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Cuddy led House and another guy into her office.
"This is Special Agent Riley," Cuddy said. "He will be working on the case to find Bill."
Special Agent Riley was tall, muscular, had short brown hair and smoky grey eyes that didn't show much emotion.
"Hi." Riley offered a handshake but House didn't take it. Riley let his hand drop to his side, looking at House.
"Please, sit." Cuddy went around and sat behind her desk. Everything had calmed down at the hospital and all was running smoothly again. Cuddy had hired an FBI agent to research the case, and he had wanted to bring in House for questioning.
House and Riley did as Cuddy said and sat down next to each other in front of Cuddy's desk. Neither at them said anything to each other.
Oh, this is going to be fun, thought House.
Cuddy coughed to interrupt the awkward silence. "Dr. House is a rather renowned diagnostician," she said.
"Really?" Riley said, although he didn't seem to be paying attention. He took a small yellow notebook and a pen out of his jacket pocket. "Dr. House, can you tell me how you know Bill Arnello?"
"Bill was brother to a patient of mine a couple of months ago," House said.
Riley wrote down what House had said. House looked over at Cuddy, who was giving him the don't-make-this-difficult look.
"Okay," Riley said. "Can you tell me what exactly happened to you in the clinic?"
House sighed. He told the story. Again.
"Right." Riley scribbled some more in his notepad. While House waited for his next question, he concentrated on the repetitive ticking of the clock on Cuddy's desk. It was quite annoying.
"Can you tell me where you where when Allison Cameron disappeared?" Riley asked.
"Yeah, I was right here at this hospital."
Riley raised his eyebrows and looked at House strangely.
"I-I meant I was in the hospital. I was injured from Bill's attack," House verified.
"But you were well enough to get up, right? And your room wasn't far from your office which is where she most likely was taken from-"
"Someone saw her being taken away. They would have known it was me, the limp is kind of hard not to recognize. It's my trademark."
"But you still could have-"
"Can you please tell him that I did not leave?" House said to Cuddy.
"Dr. House did not leave his room," Cuddy stated.
"If you say so." Riley jotted something in his book. "Now, where were you when Eric Foreman disappeared?"
"At...home," House admitted.
"Can anyone verify that?"
House hesitated. "No."
Riley made a tsk sound and wrote something else down.
House swallowed. This didn't look good. "Hey, I just want you to know, I didn't do it so-"
"I didn't say you did it. I just have to take all people into consideration." Riley stood up. "I'll be in touch Lisa." He then left, shutting the door behind him.
"I didn't do it. You know I didn't," House blurted out after Riley was gone.
"I know," Cuddy said. "If it makes you feel any better, he questioned me and Chase too."
"But I bet I was more suspicious. He was treating me like a suspect," he argued.
"He doesn't think you did it."
"What makes you so sure?"
"I just know."
"Great. That makes me feel so much better. So what do you want me to do? I can form a search party-," House began.
"I can do that too." House got up and left Cuddy's office. When he went into the lobby, Chase bounded up to him.
"What happened?" Chase asked.
"Nothing. Only now that Agent thinks that I could have done it," House said as he pressed the button for the elevator.
"Yeah, I think he kind of suspects me too. He is going to end up wasting time while Bill is out there doing who knows what to Cameron and Foreman."
"Well maybe we can do some investigating of our own." House went in the elevator. "Are you coming?"
Chase sighed and stepped into the elevator too.
Cameron stood in the bathroom in front of the cracked mirror. She stared at her pitiful excuse for a reflection. She tried flattening her hair. Better, however nothing could help her puffy eyes that were long overdue for some good sleep nor could it help how hopeless she felt.
Her eyes moved from the mirror to the other room. She heard locks turning. Maybe it was time for her daily meal. Cameron hoped so, because yesterday's peanut butter and jelly sandwich was long ago worn off.
Cameron ran into the other room and waited for the door to open. When it did, Bill was there but what he had wasn't a sandwich.
Bill led a blind-folded Foreman into the room. Bill pushed him to the ground, and gave Cameron a fake smile before leaving and locking the door again.
Cameron knelt down next to Foreman and took off the piece of cloth that covered his eyes. Foreman smiled when he saw Cameron. "Nice to see a smiling face," Cameron said.
"Same here. Hey do you mind untying me?"
Cameron untied the rope that held his hands bound behind him. When his hands were free, he pulled Cameron into a hug.
"I was worried about you. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Foreman asked.
"No, I'm okay. I've just been really scared."
"It's okay; you don't have to be afraid. I won't let him hurt you," Foreman said reassuringly.
Cameron let go of him and sat down on the ground. "You know who that guy is, right?"
Foreman sat next to her. "Yeah, Bill Arnello." Foreman filled Cameron in on what had happened while she was gone.
When he was done, Cameron sighed. "I can't believe Bill is doing this just to get revenge."
"Well, what do you expect? I just hope that the others are luckier than us." Foreman stood up. "I don't know about you, but I want to get out of here." Cameron watched as Foreman looked around the room, and then went onto the bathroom. She could hear him moving around and hitting things. A few seconds later he came back into the other room, and he walked across and went to the door that separated them from their freedom, and tried to open it. Of course, it was locked.
"You didn't think he locked it?" Cameron asked.
"It was worth a try." Foreman studied the door, then backed up and rammed into it.
"I've already tried that," Cameron commented. "I've tried everything."
"Obviously not. We're still here."
Cameron watched as Foreman tried to knock down the door again, and again, and she watched as he failed everytime.
Foreman sat back down next to Cameron, rubbing his left shoulder. "That door's not going anywhere."
"I didn't think so." Cameron brushed a stray hair out of her face. "Do you have your phone or anything?"
"Nope. Bill took my phone, watch, pager-everything."
Cameron sighed.
"Well, I'm out of ideas, what should we do?" Foreman asked.
"I guess all we can do is…wait."
And they did as Cameron said. They waited for something to happen.