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.
Author's Note: ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT! You all
guilted me into writing more chapters! sigh My
fans are never satisfied LOL I'm just kidding all. You know how
much of a great big happy it is to know how you all like my writing.
I totally appreciate it. This chapter is going to be a little short
since it's been a while since I wrote for this story. I have some
ideas, so I think I can carry this story on a while longer. And the
coming chapters will be longer, I promise. I just needed to get back into the swing of things with this chapter.
The next day, the police called Cameron to come down to the precinct to fill out some formalities. After the call, she looked up at House with troubled eyes.
He came over and put his hands on her shoulders. "I told you, I'd be there with you. You can do this."
She took a deep, shaky breath. "I can do this."
"Good girl. Let's go get ready and get this over with."
Half an hour and a call to Dr. Cuddy later, they were at the station house. The first thing they wanted her to do was to pick Kevin Breaker out of a line up. She looked up at the detective on the case. "Can he come in with me," she asked, pointing to House. "I need the support."
"Husband or boyfriend?"
"My doctor." It wasn't exactly a lie, but the detective didn't need to know that.
"Fine. He needs to stay quiet though."
Cameron nodded her head to House, gesturing that he could come over. As she opened the door to the lineup room, she felt a warm hand in hers. She looked up to see House right next to her, looking into her eyes with concern. Her heart constricted to see that he actually cared about her.
"Don't worry," she said, giving him a brave smile. "I can do this."
"I know you can." He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
They entered the room and waited while the five suspects were hoarded in, one after another.
"Okay, Dr. Cameron, let us know if you see who attacked you up there."
She took a deep breath and looked at the men standing before her. Of course there was one that stood out. The face she would never forget, now marred by freshly reopened gouges. "Number 3. That's him."
"Thank you."
The detective escorted them out of the room. "This was just a formality. He's pleading guilty to all of the attacks. We just needed to make sure yours was one of them."
"He's pleading guilty? So you dragged her down here to revisit that bastard as a formality?" House was livid.
"We need to make sure how many counts we can get him on."
"You guys are so ass backwards, I swear to fucking god. Do you need us for any more formalities?"
"We just need Dr. Cameron to go over her statement one more time for us," the detective replied, blushing furiously.
"Do I have to go to court," Cameron said, her first words since picking Breaker out of the lineup.
"No, I don't believe so. He's pleading out, so there won't be a trial. You can go to the arraignment and sentencing only if you want to."
"No that's quite alright. Now, what about my statement?"
Another half hour later and they were on their way home. House looked at Cameron out of the corner of his eye. She looked a little pale, just staring out of the passenger side window. "Hey," he said, getting her attention. "How are you feeling?"
"Glad it's over," she said with a sigh, looking at him. "I never really have to see him again?"
"Like the detective said, only if you want to."
"Then it's really over."
"Almost."
"What do you mean?"
"Until you can come to terms with everything, it will never be over. Remember what we talked about last night?"
"Yes, House. I know. And I promised you that I would start therapy this week. I'll call then as soon as we get home."
House smiled at her and took her hand. "That's my girl."
Cameron had to look back out the window to hide her grin.
"Now, Dr. Cuddy gave me the day off. How about we do a movie and Chinese again?"
She couldn't get over his change in personality since her attack. Still a sarcastic bastard, but more... friendlier? caring? Cameron couldn't place it.
"Sounds good to me," she replied.
"Good. But I get to choose the movie this time. None of that "Amityville Horror" remake crap again. We're going to go see 'Batman Begins'."
After dinner and the movie, Cameron was more relaxed. And tired. The day took a lot out of her. On the way home, she closed her eyes just for a second.
House looked over at her. She was out cold. He reached over and laid a hand on her cheek. She made a content noise, and pushed her cheek into his hand. House smiled, and then frowned. He took his hand away and put it on his chest. There was a pain there that he couldn't quite place. It wasn't sharp, dull, or aching. It was just there. He paled when he came to a stunning conclusion. "Oh no," he said softly. "Not again." He was falling in love with Allison Cameron.