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Chapter 3
Wilson sat tentatively next to Cuddy, watching her carefully. Since she didn't seem too frightened by his presence, he asked her softly, "Cuddy, do you know who it was?"
Cuddy, who had refrained from crying or hysterics while she had told him what had happened, shook her head and turned completely away from Wilson. "No, no, I... I, um, don't," she mumbled, but it was clearly a lie.
"Cuddy..." Wilson started off slowly, not sure how to go about saying this, "Listen, I don't know if you're scared that he'll come back, or if you're just..." When Cuddy bit her lip uncertainly and continued to stare at her hands, Wilson frowned, thinking he might understand. After a moment of silence, he asked hesitantly, "Cuddy... are you... ashamed?" When Cuddy didn't answer, he slowly, gently took her hand into his own and said, "Lisa... why... there is absolutely no reason for you to be ashamed. You didn't do anything wrong."
"No!" she exclaimed, shaking her head furiously. "No, know it's not my fault... I know it isn't... I just..." Cuddy sighed, then got to her feet and started pacing around the room. It disturbed her that she had to keep assuring herself that it wasn't her fault, that she hadn't asked for this...
HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE
House was currently standing outside the exam room, debating his options. He did not want to go in there. Then he wouldn't be able to control anything. He hadn't been able to stop Cuddy from being raped, and now he wouldn't be able to control what she would have to go through as a result. And House did not like environments that he could not control.
Luckily, he was able to postpone going inside a little longer, and he silently thanked god as he answered his ringing cell phone. "House's House of whining, state your complainant."
"Is this Dr. House?"
Groaning, though he was silently jumping for joy, House hoped this take at least half an hour and said, "The one and only."
"Good. Dr. House, you need to get to your office- now," he said simply, more like it was an order, rather than a request.
House frowned, uncertain. Even though he was very happy for the distraction, even he had to admit that this was a little strange. "Well, I'll only go to my office if you're someone I want to meet, like a young hooker or a supermodel. If you are, however, someone I want to avoid, like the IRS or my mother, then-"
"Would you go to save a colleague's life?" The unfamiliar voice asked.
House scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Look, while I'm sure you terrible cold or flu or whatever is life-threatening, I really-"
"House!" A new voice screamed... Cameron? "House! Get down here now!"
"Cameron?" he asked after a moment of pure confusion. "What's going on?"
"It's Chase! This son of a bitch shot Chase and now he won't let us go until you get here! Oh my god, Chase-"
"That's enough!" The unfamiliar voice shouted again. "Just get down here now- and pull the fire alarm, I don't want anyone else around to see what's going on and call the cops." Then the line went dead.
House remained frozen in shock for a moment, trying to process the situation and weighing his options. He could go down to his office without pulling the fire alarm and probably get Chase or Cameron- or himself- killed, he could pull the fire alarm and probably end up the same result... or he could somehow get Cuddy to place a 911 call, explaining the situation. House knew he didn't have time to find one of the hospital's security team... right. Cuddy was his only option.
He walked over to the fire alarm and, when he was sure that no one was looking, pulled it. At the screeching alarm, people looked around in surprise, then started filing out of the ER, grumbling under their breaths. House waited until Cuddy exited the exam room, Wilson's arm around her shoulders, to hurry over to them.
"Cuddy-" he started, but Wilson cut him off the moment he saw him.
"House! What the hell do you think you're doing? Why on earth did you send me instead of-"
He groaned, then interrupted Wilson before he could get off full speed on his rant. "Look, you're mad at me, I get it, but I really don't care- I pulled that fire alarm, and there is no fire. Someone is holding Chase and Cameron hostage in my office and he said if I didn't pull the fire alarm to get people out of the hospital, he'd kill them."
Wilson and Cuddy froze, both staring at him in shock. Cuddy recovered first, somehow putting up her hospital administrator facade as she snapped, "And you actually pulled the fire alarm? You do know that means a fire truck is going to show up here, right?"
Wilson stared at her in surprise while House retorted, "Well, I was going to call the SWAT team, they are on my speed dial, after all, but I thought-"
"Damn it, House!" she practically shouted, her voice echoing around the now empty room, "Now you've left me to clean up your messes, as usual! All right, the only reason this guy would come here at work is because he wants a diagnosis, so you'll need your whole team together for this. Wilson, call Thirteen and Foreman and get them back in the building. House, you go down to your office, right now. Considering the circumstances, it's all we can do right now. I'm calling 911 and telling them the real situation," she said, giving House another scathing glare.
Once again, it was Wilson who was outwardly concerned for Cuddy. He hesitated, then said, "Cuddy, are you really sure you should be doing this right now? I mean, you don't have to. I can-"
"No!" She was shouting again as she whirled on Wilson, transferring her furious glare to him. "No I am not sure but there's nothing else I can do! Just call Thirteen and Foreman ! And House, go down to your office now before someone gets killed!" She broke off in her rant and stormed over to the receptionist's desk, furiously punching the numbers to call 911. Wilson and Chase stared after her, then followed her instructions- Wilson, because he wanted to keep an eye on Cuddy, House, because he didn't want to know what would happen to Chase and Cameron if he stayed here much longer.
HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE
Panting, Cameron pressed Chase's ripped shirt harder into his chest, trying to staunch the bleeding. It still wasn't working. "Come on!" she shouted at Jason, who was currently stroking his gun like it was a fluffy kitten rather then a weapon used to kill. "He's dying! We need to get him to ER, now!"
Jason just shook his head, smiling slightly. "No, I think I'll wait here for the esteemed Dr. House to arrive. And even then, I'll still need the ace up my sleeve to get him to do what I want. That's your boyfriend there." Chase, who was barely conscious, groaned again, his eyes fluttering open as Cameron tried desperately to keep him alive.
Come on, House! she prayed frantically, keeping pressure on Chase's wound. Please! Hurry!
Right on cue, House entered the office, for once without any sarcastic remarks to go with his entrance. Jason immediately backed up against the wall, holding his gun up to House. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his eyes trained on House, ignoring Chase and Cameron completely.
"I'm Dr. House. You were yelling for me to get down here over the phone!" he snapped, focusing on Chase completely. The gunshot wound did not appear to be too serious, but, if left untreated, Chase could very well die. "Now, why the hell did you take two of my team hostage?"
He looked between the three doctors, then nodded at a stack of files on the table and said, "Those are my medical records. You are, from what I've heard, one of the best doctors available. So, diagnose me, or your colleague will pay the price." Chase chose this moment to slide into unconsciousness again, leaving Cameron frantically working to stop the bleeding and House trying to figure out a way out of this.
House looked between Chase and the guy with the gun before nodding. "Let me call my team."
He pulled out his cell phone, stopping when the guy shouted, "Hey!" and aimed the gun at him again. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Rolling his eyes, House waved his phone at the guy and said, "Calling my team. It's not all my brilliance that solves these cases, you know. I do need my team to do some of the physical labor, so I am calling them to help me diagnose you. Really, I don't see the problem. You get a diagnosis either way, this way is just faster."
The guy hesitated, then nodded. "Make the call."
Yeah, I didn't give 13 a role. Sorry! I'll try to work her in next chapter- and I hope to make that one longer. Review please.