Summery: Just
read…
Spoilers: Up until midway through "Heavy" and
takes a twist.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You
know I don't own it! I play.
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Monday"Dr. House, the police finally came back with the results from the prints on Cameron's car," Dr. Cuddy said walking into House's office with a file.
"It only took them a friggin' year to do it," he grumbled. "Gimmie it."
She dropped the file on his desk. As he started to read it, Cuddy began to rattle off facts about the criminal. "Kevin Breaker. 34. He was apparently arrested for assault twice, but other than that, no reports of sexual abuse or rape."
"And assault is just dandy?"
"No, House, it's not." She sighed. "Listen, we don't know if the guy is going to come back to try and finish the job, or if from some godforsaken reason he injures himself and winds up coming here. I am going to have his picture posted all around the hospital so people know who to look out for and to call 911 ASAP." She turned to walk out.
"Are the police searching for him," House asked quietly.
Her hand paused on the doorknob. "I hope to god they are." She walked out.
"House, can I see you for a minute?"
"Hold on a sec, this is fascinating. So tell me again why you think you have hypothyroidism?"
The clinic patient took a deep breath and started to explain. "Well, I've been awfully tired all the time and I seem to have these periods I can't remember. I've gained 10 pounds in a month. And—"
"House," Wilson said, extremely agitated, "this is important. I need to speak with you now."
"Oookay. Be right back," he said over his shoulder to the patient. As they exited Exam room 1, Wilson grabbed House by the arm and dragged him over to an exam room across the way.
"Umm, could you slow down? There's that problem with my leg…"
"Shut up and look in there." The blinds in the room were open. House glanced in to see a guy sitting up on the table, glancing around the room and generally looking bored. "One of the nurses grabbed me because she recognized the guy from the picture Cuddy had posted in every nook and cranny here."
House's hand trembled as it gripped the top of his cane with so much pressure his knuckles turned white. The man in the exam room had gouges down the side of his face and neck that looked slightly infected. From Cameron's nails.
"That's him."
"I know. The nurses already called the police. They should be here soon. Don't worry he can't get out. They locked him in." He looked at the guy one more time. "I hope those scratches get so infected they have to peel his face off." Wilson turned to go back to work.
Fury was radiation off House like he had never felt before. He was filled with a rage that he couldn't explain. He looked in the window again. There Kevin Breaker sat like he hadn't a care in the world. Like he hadn't tried to rape anybody. House had never in his life wanted to kill someone before.
A minute later, Wilson realized that House hadn't followed him. His eyes opened wide. Oh shit, doctors have master keys to all the exam rooms! He turned around and ran back to the room.
It only lasted a minute, but it seemed like forever. House unlocked the door without thinking and launched himself at Kevin Breaker. He didn't even notice the pain in his leg or the fact that he dropped his cane. All he noticed where his hands around Kevin's neck.
"You think you can just attack anyone? Huh?"
He threw him to the floor and picked the cane up from its resting place.
"You think you can attack innocent women?" Up went the cane and down went the cane. It made a sickening thud against his body. "You think—" Again. "you can—" Again. "try to rape women?" Again. "Rape my Cameron?" This time when the cane fell, it snapped.
Wilson came rushing into the room and grabbed House around his waist and pulled him away from Kevin. "House, enough! He's had enough!"
"That piece of shit hasn't had enough! He's not dead yet!"
Wilson continued to pull the struggling man out of the room. With a mighty yank, he stumbled and both of them fell on the floor. He rolled over and grabbed House by his lapels. "Listen to me. The cops are on their way. Except now they'll have two people to arrest instead of one. Now I'm going to grab what's left of your cane and we are going to go back to your office." He got up and grabbed the first nurse he saw. "Carol, when the police get here, you can direct them to House's office. This has got to be at least assault and battery."
"Why," Carol asked. "I didn't see anything." She looked around. "Did anyone see anything here?"
There was a chorus of 'no' and shaken heads. "That guy got what he deserved."
"Great," Wilson said, throwing his hands in the air. "Now we're lying to the police. Just great."
House had ripped open the infected scratches with his cane and from the looks of it had also shattered his nose and cheekbone. The nurses locked the bleeding man back in the exam room to wait for the police.
With assistance from Wilson, they made their way back to House's office. Foreman and Chase were in the conference room and saw the disheveled duos return. They rushed in to see what happened.
"What's going on," Chase asked. "What happened to your cane?"
Foreman stood back, recognizing the rage that still played across House's features. "That guy came back, didn't he?"
"Yeah. He won't be going anywhere for a long time now," Wilson answered. "He's locked in the clinic waiting for the police."
House closed his eyes and leaned his head back in his chair. He dug around in his pocket for the Vicodin. He leg was screaming in agony now.
"And Babe Ruth over here," Wilson continued, gesturing at House, "decided to take a few swings at him. Messed him up pretty good."
"You beat the shit out of a rapist," Foreman said in disbelief. "You?"
"Don't test me right now," House growled in reply. "Wilson, I have a spare cane in the 'Vette. Care to fetch?"
"No problem."
Foreman and Chase just stared at him in admiration.
"What? Never heard of a cripple beating up someone before? Go back to work before I fire both of you."
They both walked out of the office with a new respect for their irritable boss.
House tried to relax. He smiled as he remembered Wilson's last words to Kevin before they left for his office:
"Listen to me you bastard. You got mugged. You came here for treatment. The nurses recognized you and called the police. You decided not to put up a fight and turn yourself in."
"Eat shit."
"I don't think so. You see, you left fingerprints all over Cameron's car. There are pictures of you posted all over this hospital."
Kevin paled.
"You're done, Breaker. Give it up. Or,"
Wilson said, tapping his chin, "I could just sic Dr. House back on
you. He looks like he could go another round. I'm sure he could
give you a matching limp."
Kevin swallowed repeatedly.
"So, you were mugged, right?"
He nodded.
"You've never seen Dr. House or myself except for in the parking garage, correct?"
He nodded again.
"And you are turning yourself in."
"Yes," Kevin practically whispered.
"Good," Wilson said, walking out. "Don't drop the soap."
House chuckled slightly. Wilson could be very evil if he wanted to. It didn't come out very often, but he had a mean streak in him.
He sighed. God, he was going to look forward to that asshole's day in court. Then he sobered as he remembered Cameron. He was going to have to break this news to her when he got home. Dammit. It could either go very good or very bad. He was going to have to tread water very carefully.