A/N: I opted for a shorter chapter rather than packing more stuff into this one. I wanted to post before I leave for vacation, and if I had written more, that wasn't going to happen. I could have gone into a lot more with this chapter, but I wanted to post it today. So my apologies if it is not...up to my usual standard.

Next chapter picks up where this one ends, so stay tuned. And thanks for reading!

Around the same time, Cuddy walked back to her office after finishing a meeting with the Finance department. Her assistant and head nurse Brenda, stopped her as she went to walk into her office.

"Lisa, there's a man in your office. Said he's a donor."

Cuddy looked at her assistant, mildly confused. "I didn't think I had any donor meetings scheduled for today."

"You don't. I checked...Unless we both missed it which is possible."

Amused, Cuddy looked at her. Brenda shrugged.

"I told him you were in a meeting, but he seemed rather adamant about wanting to wait until you came back, so I showed him to your office a few minutes ago."

Still extremely curious, Cuddy thanked her and pulled her office door open. She saw a man with short black hair in a suit sitting in one of the two chairs in front of her desk.

"Hi, I'm Lisa Cu -" she began in a professional manner, but stopped suddenly as the man turned towards her. Her heart started to beat faster in her chest.

This man was definitely not a donor of the hospital.

"Hello, Lisa," Brad Kowalski grinned wickedly as he addressed her.

Chapter 85:

"What are you doing here?" Cuddy hissed, her voice quiet as her eyes conveyed a mixture of anger and fear as she closed her office door.

"Aren't you going to say 'Hello'?" Brad responded, ignoring her question. He noted the hint of insecurity in her tone.

Cuddy scoffed before walking past him towards her desk.

"Hi," she finally responded, bitterly. She turned to face him as she stood next to her desk.

"That's better. For a minute there, I thought you had forgotten your manners."

"What do you want, Brad?"

"You've been ignoring me," Brad replied, leaning forward in his chair, to gauge her reaction.

"I've been busy," she responded lightly

"So you've been ignoring me."

"No," Cuddy snapped quietly through gritted teeth, as her patience started to run thin. "I've been busy. There's a difference. Now what do you want?"

"Your decision," Brad replied, taking note of her abrupt change of tone.

Cuddy rolled her eyes and looked at him, disgusted. "I think you knew my answer from the start." She pointed towards the door. "Now get out. I told you I'm busy."

"Then your boyfriend's getting sued," Brad told her, still sitting where he was.

"You're not going to sue him," Cuddy amused.

Brad cocked an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I'm not -"

Cuddy interrupted him. "Because you're not. I know you. But you already made that decision, didn't you? So why are you here?"

Standing up, Brad smoothed out a crease in his pants with his hand. "Forgive me, I'm leaving. I merely thought..." He left his words hanging as he gave Cuddy a lingering once over.

"You look good," he told her.

"Don't."

Shaking his head amused, Brad walked over to the door to leave. Behind him, Cuddy stayed where she was and turned around, exhaling quietly as she forced herself to relax.

Standing in front of the double doors that led into the office, Brad grinned and looked over his shoulder. When he saw Cuddy had her back towards him and knew she wasn't going to notice him, he quietly turned the lock and shut the blinds so no one could see past the glass on the wooden doors.

Turning around again, Brad noticed she hadn't moved from her spot, still with her back towards him as she stared out her office window.

"You're right. I'm not going to sue him," Brad began coldly, as he advanced his way across the room to meet her once more.

Gasping in surprise, Cuddy jumped, startled. She thought he had left. "What are you -"

Before she could fully spin around to face him, Brad was too quick for her as he placed his hands low on either side of her hips, gripping them tightly, as he proceeded to press his body up against her backside, securing her in place with his strong grip.

"You've been ignoring me because your shit head of a cripple boyfriend told you to," he growled in her ear, his eyes flashing.

Cuddy barely had any time to react. She could feel Brad's hot breath on the back of her neck.

Reaching over to grab the phone on her desk, she never got the chance. Brad had lifted his hand from her hip and knocked the phone away from her hand, leaving the receiver hanging off the edge of the desk.

