Just the same as always, R&R.

Right now, House would rather be sound asleep, but due to recent circumstances, he has been awake since earlier that day.

He has repeated the story of what had happened to him in the clinic he didn't know to how many people. He told them everything - how Bill wanted revenge because of his brother's death and how he blamed the death on House. He told them how they beat him, and how he threatened to hurt all who were close to him.

Everyone said that they would catch Bill, but House had his doubts.

Chase and Foreman went into House's office and they found in a mess. Apparently, that's where Cameron was when Bill had found her, and Cameron gave a struggle. Also, a nurse said that she saw Cameron leave with some guy. So, results were that Cameron was taken right out of the hospital without anyone noticing.

"Are you okay?" Cuddy asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." House sank back into the plush of the pillows. Chase and Foreman had left a long time ago, while Wilson had just left promising to be back soon. Everyone was gone, except for Cuddy who stayed to watch over her precious hospital.

Cuddy sat in the chair that Wilson had previously been sitting in. They both remained in silence, looking the opposite way of each other. But after awhile House couldn't resist so he looked over to Cuddy to find her sleeping.

House smiled and reached over the railing to poke Cuddy's knee. She jumped slightly when he touched her.

"No sleeping on the job," House said.

Cuddy stretched her arms and sat up in her chair. "Whoops, my mistake."

"You don't need to sit here and watch over me. I don't think that anyone's going to come in here and try to attack me," House said.

"Oh yeah, why is that?"

House pointed to his cane that stood propped up next to the cabinet next to his bed. "This time, I'll beat them down with my cane."

Cuddy didn't smile. She knew he was only joking but she didn't want to think of him getting attacked again.

"Go home. You've been here all day," House said seriously.

"No, you'll need a better reason than that."

"Okay. Go home, I don't want you here."

"Is that how you speak to someone that helped you?" Cuddy asked.

"What are you talking about? I would have woken up on my own soon if you didn't find me," House insisted.

"No you wouldn't. You'd still be on that clinic floor."

"Whatever, if that makes you feel like a hero," House said.

"You know I'm right."

House rolled his eyes. "So, are you going to exempt me from clinic duty?"

"Nice try, but no."

"Gosh, you're so mean."

"Only to you," Cuddy said following a yawn.

"Go home," House repeated.

Cuddy remained sitting and shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Look - get some rest, get cleaned up, and you can come back here, patrol my room, stay by my bedside all night and hold my hand, but for now go home."

Cuddy sighed. "Fine." She got up a walked over to the door and stood there. "I'll be back, and don't worry - they'll track Bill down."

"I wish I could be as optimistic as you," House said.

Cuddy gave him the best smile she could manage before leaving. After she left, House smiled. Even though she tried to hide it, Cuddy was worried about him. Through their snide sarcastic remarks, there was friendship underneath.

House shut his eyes to block out the light from the setting sun. He listened to the sounds coming from the hallway. Somehow, with all the noise and all the thoughts on his mind, House was able to fall into a deep sleep.

Cameron woke up with a major headache and face down on the floor. She pushed herself up off the ground. For a second, Cameron wondered where she was, but then she remembered what had happened. Letting out a sigh, she looked around the room. It was empty, however Bill was nowhere to be found.

She studied her surroundings. The walls and floor where made of concrete. The room was dim, the only source of light came from a light hanging from the ceiling and some light came from under the door from a room in the corner. The main room was windowless, and the area was empty except for a door. Knowing that it probably wouldn't work, Cameron went over to the door and tried opening it. As she guessed, it was locked.

Desperately, Cameron ran across the room to the other room. She pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside.

It was as windowless as the other room. Cramped inside were a toilet and a sink with a cracked mirror hanging over the sink. Unsatisfied, she went back into the other room.

Cameron stood in the middle of the room, and then ran at the locked door, slamming her body against it. It didn't budge. She slammed into it again then she began kicking and pounding on the door hoping it would open.

After about five minutes without success, Cameron went back across the room, leaned against the wall and slid down it. When she was sitting, she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. How could this be happening to her? She tried getting away, but failed, and now she was stuck in this place that served as a prison.

She looked down at her wrist wishing she wore a watch today. If it was still the same day; she had no clue to how much time has passed. Beginning to get warm, she shed her coat and threw it aside.

Where was Bill? And what did he have planned to do to her?

Cameron blinked as tears began to spill out of her eyes. She wiped them away, only to be replaced by new ones.

After what seemed like hours of crying, then not crying and only thinking and staring at the four walls, Cameron heard someone on the other side of the locked door. It opened Bill wearing his usual attire - a suit. Before she could get a look of beyond the door he quickly shut and locked the door behind him. Striding over to where Cameron was, he took a seat next to her on the floor.

"I guess you finally calmed down," Bill said. Cameron could feel him looking at her, but she glared ahead, not daring to look at him. "I thought your head might hurt after the escape you tried to make," he continued. Bill took a bottle of Tylenol out of his pocket and poured two in his palm and offered them to Cameron.

Being well educated, Cameron knew never to take medicine from others, especially someone like Bill. But her headache overruled and she grabbed the pills out of his hand.

"I'll need water."

"There's a sink in there." Bill pointed to the bathroom.

Cameron glared at Bill, but she got up, went into the bathroom, put the pills in her mouth and swallowed them with water she held cupped in her hands. Trying to ignore the bad, metallic taste of the water, she averted her eyes away from the mirror, not wanting to look at her reflection. She went and sat back down next to Bill, putting a little distance between the two of them.

"You don't have to do this," Cameron whispered.

Bill ignored her noble comment. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"No."

"Well, if that's all..." Bill started to get up.

"Where am I?" Cameron asked.

"I can't tell you."

"Are you going to kill me?"

Bill looked over at Cameron and smiled. "You'll see." He got up and walked to the door.

Cameron ran after him, grabbing the doorknob and tried opening the door. But it was too late, Bill had already locked the door from the outside. So for now she was sentenced to wait here until she could escape.

If she could.