Another chapter! (Gasp!) And I have a four day weekend, which means a lot personal time with my keyboard (you know, to write). Anyways, in this one, there is major development. And please note the author's note at the bottom. Peace!

House woke up from the sound of a knock on his door. He looked around where he was, and apparently, he had fallen asleep on his couch. Again. Sighing, House looked at his watch. It was after midnight, who would be knocking on his door at this time of night?

Whoever it was, they knocked again. House got up opened the door. It was Riley.

"What?" House said.

Riley looked down at the ground and sighed. "I really hate to tell you this but...Bill killed them all."

"What? How?" House asked in disbelief.

"We found out where Bill was hiding them, and we went in and...they were all there. They were dead," Riley explained. "I'm sorry."

No, House thought. This isn't true. It can't be. House felt as if his lungs were caving in and everything was stopping. They were gone, and it was all his fault.

BANG! House woke with a start and in a cold sweat. He looked around where he was. He was lying on his couch.

House looked down at his watch. 11:30 p.m.

House sighed with relief. It was only another dream.

There was another bang. House realized that someone was at his door. Reluctantly, House limped over to the door and opened it. It was Riley. Déjà vu? But this time he was smiling.

"What are you so happy about?" House asked. He was smiling, so it had to be good news, right?

"I know where Bill is!" Riley practically yelled.

House was in shock. "You know...where they are?"

Riley nodded and walked inside, letting himself inside House's home. House watched him walk over and sit down. House shut the door and stood against the wall.

"Well what?" House said.

"I was looking at the videos taken from places near the hospital, and I could use them to track where Bill went. Then I got surveillance videos from other places as I continued to track Bill through them." Riley paused and caught his breath. "I know where he is."

"...You want me to ask where that one place is?" House asked.

Riley ignored House's sarcasm. "It's at 2836 Strauss road. It's about an hour away from the hospital."

"Then why haven't you gone yet?" House asked. "You know - do your FBI things."

"It takes some thinking before you go breaking in to somewhere when someone is holding hostages, and...I wanted to tell you first. I think you deserve to know."

"I'm touched, but why did you-," House began.

"Don't worry about it." Riley stood up. "I'll organize a team and we'll be going tomorrow. You're the first person I told about this, so everyone else is going to be thrilled." He stood up and walked to the door. "See you tomorrow House." Riley closed the door behind him.

They're okay. Tomorrow, they will be free of Bill, they never hear from him again...House's thoughts were broken when he heard a gunshot and screams from outside.

House went outside of his apartment and walked into the street where some people were standing over something. House slowly walked towards the crowd, but he could not get through because everyone was in the way.

Amy, his neighbor turned around and saw House in the crowd. She pushed through the crowd and grabbed House's arm.

"Oh, it's horrible! Can you help him?" she asked.

Amy led House over to the center of the crowd. When he got there, House stared down at the person on the ground. In the moonlight, House could see Riley's lifeless eyes that only minutes ago had held so much excitement, the only emotion House had ever saw in him.

House looked down the street to see if he could get a glimpse of Riley's shooter. All he could see was an empty road.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. House turned to see his Amy looking down at him.

"Is he alive?" she asked.

"No," House answered. He looked around in the crowd. "Was anyone here when it happened?"

"I was," one guy said. "Some guy just walked up to him and shot him, then ran off, jumped in his car and drove away."

House sighed. In the distance he could hear police sirens. House limped away from the scene. As he was walking, he dialed the Police. After a few rings someone picked up.

"Princeton Police Department."

"Detective Riley was just shot-," House began.

"I know sir. The Police should be there any minute now," the operator explained.

"No, they are. I'm Gregory House, and Riley was working on the case with the disappearances PPTH. Just before he was killed, he came to me and told me some really important information about the case that nobody else knew. So-,"

"Sir, if it was that important, Detective Riley would have told somebody else."

"But he didn't! I need to talk with someone so that I can tell them where to find Bill and rescue them," House yelled.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Listen; right now I have more important things to be dealing with. Good bye." The operator hung up.

House cursed. So much for the Police. And the FBI would probably be the same. So House decided to take matters into his own hands, and carry out the deed that Riley prompted him to do.

A/N: Yeah I know, predictable. But it works. :D Review please and have a wonderful day/night/whatever.