A/N: I think this chapter will actually start to take the story somewhere, so here it is.
Disclaimer: see chapter one
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If House wanted to properly diagnose Cuddy then he needed to get some information from her, so he slid open the door to her room uncharacteristically quietly as to not disturb her and stepped inside.
He quickly scanned over the room and was surprised to see that she wasn't there. House turned around and left the room to confront one of the nurses. "Where's Cuddy?" he asked crossly.
The nurse seemed confused. "She's in room 257," she replied plainly.
Realizing that she hadn't been moved to a different room and this nurse knew nothing of her whereabouts, he left hurriedly and limped quickly through the hospital corridors in search of her.
He rounded the corner towards her office and caught sight of Wilson talking to a patient's family outside of one of the hospital rooms. Judging by Wilson's distraught appearance it seemed important, but House didn't care. He walked up to Wilson and interrupted whatever bad news he was delivering. Before Wilson could reprimand House with another lecture of his, House spoke up.
"Cuddy's missing." He said suddenly.
Wilson was rendered speechless for a moment, but quickly regained his composed and excused himself from the distressed family, who gaped at him in disbelief as he turned his back to them and walked away with House.
"What do you mean missing?" he asked concerned.
"I mean she's not in her room," replied House shortly. "What do you think I mean?" he added condescendingly.
"Okay," Wilson started to think, "Hopefully she's still somewhere in the hospital. You look in her office and I'll go check the roof." House nodded and with that they split up and went their separate ways in search of Cuddy.
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Cuddy looked around her in confusion. 'Why am I on the roof?' she thought to herself.
She tried to remember where she was last and shook her head in defeat when she couldn't remember anything. She peered out over the edge of the roof at the park across from the hospital. She watched as a young woman peacefully lounged under a tree reading a book. Suddenly, a man appeared from behind the tree with a gun. Cuddy watched in horror from her place on the roof as the woman was attacked viciously by the man, with no one around to help her.
A gunshot rang out through the air at the same time she heard a familiar voice.
She turned around shocked at the sudden intrusion, but was relived to see that it was only Wilson. "Wilson!" she said frantically, "that woman needs help!" she turned and pointed in the direction of the park.
What she saw confused her.
Wilson walked up next to her and glanced at where she was currently pointing. All he saw was a couple of people walking around the park, a family having a picnic, and a young woman serenely reading a book under the shade of a tree.
Wilson looked at Cuddy skeptically and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "There's nothing there, Cuddy." She was still staring at the park dazed. "Come on. You should be resting." They turned around and Wilson led Cuddy back to her room.
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A/N: I wasn't too proud of this fic until now. I think I have some good ideas as of where this is going, but what do you think? To say I've been busy is a bit of an understatement, so just leave me a review and I'll try to update faster.