Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, but Chrissy's mine:)
House sat, his leg shaking, staring at the phone waiting for it to ring or the door to open. Where were they? Cameron had taken Chrissy out to buy ice cream for them when Wilson had come over to watch a baseball game and never came back. Where the hell could she be? Why hadn't she called? She had never not called. When they were dating, when they got married, when Chrissy was born, just never.
Something had to have happened, but what? They lived in a good area just outside Princeton and the crime rate was even below five percent. For the first time in a long time, House found himself praying.
BRIIING BRIIING
House launched himself at the phone.
"Hello?" he bellowed into the receiver.
"House?"
"Wilson? Did you find them? Where are they? Are they okay?"
"Yeah, they're here at the hospital."
"What? Why? Is Chrissy okay? Cameron?"
"Chrissy's fine." House let out a sigh of relief but waited for Wilson to continue before he started talking again. He didn't.
"Wilson, Cameron, you haven't told me about Cameron." House heard Wilson let out a shaky breath. "Wilson, is she okay? What happened?" Wilson heard the fear rise in House's voice.
"Come into the hospital, I'll explain everything here."
"Fine." House yelled and slammed the phone down. He threw on a jacket and rushed out the door as fast as he could and found himself praying once again.
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