Chase headed to PPTH early the next morning. The mother had taken her five year old's condition well, better than he had suspected actually and the little girl had recovered nicely.

In the conference room, he was watching the news when a special came on about the death of a FBI agent. Chase's eyes widened as he remembered hearing about a plan to kill someone. The agent had been found sliced in peices and if that wasn't gruesome enough, five days earlier, there had been a body of a cop, found virtually mutulated beyond recognition.

Cameron came in while he was watching it. She paused as she observed the news with an open mouth. Chase came to his senses and turned it off. He didn't want Cameron to be scared worse than she now already was.

"Hey I was watching that," Cameron complained.

"It's too gruesome," Chase shot gently.

"Then why become a doctor," Cameron asked with her hands on her hips.

Chase just shrugged.

House came in around noon with another case.

"Nine year old with severe hemmorging," House said.

"That doesn't say much," Foreman replied.

"Yeah well, the girl's a mute so that's all we know," House answered.

"Could be Lassa fever," Chase suggested.

"Yeah and it could be ebola, don't get in contact with any fluid or vomit in that case," House added.

"Well it could also be a blood vessel," Cameron added.

"Let's agree to disagree," House said sarcatically and then added," Get an mri of the brain and blood tests."

They all got up to perform the tests.

Chase exhaustedly went back to his seat later to do his crossword but on top of it was a note to his digust. He crinkled it and was about to throw it away but decided to read it at the last moment.

To his horror it said, "You'll pay."

Chase instantly threw it in the trash and put his hands in his head for a moment. He hadn't done anything and if it were those guys, he hadn't gotten a good look at them anyways so why would they want to make him pay. He pondered what he would do with the note and whether he should call the authorities about it when the patient coded. He instantly jumped up and ran to the patient' room.

"What's going on," he asked Foreman and Cameron who were already there.

"She went into cardiac arrest," Cameron explained.

They spent five minutes trying to get the patient's heartbeat into regular heart rythm that when it finally returned, Chase forgot all about the threatening post it note that had been in the conference room.

Chase headed to his car later that evening exhausted. The patient was probably braindead. After she had gone into cardiac arrest, they had had to intubate her and then her eyes dilated on them after that. It was horrible to loose a patient but even more so to loose a child.

He was preoccupied in finding his keys that he didn't notice anything around him until there was a gun shoved in his face.

"You scream or do anything stupid, I'll blow you're brains out here in the parking lot," A voice startled him.

He was about to turn around but a knife was then placed at his throat.

"Turn around and then we'll make sure you'll die right now, being a doctor you'll realize that we'll make you drown in your own blood," another voice snapped.

Chase froze.

He knew that voice and everything flooded back. The voices talking about killing, the threatening letter, and now the promise of killing him.

"We just want to make sure you don't see us. We're going to blindfold you now," The man ordered.

Afterwards he felt himself being led, where he didn't know, and couldnt' do anything to stop it.