put down the chart and glanced at the caller identification, which was flashing "unknown number." I picked it up out of pure curiosity, and answered.

"Hello?" I asked.

There was the sound of heavy breathing into the phone, and nothing more.

"HELLO?" I repeated again.

"Uncle Jimmy...help," came the breathless reply.

I almost dropped the cell phone.

"Allie? Where are you...oh my God. Allie?" I yelled into the cell.

"Warehouse...it hurts," she said, somewhat slurred.

"Allie, come on, talk to me...Allie stay with me!" I yelled, rather frantically into the phone, as I heard a loud slam.

The last thing I heard before the line went dead, was the unmistakable voice of Edward Vogler. He yelled something, and I heard a sickening thud, before the line went dead.

I'd dropped all of my paperwork, grabbed my cell phone and left my office.

I ran through the halls of the hospital, running into people along the way, yet making no attempt at excusing myself. On the ground floor I ran into Cuddy, and ignored everything she asked me. I charged out the front doors, into the parking garage and into my car. The loud screech of the tires was hear through the parking garage, as I threw my BMW into reverse and then drive.

I arrived at House's place twenty minutes later and sped up the driveway to the main house.

I let myself in and found the first police officer, and told her exactly what had happened. I handed over my cell phone to the police and watched as their presence grew in the house. They tried to trace the phone call, to no avail. I gave my statement and went over what happened in my office countless times. The look of pure anger in Greg's eyes grew as I told him what I'd heard. The police took all the information that they needed and most of them left - assuring us they were going to start a search of all the local warehouses in the Princeton area. They asked that we remain here at home, in case we received anymore phone calls from Allie or her kidnapper.

Myself, Greg, Chase and Eric sat down in the living room and kept our voices low (Allison was sleeping) and discussed the latest developments.

"I swear to God, when I get my hands on the man I'm going to kill him," House said. We all could only nod...our hatred of the man completely shared. Even Chase, who'd sold Greg out to Vogler, was completely sympathetic. He'd grown to love Allie like his own daughter the past few months and was just as distraught as the rest of us when Vogler had taken her. It was completely unbelievable that something like this could happen so many years after he'd left the hospital - that his hatred of Greg had been this tremendous.

It was a few moments later when I found myself remembering something. Just a month ago, I read in the papers that a town twenty miles north had been complaining about the state of the old warehouses left behind by one of Vogler's companies. The town considered them an eyesore, and was worried about children sneaking into the condemned buildings to play. The bank of six warehouses had sat abandoned for three years, and were now completely infested with vermin, windows broken and were generally unstable. What if he had taken Allie there? Allie had mentioned a warehouse, and Vogler had ties to these ones in particular.

"I know where Vogler has taken Allie," I said out loud.

All eyes turned to me, as I explained what I remembered reading in the paper.

Greg stood up suddenly, and asked if we'd all like to partake in a great big ass kicking, and get his daughter back. I told him we should tell the police, but he flat out said, he wanted to kill the man himself. I told him the location of these warehouses and he said to grab your coat - we're leaving. Standing in the entryway, he made a call to the next door neighbors, asking one of them to please come over and look after Allison, we had an errand to run. The neighbor graciously agreed and we left, knowing Allison would be safe under the care of a friend.

What we didn't see, was the figure standing atop the stairs the entire time. Nor did we see said figure rush down the stairs, moments after we exited Greg's place, hop into her car and set off right behind us.