A/N: Just to explain a few things, this story arch will last for a few more chapters, but the story won't be finished anytime soon. There's a lot more in the works, so stay tuned.

I'm not a doctor, and I'm not going to pretend that I understand the professional terms that could make this remotely professional at all, so just bear with me. If there are any medical errors, which wouldn't be unlikely, then please let me know.

Thanks to all of the readers and reviewers, especially for the last chapter.

The soft and bright light bathed the hospital room in a yellow light.

Cuddy opened her eyes slowly, and blinked into the lights that hovered above. At first she wasn't quite sure where she was or what had happened. She blinked again to adjust her blurry vision, her hands searching, and reaching towards something tangible. Suddenly she felt a smooth touch of a hand grasping hers.

"Hou…" She rasped out, but her throat was too dry to say anything else. She coughed and tried again but no sound came out.

"Cuddy, don't say anything. You're at the hospital."

Her head was aching, and she felt like someone had driven a truckload over her body. But even though her mind was hazy she could tell that the voice didn't belong to person she wanted the most.

She felt a warm hand touch her temples, and something touch her lips.

"Dr. Cuddy you need to drink." She opened her mouth and sucked on the cold liquid. It actually made her feel better. She swallowed and sunk against the pillows.

"House." She muttered.

"Shh Cuddy, just try to rest."

"I need…House." She muttered, her mind was still in a drug haze but she could tell that he wasn't there. She opened her eyes and tried to focus on her surroundings. Her eyes finally seemed to adjust to the bright light, and traveled from the ceiling to the figure that sat by her side. His brown eyes bore into hers, his expression anxious and worried. The fact that he was sitting there and House wasn't was a proof that something terrible must have happened. She tried to move her body but somehow she couldn't move a muscle. She started to panic, her breathing quickened.

"Don't move." Wilson said urgently. She stared at him wide eyed.

"What happened? Where is House?"

Pain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked his expression with a calmer façade, but he couldn't fool her. Something terrible had happened.

"Cuddy, you need to calm down."

"Wilson, you have to tell me." She pressed. He looked at her with such grief that she felt the fear grip her heart with an iron fist.

"You had an accident." He said slowly. "You fell down a flight of stairs, you hit your head pretty hard, but the fall didn't cause any head trauma…."

"The baby." She breathed and reached downwards to touch her abdomen. As she moved she felt a horrible pain shoot up her spine, which knocked the breath out of her.

"You have a spinal fracture in the thoracic vertebrae. Thankfully the injury wasn't complete, and Dr. Dawson said that couple of breaks lower and you would have lost all function in your legs. They plated the fracture."

She could feel the tears threaten to fall. He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"You're really lucky."

She wanted to feel lucky, but she felt even more afraid than before. If her injuries were that bad then she could only imagine what had happened to the baby.

"Wilson. Just tell me." She pleaded. He seemed to know what she was asking him about. Right at that moment the door to her room opened and in walked non other than Dr. Emily Rossetti. She breezed into the room and closed the door behind her, and walked towards her hospital bed.

"Hello Lisa, I'm so glad that you're awake. You gave us quite the scare."

The fact that she had been called wasn't good news.

"How do you feel?" She asked kindly.

"Don't…" Cuddy muttered bleakly. "Just tell me."

Dr. Rossetti looked at her with a serious expression and clasped her hands together.

"Very well. Your fall didn't cause any visible damage to your baby. Because you're that early in the pregnancy the placenta protected the fetus."

"So my baby is fine?" She asked tearfully.

"Yes, but we still don't know whether there was any permanent damage to the fetus, we won't know until you're further into your pregnancy."

Cuddy nodded her head; the tears feel freely down her cheeks.

Dr. Rossetti smiled knowingly and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I don't understand how this happened." She whispered more to herself than anyone.

"You don't remember anything?" Emily asked concernedly.

"No."

"Nothing at all? You don't remember whether you stumbled and fell or whether something else happened?" Wilson asked conspicuously.

"What are you implying? Do you think someone did this?" Cuddy asked incredulously.

"Cuddy don't panic, but…" Wilson started but Emily interrupted him.

"Dr. Wilson, I don't think this is the right time. Let her rest." She said sternly, her green eyes flashing.

"Tell me what?" Cuddy asked worriedly.

Neither of them said anything. Their expressions were uncomfortable but grim.

"It's about House isn't it?"

They looked at each other helplessly, both of them sporting pained expressions.

"What happened?"

Wilson opened his mouth but no sound came out, he shook his head and glanced into Emily's direction but she refused to look at him. Wilson sighed and ran a hand through his hair, one of his gestures that indicated that he was nervous.

"House got arrested."

She had suspected anything. He could have run away, or relapsed, anything else but this.

"How? What happened?"

"We honestly don't know."

"You don't know or you're refusing to tell me."

"Cuddy, you need to rest. You can't strain yourself." Emily tried to calm her but she had to know the truth.

