Today's update comes with two chapters for the price of one! (I put up two today). Word count on this chapter: 911. You know, the number you call for the police :) I didn't do that on purpose.

Oh, I haven't done a disclaimer since chapter one. I am not David Shore, and I don't own House or any of it's characters. I only own the fic and Riley, who is now dead so he doesn't matter any more.

Bill smiled as he held House at gunpoint. "How nice of you to stop by," Bill said. "You did my job for me."

"You killed Riley," House said sternly.

"It had to be done. He was meddling around too much. Now give me your weapons."

House didn't move.

"Now," Bill said again with more force.

Sighing, House took the gun out of his pocket, and Bill snatched it out of his hand without taking the gun away that was aimed at House.

"Give me your phone too," Bill ordered.

"I didn't bring my phone," House said.

"Oh really? We'll see about that." Bill patted down House looking for his phone and any other weapons that House may have brought. House smiled at the others, trying to convince them that he wasn't afraid. He wondered if the terror he felt was showing instead of the smile.

Unfortunately, Bill found House's phone. Bill waved it in front of House's face before putting it in his jacket pocket. "Now that we got that settled, go in there with the rest of them," Bill said, forcing the gun into House's spine.

House looked over his shoulder. "Why?"

In one quick motion, Bill placed the gun into the side of House's head. House held his breath and looked to the side to see the shiny metal next to him. Someone whimpered.

"Because I said so," Bill said in a rough, harsh whisper

House glanced over to the others. There's nothing else I can do, thought House. I tried to come and get them out, but I only got myself caught.

Bill remained aiming at House as he slowly stepped into the room. Chase and Wilson made a spot for House to stand in the doorway.

Bill lowered his gun and smiled. "Good. For a second, I thought I was going to have to kill you."

House tired to say something back but couldn't.

Bill went to close the door, but then looked back at the other. "I almost forgot." He reached forward and grabbed House's cane. House tried to hold on to it, but Bill yanked it out of his hands. "I wouldn't want this to be used for your advantage," Bill said.

With that said, Bill slammed the door shut, and locked it from the outside with the keys that House left in the door.

House turned around to face the others. Cameron, Chase, Foreman, Cuddy, and Wilson - they were all there. From what he could tell, they were unharmed. However it was clear that they were frightened and tired.

"I'm -," House began, but he stopped. What would he say? I'm sorry that I didn't get you all out? I'm sorry it's my fault you're here to begin with? House wasn't the apologizing kind of guy, and he wasn't going to start now. House sighed and looked around the gloomy room that served as a prison.

"Are you okay?"

House looked over at Cameron who had spoken to him. Even in the worst of times, Cameron would still be the one to care about one's well-being.

Without answering her, House limped to the other side of the room, which was extra difficult due to the fact he didn't have his cane to support him. House slid down the wall to sit on the ground, and the others silently followed behind him, and sat on the floor around him.

"How did you find us?" Wilson quietly asked.

House stared at the floor. "Riley found out where Bill was taking you all. He came and told me."

"Is it true what you said? Is Riley really dead?" Cuddy asked.

House nodded.

There was silence in the room from shock of learning of Riley's death. It was Foreman that spoke up first.

"So why are you here? Why didn't someone else come to get us?" he asked.

"Because I was the only person that knew! The only other person that did was shot down in the middle of my street tonight!" House yelled.

"What do you mean, there has to be others-," Wilson began.

"No. I was the only person Riley told. And when I tried to tell other people, they didn't believe me. So I had to come here," House said.

"So now know one will ever find us," Chase said, looking down at the ground.

House looked up. "Chase, I'm sure everyone else would appreciate a little more optimism." He sighed. "I'll think of something."

Foreman laughed. "Yeah. I'm sure this new plan will work as good as your last one that ended up with you getting captured like the rest of us."

"At least I tried," House said.

"You didn't try hard enough!"

House started to say something else, but Cameron stopped him from doing so.

"Would you shut-up? I'm tired of hearing people argue," Cameron said.

"You hypocrite! You were just arguing with me before House came!" Chase yelled.

"Stop!"

Everybody looked over at House.

"We can get out of this. We just have to work together." House sighed. "Anyone ever saw the movie Kill Bill?"

Everybody sighed and rolled their eyes, annoyed at how House could be making jokes at times like these, but then they remembered that was just how he was. And they were somewhat glad that they had some comic relief.

A/N: Kill Bill is a move where Uma Thurman kicks some major butt. I thought the title was fitting :)