Anger and fear chased one another across House's face as the elevator doors closed. The police weren't long in coming and they rushed into the lobby, guns drawn and totally oblivious to the fact that they had just missed the gunman. They ordered House away from the elevators which he had slowly approached after they closed on Nigel and Cuddy.

Brenda began to explain what had happened to them and they ordered the hospital evacuated, "Sir," one officer approached him as he drifted toward the elevator, at a loss of what to do next, "Sir, you need to exit the building." He allowed himself to be ushered outside and suddenly realized that Wilson was nowhere to be seen. Armed police went inside the hospital even as it was being cleared. House watched incredulously, it was like a movie scene where the SWAT team goes inside after the bad guys. Would it end like a movie too, with Cuddy in his arms and Nigel behind bars?

"The building is being evacuated, sir, the patients who can't be moved are on lockdown, there are some nurses…" House heard this in the background, as an officer reported to his superior. House's blue eyes scanned the crowd for Wilson. Where had he gone?

A radio went off behind him.

"Gunman apprehended."

House turned around quickly, limping toward the sound and seeing another police officer talking into his radio, "Gunman has a hostage."

"No hostage, sir, but the gunman is in custody, we're bringing him out now."

Where was the hostage, House thought, frantically? He usually had complete control, now he felt himself unraveling.

"Where are we going?" Cuddy finally had the courage to ask on the second floor. She was surprised to find her voice working and not shaking. It was clear that Nigel no longer knew. He had expected this to be smooth to walk out unfettered. He expected to be miles away by now.

"You're going to find us someplace to hide. No windows. We're just going to lay low until I figure this out." He said casually as if they had planned a dinner party and more guests than expected arrived.

Cuddy punched the fourth floor button. It dinged and opened almost immediately. She walked, trying to look casual. Passing House's office, she walked into Wilson's office. Nigel closed the door behind them. Trapped again.

"I seen the movies, we demand safe passage out of here. I have a hostage, they have to listen." He got closer and Cuddy could feel his hot breath, "Then we'll be free." Determined not to cower in fear, Cuddy stood tall in front of him, her face stoic.

"They give you things in exchange for the hostage." Cuddy pointed out, "If you want to demand things, you have to give up your hostage."

He stepped closer again making Cuddy lean back slightly, "I'm never giving you up again. If they try to make me, I'll kill us both."

The police were making a hole in the crowd in order to take their suspect into custody via police car. A car had pulled up in front of the main doors and the crowd pushed back behind it. Normally, House would have made his way to his bike and ridden home for some brandy and Jersey House Wives, but now he was forced to listen to the idiotic droning fear and questions around him.

"What's going to happen?"

"Did someone get shot?"

House forced himself through the crowd of people just as one of the teams that went in came out with a man in khakis. House couldn't see much, but he knew, "Wait!"

Nigel had been wearing jeans.

"Hold it!"

That's when Wilson came into view. The crowd began to whisper, "James Wilson a shooter?!"

"He isn't the shooter!" House elbowed his way to the police line, "That's not the shooter!" He slipped past the line and approached the officer who seemed to be in charge, "That is not the shooter, that's Dr. Wilson."

"Sir, you need to get back."

"You're not listening, I was right there and this isn't the shooter."

The officer sighed, "I told you to get back, sir."

House shouted now, "The gunman is still inside! This is Dr. Wilson, he is not the man you're looking for."

"He was armed."

It finally dawned on House what must have happened, "With a fake gun, the shooter is still in there."

The radio went off again at the Officer's chest and they both paused to listen, "Shots fired, shots fired. He has himself holed in some office up here. Fourth floor."