Here is the next chapter of RITC (the acronym of the story)! Although I'm having to rewrite a lot of it, I'm excited! I predict 5ish more chapters, so it's counting down now!

House had made up his mind; he was going to go now before he changed his mind. Even though Riley was dead, House had all the information he need, and he wasn't going to hesitate, because apparently, nobody else was going to help him.

House considered going to the authorities again, maybe getting someone more competent the second time. However, House doubted that anyone would believe him; they would first ask how House knew the information and then they would question if he was involved in Riley's murder. No, it was best if House went to do this alone.

House put a gun in his front right pocket of his jeans. He left his apartment wondering if he would ever return there again. Sighing, House got into his car and drove to his destination.

House knew the place where Riley had said Bill was. House drove in silence there, his mind reeling the entire time. Was Riley right? Was this the right place? Would Bill be waiting when he got there? Were they even alive, and was he wasting his time?

House shook his head as though trying to rid himself of his thoughts. House concentrated on driving in the unfamiliar place. In not too much time, House found the proper road.

House got a sudden chill when he turned onto Strauss road. It was pitch black outside and no other cars were on the road. House turned off his headlights and used the moonlight to see where he was going. He went past several houses and then he found the address he was looking for - 2836.

House parked his car against the curb and turned off the engine. House stepped out of the car and stood in the lawn examining the place he was about to go into, risking his safety. It was a normal looking house. The perfect hiding spot. From the front, it looked like a normal size, but when he peered around to see the side, it extended far back.

Knowing looking at it wouldn't do him any good, House walked up to the front door. House tried the door, only to find it locked. House was determined for his mission to not end here, so he looked to see if he could find a spare key of some sort. He tried in all the usual places - under the door mat and under the flower pot, having bad luck at both places.

Sighing, knowing that it probably wouldn't work, House took out his wallet and took out one of his credit cards and carefully slid it next to the lock.

To his surprise, House heard the lock click. Smiling, House put his wallet in his back packet and opened the door. This might be easier than I think, House thought. He quietly shut the door behind him and locked it like it was before.

House turned around and looked the room he had stepped into. The lights were dim, but he could see a kitchen to his right and a living room to his left, and he could see other doors in both of those rooms that lead to somewhere else in the home.

Where to start? House first thought that he should start yelling and see if anyone responded, but then again, he didn't want to alert certain people to his whereabouts. Certain people like Bill, considering he didn't already know that he was here.

House looked to the door in front of him. Curious, he went opened it and it creaked open. Inside there was so dark that House could not barely see what was in front of him.

Closing the door made the surrounds much darker, but House used the walls as a guide, walking quietly as he could. After a few hesitant steps forward, House discovered that there was stairs that lead down into the darkness.

"Shit," House said. Grimacing in pain, House leaned against the wall and he slowly limped down the stairs. After what seemed like one stair to many, House felt that there were no more steps. Still using the wall as a guide, he felt along the wall until he felt a crack in the wall. It was a door. House hurriedly placed his ear against the door.

"Chase shut up! I'm tired of your crap!" a familiar immunologist's voice said.

"You're over reacting, I didn't do anything but-," Chase said trying to defend himself.

"Over reacting? You insulted me. That's doing something!"

"Just ignore him Cameron," Foreman said.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Cameron snapped.

House couldn't help but laugh at what he hearing, but stopped when he heard his laughter echoing off the walls.

The argument in the room stopped.

"Did you hear that?" House heard Wilson say.

"No. Not at all," Cuddy said sarcastically.

"I heard it too," Chase said.

"Do you think it was Bill?" asked Foreman.

"I don't know," Cameron said. "It didn't sound sadistic."

"Hey," House said.

"...House?" Wilson asked.

"No. It's someone pretending to be me." House could hear their footsteps coming closer to the door.

"How did you find us?" Cameron asked.

"It doesn't matter," House whispered.

"You shouldn't be here, do you know what would happen if Bill found you here?" Cuddy said from the other side of the door.

"What? Is he going to capture me and put me in there with you all?" House asked. "I have a feeling he was going to anyway."

"House, Bill will kill you if he finds you," Wilson protested.

"You're right - if he finds me." House's eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could now see the many locks on the door. Apparently, Bill was really motivated to keep them inside that room. There was no way that he could get in there without the keys. House pressed his forehead against the door, trying to think of what to do. "I'll be back," House said.

"What? You find us, and then leave us?" Foreman asked.

"I'm coming back," House said. "I'm going to go and find the keys to get you out of here."

There was a momentary silence, and then Cameron spoke up.

"Be careful."

House smiled. "I'll try." Then House made his way back up the stairs.

From in the room, they faintly heard a door shut.

"I hope he comes back okay," Cameron said.

"Yeah, and I hope that Bill doesn't find him before he comes back," Wilson said.

No one said anything while House was gone; they were busy listening for a sign of House coming back or worse...sounds that could show that Bill found House.

Then they heard the familiar irregular footsteps echoing from the other side of the door.

"I'm back," House said.

"You found the keys?" asked Chase.

"I think so." House began trying different keys to the locks.

"They're working," House whispered. House put the last key in and unlocked the remaining lock. Then he twisted the doorknob and swung open the door, revealing the ducklings, Wilson, and Cuddy crowded around the door.

For a moment, they all stood speechless. Finally, Wilson found the words to talk.

"You're here! You're actually found us!" Wilson said.

"Yeah, aren't I the greatest?" House asked. "You all have some worshiping to do for a certain handsome man. And I want all of you there so let's go before anyone knows that we're getting out here."

"Don't move."

The others gasped at what they saw. Bill was behind House, pointing a gun at the doctor's back. Bill had a deranged smile, who looked as if he was playing a high-stakes game, and he had just won the big prize.