"What was he arrested for? Drugs?"

"No, nothing like that. Please Cuddy, there's nothing we can do at the moment." Wilson pleaded with her.

"You want me to calm down when the father of my child is under arrest for something that is clearly so horrible you can't even tell me. Now, I need to know what happened." She said sternly.

"He was arrested for sexual assault."

"What? That's crazy! House would never do anything like that."

"I'm afraid that the cops think differently. He was taken into custody at the same time they found you. This morning they got a court order to hold him for another twenty four hours."

"Do they even have evidence of that? Someone told me that they had a blurry capture from the parking lot, which doesn't proof a thing. This sounds way off to me." Rossetti piped up.

"I don't know." Wilson sighed. "The only thing House told me is that they have something on him, and he can't explain how."

"Then they must have fabricated the evidence." Cuddy said disapprovingly.

"Look, Cuddy. I think something's terribly wrong. I don't think it's a coincidence that you fell or that House got arrested. I think that someone is trying to get rid of you, and we need to know who."

"Don't you think that it's a little bit far fetched? I know House, I know that he wouldn't do something like this, but you can't start playing a detective when you have nothing in your hands." Emily said exasperatedly.

"And please can we stop talking about this. I know this is a lot to take, but you just woke up after a surgery, and you need all the rest you can get." She directed her gaze to Cuddy.

"I know, of course. But can we just keep this between us three?"

"I wouldn't dream of telling anyone about your little scheme." Emily rolled her eyes, and directed her attention to Cuddy. "Now sleep. You need it."

She wouldn't admit it but she felt overly tired. The whole conversation had made her terribly sleepy, and she knew that she couldn't be of any help to House like this. So she rested her head on the pillow and tried to close her eyes. Her guests were already leaving. Before she knew it she had fallen into the deep haze of sleep.

Emily followed Wilson out of the room and into the hallway. She placed her hands on her hips and looked at Wilson condescendingly.

"I told you not to tell her right now. She has been through a great trauma, and you can't just dump something like that on her." She said angrily.

"Come on, she already knew that something wasn't right."

"Oh, so you couldn't tell a one teeny tiny little lie."

"No. It was right of me to tell her."

Emily rolled her eyes and flipped her fiery red hair over her shoulder.

"Fine, it doesn't matter since the cat's out of the bag, but don't you think that I agree with this."

"Oh don't worry about that." Wilson said and looked over his back, his hands fumbling for the keys to his office. She followed him into his cozy office and dropped into the next chair. She massaged her temples tiredly. She had barely gotten any sleep the last two days.

It had all started when a frantic young girl, Martha Masters, had called her who claimed to be working for House. The phone call had been quick, the girl quickly summed up what had happened and why she needed to go to Princeton now. She wasn't sure why she had listened to the girl, but before she knew it she had stormed out of her office and called for the next cap, one and a half hour later she stood in front of the hospital. Little did she know about the mess she would encounter when she walked into the hospital. The air was thick with worry and fear, and it didn't take her long to get the whole picture, thanks to gossiping nurses and doctors.

The next hours went into worrying for the well being of Dr. Cuddy, and her child. Everything was a haze in her memory, but what she remembered was a complete chaos.

Now when she was sure the baby and its mother would be fine she could breathe easier.

She watched Wilson who had been walking back and forth deep in thought.

"She will be fine you know. But I guess she isn't the one you're worried about."

"This just doesn't make any sense to me. Why would someone go this far?"

"Why do you think someone is behind this? Yes, the whole thing is a tragedy, but sometimes there are coincidences in life that are hard to explain."

"This isn't a coincidence. I'm positive, and I'm going to reach the bottom of this."

"And how are you even going to do that?" She asked lazily.

Wilson stopped pacing and looked at her a bit guiltily.

"Can I trust you for something?"

"What?" She asked tiredly.

"I did something. I know it might sound horrible, because it is horrible, but can you just keep an open mind?"

She nodded her head and gestured for him to go on. Wilson inhaled.

"I…I kind of told House that Cuddy had lost the baby."

"What? Are you insane? Why would you do that?" She bellowed.

"Shh, would you keep your voice down. I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out. I think that someone want's to get rid of them, and that person needs to know that he or she succeeded so we can find out who it is."

"You are seriously out of your mind. What if you're wrong? Have you thought about the consequences?"

"Look, if everyone thinks that she lost the child, then the person can't possibly know that it's not the case."

"But why can't House know. He must be devastated."She said worriedly.

"It's the only way."

"I think you're wrong, but it's done, and if you're wrong then you are in serious trouble."

"I'm not wrong." He said confidently.

"I hope you're right."

"Just let's keep this entire thing to ourselves, as we figure out how to proof that House didn't do this."

"We?" She pointed between them both with raised eyebrows. "There's no 'we' in this. You're on your own."

"I seriously need your help." He said pleadingly. Emily sighed and raised her head to the roof, praying to God that she wouldn't regret this.