"No," Brad growled quietly.

Taking advantage of the fact that Brad's one hand was no longer secured on her hip, Cuddy turned and tried to step around him to run to the door, but he was too quick for her. Brad grabbed her arm and forcefully, moved her back in front of him.

"Get off me," Cuddy told him, as she reached up with her right hand to remove his hand from her upper arm.

His one hand still resting on her hip, Brad moved closer to her, shoving her towards the wall behind the desk.

"I've missed you, Lisa," he whispered.

Cuddy let out a muffled yell as Brad pressed his mouth against hers, forcing her lips to part as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. His hand moved down to her blouse as he gave her breast a hard, firm squeeze over the blouse material.

As she resisted, he became more aggressive.

Cuddy tried to knock his hand out of the way, but Brad had grabbed her wrist, squeezing it painfully.

"What do you see in him?" Brad whispered, as he pulled back.

"Get the fuck off me!" Cuddy yelled, as she kicked him in the shin with her foot.

Grunting in pain, Brad did not back down. Glancing down at his shin, his face darkened. He lifted his head and, with all his might, shoved Cuddy against the black file cabinet a few yards to his left. Hard.

Cuddy cried out in a mixture of surprise and pain as the right side of her body made direct contact with the side of the cabinet, her stomach taking the brunt of the blow, along with her right hip. She immediately reached behind her to steady herself against the wall to avoid falling, as her eyes watered with pain.

Seeing her vulnerability, Brad seized his opportunity, and moved so he was standing over her. He slowly slid her legs apart, letting his hand glide along the length of her inner thigh.

Cuddy closed her eyes. She tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat. The dull aching that was cascading down the side of her body was starting to intensify.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you will never ever want to get fucked by that cripple again," Brad whispered, staring at her.

"Open your eyes," he commanded, roughly. "Look at me!"

Cuddy didn't do what he asked. Brad pinned her between himself and the wall, as he leaned forward and touched his lips to her exposed collarbone, trailing upwards to the side of her neck as he bit down on the skin, forcing his mouth where he knew it didn't belong.

Cuddy squirmed against his touch. Finally opening her eyes, she tried to push him away, but from getting slammed against the file cabinet paired with being locked in Brad's strong, enticing grip, she couldn't do much. Waves of pain rippled through her right side as she struggled.

Brad's hands gripped her hips tighter, ignoring her soft cry of pain, and he grinded against her, His hand found her left breast and he ripped the top two buttons off her blouse to gain access more quickly.

Cuddy struggled against him, closing her eyes again as she felt a wave of dizziness come over her, her head swimming.
Do something! her mind yelled, but her body was paralyzed with fear. She was trapped, mentally and physically.

But it was a sound that brought her back to her senses.

Brad was undoing his belt buckle, his fingers working quickly to undo what separated him from true reality and his reality, his rock hard cock wanting to slide into her. In his reality, Lisa Cuddy was his, and not belonging to some drug addicted, pill-popping cripple.

Cuddy heard him undoing his belt and that's when her eyes opened again, as she became snapped out of her trance, out of the memory that was awaiting her.

Ignoring the pain in her hip, she shoved him backwards as hard as she physically could, her eyes flashing dangerously

"No!" she cried out, pushing him away from her.

Brad stumbled back, hitting the corner of the glass coffee table. "You bitch!" he cursed at her loudly.

Regaining his footing, he lunged at her and she cringed, but before he could grab her to push her up against the wall, someone caught him around the middle and dragged him backwards.

It took her a moment to realize that Brad was no longer coming at her. She leaned against the file cabinet for support and relief, the side of her body aching. Stunned, Cuddy glanced over Brad's shoulder to see Chase pulling her attacker away from her.

"Get away from her, jerk!" Chase yelled as he yanked Brad's arm backwards and held it behind the man's body, flat against his back.

Brad wasn't quite stable on his footing, so he was easily thrown off balance, giving Chase the opportunity to swing the man as hard as he was able against wall next to the other side of the file cabinet.

