Did anyone watch the preview for next week's NCIS? I'M SO SCARED! THEY CAN'T KILL ANYBODY OFF! I LOVE THEM ALL TOO MUCH! Well, I take that back. Vance they can kill. BUT NO ONE ELSE!

Also, I bring in some SVU characters in this chapter, and they're going to stay for the duration of this story. I'm not making it a crossover because its going to focus on House and all of them. I'm sorry, but my love for SVU can not be conquered! Seriously, just ask anyone who knows me. My life-long dream is to get a life-size Casey Novak doll/the actress that plays her, hug her, then squeal in excitement and follow her around like a stalker forever.

Frostspirit: Yep, among other things. My baritone audition was today, my sax audition, sometime this week. And since I just learned TODAY how to fix my strap so I sit up straight- which actually makes me sound like my class's first chair instead of a dying horse- I am NOT ready for it.

Sean: That's right, how evil I am, yes, that's right! Also, Iron Heart is no magum opus. Iron Heart is how the human race will end. The gods of Hyrule will read it, decide we all deserve to die, since we obviously have no potential if people actually believed it had PLOT and POTENTIAL, so they will bring a gigantic moon down on us to kill us all. Fortuantely, there will be survivors. Casey, Olivia, and FIERE DEITY'S MASK. Casey and Olivia will have their love child, the Fierce Deity's Mask, reproduce by budding, so soon there will be thousands of little Fierce Deities running around out there. So, Casey and Olivia will rule the new Fierce Deities with the law of Benovak, and all is right with the world. :D Thank you, thank you. Also, I WILL KILL YOU FOR THAT LITTLE A.W. COMMENT! GOD HE'S ALREADY A DEPRESSING LOSER STALKER PERSON WHY WOULD I EVER WANT TO DATE HIM

Warning: from here on out, this story will contain themes of self-harming and alcoholism- specifically, the sections about Thirteen. May trigger. These scenes will be set off by '13 13 13' instead of 'HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE' as a warning.

Chapter 9

Foreman groaned, tossing yet another worthless file at the wall. He had been through their past few cases, finding nothing after nothing after nothing. No reason for anyone to have a grudge against Chase.

He had been at it for the past hour and a half, and he was going to give it a rest for the night and try and get some sleep in the doctor's lounge. One more file, he thought, and I'll be done.

However, one more file was all it took.

Foreman gasped as he frantically scanned the file- not the medical symptoms or final diagnosis, but the patient's personal information. His name and age, his picture. And that was all Foreman needed to know to remember that case.

"I'm Detective Stabler, and this is my partner, Detective Benson," the tall man said, gesturing at the smaller woman by his side. "I understand that you recently a Logan Knight?"

The team of doctors glanced at each other uncomfortably. After Chase and Thirteen had searched their last patient's house, they had come back, shaken and rather terrified, bringing gifts to explain their new state of mind- a black, leather-bound scrapbook full of pictures.

Pictures of their patient, Logan Knight, on top of battered woman after battered woman, either raping them or killing them.

So now they were faced with a dilemma- give the pictures to the police and tell them how they were discovered, which would get them thrown in jail, or give the pictures to the police anonymously. However, both had the unfortunate consequence that the pictures would most likely not be able to be used against Logan Knight, as, in scenario one, they were stolen, or, in scenario two, the police couldn't say that they WEREN'T stolen. So they ended up giving them to the police anonymously, in the hope that they could do something.

The Detectives were still waiting for an answer. Finally, Foreman said, "Yes, we did. What of it?"

It ended up being not at all what the doctors expected. Not at all. The younger woman said, "Well, then, you should know that Mr. Knight was just released on bail- he's being charged with five separate accounts of rape."

Chase swallowed, glancing at Thirteen uncomfortably before House asked, "So? What has that got to do with us?"

Stabler walked forward, glaring at House and his arrogant smirk, before saying, "It has to do with you because your Dr. Chase was going to be summoned to testify in that case, as he was Knight's attending, and thus could both testify to the suspect's state of mind and his disease and why it had nothing to do with the rapes. Our ADA hasn't contacted you yet because trial hasn't begun- but Knight knew you were going to be summoned to testify, and he made a threat against everybody on the prosecution's witness list. He said, and I quote, 'I will get them! I don't give a damn how long it takes, I will get them.' Until the threat becomes more serious, we won't take you into protective custody, doctor. This was simply a courtesy call. But, if he makes a move against you, you must call the precinct."

Foreman stared at the file in utter shock. That had been three months ago. Once no threat had been made, the news had died down, and Cameron had stopped being so protective of Chase. Even after Logan Knight has skipped bail and disappeared completely, no threat against Chase came.

Well, that had just changed. A serial rapist had made a threat against him, and now, suddenly, he was receiving letters and emails stating how much an unknown someone? Yeah, a coincidence. Right.

13 13 13

Thirteen sat by the phone, her finger hovering over the green button. She had been like this for almost half an hour, debating on whether or not she should call the number or not. On one hand, if she did, then maybe, just maybe, some good could come from it. However, if she didn't, she could just forget about it and go back to everything to normal, for god's sakes.

