"Y-you're not gonna r-rape me are you?" Cuddy said, her body was in a slump down the floor with House on top of her.
House stopped what he's doing and let go of her hand, "No."
He breathed deeply and tried to calm himself. Cuddy wanted to ask him 'what just happened?' but decided that it was more important to ask him 'what is on your mind?' House didn't answer or make an attempt to answer, so she just decided that she should just get up.
House held her hand to stop her, "Wait."
"What?" She said, annoyed.
"Just wait." He whispered.
"Wait for what?"
"Help me with this shirt."
"Excuse me?"
"Help me take off my shirt. Damn, do I really have to repeat my words twice before you can even begin to understand?"
"I'm sorry, but for your information I have been clueless the whole time you were molesting me!"
"Molesting you? Oh, God…" House chuckled.
"I can sue you."
"I'd like to see you try." They were both breathing heavily, both under stress, in a way. "Now, since I made you speechless, help me take off this damn shirt."
"Why would I do that? It's like me giving you consent to rape me---"
"Okay, I get it that most girls have this rape fantasy going on. Just consider this the fulfillment of your own."
"I don't want to have sex with you."
House smiled to entice her: "Really?"
"Shut up, you blabbering idiot, and tell me what this is all about."
"Nothing. Just passing up my time."
Then, she slapped him. No words, no nothing.
"Ok. That hurts." House said with the evil sarcastic glint in his eye. Of course, he is used to being in pain, and he very well knew that he went, glamorously, over the line this time.
Their faces were inches apart from each other and her bones began to ache from being cramped under him, "Your squishing me House!"
House awkwardly gets off of her. He pretended that he pulled up his pants, zipped it and buttoned it. Cuddy, on the other hand busied herself with her own clothes. She shook her head as he went to her lights switch and turned on her porch light. He took another sip of, the now luke warm, hot chocolate and headed for the door.
On his way to the door, he picked up his cane and turned to Cuddy. What he said surprised her. He actually said "I'm sorry" as headed to his car. "Lock the door and make sure no one gets in. Turn on your security alarm."
Cuddy was left there, alone and puzzled.
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A shadow, two doors across Cuddy's home saw House leave in a hurry. He watched their silhouette kissing. He kissed her roughly. That was when he picked up his sniper's rifle and used a part of it as his telescope.
Not good, not good.
He's getting frustrated. He couldn'tstand seeing her sleeping around.
She's not a whore. She's my Cuddy, my Lisa Cuddy.
She loves me.
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Cuddy's weird evening was followed by a weird morning through weird phone calls about hospital's patient's deaths.
When she reached her office, her assistant handed her the report and she went through the data to review it. Was it an outbreak, machines failure or human error? What is it?
She went through the files again, only this time she looked at the causes of death. Three deaths stood up and caught her attention:
Neuro-ICU Bed 1: Post Craniotomy, died past midnight of suffocation leading to increased intracranial pressure, to brain matter herniation.
Geriatrics Ward Bed 4: Severe degenerative anemia, died at 2:12AM due to ventilator failure.
Oncology Ward Bed 3:Liver CA stage 3, died at 2:33AM due to respiratory acidosis. Oxygen mask tube from tank, cut.
"They all looked like, intentional deaths," Cuddy was caught off guard by her assistant's words. She did not notice her enter her room: "Oh, I'm sorry Dr. Cuddy if I-"
She shook her head and said, "Its okay."
"I'm just… This just got in…" Her assistant, Angelica offered her a brown envelop.
Cuddy took the brown envelope and when she saw what it was, she threw it onto her desk, "Who gave this to you?" She said, apprehensive lines forming on her face.
"A delivery guy---"
"What does he look like?" Cuddy said quickly, picking up her phone in the mean time and dialing up security. "Hello, security? I want you to filter the people who are coming in and out. I need you to bring me the man that my assistant will describe to you…" She gave the phone to her assistant so that she can personally talk to the security officer.
"He's tall, more or less 6 feet or 6'2, I don't know." Angelica said.
Cuddy listened intently to her assistant. "Keep going" she said.
"He's wearing a navy blue shirt with matching baseball cap, and rubber shoes."
"Look…what does look like?"
"Uhm… black hair, blue eyes---uhm…" Angelica went on with the description, Cuddy missed it because of the sight of House barging through her door.
"I need to talk to you."
"Not now." Cuddy turned to House.
"Now is the best time."
"LATER will be the best time, NOW is not a good time. Don't cross me, not now."
"Dr. Cuddy, they said they found him. He's on his way to the parking lot," Angelica said.
"Tell them to stop him, by all means." With that Cuddy went up her swivel chair and headed for the door.
"Cuddy, it's not a good time for you to go outside." House said, as he tried to keep up with her speed.
"House, I got another letter today. Same stationary, same scent," Cuddy said while walking briskly to the direction of the parking lot. "So, I say it's not Chase. The one who's been messing with me is not Chase. Never was Chase."
"I know." House said, having no choice in prolonging the disturbing information.
Cuddy stopped in front of the glass doors that separate the hospital to the world outside. "You know? What do you know?" Cuddy felt her confinement: confinement in lies and threats. Her whole life she devoted in this hospital, her whole life in confinement.
From where he was standing House could see security officers running, chasing after the delivery guy. He weighed for a moment on how he would tell Cuddy the things he know about her stalker. He treated her like crap more than the times he held doors for her. He made her look like a joke more than the times he went with Wilson to shop for neck ties. He kept the truth from her more than the times he skipped clinic duties. This time, is no exception. No exception at all.
He was about to open his mouth to say something when a shot was heard.
House held Cuddy to his arms. She's jumpy, he knows that. A sound like that would shock her; he tried to shield her as he forced her down to the floor. Then, another gun shot was heard.
Two bodies down: one to a security officer, another to the delivery guy.
Cuddy broke free of House's arms. He tried to stop her, "Don't"
"Both of them are still breathing." Cuddy pointed out. The delivery guy crawled to the hospital and cried for help. The security guy moved a little then lost consciousness. She's very sure they are alive.
House knew it too. He called to the lobby to declare the need for a crash cart. Cuddy is willing to risk it to know what she thinks she needs to know. He's risking it to, he doesn't know whether another round will be shot though.
They reached the location of the two bodies along with the nurses and code blue personnel.
"I'm just the delivery guy… I did not know…" Cuddy held his hand. House wore a glove in one hand and placed pressure in the gun shot wound.
"WHERE THE HELL IS HE?" Cuddy hissed to House.
House looked around, slightly surprised that no shot was fired again, "He's somewhere, somewhere he can see us."
Cuddy instructed the team to take the bodies to the ER and perform the necessary care needed. They obliged. House took off his gloves and held Cuddy by the hand to get her inside the hospital building.
"Who is he? Why is he doing this?" she was too hysterical to take notice of their linked hands, he knew it to.
"Let's get in." House said, "He's in control, for now."
angcatalonan ok, all the explanations needed will come in due time. Just keep reviewing. Feel free to ask questions, they help me be on the right track. Please review, the sooner I heard about what you think, the sooner I'll know where to go. Thanks for all the lovely comments.
Thank you Critical Blues, you are such a darling.
Since you people have been nice to me, I'll let you in some of the ideas I have for Chapter 4.
"I'm sorry."
Cuddy paused. "Stop apologizing to me, House."
"It's my fault."
"Now, you're out of character."
"It's my fault. I led him to you."
The rubber band in her hand snapped. It broke. She turned to him and threw him a questioning look. "W-what do you mean?"
He took it: her stare, her anxiety, her desire to be enlightened, and prepared himself to tell the tale.
And, no. I am not evil, XD. Please review.