The front of Brad's body hit first. Chase held him against the wall, securely pinning Brad's arms in place against his body, Chase's elbow pressed into the small of the man's back, preventing any movement.

Turning his head at the sound of the door opening, Chase saw Foreman enter the office, a look of surprise showing on his face.

Chase glanced over at Cuddy, who hadn't moved and was white as a sheet, the petrified look still etched in her face, as the memory of what had just happened continued to trap her.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. He doubted whether she even heard him.

She didn't respond and continued to have a dazed look on her face, as she stared straight ahead of her, not looking at anything in particular.

Glancing over at Foreman, Chase jerked his head in Brad's direction.

"A little help here?"

Foreman came forward and seized Brad's arm and like Chase, assisted in pinning the man against the wall.

"Where's House?"

"Right here," a gruff voice answered from the doorway.

As he stepped into the office, House's eyes silently swept over the room, his eyes flickering over to Cuddy, then moved to Brad being pinned against the wall, held by his two employees,

His eyes moved toward Cuddy again. The blank, lifeless look in her eyes said it all.

He turned his head back towards Brad, a look of pure disgust on his face. "You son of a bitch," he said quietly, but he knew Brad could hear him. He went to lunge toward the man, wanting to charge at his throat, but Foreman stopped him, grabbing him around the waist in a bear-like grip.

As he struggled against Foreman's grip, House didn't back down.

"What the hell did you do to her?!" House roared, trying to push Foreman away, his eyes blazing with anger.

"House, stop," Foreman commanded, but House paid no attention.

"You sick son of a bitch. What the FUCK did you do?!" House repeated again, loudly, trying to move past his employee, who stopped him again.

"House, calm down. We'll take him outside," Foreman started to say, but was cut off when House gave a snarl.

"Don't tell me to -" House roared. "Get the fuck off me, Foreman!" he spat out.

"House, don't do this. Not here." He jutted his chin towards where Cuddy was. "Go."

His eyes still blazing ferociously, House cursed, seething, and turned away. Limping over to Cuddy, he waited until he heard the office doors shut and Brad was gone before bending down in front of her, grimacing as he kneeled down, lowering himself to the ground to be level with her.

"Hey," he whispered quietly, trying to get her attention. He cursed at himself as he heard his voice quiver.

"Lisa," he tried again when he heard no response. Reaching out, he gently touched her shoulder.

When she flinched violently, it took him all of his willpower to not go outside those doors and punch Brad.

"Look at me," he tried again.

Very slowly, Cuddy finally lifted her eyes to meet his.

"You're okay now." He silently searched her face for any sort of recognition.

She nodded slowly, her eyes pleading with him.

Painfully, House stood and reached out his hand to assist Cuddy in standing. He stopped when trying to stand up, she cried out in pain.

"What is it?"

"My side," she told him, glancing toward the file cabinet. Following her gaze, House swallowed hard, as he understood what she meant.

Letting out a roar of frustration, he took a brief moment to regain control of his emotions before helping Cuddy over to the couch, although it was a slow process. He helped her lay down on her left side.

Unbuttoning her blouse, he let out a frustrated sigh when he saw the oval bruise on the right side of her stomach and abdomen, the area swollen and red.

"Fuck."

Cuddy reached out her hand and laid it on his arm. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Anything else I should know about?" he asked, ignoring her request. "Any cramping?"

Cuddy winced as she tried to sit up. House laid a hand on her arm and she laid back down again.

"My hip."

"I'm not touching that," House told her. "Same side? Left?"

She nodded.

House stood, turning his back on her as he reached for his phone that was in his front pocket of his jeans. As he limped towards the door, he turned back, the phone by his ear.

"You going to be okay? I'll be back in two minutes. I'm calling Parker."

She nodded silently. "Don't do anything stupid, Greg," she whispered, looking up at him from the couch.

Keeping his emotions in check, House turned and limped out the door of the office, the phone to his ear as he waited for Cuddy's OB to pick up on the other end.

A/N: Like I said, I intended to make it longer but didn't want my readers waiting another week to get an update.