Hi, I know, it's been a little while, but that one is longer and has been harder to translate.
For all the Hachel fans, I hope you'll like it!
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Cuddy wiped her eyes for the hundredth time while Johnson told them
the big lines of what they had learned from nurse Garett.
At the same time, a a team of police officers was driving to the apartment where the nurse had settled House , ready to bring back the girl to her mother, and the abductor to the hospital.
Wilson was pacing back and forth, running occasionally his shaky hand through his hair. This was so surreal... And yet, House had to stumble on one of his former fellow who despised him more than anything while he was vulnerable... Swearing under his breath, he began to imagine the worst deaths he could inflict on Hourani, when Cuddy laid her hand on his forearm.
- There's no point James. He will get what he deserves, calm down.
-They could have killed him Lisa! Kill him! And nobody would have been aware of it, we probably would have never been informed.
- I know, but he met a good person.
She frowned. She knew very well this expression on Wilson's face.
- You aren't feeling guilty, are you?
Wilson hid his face in his hands, he didn't want to look at Cuddy while saying what he was going to say.
- I... I was angry... I wanted somebody to-to give him a lesson... I was telling to myself that... A few blows wouldn't do any harm to him... But... But... Now... Now when I think about it... God! I'm not better than...than...
- Wilson, there is a gap between wishing someone bad things , and hurting somebody. If the first isn't good, the second is much worse.
- But-but, I spent most of my time telling him I'm his only friend, and-and I didn't even try to ask after him! It's been three years... Good Lord I would hate to have a friend like me!
Johnson gave him a glass of water.
- Drink that, you'll get better. Nothing of all of this is your fault doctor Wilson.
Cuddy rolled her eyes: Wilson was a chronic self-guilty man. But she wasn't better.
The phone rang.
- Lieutenant Johnson... What? You mean they're not there?... They certainly went out for a walk... Yes wait them there.
Cuddy flopped into her chair. So they didn't have Rachel yet. And House was still on the run.
- Now we're sure your daughter was there, we found her cuddly toy.
Johnson couldn't help but laugh a little.
- Not every little girl has a pirate plush for sleeping!
Cuddy smiled sadly.
Greg entered into the bus, his heart beating fast.
All these police cars... Did they come for him? He didn't want to go back there... And Monica had not come back yet...
He gave a bill at random to the driver who glanced at him, annoyed, before thrusting a lot of more money in his hand, mumbling about these people who gave you 50 bucks when you only asked for 2.
The driver smiled to the little girl who was following her grandfather with a look of veneration, she gave it back, showing two little holes where her front teeth should be. Adorable.
Since there was only one sit, Greg took Rachel in his lap, ignoring the shot of pain running into his leg.
- Where are we goin' now Hows ?
- We go exploring. I saw a park with rides. Do you want to go?
- Oh yaaaaaa' !
She became serious again.
- Maybe should go t'see my schoolmistress and tell her I won't go to school today...
- School? Greg made a face. Boring! I learned a lot of fun things without going to school!
Rachel's eyes lighted up.
- True?
- Yep! I'll show you if you want! We're going to the zoo! Exclaimed Greg excited.
- Ok! Let's go, Bloody Scallywag!
-A room with two beds please. Asked Greg politely.
The woman gave him a key, smiling.
- Have a nice stay!
- Hows I can't finish it! Rachel whined, holding her cotton candy out to him.
- Don't worry ship's girl! Captain Whitebeard gonna put a jinx on it ! Greg exclaimed , biting into the candy.
- Yohoho! Rachel screamed, with her best pirate voice. She went into the elevator, brandishing her wooden sabre, closely followed by Greg whose his three days beard was coloured in pink.
- It's been two days, they didn't came back yet.
- Do you think he could have take Rachel abroad ?
- No, they couldn't pass the frontier, neither the airport without being caught... Plus I doubt House is wealthy enough to be able to afford two plane tickets.
-So they're still in New York.
- Probably. He must have seen the police cars in front of his apartment and freaked out... We sent patrols to look for them.
Rachel watched House's face for a while. He wasn't speaking anymore, staring into space, sat on his bed, fists clenched on his knees.
he didn't express anything, like he was empty.
- Hows ? She called hesitant.
He didn't react, lost in his own world.
- Hows ? She called louder.
After a few seconds, he reacted.
- Uh?
He looked at her, confused.
- Oh. Hi the slug.
He looked around him. He wasn't in Monica's apartment anymore... another of those damn blanks, again! He thought for a minute, and remembered the police cars, the zoo, the park, the cotton candy and the hotel.
Rachel looked at him, eyebrows frowned. He was much less funny like that!
At one stroke she remembered something that her mother told her when House was coming home at a regular basis.
" When House is sad sometimes, it's not because of you, his leg hurt him, very much, so it makes him sad... But if you give him a kiss, he will get better.
Rachel approached him and put a sticky dribbling kiss on his cheek.
- Does your leg hurt?
- No. House answered automatically.
- But, once, Mommy said that sometimes your leg hurts.
House frowned.
- Who?
- Er... Mommy!
House stood up briskly, startling Rachel.
- I-I-I-I'm C-com-ing back! St-ay here!
He exited the bedroom, locking the door behind him. Then, he ran to the balcony where he vomited violently.
He let himself slid to the floor sobbing. He didn't understand what was happening to him. Rachel just said a common word and that put him in all its forms. And yet, it was without doubt one of the first words he had learned, one of those he has used the most, so what the hell was going on between him and this damn word for him to become a wreck sobbing on the balcony of a hotel?
Not wanting to be found like that, he stood up and exited the hotel, leaning heavily on his cane.
His leg didn't hurt.
It was in his head.
He was crazy.