Despite her best judgment, Thirteen found herself dialing the call and putting it on speaker. At least, this way, she could discreetly look around for adoption agencies by asking the lawyer for any numbers to call. If she made the calls at work, House would find out somehow, and all she did at home now was sit around and drink. Which, because of her pregnancy, she couldn't do anymore.

Thirteen smiled, relieved, when the call went to voicemail. She really didn't want to talk to a person right now. Clearing her throat, Thirteen sat up straighter and said into the phone, "Um, hi. This is Thirt- Rema Hadley. I don't know if you remember me, I'm a, um... I was one of your cases from about two months ago. And I have some new, um... well, I'm pregnant, and, um, he's the only guy that... he's the only guy who could be the father. I'm not sure if this changes anything or not, but... look, just, please call me back as soon as possible." After giving her number, Thirteen hung up, sighed, then threw the phone across the room.

"Son of a bitch!" she shouted to no one in particular. "I hate you! You ruined everything!" I'm sure the neighbors are loving this, she thought as she picked the now empty bottle of vodka and threw it at the wall, not caring when one of the glass shards cut her on the face.

Great. Everything was just great. Drinking was just how she dealt with things now. When she was drunk, she couldn't remember why she was supposed to hurt, so she didn't. But now that she couldn't use that to make everything go away... the idea of facing not being able to forget it for seven whole months... god, it terrified her.

Well... maybe she could find something else. That was it, right there, she had to find something else! She had to find something else just make everything disappear. It couldn't be too hard, right? Surely, there was something...

Thirteen smiled as she raised her hand up to the shallow cut on her face and then brought it away to stare at the blood. It had a surprisingly calming affect on her... a very nice, comforting affect. She sighed, watching the scarlet drop on her finger run down the palm of her hand. The farther it went, the less everything hurt, until nothing hurt at all.

She smiled slightly. Looks like she had found her new fix after all.

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

"Hey, baby," Cameron said softly as she stepped back into Chase's room with a cup of coffee to find him awake. She immediately sat down on the bed next to him and kissed his cheek.

"Hey," he said as he wrapped his arm around her neck and kissed her back. "That coffee for me?"

Cameron chuckled, shaking her head. "Nope. I'm not giving you any coffee until you get out of the hospital- because coffee makes you coffee, and then you won't sleep. So there."

With a sigh, Chase kissed her again before he allowed her to disentangle herself from his embrace. Cameron smiled at him, took a sip of her coffee, then said awkwardly, "So, uh, Chase... you know these weird emails and stuff you got, right before that whole mess with Jason?"

Chase nodded in confusion, watching her closely. "Yeah..."

Cameron bit her lip anxiously, unsure of how to say it, then decided to just come out with it. "Well, you got another one. And I was worried, so I had Foreman look through our past cases for anyone who might have a grudge against you... Chase, he thinks it Logan Knight and I have to say that I agree with him. Ever since-"

"Oh, Cameron, god, not again!" Chase exclaimed, staring at her in shock and anger. "No, you are not trying to bring up Logan Knight again! Cameron, the first time around, you were so overprotective it was crazy! Come on, Cameron, not again- come on, those letters have nothing to do with him! That doesn't even make any sense at all!"

Annoyed, now, Cameron crossed her arms and snapped, "Oh, really? Come on, Chase, it makes perfect sense! If you-"

"No it doesn't! That was three months ago! If he was going to do something he would have done it by now!" Chase exclaimed, trying to stop his girlfriend from launching into her annoying 'bodyguard' mode again.

With an exasperated sigh, Cameron made quite an effort to calm down. As long as Chase was in the hospital, it didn't matter, anyway- there was security here, it was unlikely his stalker would be ale to get to him. But once he got released, she was determined to do something about it.

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

House looked up when Cuddy walked into the kitchen at 6 in the morning. She always had been a morning person. "Hey," he said softly as he got up off the couch and headed after her. Cuddy just glanced at him and nodded before staring back down at her bare feet. "So, um, I was thinking last night," he started off slowly, trying to figure out the best way to go about this, 'and, uh... I think it would be a good idea if you told me, at least, what happened."

Cuddy looked up to pierce him with her cold glare. "Oh, do you, now? And why exactly do you think that? I fail to see how talking about anything is going to change what happened."

"Well, it won't, but..." he sighed, not sure if he should mention Wilson's involvement or not. Finally, he settled for a half-truth. "Well, people at the hospital could tell something was wrong, and I know you don't want to talk about it... look, at least tell me who it was, Cuddy. So that if he shows up at work or my apartment I'll know not to tell him where you are. Please, Cuddy." He didn't include his other reasons- his hopeless desire for a violent revenge, his hope that justice, at least, could be served. Cuddy would doubtless refuse to tell him anything if he told her that.

Cuddy sighed uncertainly, then decided to just go ahead and tell him. Yes, she didn't want House to know... but he wouldn't stop talking about it until she had told him. And not just House- Wilson and Cameron knew too.

Groaning heavily, she ran a hand through her messy hair and started to tell him about Eric.

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