"Fine, but if we get arrested be sure to remind me to kick your ass."

"Thank you."

Emily sighed and glared at him.

"Okay, then what do we do next?"

The air was hot and humid, the sun radiating the hospital backyard. She walked back and forth, past the vacant benches, and ignored the burning heat.

The hospital scrubs clung to her skin, a bead of sweat formed on her brow, but she didn't seem to notice that discomfort. She took a drag from the lit up cigarette that was clutched tightly between her fingers, and exhaled the smoke through her pouty lips. She stopped pacing and sat down on the next bench. She placed her hand shakily against her forehead, and took a deep breath.

What had she done? What the fuck had she done?

She took another drag, and sucked in the toxins. She watched the smoke billow around her, and tried to clear her mind.

Everything was such a mess.

"Sarah?"

She looked up and saw the man she least wanted to see. She jumped up and started to walk away. She could hear his footsteps quicken behind her, and before she knew it he had reached her. His hand clutched her arm, the motion stopping her in her tracks.

"Let go of my arm." She hissed, but he didn't let go. His nails dug into her arm painfully.

"Karl, let go of my arm."

"No."

She looked at him fearfully, and turned away from him. Her blonde locks fell into her face, and she tried her best to hide the tears that were threatening to fall any minute.

"Sarah…Sarah, look at me." He pleaded.

"Sarah, this is going so well. Don't ruin this."

She looked up angrily and yanked her arm away.

"Going well? I can't believe you're even saying this. If they'll find out the truth we're screwed!"

"They won't find out the truth because there's nothing to know. You did an amazing job, and when they'll leave the hospital, which they will, then everything will turn to normal." He said surely. She stared at him in disbelief, and shook her head angrily.

"Karl, you just pushed a pregnant woman down a flight of stairs. She's badly injured and you don't even care?"

"It…it was necessary." He said firmly. "I know it seems drastic, but it had to be done."

"But why? Because you're uncle told you to? I told you that I was in for letting House go, but I never imagined that it would get this far." Her voice was almost a yell now. He put a hand against her mouth to silence her. He looked around to see if anyone was listening but there was not a single person in sight.

He heaved a sigh of relief before removing his hand away.

"I thought we were clear." He said tightly. "I thought you were with me on this?"

"I am but I just… I can't believe you did this." She breathed.

"I thought you weren't that kind of person."

"Sarah, you're acting like I'm some sort of a monster. What happened to Dr. Cuddy is a tragedy, but it secured that she'll leave the hospital for good. When she realizes what House did she'll realize that staying at the hospital is too painful. And even though a loss of a child is a horrible thing, she'll get over it, and everything will be fine."

"Are you even listening to yourself?" She asked hysterically.

"I can't do this." She said and turned away, and tried to walk as quickly away from him as possible. The next thing she knew she was yanked towards the next wall, her body crashing against the hard stone. She stared wide-eyed at his frantic eyes, which drifted back and forth. He looked like he was losing his mind, and she could feel the fear build up.

"I thought we had an agreement. I need you to tell me that you're with me on this."

"You almost killed a person."

"She deserved it." He yelled out. He inhaled sharply and tried to compose himself.

"Look, just trust me on this. Tell me you won't tell a soul." He demanded.

"Or what? Are you going to push me over a flight of stairs?"

He pursed his lips, and let go of her arms. He turned away and ran a hand through his hair. She could see his distress clearly, the severity of his situation finally sinking in. He turned to look at her.

"Sarah. Just promise me to keep this a secret. If you tell anyone I'm screwed."

"You should have thought about that." She spat out.

"Sarah." His voice was almost pleading, and for a moment she did feel a tinge of pity for him. The first time she met him he had been everything she wanted in a man. He was handsome, successful, smart, and funny. He hadn't acted like most of the guys she dated. He actually seemed to respect her, and slowly she had fallen for him. She had never imagined that he could do something like that, and she wished with every fiber of her being that nothing of this had happened. When he had asked her to help him and his uncle get rid of House for good, she had accepted without knowing fully what she was doing. She had trusted him, and she didn't care whether House left or not. But this had gone too far.

Dr. Cuddy was actually really nice, and she had never shared Karl's view of her, but she had never realized that his hate was so intense. There had to be something more behind his actions, and she had a clue of what it was.

"Sarah, please."

She looked into his eyes, and tried to find any sense of empathy, something that told her that he was the man she had fallen for. She sighed and nodded her head.

"All right, I won't tell anyone. But only because I love you." She looked deep into his eyes and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, then she turned around and walked away. He didn't follow her, and when she was sure that she was out of his sight she dug her hand into the pocket of her scrubs and clicked the stop button on the recorder. She smiled to herself and slid into the nurse's station.

"Nurse Adams?"
She turned around and saw her fellow colleague walk towards her.

"Mr. Howards is complaining again. Can you take care of it?"

"Sure." She turned around and walked down the hallway a small smirk playing on her lips.