House sat on the front of Wilson desk as he tossed a blue ball Lisa who was sitting in a chair across the room. "Why are you so sure that me seeing Jackson at the hospital wasn't real?"

"I trust the word of the nurses more then I trust Pretty Little Gunshot Victims." Lisa blushed and tossed to ball back to House.

"I have a name you know," she said as House tossed the ball to Lisa once again.

"Yeah, but it's so much more fun to call you something else, whatever that may be," the door to the office opened and a man in a white lab coat stood holding a chart as he looked at House.

"You are aware that you have your own office, right?" House tossed the little blue ball back in forth in his hands before he answered.

"But if I actually used it then it would deprive me of annoying you every day," he tossed the ball back to Lisa and Wilson followed the ball with his eyes as she reached out and caught it. He paused, seemingly just noticing that she was in the room.

"And could you please take your girlfriend somewhere else," he said making a gesture with his arm. Lisa merely looked away, she had no reply to that, but she was sure that House did.

"This is, my pretty little gunshot victim," House said "Ya gonna throw me the ball back or what?" she tossed it back to him and stood from her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, she gave a curt nod to Wilson as she ducked from the room. She had clearly been uncomfortable.

xXx

Jackson blended in almost perfectly in his white lab coat; he had even gone so far as to swipe a chart off the desk on his way in. Now the only thing he had to do was find Lisa. This was not that hard as she was running his way; her arms were crossed over her chest and she was looking at the ground as she ran. Obviously, something had upset her so much she would not even look at anyone. She turned the corner only to run into a tall blonde man, the papers he was carrying flew into the air and both of them backwards.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry," Lisa said as she went to help him pick up the papers.

"Its fine, its fine," he put up a hand to stop her from freaking out. When he was finished, picking the papers up, he stood and then held out a hand to help Lisa up. She took it gratefully and smiled at him as she stood to her feet.

"Thanks," she said pushing her hair from her eyes and glancing around almost nervously.

"Where were you going in such a hurry," Jackson caught the accent on the mans voice as he spoke.

"Actually, I'm kinda lost," she laughed, the man smiled at her.

"Well, I'm on my way to the cafeteria, would you like to join me?" he asked, Lisa nodded and they walked down the hall of the hospital. Jackson was tempted to follow them for a moment, but he had other business to tend to.

xXx

Lisa sat at a table in the middle of the cafeteria; Chase sat on the other side of the table, watching her eat. "Slow down," he said, Lisa was had just finished on hamburger and was half way through her second. "You're going to make yourself sick," smiled and brought a hand to her mouth.

"Sorry," she said through a mouthful of food she swallowed and set the burger down, "First real food I've had in a long time."

"What do you mean?" Chase glanced at her at her as she took a sip of her soda.

"Most of the time Jackson kept me drugged, and when he didn't, he would not let me eat. But when he did, it was just crackers-,"

"Wait, what did you say?" she paused and looked at him for a moment.

"He let me eat crackers?"

"No, the other thing,"

"He kept me drugged?" Chase seemed to go into deep thought about what she had said.

"You're not sick," he said, "Your body is addicted to the drugs he gave you."

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