* Alright people here is where death threat comes in! Your gonna love this I made it really long! And if you really like this story I plan on making this story around 50 chapters long! Here the chapter you've been waiting for! Cuddy's P.O.V.! Here We GO!!!!!!!

Chapter 3

Cuddy's POV

It was 6 am and guess who I was thinking about on my way to work! Gregory House! If I didn't figure out a solution to this soon I was gonna have to tell him! Which could also mean being pressed for charges of sexual harassment considering he was my damn employee!

This would be so much easier if there was the slightest chance that House felt the same way about me that I felt about him! Wilson was right! He had always been right!

I Was In Love With Dr. Gregory Vincent House!

Today I was going to tell Wilson and have him help me; after all he has been House's best friend since grade school!

I walked through the doors of the hospital just in time to see House walking out of his office leaving a stunned Wilson on his couch.

House looked terrible. And that was putting it nicely! He looked absolutely miserable and sleep deprived! He also looked like he was stumped.

That wasn't right why would House be stumped! He didn't have any patients.

He glanced at me as he passed thought the doors of the hospital. Something sparked in his eyes. I didn't know what it was, although, it seemed all too familiar.

Wilson looked up and saw me. He immediately headed in my direction. Physically I probably looked as bad as House. I hadn't slept in a good three days and even before than I got little more than an hour or two of sleep. I was miserable because of my House problem and stumped as well.

I sighed and walked into my office. Than it hit me! House was here early! He rarely got here on time never mind early!

I collapsed into my office chair at my desk and watched as Wilson walked in and shut the door. He came over and sat in a chair across from me.

"What's wrong with House?" I asked genuinely concerned.

" Can't sleep. Even less than usual; his mind keeps wondering back to his problem or rather the cause of." he explained to me purposely giving me as little information as possible.

"What's his problem?" I asked.

That was a stupid question.

Wilson would have told me already if House hadn't threatened him to keep his mouth shut.

"House made me promise not to tell anyone. Least of all you." he explained to me.

I sighed and nodded. My mind wandered back to the cause of my own problem.

Why did I have to fall in love with the person least likely to return my feelings.

I reached into my office draw and grabbed my favorite comfort food that I had hidden in there.

Peanut butter and pretzels.

Wilson looked at me as I dipped a pretzel in peanut butter.

"Cuddy, what's wrong? That's your favorite snack. You look like you haven't had a good amount of sleep I years. What's wrong?" he asked with concern

"How do you know that this is my favorite food?" I questioned.

"um…" Wilson turned pale and looked away. "I'm your friend aren't I? stop avoiding the question!" he responded hesitant.

"You were right… always been right… now I need your help…" I whispered avoiding his gaze.

"I'm right…. What about?" he asked leaning forward.

"I'm in love with House…. I always have been….now I don't know what to do about it… I need your help." I said softly.

Wilson smirked. I knew I was going to regret this but what could I do?

"Tell him." he advised

Bad advice

"If I tell him I risk getting sued for sexual harassment. Plus there not a chance in the world he returns my feelings." I explained

"Than you're in a different world than everyone else is," he chuckled, "Lisa you're the one who left House, not the other way around. What makes you think he got over you?" he told.

"Oh I don't know maybe the fact that he was in love with Stacy." I told him matter-of-factly.

"House was never in love with Stacy… he was in love with the idea of being in love. He was happy with you, he wanted to be happy again." he explained to me softly.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, really; you ask me I don't think he ever really got over you. What made you leave him anyway?" he questioned with a glint in his eyes.

"Remember when, in college, House left for those three days, and worried us sick." I started.

"He worried you sick, not me. I acted like I was." he told me softly, more to his self.

"What, but you were so worried" I questioned.

"He told me he was leaving, he told me when he'd be back, he told me where he was going, and he told me what he was doing." he explained with a cryptic tone to his voice.

"Where did he go, what was he doing?" I questioned with intence curiosity.

"If you realy want to know go ask him" he adviced me as he got up and left my office .

I sighed and glanced at the clock. It was 6:57 am. When I looked up I notice how the hospital had gotten busy while I was tailing with Wilson.

I caught House's eye he had been watching me.

I got up and headed over to him. He was only a couple feet from my office. He still looked tired and exhausted but, he had put on his stone mask expression. I could no longer see any of his emotions.

"House?" I asked getting his attention

"Yes, Dr. Cuddy." his tone was exhausted.

"I was just wondering where you wen-" I started but was cut off.

" NOBODY MOVE!"

House and I both spun to see a man with a shot gun in his hands. When he spotted me he pointed it toward me with anger.

"YOU KILLED MY WIFE! MY WIFE WAS PREGNANT YOU SAVED THE KID INSTEAD OF MY WIFE" he accused coming toward me with the gun aimed at my chest.

My eyes widened. My heart skipped a beat. Then suddenly I felt safe. Extremely safe.