A/N: It's 95 degrees outside - if this keeps up I won't be moving from the confinement of my apartment. I need to move to Alaska, or Scotland or someplace that doesn't normally get temperatures above 80 degrees. Of course there's nothing else to do either, so I might even get this story finished this weekend. I lied - there's about four more chapters left...I will try and make them long ones though. Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy!

Ch 14 - So Quickly

She was alive - in serious condition - but most importantly, alive.

I will never forget the look on House's face as he saw his daughter lying there. We'd taken bets over the years to see if House was capable of human emotion, but this time was different. The look on his face was indescribable - he was completely crushed. He stood there looking at Allie, as Wilson, Chase and I hovered around, trying to assess the damage Vogler had inflicted. We were unraveling the wire around her wrists when I heard Chase ask House if he was just going to stand there. Chase went silent, and we heard him clear his throat.

We all turned around and came face to face with Vogler, a black handgun aimed directly at the back of House's head.

"Get up - NOW," Vogler said to all of us.

We all stood up. Casting one more glance at Allie, I became worried - she was stirring and looked like she was going to regain consciousness at any second. The last thing I wanted her to wake up to see was her rescuers, now in danger of being killed.

Vogler kept the gun aimed to the back of House's head and told him to walk slowly towards his daughter and sit down next to her. House complied, still completely silent.

Vogler then turned towards all of us and told us to get out. We just stood there staring. I noticed Chase had his hands in his pockets the entire time, he seemed to be attempting to do something within them, making almost unnoticeable movements.

"I SAID GET OUT," Vogler said, even more enraged. He walked over Allie, who was now in the process of opening her eyes, and held the gun barrel to her forehead. It was heartbreaking to see the look on her face as she opened her eyes, and saw the gun aimed directly into her frontal lobe. She glanced at her father sitting next to her, a look of pure fear on his face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she reached over and weakly grabbed House's hand.

Knowing we were now putting both their lives in danger, we all filed out of the warehouse.

We stayed close to the edges and found a big crack that we could peer through, and watch what was going on. Chase grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and walked a few yards away, now talking quietly to whoever was on the other end. He hung up and walked back towards us.

I was instantly thankful, when Chase quietly revealed that he'd called 911 from his cell phone while inside the warehouse - he'd had it on speed dial and managed to call without Vogler noticing. The police and SWAT team were on their way, they said to keep out of the way until then. We nodded and turned our attention back to the warehouse.

Vogler was marching around Greg and Allie, who were now sitting side by side on the floor. Allie had her head leaning on House's shoulder and looked like she desperately fighting the battle to stay conscious.

"You must know why this happened?" Vogler asked House, pacing back and forth directly in front of him.

"Oh I don't know...maybe it was giving you away to the police, knowing full well you were full of shit? Or maybe it's just because I NEVER LIKED YOU - you're so smart, why don't you tell me?" House replied.

"You ruined me. Your ruined my business...and sent me spiraling into a financial depression - I hated you from the moment I laid eyes on you, only this time I chose to do something about it." Vogler said.

"Yeah, that twenty million you gave the Williams in exchange for kidnapping my daughter just showed you were strapped for cash," House said.

"Taking every bit of happiness away from a miserable bastard like you was worth it," Vogler answered back.

"Asshole," I heard Allie mumble. Vogler looked at her angrily and House just grinned.

Vogler walked up to House and kicked him directly in his injured leg. House swore and fell sideways into his daughter in pain. Vogler just looked at both of them and laughed.

It took a few minutes, but House somehow managed to regain the ability to sit upright, even though he clutched his leg and showed obvious signs of extreme pain. They continued their verbal spar back and forth against each other, when we noticed Allie staring at us. She'd seen us watching the confrontation the hole in the warehouse wall.

Suddenly, Vogler turned and looked directly at us. Allie, bless her heart, summoned enough strength to pull herself off the floor and throw a weak punch directly at Vogler. Vogler turned quickly, grabbed her by the throat and threw her with his full force, back up against the pipe she's been tethered to. She lost consciousness immediately and now lied deathly pale at the foot of the pipe.

At this precise moment, the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance. Vogler swore and turned to the now standing House. He raised the gun barrel and brought it up to House, point blank range.

"Goodbye Greg," he said.

The events that happened next, happened so quickly, it shocked the hell out of all of us.

The three of us had not seen the fourth pair of eyes, watching the entire confrontation from behind a shrub - not ten feet away from us.

Allison Cameron appeared from behind the bush, wielding a large hunting knife, a look on intense anger in her previously empty eyes.

She lunged towards the warehouse door, determination obvious. Wilson spied her at the last minute and attempted to tackle her, yelling at her to stop befpre she did something she would regret.

It didn't work. Allison charged into the warehouse.

It was hard to hear what she yelled due to the fact that the police were now just moments away from the warehouses - the sirens were loud...overpowering the air that previously held the sound of thunder - but it sounded like she yelled he wasn't going to take away the only things that had ever made her happy.

Vogler lowered the gun he had aimed at House and turned, in time to see Allison launch the hunting knife through the air, directly at him - he had a look of complete shock on his face.

Five shots rang out that very moment, and we all stared in horror as Allison fell to the ground.

Vogler stumbled towards the wall, the hunting knife lodged into his arm, swearing loudly. He raised the gun again, only this time went for Allie, bringing the gun up and seconds from pulling the trigger. Greg had collapsed on the floor next to Allison, and was just sitting there, staring.

At that very moment, we were all thrust aside, our jaws hanging on the floor, as the SWAT team rushed the warehouse, firing at Edward Vogler.